Freedom

No quarter given when she asks
Safe word not uttered when she's bound
Silent about the ties that bind
Not one sweet murmur, not a sound

She favors the kiss of a whip
A preference for a deal of pain
No mercy, just a bit of hell
It seems that she can take the strain

I order her to use her mouth
And suck until the fall of night
The wet sounds give me quite a thrill
But I instruct her not to bite

I then forgive her many sins
Release her when she's turning numb
Now untied she goes freaking wild
Her freedom is what makes me come.