IN THE SPOTLIGHT

EVERYONE LOOKS THINNER.

As the door opened there was no crack of light to beam out at us,

and so I followed her on

into the darkness..

my hand rested on her ass

and she leaned back into it,

like a cat to be scratched.

it was a huge room,

it must have been the entire base of the boat,

and in the center was a single tall padded stool..

In the cavernous space,

there was but one light

and it shone in a single beam,

down from the rafters

onto the stool.

She moved forward,

keeping my hand in hers

and riding along with the sway of her hips.

and she went straight to the stool.

when we stopped,

almost under the spotlight,

she turned and kissed me,

tenderly,

softly

and quietly leaned herself against me.

There was still the dim clomp of the motor,

to move with,

in the absence of the sweet saxophone.

and there was still the rustle of skirts

and the soft stroke of satin and silk

and deep blue velvet.

and then she was across the stool,

feet in close

and hands

clasping the base of the legs.

her head hung inbetween the rungs

and her ass pointed almost straight up.

I placed my hands gently on her lower cheeks

and she hissed at me to squeeze,

harder.

I did.

and as her full roundness moved

against my urgent searching fingers,

she hissed again...

"In the closet - over there"

I followed the tilt of her head,

and set off into the darkness.

I opened the closet door

and a small light came on..

and Alladin's cave came into view...

there was manacles and handcuffs

and rope and wire...

various tight leather whips

and softness..

small batteries with wires attached to the electrodes.

and a loose black mask.

I had never seen such stuff assembled

in one place before.

and I looked back

at my stool pigeon.

she was watching and waiting

and there were flames in her eyes.

I stepped back towards the spotlight

and began to fasten her

across the stool

her wrists were first,

anchored in place with silk scarves,

and then her ankles..

metal for the feet,

the cuffs snapped easily in place...

she was safe,

unharmed

but helpless

she was soft and wet and warm

and she was penitent

she knew that it had been a cruel joke

to take an innocent like me

and bring him,

unawares

to a place like this..

she knew it,

and she knew that I knew it.

she was apologetic - almost eager.

It was why she had brought me,

perhaps why I came...

it was the time of discovery