High heeled inabitions
stamped their want
upon my back...
as she walked all over me,
her toes
stubbing out my balls
like a discarded cigerette...
causing searing pain
giving sincere pleasure.
Eyes bound could not see her
gagged mouth could not taste her
but I could feel her
tap dancing new tattoos
upon my calloused hands...
each graceful step
another movement
in her ballet of belittlement.
How I had begged
to play the lead.