The DollHouse(G!PxGirlxGirl)

◇ Chapter 41

Trixie

I woke up alone, out of littlespace and not quite in subspace. I wouldn't call it either but I was still feeling floaty, a bit iffy, not quite all me. I rolled out of bed and stood up slowly, I made my way to the bathroom, in few feet I was in front of the mirror. 

There were bruises, scratches, bites, red and purple lines the lashing left littering my tummy and legs. Roses of red where the prod had met skin down my arms all over my chest. Hickies, dark all over my neck and shoulders. Just over a hand pink hand print where mistress, press her hands into me. That crushing feeling of vulnerability and love all mixed in a single action, carried out by the one you trust the most.

People who aren't into BDSM, don't get it. Its not just about them hitting me, its not abuse, it's not manipulation. It's a complex power exchange, that means something more than sex.

I run my fingers over the pinks, reds, and blues. They didn't hurt much, I mean not as bad as they looked.

I sighed smiling a little, that feeling when the drop is over and you can think, you can remember the way it felt to be useful, cherished, claimed, and rewarded. Its nothing like it.

I wear my marks from them with pride, they make me happy, they make me feel new with reminders that I'm something more than a fuxked up little girl to somebody, to two somebody's.

I walk back into the room, to the drawers I've claimed with my clothes. I pull on pair of old basketball shorts and one of Daddy's hoodies. I snatched my blanket off the bed and my half finished bottle off the night stand and made my was down the stairs.

I heard the movement in the kitchen as soon as I got close enough, there's alway something happening in there, and food waiting. I push through the swing door and smile when I see my People sitting at the breakfast table. Daddy was reading the paper and Mistress was tapping away on her phone.

"Good morning, Baby, how are you, do you need anything?" Daddy asked kissing my head when she got up. I shook my head and pulled my self into on of the seat next to my Mistress. She leaned over and kissed me too as I tilted my bottle up into my mouth.

I got a few suckles in before it was taken away, right out of my hands. I followed the bottle behind me reaching for it.

"No, you will not be having milk for breakfast," Daddy said putting my bottle in the refrigerator. I huffed and turned back to the table.

Mistress put her phone down with a smirk, "she's right, you worked hard last night, plus you've definitely lost some weight, what the hell does Telmont feed you?"

I frown and cross my arms over my chest as look out the down at the garden. I want to go out and explore, there should be new blossoming flowers this time of year, but Daddy and Mistress said no Garden or pool.

I felt a gentle hand pet my head and run down through my hair, "I'll take you out to the garden, after breakfast and then maybe we can take a seat in the jacuzzi. I have to check your bandages before we go out though."
Mistress leaned over and kissed my head once again, this time she took my wrists in her hands and looked at me with sad eyes.

Sometime she did, if we entered an especially harsh scene.  I don't think I've ever used my safe word during a scene. I mean to be faire there is nothing she can do to me that hasn't been done already by Peter. Honestly I think the only time I've ever used my safe word was during a really bad SubDrop. I was in so much pain and agony, not because of the play, its was in my heart, I just felt so broken up. And I then the head aches and confusion set in and I locked myself in the closet for and hour before I let Daddy in. She held me while I cried, I kept saying Mercy over and over again because all I could remember was wanting her to make it stop.