Turn to Screams

Little grunts turn into louder grunts
turn into screams almost imperceptibly.
But you notice.
You’re noticing everything now.
The bead of sweat on his brow.
The way the ropes tighten on his wrists.
The way his nipples are reddening under the clamps.
The way his ass turns pink after you hit it with the belt.
The way he tenses right before the smack
And the way he shakes right after
You see the thin line of water
forming in the corner of his eyes.
Now you’re going to pause to notice and admire
The way the strap on pops when it moves past his tight asshole
And slides deeper and deeper into his hidden recesses
Of both his body and his mind
You’ll notice how he leaks almost immediately
And how his little grunts
Turn to louder grunts
and turn to screams

--- For Mistress Harlow