It's 10:39 pm.

She walks through the front door of the house, returning from a double shift at work. I lean heavily against the cold brick wall next the the fireplace, waiting for her. As she turns and sees me, she smiles and walks towards me, a violent fire now burning in her eyes.

She now stands inches away from me with her hands on my shoulders. I can feel her breath as she looks down at me like a mother to her child.

She unbuttons my shirt so it drops silently to the floor. Moving her hands to my neck, she repositions my head so I stare directly into her coal-black eyes. Laughing at the control she now had, she tightens her grip so that my entire body is powerless. I fall to the floor where she then picks me up and brings me upstairs.

Stripping me naked, she then takes off her cloths and pushed me onto the bed. Before I can regain strength in my body, she ties my arms above my head to the headboard and my legs to the end of the bed, spread apart. I let my head fall back and my muscles go limp.

Recognizing my submission, she then takes out what must have been the top half of a wine bottle and leans over me on the bed. Her laughter fuels my arousal as the bottle penetrats me. I scream with pleasure at the pain and violation. Taking away bottle, she then licks the resulting blood and excrements.

After this, she unties me and orders me to stand with with my arms out from my sides. As I do so, she takes out a whip from a drawer and stands facing me, smiling manically. As I was struck with it, I once again scream with pleasure.

In my erotic bliss, I fall to the floor. She picks me up and shoves me against the wall, licking my face and the blood from my wounds. Her eyes are nurturing as she suffocates me again. This time, she catches me as I fall and holds me there.

I am at peace; I am in bliss.
I am hers.