Thank You, Mistress

Ah, black shoe in which
I have lived -
no more, no more!

I wear them now
(these boots are gonna
 walk all over you) -

you're gonna kiss them,
lick them clean,
when I say so.

You will fucking blow my shoes
if I say so,
shoes blacker than my heart
and soul.

Then you'll thank me
(say, Thank You, Mistress)

for planting them
on your ass,
in your face,
while you eat dirt.

Say,
Thank You, Mistress.

And if you've been good,
I might allow you to
kiss my ass.

But only if you're on your knees
begging me please, Mistress,
please.