Anticipation
Tied up in the deepest dungeon, it's cold, it's damp and dark, a candles the only light sorce, it flickers, spits and sparks
You can make out glimpses of the pain and pleasure toys hanging on the wall, so many torture implements, you want to feel them all
The thought gets you excited, your heart begins to race, just the thought of the pain to come puts a smile across your face
Waiting for the bitter sting as the flogger starts to bite, the welts it will leave on you, sore reminders of the special night
The sound made by the paddle as it hits you like a crashing wave, the moment of ecstasy held within the pain you crave
Your hoping for some nipple clamps, some hot wax and a butt plug, you love the way they all feel, especially when the plug fits nice and snug
You can feel the excitement building, there's juice running down your leg, you must remember most of all, never plead or beg
God you hope your mistress comes soon, you love being her special girl and no matter what she uses tonight, you'll just let the fun unfurl
THE KINKY POET