em january topic Sin
She didn't think she would want to keep her. Faith was supposed to be bait to lure her daddy back home to her, but things got all fucked up. It turned out that Faith was exactly what Sophia had been looking for without even realizing it. Such a strong beautiful girl just aching to be broken down and built back up. When Sophia looked into those dark eyes it was like seeing her own reflection. All these years without a mirror, and now she has one. A warm, beautiful, wild mirror image of herself.
Faith is learning to play Sophia's games. It's never the same game twice. Sophia wants to push Faith's limits and keep her guessing. One night she dressed her up in tight leather pants, a barely there shirt, and made her wear a collar that said, 'Sophia's.' They danced in the clubs and drove the locals crazy. One boy followed them into the alley with the promise to get to fuck Faith against the wall. He had barely cupped those perfect breasts when Sophia sank her fangs into his neck and drained him dry. Faith got to watch the life leave the boy's eyes before he hit the ground.
It's a new day and Sophia wants to play. The sun is shining so she has plenty of time to dedicate to her favorite toy. Up the stairs, she opens the door and finds Faith sleeping on the bed. She looks so sweet and she is so very tired. They were out late playing the night before. Faith is just like Sophia though and she doesn't need much sleep. Whispering in her ear as she tugs lightly on Faith's hair, Sophia says, "Get up baby, I want to make you pretty."
Faith is half asleep as the bath is drawn for her. Sophia eases her into the tub and takes her time soaping up that perfect body that she has come to adore. Faith's lips are so red and pouty she can't resist giving her a kiss. Her fingers massage every muscle until her girl is basically a puddle in her hands. So relaxed and content like a kitten who just lapped up a bowl of cream. Out of the tub and standing in front of Sophia, Faith is dried off with a fluffy white bath sheet until she is warm and dry. Sophia loves how warm Faith is. It's what has kept her from turning her.
She takes her by the hand and leads her to another room. There is a closet with lots of clothes. Pretty clothes that are not either of their usual style. Once upon a time, Sophia wore these innocent dresses, and now she wants to dress Faith up in innocence too. The dress she selects is made of thin soft cotton. It's a sundress despite it being winter. Faith looks so much younger once the dress is on. It's so thin that Sophia can see her curves beneath the soft fabric. She can't decide if the lack of panties and bra makes Faith look more innocent or more seductive. She finally decides on both. Sitting Faith down on her lap, she brushes the tangles out of the long dark hair. By the time she is finished, Faith looks like a perfect little porcelain doll.
Sophia takes her by the hand, smiling brightly as she leads her to the center of the room where the chains are waiting. One hand is slipped in and then the other, and now Faith has the perfect view of herself in the floor to ceiling mirror that she is facing. "Look at how sweet you look. You look like such a good little girl, but we know the truth, don't we baby?" Sophia whispers in Faith's ear, delighting in the fact that while Faith can feel Sophia's hands moving up and down her body, caressing her body in all the right places, just the way Faith likes it, she can't see anything but her own reflection. "You're a bad girl, and I'm going to punish you. Just the way you like it."
She shackles Faith's ankles, spreading her legs apart so that she can be sure to make Faith burn all over. The position makes the dress rise up slightly, exposing a bit more thigh than it normally would. In the tox box, Sophia retrieves a whip. An old fashioned horse whip that she has yet to use to play with Faith. Standing back, she snaps the whip, smiling when her beautiful little doll tenses. There is no sound escaping from those perfect red lips. She knows not to scream, talk or cry unless Sophia tells her too. She may be a bad little girl, but she follows directions so well. She's learning how to be perfect.
The next flick of her wrist brings the whip down and it wraps around Faith's body. This is why Sophia loves the horse whip. It connects with so much flesh with one simple blow. Again and again she brings the whip down, delighting in the way that Faith moves against the chains. She can see her dancing beneath the leather as she watches her in the mirror. "Don't close your eyes. You keep your gaze on that mirror, baby." She wants Faith to see how beautiful she is. She wants her not to miss how that soft cotton white dress is turning pink as the blood soaks into the material. "You can cry if you want, but no screaming."
She continues to bring the whip down, again and again, pretending that she is an artist and the whip is her paintbrush, and Faith's body is her canvas. Shades of blacks, blues, purples, yellow, and of course red soon form and by the time she drops the whip, she can smell the salty twang of tears. Dropping to her knees in front of her, she rewards Faith by licking away all traces of the blood after ripping away the dress. She stays on her knees, a position that Sophia rarely takes, a sure sign this girl is bending her to her will as easily as Sophia is molding Faith to her own, and brings her over the edge that she knows Faith has been hovering against. Pain makes her soft and sweet and it turns her on, but it isn't enough to get her off so Sophia is sure to reward her properly. When she is back on her feet, she kisses her girl hard, letting her taste her blood, sweat, tears, and everything that makes Faith, Faith in that kiss. She shifts to her demon visage and drinks deeply from Faith's shoulder, her neck still too tender from the drink she took the night before. When she is satisfied, she unfastens the chains and pushes Faith down to her knees, cupping her chin in her hand as the beautiful girl looks up at her.
