My erotic journey

Held, collared, leashed
Your blindfold makes my world small
Focused on your touch.

Eager to obey
I attune to your movement
Your touch my reward.

Restrained by your will
My hands unable to move
Lest they offend you.

Click, snap, sounds I love
Collared, symbolically owned
Oh, how I love it.

Slap, stroke. From your hand
A caress or discipline,
Equally welcome.

Do I ask too much?
My fear: to drive you away
With too much wanting.

Your water, splashing,
Marks me as yours. Once again
I submit to you.

A cocoon of warmth,
Enveloping, as your hair
Cascades around me.

Receptive, I wait,
Content I will be with you
My strength surrendered.

Keenly wondering
What you will do with me,
Knowing I will love it.

With bruises healing
Memory shifts from pain
To strange intimacy.

I wonder why  I
Pursue pain from you, and why
You want to give it.

My back tan, bum white
Time for you to decorate?
Would pink look good here?