The games we play

They may leave you in bliss
They may leave you in a state of trance
As i knock on your entrance
But more befitting is lass;
With a lasso in a tight knot round her neck
Then master whips your ass with rope's end.
And leaves a mark of quality
More like a brand.

So the games we play serve a purpose of ensuring wench knows her place.
And is not off whoring around to all and sundry.
As they ensure your well fed
and wont require no other.