blood play

Could it be the intensity of the burn as the razor slice’s your inner thigh.

Perhaps you get off on the way it feel’s as the blood is flowing from a fresh cut

making roses bloom onto the soft white sheet.

You watch me as I methodically carve your new nick name into your leg

blood bitch,my dirty whore is what you are to  me.

depraved by design you struggle to focus on the light that is slowly fading

just as you lose conciousness you feel a new sting as I burn the cut and close it off.

It is not gonna be over anytime soon,you scream as I tear the cut open with blade.

I pull the knife away & it is slick and red ,last thing you see as you faint.

Mistress Veronika

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