My heart pumps and pumps
 and every nerve tingles at the sight
 stretched before me on tiptoe
your heart too,
 I see by the heaving of your chest,
 pounds a tempo in pace with my own,
  anticipating what ever I decide will come next
wrists snugged
by ungiving cuffs of steel
 vision stolen
by a hood of soft leather
 you can do nothing but wait
in ever-swelling fear
gasping for oxygen
lovely pink lips part
 reveal straight, white teeth
   cheeks and throat flushed with passion
tempt and draw my lips
 to kiss and bite
 and tongue with the very tip
 across your sensitive upper lip
holding you close, I enjoy the lithe curves
stroking lightly and caressing
 your fair-skinned ass
 in my mind, seen as it soon will be
 striped with scarlet lines
the crimson kisses
of thick leather whips and cruel canes
and a riding crop
that will likely make you cry
or,
at the very least,
make you cry out
your smooth, curving belly,
  the site of a tumultuous struggle
 between
 aching arousal
a longing
 for me to commence
 while your gut
knots itself
with the undigestible terror
certain of that torture,
suffering and pain

from pants grown too tight
I pull my hard cock
 full and thick with blood,
 hard
 aching for a relief
for which
 I enjoy making myself wait
 and wait
our roles clear
 understood by both
one to give pleasure
 aroused at knowing
 through every stripe,
 how much
your surrender
 excites
 and pleases me

for a moment
 the distraction of work
 and family
and the chattering
of the thousand voices
(the loudest your own thoughts)
ceases to clutter
crowded mind
frees you to be
a simple object
 of input and response
 become, in short,
 a pleasure slave.

unable perhaps,
 unwilling, for certain,
to do anything
 but that

which you are commanded