You know you are into BDSM when...

...going to the clinic to have blood drawn is making your day. People fear needles, they cry, they faint at the sight of blood. Not me!  My back shivers even now at the memory of how firmly the needle entered my vain, the nurse knew what she was doing. What she didn't know is how much I enjoyed it!
I guess I'm into pain and surely into BDSM!
Tonight I needed the adrenaline rush so badly...I had to give in...and enjoyed the needles slowly sliding into my flesh...

Pain & pleasure

I live off memories of pleasure -

pleasure gained through pure pain.

Now new pain that's hard to measure

without yielding pleasure reigns.

My stage he entered uninvited.

In play called 'Life' I gave him role.

Into 'the Scene' he gently guided 

my curiosity - I lost control

From Master of my own desires.

I turned into a passion's Slave.

Right then his lust expired.

Was he too feeble, was I too brave?

I live off memories of pleasure

as center piece on empty stage,

until the play resume I'll treasure 

the ropes that tame my inner rage.