This is how Queen Matrisse leaves me, because she carries the concept of balance (characteristic of the serious Dominatrix): My Majesty/ Causes the stormy voluptuousness, excites my flame,/ Increases the temperature of the place, my body becomes feverish,/ Calm... she calms my fervor,/ Interrupts the whip (suddenly) she returns to lashing/ And I scream, I cry, in pain and pleasure./ The impulse speeds up, slowly running through,/ My will to ask,/ I sigh deeply,/ Before whispering: my voice begs, please,/ Ah! How much I ask (discover such voluptuousness!).../ I feel my submissive nature on the surface,/ But the Majesty controls me,/ On the other hand, she hears my voluptuousness/ Then, I, already bent before her ankles,/ I beg again: chain me!/ Chain me to your wrists, Majesty.