10/28/2016 9:26:18 PM: There is something about~ Being pushed up against a wall, face first~Cheek resting on rough wallboard~ Breath caught in your throat~ Listening to the growling in your ear~ And trying to remember your own name~ There's something about being~ Pushed up against a wall~ Your back flat up against it~ Staring straight into eyes that see through you~ Swallowing hard~ Waiting for your heart to start beating again~ There's something about~ Being made to crawl across the floor~ To a seated Man, staring into your eyes~ Not letting you not look at Him~ Not letting you stumble~ Drawing you to Him without a word~ Trembling, a whimper caught in your throat~ There's something about~ Being pulled up by your hair~ Feeling that hand slink up your neck~ Into your tresses, close to the scalp~ Grabbing, gripping it, guttural sounds emitting from His lips~ The pain not nearly as strong as the urge~ To cry or bite a hole through your bottom lip~ There's something about~ Being bent over the back of a chair, without warning~ Without pretense, without question~ Having your skirt flipped up, cool air hitting hot skin~ Your cheeks blushing, with the same color of your ass~ As He warms it with the striking of the palm of His hand~ The tears you cry not cooling you~ The tears you cry because He has found you~ There's something about~ Those words He uses~ Those names He calls you~ Those phrases meant to elicit a response~ And you do respond~ All of you responds~ And your body betrays you, always~ There's something about~ Being thrown down and taken~ Not against your will~ For your will is to be there~ To please, to submit, to offer, to relinquish~ And you cry out for breath, for more, for Him~ And you know you are home~ There's something about~ Being dragged into the shower~ Forced to your knees~ Hissed at for silence~ Growled at to be still~ And awaiting the flow~ That you know~ Marks You as HIS~ There's something about~ Kneeling quietly beside Him~ Your body reddened, coated, tired~ Your mind silent, for once ~ for a time~ Your head bowed, your eyes closed~ Your lips quivering as His fingers touch you~ Your submission, unquestioned~ Your Peace at Hand. Author Unknown