The Curious Thing

Step into my bedroom
said the spider to the fly,
clothing is not optional.

Place hands
in position, so
I might bind
above, drawing length
of side-open
to pleasures unimagined.

Part legs…more
as shackles make
susceptibility synonymous
with desire,
for plenty
shall you see.

Lights down low
candles flaming high,
riding crop,
leather tongue
traces thigh,
hip, abdomen.

Around, to buttocks
begging for attention.
“Say it.”
“Mistress?”
(Now I know you’re game…)
S-W-A-P
red welt forms
“Say it.”
“Mis-tress.”
S-W-A-P
twitch of leg,
“Say it.”
“I am yours.”
S-W-A-P
slight buck forward.
S-W-A-P
muscles quiver
“I am yours,
Mistress, to do with
as you please.”
S-W-A-P
cock high…
“Yes, Yes you are.”