Lasting Impression

She accepts his need for her trust
And agrees to doing what she must
Then dropping to her swollen knees
Just anything, she aims to please

He demands that she begin to lick
Apply that tongue, and make it quick
He digs in with sharp fingertips
And then instructs to use her lips

He soon drags her by the hair
Across the kitchen, up the stair
She shrieks safe words on the way
But he then says she has no say

He pins her brutally in bed
She wonders if she'll end up dead
Master is more than slightly bent
But her blue lamp does leave a dent.