Freedoms

I think I would like to be made to gush
Not aspirations - but loss of control:
The sort of freedoms, you have sought to wash
From me since first you fantasised this soul
Could relish all the pleasures you contend
Will bring a girl to womanhood and more
Than that: they make her owned: you can depend
On this as you murmur - "oh yes! sweet whore!
Come for your master like a good girl should!"
Some know it's what I'm for now and that you
Are owed allegiance and the chance for wood
To venture in and out when it's freed too
And can advance with purpose to blessed depths
That, but for sir, would have been kept and left...