A Mistress's Living Art
As a creative Mistress, a living canvas is the best work space to show off my unique mind.
The body is unique in that it can be displayed in all different ways. As my obedient slave, willing and wishing for me to demonstrate my artistic abilities, I will do as I please. Whether you are standing naked in the middle of the room, spread eagle across my bed, or even kneeling in front of the fire place, I ensure that all my canvas slaves are curated correctly to show off the beauty that I will bless them with.
My hands are my greatest tools. Like finger painting, it can be messy but still so fun to work with. With my delicately manicured nails, trails of my touch will be left upon the skin of my canvas. Flowing down the spine from the base of your sensitive neck to leaving streams of bliss down my slave’s arms before digging tiny crescent moons into your skin.
With the palm of my hands, I add color to the blank canvas set before me. With light impact I can make a light blush before deepening the color to match my roses. You, my obedient slave, will learn this feeling well. The rushing of blood that flows to your bottom as you embrace the sharpness that comes with the palm of my hand. My work becomes an experience. You, my little canvas, feel every artistic addition I make to you along with the thundering crack of my slaps.
The thunder does not stop there, for there are other artistic tools I have about the dungeon. To give a deep hue, I love to use a paddle since they cover so much area. My little canvas, I will spank you until I reach the deep rosy hue of red that I crave. And your eyes will burn with tears and moans will helplessly escape your lips, but I know you will endure this artistic journey for me. You, the obedient canvas that I need.
For my canvases that can take the more enduring of art pieces, I use implements like floggers and canes until the surface of their skin can not stand it any longer. Beads of blood may build and the skin turns a deep shade of violet, but the work still may not be done. Until I have ingrained myself into the very skin of my canvas, I am not done.
And you, my slave, will see my work, admire it, take it home. Only for your body to change it over time and require you to return for me to alter it yet again. For I am the only one who can bless you with my craftsmanship. No one’s work will look the same and no art from me will ever be a true repeat. Every experience is new and unique, for you my little slave, are not far from being a masterpiece of mine to be admired.
Come be my slave, for my mind and my hands crave to release the creativity that I have in store.
