Subspace

Your floggers fall across my back over and over  
You flagellate me, Florentine style, for your amusement  
my flesh is stung  
my skin is marred  
my body is claimed  
 
I know which tools of torture you’re using tonight  
The way they connect with my body tells me  
the alternating sounds  
the alternating weights  
the alternating ways they feel  
 
smack  
slap  
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The black one, made of stiff braided leather  
The white one, made of soft knotted rope  
ones I used to fear  
ones I grew to love  
ones I now crave  
 
The cadence of the blows you land is rhythmic  
I find myself becoming lost in their pattern  
I become hypnotized  
I become mesmerized  
I become soothed  
 
smack  
slap  
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slap  
 
I close my eyes and see the stars in that darkness  
I feel as if I am floating among those stars now  
weightless as ether  
weightless as free fall  
weightless as a feather on a breezy day  
 
I begin to giggle, softly at first then louder  
I don’t want to giggle but I can’t seem to stop  
everything is funny  
everything is fuzzy  
everything is sensual  
 
smack  
slap  
giggle  
smack  
slap  
giggle  
smack  
slap  
giggle  
 
You stop striking me and ask to see my eyes  
You’re looking for the tell-tale signs  
the dilated pupils  
the silly drunken grin  
the starry eyed expression  
 
A demented wolf’s smile spreads across your face  
“You are flying aren’t you little girl?” you ask  
I can’t answer  
I can’t think  
I can only giggle  
 
smack  
slap  
giggle  
smack  
slap  
giggle  
smack  
slap  
giggle  
 
You resume beating me with renewed enthusiasm  
The rhythm of the falls starting again as I beg you  
"harder" I whisper  
"harder" I pant  
"harder" I implore
 
You are pleased that you’ve taken me to where I am  
I am in a place that feels safe and warm and intoxicating  
somewhere I’ve never been before  
somewhere I never believed existed  
somewhere I never want to leave