my sub poem

It is like an obsession,
it is like a passion,
I thrive for discipline,
Especially old fashion.
I want to be bent over a bed or a knee,
How about even bound up to a tree,
With the visions I get, no one would want to be me.
I like to squirm and wiggle to try to get free,
yet I know I cannot since you have the key.
So when this is the case, let me just beg and plea.
I like to have my share of humiliation,
embarrass me to the max,
I just wanted you to know these are just some of the facts.
I am but a slave in my heart you see,
I want to serve just the way you would like me.
I love to know when I did wrong,
So punish me sometimes for weeks long.
If I beg please do not give in,
punish me more so I know what I did was a sin.
Master if you punish me both day and night,
I will eventually get it right.