hands bound, bent over

bare breasts on a cold hard desk

now sore to new heights

brazen, young Major

seize the treasure before you

...if you think you can

Found: wild, cold kitty

neglected and looking for

warm, masterful hands

soaring to new heights

urging you to take me far

past my streaming tears

waiting for your touch

where your desires are mine

all the space is yours

straining you struggle

pushing, pressing your strong will

submits to my touch

Kneel! a stinging slap

My hand burned red on your skin

You learn to obey