When night time surrounds me

And day time surrenders

When spirits come to revel in the dark hours’ splendours

When the pale of the moon glares white against black

When reality fades and my mind wanders back.

I know I should pick up my heart and march on…

But dark memories call and I’m pulled off track. 

The whip with its crack and the hand with its smack

The cane with its whoosh as it’s forced through the air

The feel of His fingers caught tight in my hair.

The paddle so hard, bringing tears to my eyes

Before slippery wetness would course down my thighs.

Deprivation of sight, and touch and sound

The feel of my knees forced down to the ground.

The longing for more and the relief of its pain

A slight pause, a caress, before starting again.

Too much, then I’m gone, lost in true sub space

At His feet, head bowed; I knew my place.

Cuffs bound tightly, or ropes pulled taut

The bliss of having my hands safely caught.

Straddling the chair or over His knee

He always knew where I needed to be.

Good girl, or brat, little or pet

Each of His girls were a perfect set. 

Slut and princess, all in a club

But favourite of all of course was His sub.

She took what was needed with thanks at the end

She’d straddle or kneel or suck or bend.

The perfect mix of all of the girls

Brat’s stamping foot or good girls’ cute curls.

I remember them all – they are always with me

And the memories of blisters, and welts and bruised knees

I keep them locked up, fenced off in my mind

With the those pink fairy lights surrounding the shrine.

So when night time surrounds me and day time surrenders

These spirits come to revel in my dark minds’ splendours

When the pale of the moon glares white against black

My reality fades and my mind wanders back…