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…

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