Collar and Leash

What is it about this leash thing
Monique holds in her hand?
It's an object-obvious-thing
I want to conceal it
Deny it.
Scarves are just garments
'Till the moment they become
Bondage
This leash and collar have
No other purpose
No other reason.
Vestiges of Puritan values lurk
I want to flee from it
And hide inside it.

I don't want any thinking now
I just want to kiss her
Move into her arms
To forget the collar
Lost in her skin
Bound only by her curves.
I glide over her, inhale
Sweet spice, salt taste
Whimpers, Cooing, Moaning
My fingers exploring inner walls
Pinching the dimple of her womb
She is slick and warm.
Squeezing fingers between my legs
Stroking me to floating wet.

It is in her hand again, her collar
This time the hormones answer.
Slipping it over her neck,
Tying her hands together
Feeling her softness, my strength
Fascination, lust for power
Play dominance
Submission.
Circling her breasts, she squirms
On her nipples, she tingles
Between her legs, she bucks
Rubbing, slithering, she twitches
How delicious it must be
Trapped in pleasure.

I whisper to her, nibble on her
Run my hands over her body
Pinch her nipples, pull her hair back
Push my tongue in her mouth
Spread her legs
Yank the leash on her clit
Watch her writhe.
Fierce passion'd hips pound the leash
And my fingers
Juices shiny on my knuckles
Wet black leather slapping her nub
She swallows my fingers
Muscles grip them, dripping.
And then it's still.

Sitting we laugh, kiss
Untied hands stroke my cheek
I sooth her reddened neck
And begin to surface.
Not sure where I've been
Or if I'm back
But she is
And not done
I answer yes, it was fun,
Power play.
She says that's good
And collar in extended hand
Ends, and starts,
"Your turn."