With sharpened nails upon her chest
He left a trail that broke her rest.
With glaring eyes that brooked no denial,
And unspoken demands that were his style,

He made his will known to his slave.
Her complete submission was what she gave.
Her tired feet flew to please,
And fill her cats dish with food to appease.

A cat is always the master of his house
And you his servant toyed with as a mouse
His slightest attention is your reward
And if you think to gain control going forward

You will soon find yourself begging, pleading
Finding ways to please and needing
To gain his favor, his approval you need so much.
You will do anything to feel your masters touch