The dim lit muted room was silent
save hushed whispers by those attendant
Assembled from personal invitation
curiously eying the curtain unattended
Quiet conquered space, as the Master rose
coverlet gone, unveiling His girl below
gasps expelled at awe of her naked pose
in artful precision prone upon Crux decussata
A crafted leather hood her features sheathe
excepting red painted lips parted slightly
this left open for the girl to breathe
breasts, encased tightly in thin sinewy binding,
rose gently displaying freshly pierced nipples
and silver clamp chains hidden by her blinding
a chain from between her legs joined the others
all three held taut by His steady left hand
His right made ready, parallel to the girl
red candle burning bright lifted from the stand
tilted slowly, one drop spilling, to His wrist
feeling the splatter, His left recoiled from the heat
jerking the three chains, thus, causing the girl to twist
He wandered the candle to her neck just below the mask
tilting downward, the hot wax trickled molten slow
the line on her flesh creating riverlets of liquid heat
expanding across her skin against the white, aglow
In one precisely slow movement the Master traced a path
‘tween her breasts, circling each nipple, and down her stomach
He paused at the pubic bone, then continued the tortured bath,
reserved, scalding, elixir pooled at the third chain’s nexus
the audience watched in anticipation craning but never speaking
The Master stated softly, “My girl may now show Me her response.”
Her body shuddered in long slow spasm prior to the girl peaking
She finally arched her pelvis, reaching upward in complete adore
before collapsing in sweet surrender against St. Andrew’s cross.
The Master released the chains, recovering the girl on the floor.
Turning to His guests he said, “My girls have drinks waiting for you.”
He then walked to the door, turned off the lights and whispered new,
“Rest, My child. you truly are a gift of My creation. Later, a gift for you.”