to the tune of "My Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music

Teardrops on faces
to whimpers He listens
Ankles are fettered
with sweat bodies glisten
Soft, supples breasts all tied up with strings
These are a few of His favorite things

Playing like ponies
or doggies that grovel
Hearing, "Yes, Master!"
reading erotic novels
Teasing me until He makes my blood sing
These are a few of His favorite things

Girls in white dresses
gagged with their sashes
Seeing me writhe
under his tender lashes
Teasing my nipples with clamps that have springs
These are a few of His favorite things

When the cane bites
When the whip stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply submit to His favorite things
And then I don't feel... so bad.