What others think of as pain, I think of as pleasure. When He clamps those impossible clovers on my engorged nipples I cringe.

I KNOW the pinch will be unreal, but He knows how wet I become.


I KNOW I will cry, possibly even beg, for the clamps to be removed, but He knows I will come simply by the power of His voice, let alone his touch.

I KNOW I will promise to do anything He want me to do, but He knows I’d do anything anyway.

I KNOW there will be pain.

I KNOW the pleasure will be far, far more.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s