His breath leading and guiding.
His touch quiets my restless thrashing. “Shush now my whore.”
Connection through the implements of his discipline.
Each lash of the flogger or whip, each fall of the paddle or cane;
Sends us ever higher, ever deeper into the beautiful abyss.
Endorphins are flying
Adrenaline is pumping
Contact is made
© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012