By OKLASH
At some point, is it ten minutes or five hours, I return to gaze upon the scene. You are slumped in suspension, chin down near your chest. Low sobs and moans emanate from your soul in a cacophony of confusion and pain and despair. I take a moment to savor the sight and sounds.
I step around you, reaching for the coiled single tail that’s been hanging in your view. The thick leather handle feels right and proper in my fist and I resolve to feel it more, that we will do this more. I slide my open palm down your muscled back and raise it to my nose as you flex your shoulders. Your sweat is different when I’m hurting you, it drenches your body in a cocktail of pain and fear. I breathe in your pheromones and this fuel explodes the spark within me.