Her Reality
By flutterbi

She sits and she watches the people walking past. One face transforming into another. One body melding, taking the form of the next over and over again. She is searching their faces for a sign of her own existence. For some semblance of reality.

He twists her nipple fiercely. The pain sears through her making her feel as if she is pure fat dripping into an open flame. Burning her soul deeply. She begs him. She moans. She writhes. He obliges. He laughs softly. My little pain slut he thinks. He runs a knife slowly over her velvet flesh. The steel blade caressing her curves. Don't move he commands as he travels upward toward her delicate throat. The throat that she exposes for him in her submission. I own you he whispers in her ear.

She doesn't move but silently responds to his words within her heart. Yes you do own me Master. She feels the cold metal pressing on her throat her instinct is to swallow, she knows better. His breath warm on her neck as he takes her lips into his mouth. Sucking her breath. I own you completely he presses on her throat a bit harder. Her breath becoming labored. Her eyes widened with fear. He removes the blade. She breathes. She gasps, breathing the air that he has allowed her. He smiles broadly taking her breath, her soul, her life into his hands.

She raises her eyes to meet his. Her eyes filled with gratitude. Thank you she whispers quietly.

This is her reality.

Copyright flutterbi 6-22-99