Around a tightly woven fist

she tiptoes and balances,

her entire body,

on a centered square inch.

There is no one left to save her,

he steps forward with her instructions.

She nods with the go ahead.

For a girl who has never truly given

she’s about to hand her leash to him.

Bound by the four corners

of their negotiated contract

their safe word is buried in her throat.

Her stoic eyes are set into his.

She’s determined to see this through

comfortable enough to settle in

he wraps her wrists around cords,

she tests their strength

by hanging limp.

Tempted by the Gods of fate

she’s waited her entire life for this.

Her instructions were clearly understood,

bring her out of her gilded cage.

Make her face love’s playful edge.

Stepping into her ankle restraints now

he prefers her heels to remain

it’ll give his tall frame an advantage.

The perfect angle to her bottom.

Properly secured, the girl has this

prideful stance, he can’t wait break.

To bring her down,

biting on her lower lip, and yet,

she’s been instructed to keep it all in,

until she’s told she can let it out.

Understand these sessions of theirs

they’re never done as a punishment.

She’s to look and wear her favorite corset.

Gothic Steampunk, something she knew,

was sure to please him. Remember,

he’s her pleasure source

Together, they chose

the strength of the leathers to be used.

Pleasure mixed with pain,

it takes some practice

to get things just right.

He wants to leave the tiniest of marks

on her polished bottom, marks that

are left by his exact nervous hands.

She trusts in his aim,

he knows exactly where to strike.

That first “thwack” sets the mood,

he instructs, they’ll work in slow sets

a pattern of leather control.

“Is this understood?”

She answers always in a certain way,

“If it pleases you Sir.”

It prompts an even harder “thwack”

To her surprise,

a wetness trickles, she’s not quite sure

at what just happened to her body.

There was one sure thing though

she felt his control, control her body.

By the time her welts started to take shape,

he was prepared with ice in hand.

There was something about,

this need in the girl, to beg.

“Please Sir, if you wish to continue…”

With one everlasting correction

the whip was void of passion

and it truly stung.

“You’ll hold your tongue, is this understood?”

She obeyed with just eyes this time.

‘Topping from below’

was not going to be tolerated.

Delicately tipping her submissive chin,

she waited for him

to continue their Black Friday session.