As the ropes are bound around my wrists,
Your eyes are filled with glee.
Leather gauntlets adorn your fists,
in your face my punishment I see.
Against the wall with loving care,
through the ring the rope is laced.
You run your fingers through my hair,
and towards the wall I’m faced.
Around the room you carefully walk,
searching for a whip or chain.
Wanting to teach a lesson,
not solely to inflict some pain.
I plead “I’m sorry”and cry with remorse,
your visage downcast and sad.
Scream until you are quite hoarse.
for no one can hear you my lad.
Applying the strips you have carefully chosen,
with skill you do let leather fly.
For with the gasp of each stroke,
wind whistles as if a sigh.
Stripes appear across the flesh
of one so stubbornly owned.
All proper pets must be trained,
their manners perfectly honed.
I love you my dear,love you so true,
Is what your voice does say.
With my whip I show my care,
Only to me be true.
A brutal tale not for all,
Not a bed time story.
to hear a tale of the fall,
that made him bound for glory.
Lowering her love to the ground his Mistress applies a salve to the wounds she has inflicted. Looking up, he sees tears in her eyes. A love so true as to make the angels cry,and demons weep.Hands so lovingly smooth his skin… the salt of her weeping falling upon the rent flesh.A reminder of the bond that is shared between them as lovers,friends and soulmates.
She wails to him…”Please don’t make me repeat this for it tears at my soul to see you suffer so!”her cry echoing in the room barren and desolate.
His soft moans can be barely be heard over her sobs,”Forgive me Mistress for I know not what I do.”
“You Fool!!!You silly fool.”she raises to her knees,leans forward and kisses him softly upon his lips.
“Someday my pet you will thank me.”rising from him she looks down at his bruised body. One last,lonely tear streaks down her cheek.
“Such a beautiful soul.Thank you my Love for the gift of yourself.No richer treasure can be known such as the gift of ones Life.”
“Now rest, heal and be well. Tomorrow we start fresh .”and she departs,leaving him to sleep the slumber of the loved.
Coleen is a writer, photographer and film maker at Wasteland and Sssh.com.
Here at BDSMCafe.com, she is editor and curator of this comprehensive library of BDSM fiction, informational articles and other educational features that date back to the early days of the internet in 1996 when the site was first launched.
