I was not free
until you brought me
to this secret place
where you intend to keep
my desire for you.
I was not free
until the chill of steel
enclosed my neck
and bore the sign
that I belonged to you.
I was not free
until I felt your cord
pull my arms behind my back
to make me suffer for the
want of you.
I was not free
until your gag was
forced into my mouth
so that I could not
cry out for you.
I was not free
until the darkness of your
hood closed off all senses
but the touch of what
I need from you.
I was not free
until I heard the cut of air
before your whip
curled round my helpless form
to leave the marks of you.
I was not free
until I felt the bars of
the cage that now
encloses me to keep
me safe for you.
“BDSM Verse: The Poetry and Beauty of Bondage” by Francesca Anderssen is available on the Amazon kindle marketplace
