We live in a world
With locked up men
Locked up in cages, walls and chains
Her slaves of pleasure
She love to play with them
To feel their short breaths
And to hear their cries
Under the pain of the chains
I burn the skin… exciting
I give whips… intoxicating
I am satisfied with blood that bleeds
And the cries of suffering
Roundnesses of my buttocks
Placed on the pain
The firmness of my chest
Makes all my slaves insane
Please give us whips
To feel the pain
Please give us whips
To hear the suffering
My nudity makes them insane
And i get excited
