Ropes wrapped around tender flesh
Stockings and a garter belt in fish net mesh
A crop cuts through the air smacking a tender bud
Tender flesh jiggles as it thuds

Pain so sweet she cries out wanting more
then re-presents that flesh as she counts the score
The other bud now is aflame
As the crop lands sharply again

A spasm rips through her sex as she connects with the pain
and she knows she will never ever be the same
Her mound drips its honey dew
As the crop finds her nubbin sending her reality askew

Her hips move of there own volition
Testament to her loving submission
she knows another blow will take her to heaven
He promised her ten and the next will be seven

It lands and back arched in ecstacy
screaming as her soul is set free
Her body in bondage so obviously trapped
she knows where she goes their are no maps

I wait for her this mystery girl
To make her dance and jiggle and twirl
To cry out in her pleasure and her pain
To make her mine and live again.