The Chair

The Chair

I bind your wrists
Your breath exhales
I smooth your hair
You look away
Pain is what will come today

Your breasts are free
Your arse is naked
Flesh exposed for all to see
The rope it grasps, it cuts, it strangles
Domination is what you crave within

The chair is cold
Its metal cruel
Soft skin no match for iron
The bindings tight on throat and ankle
Your sex exposed to pain this way

The wax is hot
The candle burning
Its light an adjunct to the sting
Drips of pain on breasts and nipples
Your journey into fear begins

I watch your eyes
Desire within them
Secrets deep and dark I see
You tremble scared of pain and pleasure
The submissive in you hangs between

The lash is swift
Its bite exquisite
Torture true it cuts its swathe
The welts are rising marks of honour
Your heart beats fast your fear betrayed

The trial over
You are thankful
A smile betrays your outer peace
Deep within, your soul is quite
You have returned from your darkest place