SWF, 26 seeks...

You hit me like a freight train coming off the track;
I knew I was in for it when I heard your knuckles crack;
I strain against my bonds, but they're holding me tight;
I don't want to scream, but I think it might;
There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain;
I know which is which, to me it's quite plain;
But, I think you've confused one with the other;
Now ungag my mouth, before I smother;
I don't understand, you seem awfully vexed;
Your behavior 'til now has got me perlexed;
I bought you dinner, and we went to a show;
We even went dancing, once close and slow;
I took you home, and we said our good-nights;
I turned to leave, and out go my lights;
The next thing I know I'm in some kind of loft;
The mattress is hard, but the pillow is soft;
Hanging above me, I see your face;
I try to move, but I'm tied firmly in place;
You show me your whips, and tools of abuse;
I scream for help, but I know it's no use;
You torture and whip me 'til the cold light of dawn;
Then you throw me out with just my socks on;
Now that I'm out, it doesn't seem quite so bad;
But that's the last time I answer a personals ad.