"Show me what a good girl you are and we'll play another fun game."
Faith is learning to play Sophia's games. It's never the same game twice. Sophia wants to push Faith's limits and keep her guessing. One night she dressed her up in tight leather pants, a barely there shirt, and made her wear a collar that said, 'Sophia's.' They danced in the clubs and drove the locals crazy. One boy followed them into the alley with the promise to get to fuck Faith against the wall. He had barely cupped those perfect breasts when Sophia sank her fangs into his neck and drained him dry. Faith got to watch the life leave the boy's eyes before he hit the ground.
It's a new day and Sophia wants to play. The sun is shining so she has plenty of time to dedicate to her favorite toy. Up the stairs, she opens the door and finds Faith sleeping on the bed. She looks so sweet and she is so very tired. They were out late playing the night before. Faith is just like Sophia though and she doesn't need much sleep. Whispering in her ear as she tugs lightly on Faith's hair, Sophia says, "Get up baby, I want to make you pretty."
Faith is half asleep as the bath is drawn for her. Sophia eases her into the tub and takes her time soaping up that perfect body that she has come to adore. Faith's lips are so red and pouty she can't resist giving her a kiss. Her fingers massage every muscle until her girl is basically a puddle in her hands. So relaxed and content like a kitten who just lapped up a bowl of cream. Out of the tub and standing in front of Sophia, Faith is dried off with a fluffy white bath sheet until she is warm and dry. Sophia loves how warm Faith is. It's what has kept her from turning her.
She takes her by the hand and leads her to another room. There is a closet with lots of clothes. Pretty clothes that are not either of their usual style. Once upon a time, Sophia wore these innocent dresses, and now she wants to dress Faith up in innocence too. The dress she selects is made of thin soft cotton. It's a sundress despite it being winter. Faith looks so much younger once the dress is on. It's so thin that Sophia can see her curves beneath the soft fabric. She can't decide if the lack of panties and bra makes Faith look more innocent or more seductive. She finally decides on both. Sitting Faith down on her lap, she brushes the tangles out of the long dark hair. By the time she is finished, Faith looks like a perfect little porcelain doll.
Sophia takes her by the hand, smiling brightly as she leads her to the center of the room where the chains are waiting. One hand is slipped in and then the other, and now Faith has the perfect view of herself in the floor to ceiling mirror that she is facing. "Look at how sweet you look. You look like such a good little girl, but we know the truth, don't we baby?" Sophia whispers in Faith's ear, delighting in the fact that while Faith can feel Sophia's hands moving up and down her body, caressing her body in all the right places, just the way Faith likes it, she can't see anything but her own reflection. "You're a bad girl, and I'm going to punish you. Just the way you like it."
She shackles Faith's ankles, spreading her legs apart so that she can be sure to make Faith burn all over. The position makes the dress rise up slightly, exposing a bit more thigh than it normally would. In the tox box, Sophia retrieves a whip. An old fashioned horse whip that she has yet to use to play with Faith. Standing back, she snaps the whip, smiling when her beautiful little doll tenses. There is no sound escaping from those perfect red lips. She knows not to scream, talk or cry unless Sophia tells her too. She may be a bad little girl, but she follows directions so well. She's learning how to be perfect.
The next flick of her wrist brings the whip down and it wraps around Faith's body. This is why Sophia loves the horse whip. It connects with so much flesh with one simple blow. Again and again she brings the whip down, delighting in the way that Faith moves against the chains. She can see her dancing beneath the leather as she watches her in the mirror. "Don't close your eyes. You keep your gaze on that mirror, baby." She wants Faith to see how beautiful she is. She wants her not to miss how that soft cotton white dress is turning pink as the blood soaks into the material. "You can cry if you want, but no screaming."
She continues to bring the whip down, again and again, pretending that she is an artist and the whip is her paintbrush, and Faith's body is her canvas. Shades of blacks, blues, purples, yellow, and of course red soon form and by the time she drops the whip, she can smell the salty twang of tears. Dropping to her knees in front of her, she rewards Faith by licking away all traces of the blood after ripping away the dress. She stays on her knees, a position that Sophia rarely takes, a sure sign this girl is bending her to her will as easily as Sophia is molding Faith to her own, and brings her over the edge that she knows Faith has been hovering against. Pain makes her soft and sweet and it turns her on, but it isn't enough to get her off so Sophia is sure to reward her properly. When she is back on her feet, she kisses her girl hard, letting her taste her blood, sweat, tears, and everything that makes Faith, Faith in that kiss. She shifts to her demon visage and drinks deeply from Faith's shoulder, her neck still too tender from the drink she took the night before. When she is satisfied, she unfastens the chains and pushes Faith down to her knees, cupping her chin in her hand as the beautiful girl looks up at her.
"Show me what a good girl you are and we'll play another fun game."