Crack

They dance behind my eyes...I stare at the colours, wondering how such gorgeous undulating motion is trapped behind my eyelids, that no one else can see. So beautiful. So soft and so warm.

The one thing they are not, is a distraction.

Crack. I feel the whip draw across my shoulders and cringe. Wait for the next one. Wince for the next one. Suspended.

Crack.

"One". I want to sob. I won't. Breath caught in throat and muscles tightening across my back...taut, hard. Reflecting pain. Absorbing the sting. You sense my tension.

Crack.

"Four". I can feel the pull on my arms, my toes just grazing the floor. The hot white lash across my back which hurts but oh feels so good.

Crack.

Stop. Don't stop. "T-twelve". I whimper. You stop and I cringe in mercy. Please...

Silence.

My eyes open behind the blindfold; eyelashes wet with tears. Escaping down onto my cheeks; my throat. They betray me. I betray me, for all you asked for was silence.

Crack.

"Twenty". Harder now. I wince. Draw my muscles tight together. I can almost feel you smile, you sadist. You love it. You know I do.

Crack.

"Twenty five". Oh, that burns...that burns and I can't keep a sob in. I choke on my own tears and you stop.

Crack.

I can't count...I've lost count. I sob through my Twenties. Crack. Thirties. Crack. Forties. Anticipating, wanting, fearing.

Crack.

"F-fifty". My body hangs marked, like a limp puppet I no longer feel alive. But I do. there's a fire running through my veins, a warmth spreading all over me...marked.

Owned, and I'm let down from my cuffs, my arms aching, my body pressed, tightly held against his and sobbing to my heart's content and calm. Wrapped in the arms that know me best.

Carried to the bed, laid down, with the wicked pulse between my legs far from satiated.

"I love you, master".