I Submit

I kneel with the promise of pain, With the promise of pleasure. I shall not submit, Not yet. His hands are on my body, Leaving bruises in their wake. I long for the bliss that has my eyes pinched in trepidation. That has my stomach Tied in knots. Un tie me. I am no longer my own, I am but an instrument to His will. Stretch me like a new elastic band - Test and taunt, Tease and touch, Until I am all but ready to snap. The only sound is Him, and the held back ache. Our desire. The rustle of His belt and jeans hitting the floor. And then - I submit.