Sheer terror, which in retrospect gives such a thrill. (Poem written by Guy after a kinky sex session when he was tied to a wardrobe and punished for my pleasure...Fiona x) Loss of my freedom Exhilaration, but such fright Then raw pain Fear! Panic! Why did I start this? Why did I voluntarily give up my freedom? To someone who enjoys my loss of control Help me! Please let me free Please no more I beg Anticipation of agony Followed by agony I anticipate each stroke I can’t stand this, but what can I do? My mind works overtime......... Stop, I will do anything, say anything! Make any bargain If only you’ll set me free To stop it what can I do? Pull my arms, move my feet Pull the wardrobe over Scream, surely if the neighbours can hear, she will stop Anything to get my release Anything to escape Helpless, hopeless I plead, I beg, I demean myself The end.......... Don’t let it restart I stand exhausted physically and mentally Until one hand is free Such sweet relief Never again But.........