Chained Again

Cold unwelcoming steel
On my skin
Once again.
The ach in my arms,
Smell of the leather,
Tast the blood.
Why
Do I put myself through this?
It might be
Because
You won't have me
Any other way,
Don't like me
To be in control,
Can't face me
Unbound.
Or then again,
Maybe
I just like the sting.