Marked

*Trigger warning – knife play*

Patiently I wait. If there is anything He taught me already, it is to be patient. .

I’m in a beautiful room. A big four poster bed is situated against a dark red wall. Thick, heavy curtains are around each bedpost, in the same color as the wall. Two black doors stand out in the dark red wall next to it. One black wall holds a large oval mirror in iron roses. An absent smile crosses my face as I walk pass the mirror, fingers lingering on the cold roses. The reflection shows me and the bed behind me. Under the mirror is a dresser. It’s a massive wooden one, with two cabinets and three big drawers, much like the one we have at home. The one where all His toys are kept. As I stare out of one of the two large windows in the last dark red wall, overlooking a beautiful cemetery, my mind drifts to last week…

…I can feel rather than see Master watching me. When I turn around, the look in His eyes say it all and I immediately drop to my knees. Head resting on the floor, ass up, hands next to my feet, palms up! (Learned that the hard way.) I hear His footsteps come closer and His hand smacks my buttock. ‘Good girl’ He says softly. I can’t help but smile a little, He makes me feel so proud. He walks away, to ‘The Dresser’ and I am excited and tense at the same time. I can feel my pussy getting wet already…

I snap out of my reverie when I softly hear a door being locked. He’s here…

When I turn around I flush under His gaze. ‘You look beautiful’, He says. I look down as I say ‘Thank You, Master’. I’m wearing a black velvet corset, tied together with red laces in the back and a matching black skirt, almost touching the floor. No shoes this time, although I know He likes me in heels. I’m sure He can hear my heartbeat picking up as He steps closer. He comes to a halt two meters away from me. Damn, this man is gorgeous… He’s wearing simple grey sweatpants and a loose black t-shirt. The power He radiates is amazing. As I glance up I see His steel blue eyes still watching me. Quickly I cast my eyes down again, and He smiles ever so slightly. I’m forgiven. His demanding voice tells me to turn around, which I instantly do, looking out the window again. ‘I know how much you love this place’ He continues, ‘you have been a really good girl lately, which is why I brought you here.’ He pulls my hair back, uncovering my neck. He plants a soft kiss behind my ear. His other hand comes around me, clasping my shoulder, pulling me closer to Him. He whispers in my ear: ‘I have something for you. Don’t move’. He releases His hold on me and I have to steady myself. When He’s behind me again I see the blade of a knife glitter in the soft moonlight. I hold my breath.. what is He going to do with that…?

‘Stay very still’ He whispers in my ear as He gently pushes the blade in my neck. It’s cold, and I can’t help but jerk back a little. His free arm is around me in no time, holding me firmly into place. ‘Stay still!’ He growls. ‘This could end up very messy if you don’t stay still!’ Oh shit. He puts the knife down and roughly turns me around, holding me by the shoulders. His fierce eyes bore into mine. ‘Don’t you trust me, girl!?’ He says, and I know I’m in trouble. My voice is shaky when I softly say ‘I trust You, Master’. He takes my hand and guides me to the edge of the bed. He looks at me again.  ‘Take off the skirt, bend over and put your hands on the bed’ He orders. I silently do as I’m told and as my hands touch the bed, the first blow hits my right buttock. Oh! ‘You’ll get five this time’ He says ‘Count!’ One! *SMACK!* Two! *SMACK!* Three! *SMACK!* Four! *SMACK!* Five!

‘You will stay still when I tell you to, you understand, girl?’ I close my eyes ‘Yes, Master, I understand’. ‘Good. Now kneel.’ When I’m on my knees He gently pushes my upper body down on the bed, puts my arms beside me, palms up (!) and sits down next to me. He explains: ‘This is a very sharp knife. One wrong move from either of us and you could bleed to death. I need you to trust me and stay very still. Can you do that for your Master?’ I open my eyes and sideways look up at Him. ‘I can, Master’. ‘Good girl. Close your eyes’. I can feel Him reach out, to the knife I guess, and then a soft sigh. ‘You do look beautiful in this position…show me your pussy’

I shuffle my knees apart, as far as I can without changing my position. He gets up to stand behind me. ‘I love this color on you’ He says as He puts His hand on my sore buttock. His hand slides down, almost caressing and then stops when He reaches my butt hole. He knows I don’t really like that, and I can hear His soft snicker. ‘Someday girl…someday’, and I know He means it. Sliding further between my legs I hear His breath hitch when He feels how wet I already am. ‘That’s my girl’ He whispers as one finger slides inside me. He takes it out too soon and sticks his finger in my mouth. ‘Taste yourself’ and I take my time sucking His finger. ‘Good girl’.

