My Empress

MY EMPRESS

The Empress calls me
Instructs me to remove my shirt
I falter for a moment
Fearing what she has in mind
Experience has taught me her vile ways
Still I do her bidding
After all she is my Empress

As I stand there
She gazes on my naked torso
Basking in the beauty of the scars
She herself has inflicted
She caresses each healed wound
A prelude to her next abrasion

She glides behind me
Speaks
‘Such a pretty back
We can’t have that’
She grazes her long nailed fingers down my back
The blood starts to seep from the open wounds
‘Much better I think’

She licks the blood traces from her fingers
Gleaming an almost erotic pleasure from the taste
‘Now doesn’t that feel so much better?’

Next she looks to my eyes
‘Don’t you think two is such a waste?’
‘I think more than one for you is far too much of a distraction’
Before I can move or speak
She plunges her long nails deep into my left eye socket
Ripping out my once perfect vision
Immense pain consumes my body
But I know better than to scream or speak
For such insolence only serves death
For she’s my Empress

My silence pleases her
‘You poor thing, so lost’
‘Let me release some of that pain’
With that she removes a red hot poker
From the fire to her side
Drilling it through my tortured flesh
Once, Twice, Thrice
Tears flood from what remains of my eyes
Stinging as it trickles into the open wounds
My weakness pleases her
‘So fragile aren’t you?’
‘Maybe I should let you rest’

With that she plunges the steaming poker in me once more
Penetrating my still beating heart
‘Shush now my darling’
‘Rest now, you’ve earned it’
And with that I slowly fade.