Embracing the anonymity of darkness.
All my fears and insecurities swept aside for the time being.
Bruises, red marks, welts and soreness all that remain.
Well used, wet, satiated and dripping.
Pleasure, both physical and psychological lingering around me.
Contemplating my pain, my use and my release.
I suffered for me? I suffered for him? But why?
I was not sure, I only knew the quiet returned to my noisy head, to my mind.
Ever elusive the quiet, the calming quiet so fulfilling when it returned.
I needed the quiet, I had to have it at any cost.
The aftercare all complete, time to look ahead.
You see I needed the pain, as bad as he wanted to deliver it.
Once again I was approaching the precipice of danger.
I knew my body and mind would once again be on the edge of darkness.