“Why are you here?”
“I need to be hurt”
I hurt him.
With gentleness I stripped the clothes off his body, as he trembled, kissing and darting my tongue out as the urge struck me. His breath was already sharp and jagged as I smoothed his hair away and tied a soft scarf over his eyes.
With care I wrapped his wrists in soft, supple leather restraints. With affection I strung him upon the steel bar that spanned the high, wide doorway that allowed me to have access to every inch of his skin.
I hurt him
With love I marked him. Floggers of varied makes and weight warmed his back, slowly increasing the depth of red raised skin. I created wings along his shoulder blades, made of burning lines he thanked me for. Practiced aim and a dragons tail whip left gorgeous triangular patterns on the muscles that braced his spine.
I loved him
I saw his walls, the limits he thought he had hit. I petted the lovely pain I gave him, my lips traced his wounds with oh so soft kisses. I circled him, caressed his face with tenderness and whispered of his safety with me. Give it to me, let me take all of the pain for you my love, let me shoulder this for you. I will keep you safe when you fall to pieces.
I brought him close to breaking from pain, from pleasure, from love until there was nothing left
I broke my beautiful boy and deftly put him back together again.
One tear , one touch, one word of love at a time.
I licked the tears from his cheeks, digging nails into wounds while he could not resist the haven between my legs.
He loved me.
I poured water over him, washing every inch of him clean.
I baptized him in our private rite of cruelty and care..
I cherished him.