Flying in Chains

"Hold still,"

You command.

I bite my lip.

I feel the wand tickling my inner thigh.

My arms bound above my head.

I cannot see.

I know what's coming.

You found my toy that "finishes the job" 

It's no replacement for you

I tense with excitement

I can feel myself bloom, tender, swollen, ready...

I wake, wet, throbbing. Another dream.

I crave that ownership that marriage doesn't cover.

I fantasize a shadow that pushes me to release.

The One that will Make. It. Hurt.