My Worst Fear
My worst fear is you’ll free me,
Not keep me your slave still;
My best hope’s that you’ll see me
As indispensable.
So I beg you on bended knee
Tell me what you require,
That I may dutifully be
The slave that you desire.
I promise to anticipate
Your needs but not assume;
I know too well what is my fate
Should you deem I presume.
To be your slave’s my only wish,
Mistress I pray allow me this.
