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I wrote this a while ago and posted it on my blog but was reminded of it by circumstances and the original inspiration. So I gave it a small rewrite and have reposted it.
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“Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child.”
A wry smile crosses my lips as the soundtrack in my mind links seamlessly with my thoughts.
Yes, patience, you must have patience my sweet. Soon enough you will be singing along with the music in my mind, though it will be the sweet cries of pain that will spill from your lips as twisted lyrics to the symphony of pain I'll be orchestrating. You can wait just a little longer for me, can't you my darling?
I see your muscles twitch as you're suspended before me. Hands above your head, the heavy leather cuffs pulled tight around those delicate wrists. Your feet bound to the spreader bar, your toes just touching the floor.
Goosebumps ripple over your naked skin, is it the uncomfortable chill of my cellar or the silent, cold fear flowing from your mind?
You can't hear my music, that is only for me, just for me. Your world is silent, down here there is no sound, nobody to hear you other than me, unbroken silence.
Even your breathing is now so shallow, I can almost hear your tears as they run down your cheek.
You thought you were so perfect, so aloof and unattainable. I was just an object for you to tease and torment, to lead on with a sultry smile or a gentle kiss on the cheek. You felt safe with me, didn't you?
Sweet, nice Corwin would never do anything, he's nice.
Nice, the one word to kill the spirit of any man.
Nice, the word that you use when you haven't got anything good to say about someone but can't say anything bad either.
Nice, the word that can almost always be followed by but. He's nice but I wouldn't shag him. I wonder how many times you've used that phrase about the poor bastards like me who you just wanted to string along.
The music shifts once again.
“You don't know how long I've wanted, to touch your lips and hold you so tight”
From the first moment I met you I wanted you, my heart racing when you smiled at me and asked me my name. Like a little puppy I followed you, caught in the spell you wove around me.
God, I really can be so stupid sometimes. It took me so long to realise that I was useful to you, I was your get out clause from the pushy ones who wanted to maul you, but I knew you were out of my league and so wouldn't get in the way of you slipping away with the ones who took your fancy.
“What about your bloke?”
“He's not my bloke, that's Corwin, He's nice”
And off you would trot, and here I would wait, grateful for any attention you decided to spare me.
Well, my little princess.
“How do I feel, tell me now how should I feel?, Now I stand here waiting”
Waiting, watching you. The mascara streaks down your tear stained cheeks. The lipstick that was so perfectly applied only hours ago, now a smeared mess.
Silently I move beside you from the darkness, as you blink against the bright spotlight that illuminates your face, almost blinding you with its harsh light.
You gasp as the cold steel of my dagger gently caresses your thigh. You try to twist away but are held firmly by the leather cuffs and taut rope.
Dragging the sharp tip lightly over your hip, sliding upwards passing between your breasts leaving a fine red welt behind it, marking its passage over your skin.
Finally coming to rest in the hollow of your throat as my other hand grips your face, thumb and fingers crushing your delicate features as I lean close to lap the tears from your cheek.
I kiss you, not the tender passion of a lover or the gentle peck of a friend. A harsh, brutal kiss that bruises your lips, a violent assault of a kiss that makes you try and pull away with nowhere to go.
“I'm a bitch, I'm a tease, I'm a goddess on my knees”
I can barely stifle a laugh at the irony of my musical voices as I move back from you.
Yes, you are, you're a bitch and a tease and before tonight is over you'll be on your knees crawling, begging, pleading to worship me. Though you will be more penitent than goddess as you worship me as your God, Lord Corwin the redeemer, the cruel and all powerful ruler who giveth and taketh away.
I can feel your anticipation, it's almost palpable, I could reach out and cut through it with the blade in my hand.
Soon, soon I will flay your skin, leave you bruised, bleeding and screaming for mercy. Soon I will penetrate that delicate skin with needles, slice it with sharp blades, sew it up only to tear it open again.
Soon you will beg me to stop, in fact you'll do anything for the pain to cease.
Not so nice any more am I little one?
Once you're broken, humiliated and one step from despair then I'll take you, use your cunt to satisfy myself.
How you'll love me then, you'll cry and beg to be mine. You'll whisper how much you love me, how you want to be with me forever, how you want to be my slave.
But not yet, you need to wait a little longer. I've waited this long for you, you can wait for me now.
“Patience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed child”
| 15 Mar 11, 10:35 PM meganne_in_spain UK(PR), 4 yrs  |
WOW ... that was so very very hot ... wrong... terribly wrong, but HOT ... thankyou!!! Nil Carborundum Illegitimo | |
| 16 Mar 11, 8:05 PM Dark_Cherry UK(B), 2 yrs     |
Nice.
Fuck labels. Labels suck. I am a filthy, slutty, sadistic princess | |
| 16 Mar 11, 8:53 PM Corwin UK(L), 11 yrs |
Thank you - and Wrong is the new right If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see | |
| 16 Mar 11, 8:54 PM Corwin UK(L), 11 yrs |
If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see | |
| 17 Mar 11, 8:35 AM perra_diablo UK, 3 yrs |
Corwin !!!! & I thought you were nice...... | |
| 17 Mar 11, 8:58 AM Corwin UK(L), 11 yrs |
I am nice, sweet, lovely and gentle ....honest! *wanders off whistling innocently* If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see |
