Thoughts

Slave: Lucy's Request

Please train me how to move with grace
In rubber uniform arrayed,
With wig, high heels and made up face,
So neat appearance is displayed;
To know and keep my proper place,
And be your pretty little maid.

Teach me to enter, curtsey, speak,
In soft tones, audible yet meek;
And what, precisely is the way
Demure decorum to display.
When I’m your servile little maid.

For if I vex you, I’ll then have
Such strokes across my bottom laid,
As you deem fit I need receive,
To put me right when I have strayed,
And teach me not to misbehave,
But be your perfect little maid.

Then gracious Lady, Mistress mine,
For you I’ll polish, clean and shine;
Create a palace gleaming clean,
For you to reign in, like a Queen.
O’er your adoring little maid.

Little Maid Lucy