The Agony Becomes Pleasure

by f-cynyr ©

In your frenzy, you pull
against the ropes that hold
you, and your eyes and mouth
plead for the punishment that
would bring you release.
Your limbs ache to be captured
and tamed with whips and lust.

You clench and unclench,
in begging to be beaten,
and I whip and flog and spank
till you tremble and spasm,
till you reach your precipice;
then the artful rubbing of my hand,
captures your succulent nub
and rubs and rubs.

Relentless, I keep you prisoner,
as you flood and spasm again and
again, the pain becomes pleasure
then pain again and you thrash
and twist to escape.

But my cuffs and rope
hold you victim, at the mercy
of my passionate rage,

I torture your sweet
pearl till the agony
becomes pleasure,
as you travel further
and deeper into space.

The fountain of your loins
gushes till my hand is slick
and the bed is soaked
and your body empties.

All you are is a clenching
throbbing nub and I release
you to float, then you return to
be nurtured and to
suckle at my loins.