A velvet blindfold conceils my eyes. I see only shadows beyond the sinful fabric. I can feel tension and excitement running through my viens as my heart pumps as adreneline rushes to my head. I lift my hands, and after an inch or two, I notice that I can no longer move them. Something, something hard is pulling my hands back. It's cold, it feels like I am handcuffed to the bed as the rest of my body loweres to the edge of the bed.

I feel cold, then hot. Then cold and hot again. The sweat pours as the clothes are removed. May was on top of me, and I don't know the words to explain it. May's on top of me, touching me from top to bottom. And though I squirm and my hips turn. May begins to shiver more. Just as I begin to pant and fall to sleep, the crack of the whip keeps me awake. For I am only human. I could not resist the thriller of BDSM.