by Peter Loaf
Mirror of mirrors, hung on the wall
The past is calling, taking the fall
The ancient castle, I roam at night
Its secrets many, coming to light
Byzantine palace, blood money paid
The Chieftains’ daughter, a slave I’m made
I see her clearly, she looks like me
Naked she’s tethered, we cannot flee
Standing there rooted, watching the show
Mirror revealing, myself to know
The slave instinct strong, I keep it hid
Image compelling, scenes from my id
A Master enters, fall to my knees
The slave-pose taken, eager to please
Body presented, youthful and slim
The Master hulking, out on a limb
Handcuffed and collared, we kiss his tool
Gargle choke swallow, we go to school
Slave girl in shackles, does what she must
I watch in rapture, dripping my lust
His iron hardened, our pussy hot
The slave gets ravished, with all he’s got
Rattle chain screaming, without a sound
Fucking and sucking, holding our ground
Our wrists are lifted, bent we present
Our pussy swollen, nothing prevent
Hard ridden filly, subbie deluxe
Fantasies filling, the thunder fucks
Computer magic, mind reading app
Safety switch holding, Venus fly trap
Fantasies living, without the risk
Master disaster, enter the list