Playing Without Gloves Deleted Scene
When I originally wrote this story I included another ending. The scene looped back to a lot of the previous conversation and situations detailed in the first scene between the Mistress and her Pet. I really enjoyed the play between them and the call back to the title. But when I revised the story it just didn't work. The transition was jarring and it didn't add enough to the story to justify the change. So I decided to cut it.
But for any of you dear readers that would enjoy a little more time with the Mistress and her Pet, this is for you...
But for any of you dear readers that would enjoy a little more time with the Mistress and her Pet, this is for you...
“You know, if we’re going to play permanently we should get you a full-time collar. Something you can wear anywhere.”
They were laying spread out on her bed, their sweat still drying on their bodies. His head rested on her breast, listening to the in and out of her breath. Before she’d spoken, he’d been sure she was asleep. After all that, they both deserved a good rest.
“After all I need to mark my territory. I can’t let another Mistress claim what’s mine.” She combed her fingers through his hair before tugging on the ends. It was a touch more than playful, but nowhere near the really power she could inflict.
His lips curled up into a big stupid grin. Like there way any chance another Mistress could steal him away. If it hadn’t happened in the last three years, he doubted it ever would.
Besides, he’d already decided what he wanted to do. He was going to get his first ever sober tattoo. He could think of no better way to show the world he was her property than to get her name tattooed on the back of his neck. She could cover it with whatever metal or leather she wanted to. That didn’t matter to him. His real collar would be branded into his skin in ink and pain.
But just because he was already decided, didn’t mean he had to give in to her easily.
He turned slightly, so his gaze could meet hers while never relinquishing the connection of their skin. After three years of waiting for it, he didn’t plan on letting her go for a good long time. “I think that can be arranged. But I want something in return.”
She raised one gilded eyebrow, her eyes focusing into two laser points of power, but she didn’t say no. He was starting to understand this was her, I’ll consider it, but don’t go too far face. He couldn’t wait to see what happened when he went too far. He could only imagine the bruises she’d give him then. He only it hoped it wasn’t today.
“I’ll gladly wear your collar. Any collar you desire. But I want to burn those gloves.” Really, he wanted to burn them and dance in the ashes before spreading what remained to the four winds like some cursed object from a horror movie, but he figured that might be a little too far. It’s not like she couldn’t buy another pair of gloves to torture him with if she wanted. As long as he never had to give up the feel of her hands on him again, it didn’t matter where the ashes rested.
She smiled down at him, her eyes dancing with light and that tightness he loved returned to his chest. He’d never get over how much making her happiness could fill that deep emptiness inside of him. And he hoped he never did.
“You have a deal, pet,” Placing two hands on his chest, she shoved him back on the bed, sliding her body over top of his. Her thighs encircling his hips, as her deep eyes stared down directly into his. “From now on, we only play without gloves.”
They were laying spread out on her bed, their sweat still drying on their bodies. His head rested on her breast, listening to the in and out of her breath. Before she’d spoken, he’d been sure she was asleep. After all that, they both deserved a good rest.
“After all I need to mark my territory. I can’t let another Mistress claim what’s mine.” She combed her fingers through his hair before tugging on the ends. It was a touch more than playful, but nowhere near the really power she could inflict.
His lips curled up into a big stupid grin. Like there way any chance another Mistress could steal him away. If it hadn’t happened in the last three years, he doubted it ever would.
Besides, he’d already decided what he wanted to do. He was going to get his first ever sober tattoo. He could think of no better way to show the world he was her property than to get her name tattooed on the back of his neck. She could cover it with whatever metal or leather she wanted to. That didn’t matter to him. His real collar would be branded into his skin in ink and pain.
But just because he was already decided, didn’t mean he had to give in to her easily.
He turned slightly, so his gaze could meet hers while never relinquishing the connection of their skin. After three years of waiting for it, he didn’t plan on letting her go for a good long time. “I think that can be arranged. But I want something in return.”
She raised one gilded eyebrow, her eyes focusing into two laser points of power, but she didn’t say no. He was starting to understand this was her, I’ll consider it, but don’t go too far face. He couldn’t wait to see what happened when he went too far. He could only imagine the bruises she’d give him then. He only it hoped it wasn’t today.
“I’ll gladly wear your collar. Any collar you desire. But I want to burn those gloves.” Really, he wanted to burn them and dance in the ashes before spreading what remained to the four winds like some cursed object from a horror movie, but he figured that might be a little too far. It’s not like she couldn’t buy another pair of gloves to torture him with if she wanted. As long as he never had to give up the feel of her hands on him again, it didn’t matter where the ashes rested.
She smiled down at him, her eyes dancing with light and that tightness he loved returned to his chest. He’d never get over how much making her happiness could fill that deep emptiness inside of him. And he hoped he never did.
“You have a deal, pet,” Placing two hands on his chest, she shoved him back on the bed, sliding her body over top of his. Her thighs encircling his hips, as her deep eyes stared down directly into his. “From now on, we only play without gloves.”
