You’ve told me that I must learn to revere
You as my queen and ruler of my heart;
That love is not enough unless slaves fear
And I must first know pain for that to start.

So now my love with fear you have combined
To make me tremble at your least reproach;
My longing for your touch is intertwined
With dread of pain to come as you approach.

So I await my fate upon my knees
And fall upon the floor as you draw near.
Abased, my only hope is that I please,
Your pleasure being now all I hold dear.

I pray let my life as your slave commence,
I live to serve and pay you reverence.