A Work In Progress

Chapter 1-Bleeding Through my Fingers

It was late at night and he should never have been there in the first place, I'm not making excuses but it's true, the poor kid was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was handsome too, which made it all the more a shame but what's done is done and now was not the time for me to become a simpering little girl. I just needed to get my head around this and adjust my plans accordingly.

I dragged the heavy tarp out from the backdoor of the house and to the farthest corner of the fenced in back yard. How cliched, I mean I knew it in my own mind so there's no doubt it's not in yours, but when you've just killed your ex boyfriend what the hell are you supposed to do. I left him laying there in the shadows of the fence and the dark starless sky, and returned to the house for a shovel. I see it in your eyes, you want to know how I knew where a shovel was, because your right this isn't my house but I've been here too many times in the past 6 months to not know where she kept everything.

I returned to the yard and began the tedious chore of digging, I was strong enough for this only because this isn’t the first person I've buried. Which is also how I knew it was so tedious I suppose. I let my arms do the work and I let my mind wander. I was kind of sorry he was dead, but I was mostly sorry she wasn't here to watch me do it. I shook my head, that sounded so informal, you would think I would care about “him” just a little bit more, or have some kind of emotion but I didn't not really. He was a plaything, nothing more and to do him some kind of justice nothing less either.

His name was Jonathan Mercer. He was 22 years old, lived in his parents basement, no siblings, his mom was a closet drunk and his dad was a salesman on a used car lot. He worked part time with his dad, he also delivered pizza every Friday and Saturday night and the rest of the time he was a janitor at the local public school. He didn't have any huge dreams or aspirations, he graduated from high school and that was it for him. He was on a couple sports teams in high school, I only remember that he was never the star player. I didn't know him very well then, he wasn't a loser for sure, he had enough friends and he even had a couple girlfriends. As far as looks he was cute enough I suppose, not my type but that can be explained later. Dishwater blonde hair, cloudy green eyes that looked like he was always high or half dead, just over 6 ft tall, and muscular. Jonathan’s problem was life just wasn't suited to him, which made him perfect for me. I needed someone to be my cover, someone that wouldn't demand a lot of my time or ask to many questions and he never did. He was content to see me 4 or 5 times a week, chat on the phone, maybe catch a movie every now and then, but he never pestered me, until tonight. The poor stupid schmuck, wrong place, wrong time, but i suppose he got what he had been waiting for his whole 22 years, the end came to him. I just helped it along.

I shook my head and glanced up realizing that in my trance, I had stopped digging and sat down with my back pressed to the fence. I moaned softly,remembering the lessons Mistress had taught me out here against this very fence. I could feel every inch of my skin pressed against the rough wood through my tank, I could visualize the splinters and cuts I had gotten that day and I can remember the orgasm she brought me to for enduring that painful lesson silently.

I got up and checked out my handy work, apparently my body knew how to do the job right even though my mind was clearly separated the whole time. The hole in the ground was approximately 4 feet deep and 4 feet long and 2 feet wide. It was perfect. Now it was time for my work to really begin, I got out my tools from a bag i had left only a couple feet away and began the process of separating him limb from body and organs from body and sorting it all into piles, heart, liver, kidneys, and intestines went into a bag and moved back up against the house, limbs were tossed in the hole and and his torso after being basically shredded down to bones went into the hole as well, where I proceeded to fill it in and cover up my tracks so that no one would ever suspect what had taken place here tonight.

After the ground had been returned to a state of normalcy I grabbed my bag of organs and headed in the house and immediately to the bathroom which had been built right off the back door of the house for this purpose alone I suppose. It was all tiled in black tiles, The floor, the walls, even the ceiling was some sort of water resistant material. The one wall was lined with shower heads , and the the other had a couple of hoses. I cleaned myself up sent my clothes down to the incinerator,grabbed a black bathrobe and then left the bathroom and headed for the walk in cooler to toss the bag of organs inside.

What a night, I sighed and shook my head. Mistress leaves and all hell breaks loose. I headed for my room which in a three floor house was on the top floor, in the back right corner. It was decorated in deep purples and blacks. A very dark and ominous room, so to the point that if I were anyone else I would be depressed, and if I was stupid enough to have guests over they would think I was some creepy Gothic subculture follower, which by any means I am not. I am a lot of things, I am sadistic, a killer, an artist of many things, a holder of many pleasures, even a bit of a liar, but to label me into some subculture of generalized society is the fastest way to sign a very certain death certificate with me. I crawled up into my king sized bed and pulled the gauzy curtains around my bed and drifted off to sleep, lacking the person I desired the most, lacking the stimulation I wanted so badly.

Chapter 2- Misbehaving is More Fun

I woke up to see the sun rising and my cell phone playing some obscure song that was just not registering with my mind. I stretched my sleepy limbs out like a kitten, and slithered my way out of bed. First thing was first my phone needed to shut the fuck up. Second thing was to see if Mistress was home yet. I crept out of my room, my bare feet slid silently on the carpet. I grabbed my phone of the ebony coloured dressing table that sat against the wall and hit the dismiss button. And with a sigh gently placed it back down, suppressing the urge to just whip it against a wall. I grabbed my dressing robe from the back of the chair and slipped in, letting the fabric caress my still sleepy and sensitive skin, and headed out of my room and down the hall towards the Mistress’s own room. Her door was still pressed firmly closed but I grabbed the old handle and twisted it while pushing at the door to see if she had it locked or not. It slid open, sure sign right there that she was home.

