Silk and satin fill the room
In shades of black and red
In the room, St Andrew’s Cross
A long bench and a bed
The table has a range of tools
To ply his spicy trade
The room has seen a multitude
Of people he has flayed
Restraints hang from the ceiling joists
Cuffs chained to the floor
Soundproof Read more…walls to stop them all
From screaming out ‘no more!’
There’s floggers, made from different stock
From fur to silk to leather
There’s whips and ties and more besides
Neatly arranged together
Pinwheels, needles, pins galore
Ready for ***play
Candles there to drip on skin
A knife ***ls wax away
Here lies plugs and gags and beads
All ready for insertion
Paddles, canes, electric wands
For dominant assertion
Cages: cock and ***
Bags to hide the face
To keep control of naughty guests
Who defy him in this place
It’s his domain and you’d be wise
To listen to his rules
For punishment will be severe
From his array of tools.