Subspace

I kneel at the front door, my hands on my knees,
My collar is tightly fastened around my neck,
My heart quickens at the jingling of his keys,
As the door opens I hang my head.
He walks over and bends down to my level,
His hand brushes against my cheek,
I lean in closer, my body beginning to tremble,
For I know not what he has planned.
I wait for him to leave my side, before I stand,
I follow him to the kitchen to present him dinner,
And wait for mine upon his own command,
My heart in glee as he praises me.
After our meal is finished it is time for play,
I await for him to choose my attire,
For this, if anything, is my favourite time of day,
I am but a pawn on his chess board.
I dress and his hands slide over my skin, teasing,
I am breathless before we even begin,
He is the ultimate master for my teaching,
The blindfold blocks my eyes from the light.
I hear the draw open, that seductive creaking,
My body is shaken with desire and want,
In no more than a minute I am pleading,
But he will not give in easily.
I lay and he places an implement on my stomach,
I break out in a cold sweat, I am disorientated,
The first strike across my thigh leaves me a-wreck,
I breathe hard and then relax.
He continues like this: "count them out, my love",
Words jolt out of my body with every contact,
It is not too long until I hear the snap of the glove,
My stomach flips in anticipation.
He chains my hands to the headboard of the bed,
And then my feet to a foot-post,
'It is complete and total submission,' that is said,
'That will deliver peace of mind.'
His leather-clad hand spanks my ass, hard,
I yelp but in-between my thighs I yearn,
As he continues my eyes become starred,
I am entering the space.
He probes into me with a glass dildo, moving it around,
I try to open my legs wider, wanting more,
Inside and out, he moves, without any sound,
A minute lasts before I cry out.
It is the cold blade of the knife that I feel next,
The metal, he drags across my skin,
I gasp at the searing pain, which is a grand effect,
My leg shakes against the blade.
Time begins to slip away as I moan in pleasure,
I am drawn out of myself, into another space,
It is this exact moment that I truly treasure,
My mind is gone.
I come back to later to gentle voice, caressing my ear,
'You did well tonight, I am very proud of you,"
I open my eyes and everything is so clear,
Again, he caresses my cheek.