Impact

He will visit tomorrow.
He has his plans.
I have my instructions.
Put on the bed the flogger and chain.
All other implements go down to the dungeon.
The strip of wood her uses as a cane.
The large wooden spoon.
These will be laid out on the table in the dungeon.

He has his plans.
I have my homework.
A position.
I must practice a position.
It may be purely for his pleasure.
But I fear not.
Although
of course
everything is for his pleasure.

I was flipping through the Style magazine section of last Sunday's NY Times before tossing it out. My eyes froze at an ad. An ad for men's belts. Very expensive belts, braided belts, displayed in a column, coiled and leather and beautiful.

All I saw were instruments of pain.