Austin made me do it
The room was quiet as she knelt on the soft cushion at the center of the room, waiting for her Mistresses to enter. Her last Master had sold her when she had begun to bore him. She shuddered. He had been less than forgiving when she had grown weary beneath his touch. She feared that her new owners would be worse; punishment for her failings.
The door opened behind her, and she saw her own shadow cast over the floor.
One of them ordered her to stand, and she rose immediately, trembling.
They moved towards her silently, and barely graced her arms with the tips of their fingers. The door closed, shutting away the light before she could get a clear sight of her captors.
In the darkness one of them caressed her cheek, slowly trailing her fingers into her hair. With a hiss, the hand tightened and she was thrown to ground again, whimpering. She was carefully but firmly held in place by both of them as they lightly played with half-blunted knives on her bare stomach. Their hands tightened on her wrists as she struggled. The pressure was increased on her abdomen and she felt a tear slip from between her closed eyes. A moment later, one of her Mistresses kissed it away while the other opened a tiny, shallow cut. The knife was lifted, but as it was replaced, she began to beg.
Pain like this was unbearable, knowing that it was only transient, but having no way to prevent it. For the same reason she had been removed from her previous owner, she begged.
Her Mistresses laughed, soft musical notes that danced in the air. It should have alleviated some of her fear, but it only served to increase it. Her words became garbled, whispered, half moans as she resisted the temptation of surrendering to the bliss of pain. They knew why the tone of her cries had changed.
She was ordered to kneel, and was nearly incapable of maintaining her proper posture, she was shaking so fiercely.
First one, then the other kissed her; deep kisses that left her breathless and disoriented. They took turns playing with her, finding her weakest spots and bringing her to whimpering fits before stepping back and watching her struggle to regain control. One was slowly stroking the inside of her arm, and the other was writing nothings with her fingernail on her neck. As the servant begged for mercy between moans, vibrating with anticipation, both Mistresses rose and stepped away. She was left in a pile on the soft cushions, occasional moans slipping between her tender lips, and too lost to control herself.
The door opened behind her, and she saw her own shadow cast over the floor.
One of them ordered her to stand, and she rose immediately, trembling.
They moved towards her silently, and barely graced her arms with the tips of their fingers. The door closed, shutting away the light before she could get a clear sight of her captors.
In the darkness one of them caressed her cheek, slowly trailing her fingers into her hair. With a hiss, the hand tightened and she was thrown to ground again, whimpering. She was carefully but firmly held in place by both of them as they lightly played with half-blunted knives on her bare stomach. Their hands tightened on her wrists as she struggled. The pressure was increased on her abdomen and she felt a tear slip from between her closed eyes. A moment later, one of her Mistresses kissed it away while the other opened a tiny, shallow cut. The knife was lifted, but as it was replaced, she began to beg.
Pain like this was unbearable, knowing that it was only transient, but having no way to prevent it. For the same reason she had been removed from her previous owner, she begged.
Her Mistresses laughed, soft musical notes that danced in the air. It should have alleviated some of her fear, but it only served to increase it. Her words became garbled, whispered, half moans as she resisted the temptation of surrendering to the bliss of pain. They knew why the tone of her cries had changed.
She was ordered to kneel, and was nearly incapable of maintaining her proper posture, she was shaking so fiercely.
First one, then the other kissed her; deep kisses that left her breathless and disoriented. They took turns playing with her, finding her weakest spots and bringing her to whimpering fits before stepping back and watching her struggle to regain control. One was slowly stroking the inside of her arm, and the other was writing nothings with her fingernail on her neck. As the servant begged for mercy between moans, vibrating with anticipation, both Mistresses rose and stepped away. She was left in a pile on the soft cushions, occasional moans slipping between her tender lips, and too lost to control herself.