Dirty Cheap Date

When I got home from work I could plainly see    
You got my message and followed my dominating orders to the letter    
     
No words were spoken as I entered our boring bedroom    
A concerned, excited look on your face as you finished putting on the cherry red lipstick    
     
As you got up to get dressed, you pulled up your slutty black hose and fastened them to your garter    
Then started to put on a dress that you had picked out, against my instructions    
     
“Put on only your high heeled shoes” I commanded gruffly    
Indicating that you were wearing all that you would wear    
     
Reaching in the plain brown bag I had I pulled it out    
A flask of cheap, whorish perfume bought specifically for tonight    
     
I sprayed it on you till it dripped, putting on way too much    
Making you reek like a wanton woman with negotiable affections    
     
From your closet, I pulled out your old worn trench coat    
Slipping it over your slender shoulders driving you further undercover    
     
Then I gave you your only pieces of jewelry    
Silver cuffs that you fastened around your wrists while I adorned your neck with a silver chain and the key    
     
The final touch, a cool, black satin blindfold    
Covering your self conscious eyes, helping you hide from me, yourself, your blushing cheeks, and everything else    
     
By now you had it all figured out, my wicked plan    
To kidnap you from your suburban, soccer mom, Desperate Housewife, Stepford life    
     
Take you to a sleezy, dirty motel that smells of cheap wine and stale cigarettes and lingering lust    
Rescue you from all the good little girl pretending that you so detest doing    
     
Doing all those sweet, nasty things that you fantasize about  
When sit with you damp thighs crossed during boring staff meetings, conference calls    
     
Being a cad, your rogue, an ungentle scoundrel that takes you rough    
Dragging you by the hair to just where you’re itching to go, over and over again