There is a pleasure in the pain,
in it's anticipation. As
I wait suspended and helpless
in the darkness, my flesh yearns for
the lash.

There is a pleasure in the pain,
as it cuts my breasts. My body
spasms. My mind screams. If only
I could scream aloud as you wield
the lash!

There is pleasure in the pain,
as it subsides and gentle hands
touch my torn body and soothe it,
release it. Your caress supplants
the lash.

There is pleasure in the pain,
as next it will come. I will know
the cruel yet tender taste of it.
In your hands, my darling, I love
the lash.