Behind my head, my hands are chained.
Held together with cold handcuffs, biting into my wrist
with every subtle movement.

Naked gooseflesh sitting upon cold concrete. Back against
a metal pole. A door opens wide. Harsh light floods my
world of sweet submission.

He enters my life again. Down the stairs he walks, clad in
black leather. He advances, whip in hand. I weep to myself
for he’s come again. He strides over to me and plants a kiss
upon my lips. My violent weeping turns to joy, as I realize he’s here for my fulfillment.

He's come to tighten those cold handcuffs...