He takes His finger out of my mouth and suddenly I feel something pulling at the laces of my corset. *SNAP* He’s cutting through them…*SNAP* I can feel the corset loosening *SNAP* the cold steel of the knife touching my back *SNAP* One more to go and it’s open *SNAP* The corset falls on my arms, but I don’t dare to move them. He hovers over me and breaths in my ear ‘Stay very still now’…  He sits down on the bed again and I can feel the tip of the blade just below my neck now. It’s still cold, but I anticipated it this time, so I can handle it. He’s slowly tracing His way down. I don’t think He’s cutting through skin. Yet. One straight line. A part of me wonders if He will just trace lines, or will He actually draw something?  The tip is going up again. It almost tickles. I feel Him putting some pressure on the knife and I brace myself…

Ohw… it hurts. I tell myself I have a safeword if needed. Not yet though. I can handle this. His concentration is radiating from Him. He loves doing this. Marking me. And this is how I like Him the most. Powerful. In control. And… truth be told… focused on me. I have no idea of time and it feels like He is idly doodling on my back when He suddenly stops. ‘Get up’. When I lift myself up on my knees again, He takes away the corset I was still lying on and mindlessly throws it aside. I get on my feet and He stands in front of me. He grabs my neck with His free hand and kisses me roughly. He’s breathing heavily. ‘I’m going to do the front now. Lay on the bed on your back and spread your legs. Now.” I can feel every cut He made when I lay down in the middle of the bed. It’s painful, and when I close my eyes, a single tear leaves my eye. ‘Your tears always taste so good’ He says as the tip of His tongue licks it away.

The cold blade now rests on that soft spot in my neck. Slowly He traces it down to my sternum. When the knife is between my breasts, He bites each nipple hard and circles them with the knife. They perk up. ‘Good girl’. I feel the knife going down again, stopping just below my pubic bone. This is where He pushes the knife through my skin again. One, two three lines. ‘This is mine’ He says, and I feel His tongue…licking up the blood? Oh…! My blood is running through my veins. His one free hand is on my labia, searching for my clit. As usual He finds it immediately. He plants a kiss on it and I can’t help myself and let out a moan. He bites! ‘Shhhh’. He uncovers my clit with one hand and places the tip of the knife on it. I panic… He wouldn’t…

His concentration is radiating from Him again. The tip slowly moves further down and I let out a relieved sigh. He’s guiding it to my right inner thigh. He knows I’m ticklish there, so He holds for a second, letting me adjust to the sensation. When He notices I’m relaxing again, He continues. It’s taking all my self control not to move, and I know He is enjoying this. He loves to take me to the edge. I clench my hands into fists, careful not to move anything else. He pushes through skin again and this time I can feel a drop of blood running down. His tongue catches it again before it touches the bed. Placing the tip of the blade on my left inner thigh, He immediately follows with His tongue, catching the drop that escaped there too.

I can feel Him leaving the bed. ‘Open your eyes’ He says, and when I do I see Him placing the knife on the dresser. I’m still laying on the bed, and I relax my hands. He’s looking at me with an unfamiliar expression on His face. Admiration? Pride? Love? He blinks it away and orders me to get up. I sit up and slide down to the edge of the bed where He is waiting now. I’m a little dizzy from the intense experience. ‘Undress me’ He demands. I can see the big bump in His sweatpants already and my fingers fumble with the knot. When I finally manage to open it, it falls loosely on the floor. His big cock springs free. Just as I want to get up to remove his shirt, He steps out of His pants. I lose my balance and fall back on the bed. It makes me giggle and He looks down on me. ‘I’m sorry, Master’ I manage to say when I get back up again. He turns me around and I immediately bend over, expecting another spanking.

‘Did I tell you to bend over?’ I straighten myself again, a little confused. ‘No, Master’. He curls His right arm around me, holding me against him. He whispers in my ear ‘come take a look at yourself in the mirror’ and He spins me around. I gasp a little when I look down on myself in the mirror. He marked me with an ‘A’. The first letter of both our names… I am awestruck when I look at Him in the mirror, standing behind me, still holding me. ‘A reminder that you are mine’ and I smile. ‘Yours, Master’ is all I can say. Then he takes my breasts in His hands and pulls on my nipples, effectively bending me over. ‘Hold the dresser for support’ He says, and in one push He’s inside me. One hand on my hip, pushing deeper, one hand pulling my hair. He pulls it every time He pushes in me and I feel my orgasm building up. He didn’t tell me I could come and I fight the urge. This makes Him push even harder and I can hear by His breathing He is close too. ‘Come with me’ He growls and His hand goes from my hip to the marking He just made.

His palm burns on it as His fingers play with my clit. I can’t keep it in any longer and I cry out. I can feel His hard cock thrusting deep inside me as He finds His release too. He releases His hold on me and pulls me back up against His chest. ‘Clean me’ He says and I turn around as I drop to my knees again. I suck His cock clean, as I always do, and look up at Him when I’m finished. He looks down on me and there is that look again…’Good girl’ He says softly and He helps me up. Taking my hand, He guides me back to the bed. We climb in and when His hand is on my new marking He whispers ‘Finally all mine’. I smile as I fall into a blissful sleep. Finally all His.

2 thoughts on “Marked

  1. Have you ever read “Let’s go play at the Adams’” where the kids take control of, rape, torture and kill the babysitter? That scene strongly reminds me of one in that book, when the younger boy gets lost in his imagination, tracing designs on Barbara…

    Excellent first story!

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