His Final Service. (for the darker side of play)

We planned this night to watch him be true,
to himself and others through and through,
I tied up him and strapped him down,
tightening binds did tie him sound.
His arse is whipped
his flesh is caned
he never will ever wonder again,
just what it is to give to his Mistress
his last earthy time and with all that pain,
his true devotion to her with his life
will always be eternally engrained

With his mind he gave consent
His body stuffed with garlic, with scent
She took it for all that was meant
He wanted to give all that he could
To please the one that above him stood
So proud and happy for this day
He is giving his soul, mind and now his BODY away.

His skin is broken,
his arse is raw,
his body is bleeding
he wimpers a little with face to the floor..
our scene is over-
the time has come ,
we came and he went, he is no more.

The nights still young but we’re here, we saw,
his breathless body breathes no more.
He cried his last
he flew so high
and now time has come for him to die.

We feast upon his roasted flesh
we gnaw at his bones,
we send his flying soul
away to where once he was born.
We crave his flesh,
we drink his blood,
all boiling, yet still raw.
We feasted upon this slave of mine
and now he is no more.