the outer rim of her blood spattered ear. Her mouth is
closed around my fingers and she is sucking my gloved
hand, tasting her blood on the soft leather. The
leather even darker where I have rested it in her
blood, the palm is wet with it, the knuckles glossy
with it, and she sees her self in the reflection in
the mirror mounted on the wall.
The blood trickles from the letter carved into her
breast, the fresh rivulets seeping over the bloody
mess I had left from rubbing her own blood over her,
over every part I could reach whilst kneeling above
her, now when she looks in the mirror, she sees the
blood, her skin parted, and her naked form, with Me,
propping her up, one gloved hand in her mouth, and the
other, reaching around to cup her pussy. My eyes are
on hers in the mirror, hers the only white in an
almost comically red smeared face. I watch her look
down at herself, feeling her grind into my palm.
I push her down onto her knees, sliding my hand over
her body, the other remaining in her mouth, her tongue
playing my fingers apart, then closed, over and over
and over again. I am standing over her, eyes locked on
hers reflected in the mirror. I remove my hand from
her mouth.
"Yes or No?" I demand, loudly, the only sound in
minutes.
"Yes Master" SHe replies.
my hand leaves the reflection briefly, to return with
her metal collar, unlocked, I padlock it around her
neck, and make her read the word carved in her chest
aloud.
HIS.