Pride

Naked, you kneel humbly before Me,
your pure white skin, unblemished and pure.
Despite the long, hard evening ahead,
you seem so shy, so calm, so demure.

On My command, you rise and approach,
offering yourself to My soft touch.
Gently, I caress your soft warm breast
and you know where I will hurt you much.

you look up into My eyes with love,
your visage makes My heart beat faster.
your lips turn up from a subtle smile;
“Your slave is ready for You, Master.”

I nod, and you descend to your knees;
With fragile hands, you remove the belt.
Standing anew, you present the tool
which will inflict many a red welt.

Before the window do you soon stand,
your young body exposed to the night
as you watch your perfect reflection
struggle to stand ground and not take flight.

The internal combat commences
with a single stripe that mars your breast.
But for now you remain statue still
despite the pain which afflicts your chest.

I encircle you, scrutinize you,
the belt at My side, kept out of your view.
your eyes closed, you focus on the pain
anticipating a strike anew.

The fragile hands perched atop your head
toy with the strands of long silky gold.
your mind ponders how much you can take
how long you can stand and play the bold.

Another bite of leather marks you
and this time you cannot help but gasp.
Then bewilderment seizes your mind
for suddenly you are in My grasp.

you hear the belt descend to the floor,
you feel My need pressing against you.
you realize there will be pain no more
and you bask in My desire for you.

The belt was only the starting step
on a journey down the path of love.
O/our love tonight will not be harsh;
it will instead take flight like a dove.

But first, you have one more task at hand
and you kneel once again before Me.
Freeing My staff, you seek permission,
And, once granted, your mouth adores Me.

In time you turn on your hands and knees
and I assume My place behind you.
you softly plead for more, ever more
as I slowly make sweet love to you.

Two bites of leather across your chest
mark you for night creatures to see,
that you are owned, and that you are loved,
that you willfully belong to Me.

What the night creatures cannot see
is the passion I unleash inside,
the passion which binds U/us together,
the passion which fills U/us B/both with pride.