Yum Yum: An Evening of Cannibalism and Objectification

The bath is too hot but she's determined to endure it. She needs the heat to ease out the soreness from yesterday. She looks down at her leg: inky teethmarks clearly visible through the silky white froth of bubbles.

A shiver thrills through her as she remembers his teeth baring down on her flesh, a hairbreadth away from ripping it: from mauling her.

He told her that she consumes his thoughts, and yet, she smiles, it's ironic that it is he who is on the edge of consuming her. Literally.

But he doesn't just consume her with his teeth barred, his hot breath curling around her limbs. Every time they meet he devours her subtly, nibbling away at her layers like a colourful fish in the posh pedicures so trendy nowadays.

But there are moments when his teeth catch on her heart and invisible rivulets of blood betray her vulnerability. It's at times like these he calls her feisty. He says he sometimes finds it hard to control himself. She wonders if he knows how hard it is for her to control herself too: moments when she not only wants to throw the crop across the room at him, but to stride over, nostrils flaring with indignation, and smack it hard across his face, so hard that he too will feel the sharp lash of pain he caused her.

She lifts up her leg and follows the line of bite marks to her inner thigh where she can see the yellowing imprint of his mouth. Seeing him there, on her, triggers off a wave of submission so strong she feels herself woozily slipping lower and lower in the bath. She has started to reveal her softest parts to him. And yet there are still softer, more vulnerable parts he has yet to find. She is protecting them still, although she has a feeling he'll find his way in.

She runs her finger across her cunt. She's supposed to shave herself smooth for him but every now and again she disobeys...small kicks for a girl who asked her Dom to use her as a footstool the previous evening, and knelt before him as he rested his feet on her back, whispering to her to keep still as she was almost knocked flat by the intensity of the orgasm ripping through her. But, she shrugs as she puts the razor away unused, a girl's gotta rebel somehow.