Whiskey on the night stand.
He lifted it for a sip.
He'd have to push a little harder.
Maybe a leather whip.

Standing beside the bed.
He watched her naked and silent.
Waiting for the unknown.
Would each slap become more violent?

If she wanted it to end.
She knew the word to say.
But she loved the way he used her.
Always eager to play.

Loved a little pleasure.
Loved alot of pain.
The amount of abuse that she could take.
Would make most people insane. 

She curse and swore.
Egging him on.
So he pulled out a dildo.
Thick and long.

He untied her hands....