Keyholes

It's not all about sex
It's not all about my heaving breasts
As they lay heavily from my naked chest
Suckling sad secrets from aching areola

It has nothing to do with me
Squatting for an hour in this uncomfortable pose
"Sula"
Relief only for seconds

I feel a blanket cover me
And I know I must be still again
Outside my blanket there is a ding
The doorbell

My head swimming in a solitary sea
Sulking and shuttering along
An uncertain watery wave
"Don't mind the slave"

No, this isn't all about sex
I am lifted to my feet
(Though I know not where I am being pulled to)
The slick blindfold stuck to my obediant eyes

There's pressure and rattling on my collar now
(Kitchen)
"Three cold drinks, then come sit by me in nadu again"
The blindfold is gone now

(Bright lights)
Obey quickly and do as he says
It is not all about sex
As I lay on all fours

Beaneath his feet, his plump pet-stool
Clit throbbing
juices flowing,
This is about much more than sex

This is about much more than becoming a play-thing
It is about living
And learning
And loving

With YOU.