Chains of Freedom

Her trip began as fantasy
painted on sexual canvas
where wonderings and wishes
sprang from the bed of her fertile mind
playing out duets, threesomes, foursomes,
even gangs
morphing with protracted time
to thoughts of bonds and flagellation…

Then he said “Would you?”
and she whispered, “ only with you.”

Whips and floggers,
ropes and chains
clamps and blindfolds
joined fantasy as reality
and the sting of love
opened doors to spaces and sub spaces
she had never been before…
Trust flowed
inside her bones
with every stroke and limit honored
and the knowledge that her soul was treasured,
took her past her safety word.

Piece by piece
she gave herself
finding solace
in every Mastered lash
‘til all she had, was his-
bound up on a bed of trust
honored as a gift supreme
freely given
on her knees …
from her to him.

Then fantasy faded to a new reality
where he owned her secrets,
mind and body
completely whole
as she lay prostrate
legs agape
finding total freedom
in the collar on her throat
and the chains around her soul.