Craving

Spring is lurking, slowly we edge towards more light, more time, more skin and more lust.
I feel my blood clearer in my veins, visions of bare skin flicker through my mind, followed by visions of skin being coloured in every shade of blue, purple, red and black.
I know this means my sadist is craving, impatiently waiting for the one who can take it, the heavy hands, repeatedly pounding into skin against skin contact, the sting, the moan, the whimper, the shiver of delight as the skin turns from red to deep red/blue just before it breaks and the best part, the tears smearing the makeup, heavy panting before the skin breaks as hands now wield the cane and the full toolbox is now opened for a long night, a very long, intense, raw and brutal night is ahead.

Hurry up spring...the cage wont hold him much longer