Pain

Tongue against leather

Wet flesh against lace

She held his throat tight

Pulling the mask against his face

She heard his whimper

She heard his moan

And as her tongue slid against the hood,

She heard the boy groan

Caged as a prisoner

He'd never felt so free

As he did that day

So low down on his knees

He needed to suffer

He needed restraint

He never knew how much,

He needed the pleasure of pain