"And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain." Edmund Spenser - The Faerie Queene
This came to me today in the most unfashioned way and caused me to think back to a time. A time when I was trussed up, bound, secured to your rack. It had been a while since I had been there so every lash of your implements hurt. Oh did they hurt!! Each strike on my tender skin caused me to breathe in deeply as the sting burned its kiss across my skin. I wiggled only to hear your command of me to stay still. I know I should stay still for my movement could cause you to strike a part of me that should not be struck. Oh but each strike hurts...
"Breathe through the pain," I tell myself. I follow my inner voice down the path of that mantra as you continue your ravishing of my skin. A strike here, a swat there, a smack here, and another strike there... before I know it... The painful pleasure turns to sweet, sweet pleasuring pain... and I... I am swept away in that pleasurable pain.
My head lulls backwards and I feel your naked chest against the tender skin of my back. My cheeks are wet from my tears and your strong arms are around me, holding me up. "I've got you." You say softly.
"Thank you Sir." I whisper. "Thank you Sir."