[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #28. The publish date is approximate. It was originally written April 16, 1999]
leather constricting, rubbing raw, blood flows free. metal rings cold against arm, pain fires through. chain flows away into the wall. a virtual cross am i. eyes closed it could be a noose more leather adourns the neck. cold steel hangs below touching my neck. restricts and reminds me of all things controlled. at the mercy of her. life in her hands all my choice. essential trust i barely gave. everything i value in the air over so often. my will caves in, pleasure ensues. trust and faith scare people else bondage would enjoy greater frequency. mortals fear it, and reap no rewards it may bring. oh the lack of control, how it feels how i shudder as she rapes me. my mouth full of her flesh or i might scream no.