Appetizer

There she hangs
Her wrist cuffed
In cold metal chains
Her body exposed
Like a door
That needs to be closed    
Behind her he stands
A whip in his hands
Ready to make her
Meet his every demand
She rolls her eyes
As she bites her lip
Clenching the chains
She tightens her grip
His eyes are locked
On her hourglass hips  
Taking the whip
Tracing her curves
She releases her breath
And utters these words
 
"Hurt me daddy"