My pathetic lap dog

I have told you before
Now I am loosing patience
I desire more attention, you must obey,
Kneel down on all fours,
I wish to rest my long legs,
Upon your pathetic body,
which belongs entirely to me.

That is an order - and I want you dressed,
In just belts and chain,
Sucking my toes,
And saying yes mam when I tell you
To lick me better.

Now go to the kitchen,
Im getting fed up,
With your insufficient work- substandard efforts,
Put on the pink rubber gloves,
And slave away as I tell you to,
My naughty little lap dog,
Behave.

You're lucky to be here,
Work faster - work harder,
Now tell me
Where is my spending money?
For all my little treats,
Open you wallet and empty it at my feet,
And respond politely when I insult you,
And punish you,
For being the little, silly man you are.