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.