#FiveSentenceFiction: Ringing

Owned The small torus was perfect, its pale colour matching her skin, its location a delicious dream, a constant evocation of a deep secret, his and hers.

They had chosen the craftsman carefully, an old Chinese silversmith who knew his piercing, and was discrete.

She had been a little afraid, but trusted him, blindly.

For him it was symbolic of his coming of age: him, the master.

And for her, the beautiful slave, it was her pride: she belonged, she was owned.

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7 Responses to #FiveSentenceFiction: Ringing

  1. ajjrichmond says:

    Beautifully written!

  2. Beautifully written, Honoré, as only you could. :) )

  3. josie2shoes says:

    Very intriguing tale, I want to know more of their relationship!

  4. MaríMar says:

    I love this… It’s beautiful.

  5. McGuffyAnn says:

    This is painfully beautiful.

  6. This is intriguing and satisfying. It’s one I read and then read again because of its elegant flow.

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