He lay before me
his skin bare and white as the clouds that surrounded us on this day
his breathing shallow from the first strike the power in my force though did not brake his will He fought on with strengh and dignity like the ruins that surrounded us The cold winds that pounded his flesh as I Lay my whip apon his back Let the sting become more intence His body rought with pain and pleasure from a simple whipping what would become his saviour, from his pain his pleasure losing his mind from the darkness within his soul
he thought he had broke from the chains that kept him in the darkness
the darkness that is now been reborn into light from the depths of his own desires and fantasties what has he become this mere man of the earth
a man of trust and honour has become himself true loving he has freed himself from the binds that kept him closed from his fantasies his dark thoughts are now light
He lay there before me, His skin once white as the clouds now red from the whip he endured to release the animal the Man from within