I glanced around the heavy door and couldn’t tell if Mistress was in her bed or not, so I took a couple of steps into the room when I heard it. “Pandora darling is that you?” She whispered in her deep sleep filled voice.

“Yes Mistress it's me. Shall I leave?” I questioned.

I was afraid since she didn't answer me immediately. I thought for sure she was angry at me for something and that she wouldn't want me anymore. I needed her, I didn't want to be thrown away. All these thoughts were rushing through my mind, but I held my tears at bay.

“Pandy? Did you do something bad last night?” Mistress sounded stern, almost angry but not quite.

I sighed. “Yes Mistress.” There was no point in denying it, if she was questioning me it meant she knew. “There was an accident, but I promise I took care of it and cleaned it up.”

“Of that I have no doubt kitten. Now come and crawl into bed with me. I missed you dearly. You can fill me in after we get re-acquainted, how does that sound?”

I nodded my head yes, I know she couldn't see me but I knew her well enough to know a demand when I heard it, especially form her. She wasn't asking anything of me, that I knew and knew well. I turned around and shut the door behind me before proceeding forward in the enormous space that was her room. When I got to the foot of her bed I let my robe slide from my shoulders to the floor to lay in a dark puddle. I could see her propped up on her elbow watching me. She was so relaxed but I knew better, I knew she was watching me to see if I made any mistakes in the routine that was supposed to take place before I got into her bed. I bowed my head so I was looking at my feet and I stepped lightly around to the side of her bed and placed both hands palm down on the edge, head still bowed. I stood like that for the count of 5 and then whispered two simple words, “I surrender.”

“Yes you do darling, now come into bed,” and with that I did as she demanded and pulled my self up into her bed to kneel beside her hip, head still bowed, eyes never once looking at her, hands clasped in my lap, fingers folded over one another, touching nothing on my own self, save my fists resting mid thigh. I felt her fingers caress me cheek, moving down my neck to my collarbone. She continue this until her fingers were resting on lightly on the top of my clasped hands. With her other hand she reached for my chin and lifted my face, pulling me towards her for a good morning kiss. Gentle at first, and Iwas careful to not get greedy in my kissing. Lips parted, breath coming softly, tongue touching tongue, it felt amazing and I could feel the chills flooding through me. Mistress knew what was happening, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t prevent it, but then again I didn't want to. She removed her hand from my my own clasped fingers slip in between my thighs, parting them just enough to make matters worse for me. She stroked my clit with two fingers and then paused her lips. I moaned in discomfort when she pulled her lips away from mine, and stroked me again gathering the wetness that had accumulated around my rosebud. I tried so very hard to stifle another moan but my body was just not having it, and that’s when Mistress let me have it. With one hand she slapped me so suddenly across the face that i was thrown backwards, and with the other hand she rammed three fingers deep into me.

“Is this what you want you little slut?” She whispered vehemently at me. “You can't control yourself around me can you, you just want to be fucked silly is that it? I go away for two nights and come home to a little girl that can't control her urges!” She was really mad now. There was no use answering her, they were rhetorical questions anyway, this is how it played out usually. Besides I couldn't have spoken if i wanted to, I was focusing with everything I had in me to not come all over my Mistress's hand. She was right, I wanted this so badly, and to deny loving every violent shove of her fingers into me would be to disgrace what she was doing to me.

Finally she pulled her fingers out of me and stroked my cheek with the same juiced up fingers, “Oh love,” she sighed, “The things you do to me, the way you make me feel, come here Pandy, come and make me feel good, do it right,” she promised, “and Mistress will make you feel good to.”

She lay down on her back, and spread her knees apart, so I slipped up between them and placed my hands one on each thing and spread them farther apart as i dipped my face towards her musky scent that drove me so insane. She was already wet from what had transpired so that made things easier for me. I lowered my head into her, and let my tongue do the work, finding her clit stroking it and then slipping in between her pretty pink folds and into the best tasting part of her. I licked her from the inside out and felt her hands twine in my hair and shove my face deeper into her pubic area, my tongue still slipping in and out of her just finding her g-spot and flicking it lightly as she ground herself into my face. She was getting more turned on, it wasnt hard to tell by her breathing, so I took one hand from her things and slipped my index finger into her, locating her g-spot and alternating between tapping and rubbing it. Thats when it happened, as my face was pressed into my Mistress, finger deep in her and tongue flicking and touching everything that tasted of her sweetness. The door bell rang.

It was easy to ignore it, once, twice, thrice. But when it was clear that whoever was downstairs was not going away Mistress pushed my face off her and growled at me. “You little bitch this is your fault, you invited someone here didn't you?” before I had time to protest she continued her tirade, “You were too slow, your horrible at this, I should replace you and get myself a new pet, yes maybe this person at the door can be my new pet.” She smiled at that and then dragged my by my hair over to the wall away from the door and cuffed my wrists to the shackles hanging from the ceiling.

“Be a good pet and wait here Pandy, I may come back for you.” With that my Mistress walked out. With that everything we had known and grown accustomed to was gone.