| Dear mistress, merciless dominant
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| I ask you for training me
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| To the last limits of my body and mind
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| I grovel to you
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| I: an object of lust, useful to others
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| Into the keep, I shall be your slave, absolutely docile
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| Into the keep, I shall enjoy your cruelty
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| Into the keep
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| If I complain, my training will surely be mortal
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| And if I moan, my training will be more cruel
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| Into the keep, I shall be your slave, absolutely docile
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| Into the keep, I shall enjoy your cruelty
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| Into the keep
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| If I wait, I’ll know the constant bite of the whip’s touch
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| No threat, oh no, just a bite, the whiplash
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| Into the keep, into the keep
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| Mistress, I won’t forget you
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| For you’ve saved my life
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| Mistress, I won’t forget you
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| You’ve marked my own flesh and blood
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| Dear mistress, princess of bondage
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| I remain at your feet
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| As an enslaved bitch, mortify me ! |