Initiation

Silk on lashes
Rope glides, binds, and frees her
Faceless, each impact rips through time
Her world is counted by each strike as it meets flesh
One, two, three…it could have been days, hours, or seconds
Strikes arrive from outside the body
Beckoned by the one voice within
Drowning out all others’
Mirrors don't reflect the truth of who she is really is
She has no control, but it is all within her power
Pain creates a tsunami of arousal
As each wave hits, she is drenched in suede, leather, bamboo
Her wetness washes away anything that previously inhabited
No lights or colours, except an audible “green” leaves her lips
The following wave burns the flesh and cools the mind
Fear and shame pour out, rising as steam into the atmosphere
Useless emotions run to their safe place as fingers slowly circumnavigate her neck
The squeeze initialises a new life which requires no oxygen
The last wave reverberates from a chamber within
Pins and needles creep from her fingers upwards…
…nothingness.
A delicious mini death
Reborn
The first brush strokes touch her blank canvas
Taking the form of a gentle voice,
“...Welcome to the world of BDSM.”