In dungeon darkness
Metal pulses, throbs
Pounding with my heart
Stand before the cross
Hands upraised, head bowed
Preparing myself
Bound in place, shiver
Thrills dance down my spine
Crack! And it begins
Fall into myself
Bass line in my ears
Sets pace for the blows
Adrenaline surge
Laughing and cursing
playing this dark game
He loves me of course
His hands convey it
Each strike, a caress
Cleansed through fire, through pain
Showing my strength
For the joy of it
Done, cut down, smiling
“You did a good job,
I’m so proud of you.”
Curl up in his lap
sleepy and happy
Thankful I have him
To do this to me