Bedtime Story

My senses have been hypnotically tormented
until they overwhelm me.
The darkness is like fine silk
moving across a just healed wound.
In the half light, I see Her pale body of delight
wearing that erotic blood red
bondage tight dress. Its image caresses
all the vulnerable parts of me
and I gasp as the sound of Her heels
on the hardwood floor pound into me
with the irresistible rhythm of complete domination.
When I return to myself, only the scent
of Her perfume convinces me that it was real.
The ability to perceive comes and goes in waves.
Large and random segments of time disappear.
In one lucid moment, I notice that I am naked,
gagged and bound on a great satin bed, then
I hear Her approach and all consciousness
fades away as She comes near. She whispers,
and my position becomes desperate and clear.

- (c) 2007, william the submissive poet