Dark Shadow
It casts a dark shadow On my body and mind, And paints stinging red stripes On my back and behind. The WHIP! I must live my life in bondage, under the constant shadow of the WHIP! It is the WHIP, and my mistress's willingness to use it, that gives her such unbridled POWER over me! The mere threat of the WHIP is enough to compel me to KISS HER FEET! Better to STARE AT SOCK than to feel the WHIP'S MIGHTY STING! Oh the WHIP!... The WHIP!... The WHIP is never far from my BACK, or my MIND! Hence my LIPS are never far from my mistress's SHOES! This is my only hope of placating my mistress - and her WHIP! As you can see, I am no stranger to its STING! But nor am I a stranger to my mistress's SOCKS! Indeed, her SOCKS are my only SOLACE... ...as they help to take my mind off the STING! Oh, but the WHIP!... The WHIP!... I can never forget the WHIP!