DJ BrimstonexDark Asylum's blog: "Sarah's shit"

As the chill starts to bite at my skin my spirit starting to fail i move within my restraints The sound of the chain Brings your attention Your eyes meet mine And i lower mine in respect "Done enough thinking my little one" Your words not unkind For contemplating my actions Is the punishment you serve Naked but for heavy leather cuffs Holding me with chains Time given for me to think Of what i have done Masters hand strokes my skin A rough blanket put around my shoulders "your punishment is not to be cold Have you anything yet to say" My eyes look up in defiance Then lowered in respect Not a word do i speak The time is not right i am not ready to accept Not ready to discuss it Ashamed of what i have done But not wanting to be reminded Punishment of a cane Would hurt me less than this one Contemplation of ones actions The searching of your conscience Justifying your thoughts When all you want is for it to be forgotten i feel tears sting my eyes But i will not cry i move position How long have i been Chained at Masters feet Your hand reaches down and strokes my hair You do not look You do not speak But the simple act The brief touch of you hand A tear escapes my downcast eyes My head is bowed You cannot see So how do you know? That i am now ready Ready to talk Ready to accept To face what i have done Before i realise you have moved i feel your strong arms around me You kiss my hair And tell me you love me Tears fall freely As i lay in your arms Rocking me gently You free me from my restraints And move me to your bed Loving me gently My transgression forgot But the lesson still learnt