My body may be crumpled on the floor at your feet, but my spirit is soaring over your head.
The imprints of your weapons have marked my flesh. Tiny bruises left by cruel clamps dot my chest. My nipples throb when wind touches them.
The leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles have left bracelets of sweat. Droplets wander down to mix with congealed blood from the kiss of your knife.
My back oozes lymph, shoulders glowing like embers. Purple. Black. Red. Perfectly straight lines march down my ass and upper thighs.
My cunt, once stretched to your fist, a wide open mouth trembling for more, now quivers restlessly. My womb contracting.
I look up at you with tear swollen eyes. My hair caught in my mouth. My breathing shaky, like a child's. Our eyes meet and I have to drop my gaze. The intensity of your desire overwhelms me.
You drop to your knees and gather me onto your lap. Kissing my bruised lips and caressing my face, you bring me back.
Your sadism gives me freedom. Your love gives me home.