Wednesday, 18 May 2011


The petty annoyances of work, the
mindless repetition, the
sweaty journey home: all were forgotten
the moment she saw the items
laid out like sacrifices on an altar--
collar, cuffs, blindfold, all
in neat array.

Heart accelarating, she mapped out her time
-enema, douche, shower, checking her
delicate pudenda for hair, anus
amply lubricated--so that at
8 o'clock she would be naked and kneeling,
cuffed, collared, blind and ready for
whatever, whomever he brought her.

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