He ties me so tight, so I can’t escape
To have me, or just for his pleasure
But he’s smart, my guy,
He knows what I yearn for.
He does what he wants, I don’t get a say
The gag means I can’t beg for mercy
But he’s smart, my guy,
He reads my desires.
The cane is my fear, the whip is my terror
The anguish replaces the pleasure
But he’s smart, my guy,
He senses my limits.
He dresses me up, in latex and leather
In lingerie fit for a hooker
But he’s smart, my guy,
He sees my inner slut.
He buys pretty clothes, the finest around
He dresses me up like a Princess
But he’s smart, my guy,
He treats me like a queen.
He makes sweet sweet love, we cuddle and kiss
He treats me with love and respect
But he’s smart, my guy,
He knows how I love him.