speedbag #2 ... the fantasy

oh to be Her speedbag … I thought … to have my head somehow attached to a swivel. to have my face shaded brown with dark vertical lines drawn as seams. to have the words Everlast or Otomix inked across my forehead. to watch Her put on Her training gloves and take a fighters stance in front of me. pat my face and commence to strike and hit my face with an uncanny rhythm. Left, right, left, right, left, right. She hits and smacks me hard with target driven precision. It stings and hurts at first.i feel my face begin to swell. I feel her fists accelerating and moving from my cheeks up towards my nose. She peppers me with well coordinated punches and I feel my nose begin to enlarge and my left eye close. She is moving faster now and my head is moving at her physical whims. obeying Her fists moving in Her elliptical orbit. My ears are ringing now and I feel the swelling around my right occipital socket swell and bulge grotesquely. i start to tear tremendously. i feel the tears streaming down my cheeks, and now Her punches have become blurs. it is like watching an old fashioned movie with faster and faster shutter speeds. i groan and grimace, but She is not finished yet. She begins to employ the use of Her elbows. I have no navigational control as to where my face lands. I am smacked and the back of my head bounces to hit the back board and then return to do it again. my lips are fat, cut and bleeding the swelling increases until I look like a distorted witch doctor’s enlarged voodoo doll. Numbness in my jaw now sets in as She continues to work my face over, and over. I can no longer see. She has effectively shut down both of my eyes. They are horribly swollen and look like the slits of a poorly carved jack-o-lantern. My head is reeling and I now feel nothing except the constant slap slap slap of Her fists as She rips into my mouth and nose. my head is now nothing more than a vomitous, gore ball. blood and brown goo of an undetermined substance drip up into my matted hair. What was once a head with features looks like a half chewed mangled bloody pustule. blood is splattered and speckled everywhere. Her gloves are stained and bloody, and there is tenderized, gorey, bloody, bits and pieces of me on her face. She smiles and breathing heavy She hangs on my head. blowing a wisp of hair out of Her penetrating green eyes She pats my puffy, bloody face with Her wrapped hand. “Whew!” you were good tonight pet! Damn fucking amazing! She comes over and rests Her head on my shoulder patting whats left of my cheek and poking each swollen area like a chef using her nails to skewer for for complete doneness. “you will have some wonderful marks to remember me by pet.” She throws Her beautiful black hair back back, kisses my forehead and begins removing Her wraps. “make sure You wash these well for me… ok pet” She drapes them over my head and says “such a good speedbag. Now where is that bentadine? Somewhere under all my knots, welts, cuts. scrapes and bruises, i try to smile.