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Pleasure & Pain
In anticipation of our next meeting,
I get a shiver down my spine.
To be in the control of your able hands
Is an addictive passion of mine
The day is here; I am wonderfully frightened.
You lead me to the cold and sterile chair;
The melodious buzzing, I am intoxicated
The smells of antiseptic and latex in the air.
A cool wetness, and then the graze of the blade
You firmly press the sheet against my skin
I inspect the mark and smile in approval;
You say it is time to begin.
My heart begins to race as you approach
And I feel a hot surge in my veins.
My breath departs me for a moment;
You grin and mock my pain.
I begin to relax and bask in my bliss
Watching with masochistic delight.
Pain becomes pleasure; torture is hedonic -
I move and you hold me down tight
With one last thrust, your task is complete -
I am bloody, injured and content.
You dress my wound and send me off;
I can't wait to do it again.
-Karen Hudson
