Exhaling, I stared down at the patchwork piece of art that was Kat's back, admiring the work I had done in these last dozen or so minutes as I pulled out of my now quiet puppy, her previous bite now gone after I had disciplined her adeptly.
The twined up shirt I had used to create my art on her back laid across her shoulders, like a brush resting beside a painting as the artist admired their work; different mediums and different canvases, but as I traced out the various red lines with my fingers, I felt like an artist myself, especially since I had taken the time to administer different amounts of force to create different variants of red.
Both of us were now feeling satisfied and content, Kat having received her dose of severe pain that centered her mind and reminded her about why I was unlikely to leave, while I felt relaxed and languid now that I had emptied myself again, though I was still thirsting for another go at her body...
