Stormy Night

A scream pierces the stormy night
as she struggles with all her might
against the ropes which bind her tight
in a room lit by firelight.

Just outside the window I stand
to watch her being beaten and
clamped and punished by One so grand
He looks like God from where i stand.

Despite myself, upon my breast
one of my hands soon comes to rest
as i watch her endure the test
and my pleasure begins to crest.

Despite the storm which rages hard,
He must have heard me in the yard,
for He catches me quite off-guard:
smiling at me, caning her hard.

i was transfixed by her harsh pain,
fingering myself in the rain,
wondering how i could be sane
to desire to take His pain.

Without warning, my legs gave out,
and as He gave me quite a pout,
i hit the ground with quite a shout,
climax turning me inside-out.