Apr 262013
 

New OrleansHe came in late. She was down to her natural look. Some girls did it like that. Not her. This was a once in a blue moon thing. Things were tight. She needed the cash. So she took him.

He seemed very pleased when he entered, which always confused her. She ain’t even have on no make-up or nothen’.

He seated himself in the only chair in the room, positioned purposefully in a dark corner. “Please forgive my late calling. It’s because of that, I’ve brought you a gift.” A gift!

That poor baby’s face lifted with the slyness of his grin. Out she pulled the leather collar. He moved quickly over her, “Here, let me help you with that.”

Dec 012009
 

The room was cold and dark with the air conditioning unit providing a loud hum for background noise. It made for my own type of sensory deprivation. My hands were always cuffed  and occasionally, as I rolled over or squirmed, I hit myself in the head with the lock that latched them together. I would mentally curse  and then was thankful almost simultaneously. He didn’t wish for me to squirm against that which bound me, but my guess is, if I did, he wanted to make sure that I didn’t go anywhere.

When I rolled over or moved he would reach for my collared neck, my hair, or hip and roughly tug me back to him so that I never strayed far in the large bed…  always tucked under him, curled around him, or hips positioned so that he could lay over me. Whatever he liked. I needed him to pull me back and put me where he wanted me because it’s never comfortable to sleep alone for too long.

At times when I’d get hot and the sheets felt too restricting, I’d kick at them.  A swift, strong hand would still me. My body’s natural desire was for his touch and the need for it to overpower me. I wanted him to take me so badly.

His hand would wrap over my lips and my nose and cut off the air from my body.  I would struggle at first, but soon enough I would become still and tight against him. I surrendered. When I was close enough to him that his excitement could be felt, he would give me my air.

I do not remember sleeping. I remember drifting off, feeling completely safe, comfortable, and happy with my back arched and my throat exposed. I wanted him touching me…  all the most sensitive parts of me …..at his whim ….constantly and throughout the night. The more often he did it, his hands covering me, the more I yielded to him and the less I fought.

I was always going to be his.

He wasn’t giving me a choice.