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He fastens my hands to the cross's restraints. i'm nervous, although not scared. This is not the first time we've played.

He has me facing the wall, He starts with His belt, I can see it in His hand. Shivers of anticipation run down my body.

Smack!

The sound is loud, the impact stings. i yelp like a wounded animal.
i love it.
More swings of His belt. Yes please.
More sounds of sweet torture escaping my lips. My body responds with a rush of those wonderful chemicals that make this all worthwhile. It's like I can feel His love for me in every strike.
He grabs my hair, I'm instantly intensely aroused.
He pulls my head back as he swings the belt again. His grip on my hair has me refocused and although He swings hard, I barely feel it.
All rational thought has left me.

He touches my cheek, moves my hair so that He can look into my eyes. The only thoughts i have are of absolute love and devotion. i'm His. Utterly and completely His. i'm in the trance they call subspace.  Reality has slipped away.

And then He takes me deeper...
"Remove your dress"
"Yes Sir" i do not hesitate. i only obey.
W/we move to another station,  now i'm sitting, facing him. He chains my wrists together above my head. I am restrained, exposed, vulnerable, completely dependent upon Him for my safety.

I'm not thinking now just experiencing. Just obeying. His commands and the sound of his implements on my skin are all I hear. All I want to hear.

He covers my head with a hood. It's dark.
I'm in a another world.
There is only Him and me.
But I am his. In this moment I'm nothing without him,  I have no will of my own. It doesn't exist. So really, there is only Him.

He tortures my breasts and nipples for what seemed a long time, relentlessly. i reach my limit, i cry out, "No" i sob, and tears fall under the mask. But i don't really want him to stop, but then again, i do. At last,  i can take no more. And cry for "mercy" our safe word.
He touches me lovingly. i am His property He loves me. i trust that He will take care of me. My love for him is more like adoration, like worship. I am an atheist, but, in those moments, He is my God!