My Submission To You (by Jeff Pirrello)

As ropes pleasingly dig into my hands and feet

I kneel before you, one hand on my head.

Your stress I seek to relieve;

I’m Yours to own and command.

As Your hips tilt forward You give me a taste.

I can hardly move and that is fine

For tonight Your flavors are given to me.

I sigh in anticipation, resignation

And Your lust begins to rise

With my lips, my teeth and your leather whip

I give You my submission, my heart, my soul.

Hearing one more crack of the leather tail

I feel no ambivalence or pain in

waiting for that familiar flood to rush forth and fill me.

While tearing at my hair, with a powerful thrust

You lovingly release Your gift of power.

With silent acknowledgements exchanged

My submission to You is what You wanted and I gave it to you unbroken.

With a loving hand You rub my brow and bend over me with a smile

Your lips brush against my ear and you whisper,

“You belong to me.”

Photograph by inkedkenny