Bound

Clasped, as I am, close and tight
my breath comes with slow regard,
permitted only as long as it pleases.

The collar around my throat serves
a beautiful reminder of what I am,
and Who, that important word, you are.

Helpless bound and hopeless caught
I have placed myself thus before you,
the singular desire for your pleasure.

Wrist and ankle and heavy limbs
struggle, wanting to remain motionless
under the brilliant torment of your cane.

There is a point beyond any pain,
you bring me so near that edge where
nothing is but that purest of pleasure.

When energies lay spent and you are
complete, I feel within me my own
delight, knowing my agony pleases.