I did not know such thoughts
till I lay here tightly bound
and pleasures that I knew not
till I felt your ropes around.
I did not know the freedom
that bondage could so bring
or of eager anticipating
how a riding crop might sting.
I did not know the beauty
of being in your chains
as nothing but a slavegirl
to use as you intend.
I did not know the silence
that a leather hood could give.
locked in isolation
where nothing can intrude.
I did not know the feeling
of fingers touching so,
bringing deep caresses
to inflame my inner self.
I did not know the flowing
that would be drawn from me,
as hands I could not see there
might reach so deep within.
I did not know the warming
that would so rise inside,
to make me gasp with wanting
as I your knowing fingers ride.
I did not know the parting
so widely of my thighs,
that would accept your loving
as you hard against me rise.
I did not know how deeply
you would slide into me,
as my moist and eager welcome
would take you in so free.
I did not know that bondage
could make me feel like this,
to be loved in this special way
was my need you see.
I did not know the rising
that comes from deep within,
with unstoppable explosions
that blow my mind away.
I did not know of subspace
that place you send me to
where I am in another world
until I return to you.
You have been my teacher
of things I did not know,
and that I was unaware
of the need I had of them.
I thought myself so worldly
yet was so innocent,
of such dark pleasures
that you brought to life for me.
You have taught me much
of things I did not know,
that freedom’s an illusion
and incarceration’s me.
Francesca Anderssen 2018