The room is as ordinary, as plain can be.
Not for much longer, She hunts for me.
There is no avoiding what happens next.
I’m told this while I wait. Via text:
“Be patient, pet. Cover your sight.
Avert your eyes. Make the day night.”
Pondering on the floor. Mostly senseless.
Listening more and more… defenceless.
Suddenly plunged into Her game.
Not even sure of Her name.
Less time to think attached to Her hip.
Silent, dark, sordid worship.
Erotic rhythms at a timeless pace.
I end up home, in my sub space.
Pain is pleasure… is pain, it’s blurred.
My thanks for the privilege come out slurred.
The room is as ordinary as it was before.
Had She even come through the door?
“On a date, I’ll be back at ten…”
I’m told this while I wait. Via text again.