Maid To Order
by Peter Loaf

An escort service, a job applied
A dyke demanding, oh how she lied
A quiet gassing
Unconscious passing
Waking up naked, a trunk inside

Maid to order 1

Sounds of the highway, my muffled scream
Struggle kick wiggle, my darkest dream
The darkness complete
The lashings defeat
Taken for training, white slaver scheme

Maid to order 2

The final product, end of my ride
Tape and some stuffing, so tightly tied
Sex slave for hire
A frequent flier
Escape I cannot, oh how Iíve tried

Maid to order 3