Make me uncomfortable. Fill my mouth
with a ball gag and cinch it till it cuts
the sensitive skin of my lips. Press
my face into the carpet, bind my wrists
to my ankles. Gather my hair and tie it,
yank it back until it stretches the muscles
in my neck, until it's hard to breathe.
Twist me, bend Read more…me, stretch me,
until I can't stay in my head, until
I have to live in my body.
Let me feel every little twinge, every
pinch. And then, when you have
my complete attention, when I don't dare
move an inch, when I *can't* move an inch,
Torment me. Tease me. Treat me.
Because in this already tortured state,
I can take it.

Tension. I kneel on the bed,
My eyes kept firmly downcast,
As you lay out implements in a
line. Choose, you say. With
trembling finger, I point to the
flogger. Purple and black, soft
suede strands. A toy that can sting
or stroke. You give a small huff
of laughter, and remove the flogger
from the Read more…line up. I glance up,
surprised, and catch a glimpse at
your amused smirk before you raise
an unimpressed eyebrow. Eyes.
It’s a command, spat out with
displeasure. I don’t have permission
to look at you. I’m sorry, Sir. My
words are a mumble. A whisper.
You make me wait, leave the
Possibility of punishment
hovering for an endless moment,
then tell me, choose again. I
understand the game now, I think.
I point to the cane. My least
favorite of all of your tools. Two
more, you say. I pick the vampire
paddle – something new I haven’t
yet been brace enough to try – and
the dragon’s tongue, that I know
feels like fire. Good girl. I bask
in that for an instant before
the rest of the toys disappear.
Outmaneuvered. I should have
known: the rules can change.
I hear you chuckle as I keep my eyes
off your face and on my future.
My pulse thuds in my chest, and in
my cunt.