Dominatrix stole my heart

Dominatrix stole my heart.
Every Friday her whip lashes me for 90 bucks per hour.
For that price she'll make me crawl and calls me names.
I love to play these weird and sexy games,
and they arouse me.
They fill my heart with joy.

I leave her place as depressed as I came in today,
knowing that I'll miss her.
I ponder in my head about tomorrow,
think I might just pop by to say hello.

But then seeing her with another customer,
broke my heart in two.
I feel the pain she inflicted upon my chest and whisper, thank you...