How shall I train thee? Let me count the ways.

I‘ll train thee ‘til thee learn my stern control.

You will discover over many days

The chains and straps that will define your role.

At first, your body must be wholly bare

So all your charms are lavishly displayed,

And then will come restraints that hold you there

While dreams of former freedom quickly fade.

A corselet will cinch your lovely waist,

And straps will twist your smooth-skinned arms behind.

A hobble next will hold you closely paced,

So soon to ponyhood you’ll be resigned.

And seeing that you’ll do as I command,

My whip will leave its sudden painful brand.