How He Gets Me!

"I've got you."
Is, at once, a reassurance,
And a threat.
He stands behind me,
Strong arms locking mine in place
And, though the rest of me
Is unrestrained,
The movements I can make
Will make no difference.
He has got me,
And will do with me,
Exactly as he likes.

I struggle,
Realize it is pointless,
And submit.
His laugh is gentle,
Quiet.
Satisfied,
And mocking.
And I love it.
I am firmly in my place.