Fringe

By now, I am ready;
I can take on the world,
He has prepared me so well.
Any pain, any soft touch,
any torture He can devise-
I could handle,
as He has
Licked me and sucked me,
touched and spanked me,
stroke me gently,
left welts on my skin,
and a few strands of my hair remain in His clenched hand.
I am positively buzzing-
nerve endings on fire from
even just His breath on
my back;
The cold wall presses my
glistening naked breasts,
and my arms stretch above me.
An angora scarf binds my wrists tighter
than clapped irons,
and the sound of rummaging
meets my ears.

He is searching in our toy box.
A wicked laugh escapes Him,
as He finds His chosen item.
Such a calm, a vacuum of air,
a silent still before He unleashes His storm.

And then, without hearing his movement,
searing pain rakes across my back;
I scream and instant tears
land on my steaming breasts.
Laughter escapes my lips,
my head lolls back, and
I feel the warm liquid running down my back-
blood running over my lily skin,
in rivulets down the
crack of my ass.
One stroke is enough;
I gasp my appreciation,
as orgasms wrack my body.

I open my eyes,
take my hand from my
seeping sex,
and smile.
My favourite fantasy,
on the fringe of my mind.