printed: (not yet)

	leather constricting, rubbing raw, blood flows 
	free. metal rings cold against arm, pain fires
	through. chain flows away into the wall. a
	virtual cross am i.

		eyes closed it could be a noose
		more leather adourns the neck.
		cold steel hangs below touching my
		neck. restricts and reminds me of
		all things controlled.

	at the mercy of her. life in her hands
	all my choice. essential trust i barely
	gave. everything i value in the air over 
	so often. my will caves in, pleasure

		trust and faith scare people else
		bondage would enjoy greater frequency.
		mortals fear it, and reap no rewards
		it may bring.

	oh the lack of control, how it feels
	how i shudder as she rapes me. my
	mouth full of her flesh or i might scream