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I had a brief stint as a BDSM Domme. |
His ass ... like a canvas ... has yet to be painted Clean and white... it is there Waiting Stretched Positioned for my "brush" Which to use? The canvas flinches as the purple leather bristles The first stroke ... little change... Second ... a bit of pink Third, fourth.... and then the fifth ... I begin to see the hot pink shade of my favored roses The canvas quivers The red hair like strands of brush number two sing as they cut through the air Marring the canvas... Another layer of color The canvas shakes Perhaps brush number two is too intense for such delicate canvas? A few more strokes make sure... Yes... too intense... My hand smooths the shaking canvas... I steady it As if I could wipe away what color has developed Another brush ... A black number with long rubber tendrils... The ends are cut... sharp ... and hard... A smile creeps across my face... Perfect... A flooding of color deep blush... crimson ... maroon ... The canvas collapses Stepping back... Admiring my work... Almost complete... I lift the canvas once more Amongst the box of color inducing tools ... my final selection A "spatula" of sorts ... for the last bits of color An intense finale ... Sweat crosses my brow The canvas drops ... To be raised no more Rouge patterned, streaked and striped My smile widens in pleasure A passionate endeavor... The masterpiece I adore |