The Dancing Queen by Raven

Dancing along to the sound of  her own beat
The music pounding as she moves her feet.
In the crowded room she is aware
Of a thousand eyes as she dances there.

Upon her they look her skin so fair
Covered only by her golden hair
And around her neck a precious band
That shimmers in the light like golden sand

For her clothing has been taken
Yet her faith has not been shaken
Upon her rump lies an imprinted hand.
And on her breast her Mistresses brand

Her punishment shall last a week
The reasons why are hers to seek.
The music stops and as the room goes still
There she stands naked still.

A hand reaches out and grabs her tight
Then from behind she follows with delight
Led to the chairs her queen sits down
Yet upon her lips lies a slight frown.

As for her she falls on her knees
In front of the one she seeks to please.
To ask what's wrong she does refrain
And lowers her eyes once again