Worlds

He knows she will not be late, she never is.

 He has submitted gladly to wear a chain around one of his ankles.  This chain holds him to a ring in the wall. It is not too tight, he can even pick at it if he chooses to. He can get rid of it, its key is within his reach.

Only that he won´t. He knows she is testing him.

And then she arrives, her corsetted body mesmerizing him, her eyes shining,

her gloved hands stroking her flogger.

She smiles, pleased to see his obedience.

Her right hand traces the chiselled features of his face, their eyes lock, time seems to elude them.

They remain still and at that moment the whole world has come to nothing, they have become worlds themselves and worlds to each other.