I’ve never seen your photograph
I’ve never felt your hand.
I’ve never heard your voice or laugh
Or tone of your command.

Yet you have bound me to your will
With written words alone,
And I am left to wonder still
What spell snares men full grown?

I’m sure that I could free myself,
If that is what I wished.
Yet now I find there’s nothing else
I want except for this.

Mistress the only thing I crave
Is that you take me as your slave.