His Mastery

She answers to his beck and call
Rushing headlong down the hall
Ready now to face restraint
Do so without undue complaint

Her compliance seems thus well assured
His measured violence well endured
A safe word he will not apply
And would consider it craven lie

She endeavors not to show
The tears and their attendant flow
If he waits for mewls of real pain
No Master here. The man's insane.