Lashings and Ties

Black silk ribbons looped round pale white wrists,
soft and sleek, subtle to the skin
they stretch out across the head board.

The promise of their intent
sinks into the smell and taste of things....
elegant panic fills the air as the bindings are set.

Yes the hands first to set the tone
then the ankles stretch out to their opposing corners
raising the stakes and pulses....

Bound, tied, vulnerable at last
the  mind reels in anticipation
but the body......the body.....yes, the body.

The luscious agony the mind creates
when it finds itself trapped,
unable to move, unable run....

The body knows
there is no escape
So it waits.....waits for the moment...

Hours and days and weeks
all spent holding onto ideals...expectations
how to deliver....how to arouse.....how to satisfy them all...

Now the sweetest satisfaction of all...
the crumbling of walls as the demands of the day
fall hopeless in front of the moment of submission....

Crisp, clean, pure.....feeling
Hands round the neck....
The sweet sting of a lash....

Yes please....
That's it........
Please...can I have another...?