It's not about the size of cock, At least not once you close the lock; With his cock now locked away, Your way is the only way. He will not argue when you say, You will be my bitch today; Because the lock contains his lust, In you he must place total trust. Around your neck his only hope, Lies swinging on a golden rope; The key that with a simple twist, Trapped him in this devils tryst. A fly caught in the spider's web, He felt his power slowly ebb; Forever held under her thumb, Addicted to lust's opium. There's no escape and none is sought, The battle lost though bravely fought; Entranced by Her seductive eyes, He rues cage between his thighs. His only choice now is to wait, To take his time and trust to fate; He will do what he must, To satisfy that aching lust....