Blood Letting

Sometimes the only way to say I love you.. is to bleed.
I discovered this in a strange and unusual way with the man who owns me. There was something missing. I felt my connection with him was vanishing. I felt the chains that bind me to him coming loose.. it was strange, I had never felt that disconnected from him in the short amount of time I had been his slave. Even though all the time he was on trial and in prison. Something came loose and I needed to resolidify the attachment. There was a moment when the only thing that made sence was an oath, an oath made with the blood from our veins, spilling over our lips, mingling in our mouths..Let me explain.. ( to be continued )