Power of the Female Whip
The whip’s embrace
Contorts my face
As it slashes my back
With an almighty crack
The whip’s sting
Makes me to sing
In agony pain
As it slices again
The whip’s flay
Makes me to pray
To its wielder for mercy
For sweet feminine pity
The whipsting’s enormity
Causes conformity
Makes for compliance
In lieu of defiance
And so I kiss feet
Begging not to be beat
And lip respect boot
From the rim to the root
Such is the power of the female whip
To ensure a footslave’s discipleship!