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Title: A Fine Line
Author: alyse
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Character: Denna
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 258
Author's Notes: Written for my bingo square 'pain and pleasure' for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: There's a fine line to be walked in breaking a man.
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There is a fine line to be walked in breaking a man. Any Mord'Sith worth her salt would tell you that, if Mord'Sith were inclined to discuss their secrets with anyone but their sisters. It's a tightrope between pleasure and pain, weaving them together in a tapestry of pain, until the man you are breaking has no idea where one ends and the other begins.
Until he has no idea what is pleasure and what is pain, save what his Mistress chooses to tell him.
Yes. Any Mord'Sith would tell you it's an art if they could, but one practiced by Mistresses in their dungeons rather than the old masters at their easels, the ones whose works hang in the halls of the Palace of the Prophets.
And Denna is both Mistress and artist.
Her slaves are her canvasses, and she paints them with skill. Here a welt that will take weeks to fade entirely; there a scar that never will. She mixes them together, blending them while her victims plead and cry salt tears that she rubs into their wounds.
Afterwards they thank her, their eyes wide and wet, full of the gratitude she's put there, tamed by her touch. And it is so very, very touching just how grateful they are to her. Just how beautifully broken.
They are hers in every way that matters, these products of her trade, wrought so by a Mistress' touch.
There is a fine line to be walked in breaking a man, and Denna has never stumbled yet.
The End
Author: alyse
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Character: Denna
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 258
Author's Notes: Written for my bingo square 'pain and pleasure' for
legendland bingo card.Summary: There's a fine line to be walked in breaking a man.
-o-
There is a fine line to be walked in breaking a man. Any Mord'Sith worth her salt would tell you that, if Mord'Sith were inclined to discuss their secrets with anyone but their sisters. It's a tightrope between pleasure and pain, weaving them together in a tapestry of pain, until the man you are breaking has no idea where one ends and the other begins.
Until he has no idea what is pleasure and what is pain, save what his Mistress chooses to tell him.
Yes. Any Mord'Sith would tell you it's an art if they could, but one practiced by Mistresses in their dungeons rather than the old masters at their easels, the ones whose works hang in the halls of the Palace of the Prophets.
And Denna is both Mistress and artist.
Her slaves are her canvasses, and she paints them with skill. Here a welt that will take weeks to fade entirely; there a scar that never will. She mixes them together, blending them while her victims plead and cry salt tears that she rubs into their wounds.
Afterwards they thank her, their eyes wide and wet, full of the gratitude she's put there, tamed by her touch. And it is so very, very touching just how grateful they are to her. Just how beautifully broken.
They are hers in every way that matters, these products of her trade, wrought so by a Mistress' touch.
There is a fine line to be walked in breaking a man, and Denna has never stumbled yet.
The End
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