The gentle strength of His arms around me
The hot press of his body
The tension of the moment
The languid look of desire in His eyes
The churning emotions, mingling with desire
The soft, sweet taste of His lips
The moist, hot trail of His mouth down my neck
The sharp intake of breath as His teeth pierce flesh
The painful pleasure as His nails leave their marks
The deep growl of desire from His throat 
– or was that mine?
The safety of the dark as the blindfold goes on
The rough pull of the ropes on my flesh
The terror of the gag – safe words can’t save you now
The roughly growled order to lie down
The feeling of complete and total helplessness
The frightfully intriguing sounds - 

    of toys coming out –  
    The crack of the whip  
    The rattle of the floggers  
    The slap of the paddles  
    The smack of the cane  
The whisper of a zipper  
The rustle of clothes hitting the floor  
The sharp slap of his hand on my flesh
The pain of His hands, entangled in my hair, pulling my head back to his mouth
The low growl – “you’re mine”
The racing heartbeat, the fear, the terror at my helplessness
The absolute certainty that I have no control

I am at His mercy  
The sense of calm, peace, and trust that envelops me then.

I belong here  
I submit  
I am His  
In my heart, I see Him smile, as I relax, secure in His care. 

He begins.  
I fly.