Dukh aur maja

Suffering and pleasure... They are intertwined, inseparable. One cannot exist without the other. A heavy military belt, cold and unyielding. Cruel metal clips bite into the most tender places. I feel the Master penetrating me. I feel the Master's presence, deep and consuming. At first, a slow, deliberate ache. Then it quickens, intensifies, until it consumes me entirely. My moans rise, unbidden, a symphony of ecstasy and surrender. Until I am screaming mindlessly in ecstasy.