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Carving Story Thanks Blackpanty for the congrats. I am trying to prep for the new job but I discovered that I hate school now. I just want everything to be over and I have no motivation to do much of anything. I want to get out of all this and get to doing real work. My only thanks for the time right now is that it gives me time to look for a car and a house. I found a few good car deals in the Metrotimes so I need this weekend or next to go check them out. Scary thing is that I need to learn how to drive again and find some place to store the damn thing before college lets out. FUCK. I also really need to give up smoking weed too. I keep getting high and doing nothing. That's about the level I am at with school right now. I also need to quit soon so that I can get clean in case of drug tests. I didn't ask, and I would think web people would be used to drugs, but I do not want that to ruin me. Argghhh... Not much else to report so here the last of my little stories I found called Carving. It's a violent BD piece and kind of gross but I was trying to push an edge in it. I think I will convert You Left Your Back Door Open into a screenplay once I get fully hired by this company. �Kneel asshole!� I yelled while trying to prevent myself from laughing. You know that it had been a long time since I had been the dominant one and that I was a little unsure of myself as I stood wearing only my domme boots, but you were willing to try and see if I could let my mean streak out again. You knew that I needed to relieve some stress and I knew that you missed being a submissive. You kneel immediately at my command and face the floor. I walk to the bathroom and return with several tools that I augment with some implements from my desk. You wait and listen to my steps. I sit down, place my feet upon your back, and watch you silently wonder what toys I have snatched up to play with this time. I reach over to the side and begin to whip you with the carriage whip. I smile as the leather cuts into your skin and leaves red marks behind. I get up and stand behind you and attempt to throw the whip into a Zorro type Z and make the lines perfectly. I smile and wander off to the fridge for some water. You wait and I lie down on the bed. �Eat me,� I order you and you rush to the bed and begin to devour my pussy. I rise to your mouth and you attempt to lick my asshole, knowing that I adore that, but I decide that you are not ready for that privilege. I reach my legs onto your back and begin to dig the stiletto heels into you and make the marks into a pattern. I push against you, crush your nipples with the heels, and smile while you eat me. �Kneel again!� You immediately crouch back onto the floor and I pull my legs to my chest and smile. I do not know if you saw my tools lying about or not but I decide that you have not. I sip my water and begin to open the scalpel�s pouch and press it into its holder. I haven�t completely decided what I want to carve into your skin yet because I have had so many designs in my mind for weeks but I want to keep this one simple. I rise and walk around you in order to check you out. I tap you a few times with my whip to make the blood rise and take up a squatting stance behind you. You listen and almost turn your ears towards me but refrain from moving your head as I stroll around you. I can tell that you know what I am thinking of and that you cannot wait to see how it turns out. �Lie on your face.� I command. Your ass is now in the air and I look at its tightness. I ponder whether I should tie your balls up first. I do not feel like getting the rope out though for that. You tend to be the rope-master in the house. I flick them slightly with my whip and I can tell that you waiting for more. I grab your tight ass and gently kneed it between my hands. Holding the scalpel in my mouth by its end I trace out my pattern with my nails. I press hard enough to leave a mark that I will be able to trace easily. I smile and set the scalpel on the floor and bite your ass hard in order to prepare you before I start to carve. Soon, I begin by sitting on my butt, making three slow cuts to form a D, and then another two for the T, making sure that none of the cuts on the D intersect. I don�t want to remove any sections of your flesh just mark my territory. I smile as I watch you enjoy the light pain of the scalpel as I finish the R. You squirm a little and I press my hand onto your back to signal that I am not finished yet. I get the camera and take several pictures while the blood runs across your legs. I reach behind me and place a pan under your knees to catch the runoff. I grab my bottle of ink from off of my desk and slowly dab your wounds with some gauze. I know that you wish that they will bleed forever but I need to finish the task before they begin to clot. I open the bottle of ink and press you closer to the floor. I run some of the ink in my hands after putting my surgical gloves on. The ink feels cold and wet. I smile again and begin to place a thin layer of ink over your wounds. You wince as the ink stings and burns your wounds. I claw your ass towards me and slowly thicken the layer until the ink begins to dry. I blow on the ink and watch the mixture of blood and ink clot together to form my initials. �Crawl.� I pull you into the shower and piss into your mouth with a grin. I toss a bar of lava soap at you and turn the cold water on. You suck in your breath in a hiss but begin to wash. You show your ass to me for approval as I wash the tools and I nod�I finally got to make my mark. Now, all is left is for you to make yours |