Mmmm.

(Nibble.)

Wiggle!!

"This a good pain, then?"

"Yes, mistress."

Another nibble. "Your bruises, as well?" She tightens her grip over one, demonstratively.

Hiss!

"Yes," she moans.

And if she moves her teeth to Berenike's neck and bites? (Only a little hard.)

"Mm- more, please-"

Much harder bite, enough to draw blood.

Pained cry!

And wiggles of delight.

She starts dragging her nails down Berenike's side, digging extra into her bruises. 

Mmmph.

Wonderful, lovely, perfect girl -

Seshen starts kissing Berenike's wounds.

She squirms in pain/delight, making little noises for each kiss.

The best noises. Seshen wants more.

And what Mistress Seshen wants, her slave must provide.

A deep understanding of her duty as a slave is another of Berenike's very excellent qualities.

She's pleased to please.

Mmmm, good.

Seshen starts escalating, of course - bites and scratches harder, gives Berenike new bruises - and as Berenike rises to each challenge, she murmurs, "I want to take a knife to your lovely skin..."

She inhales sharply. "If it pleases you, mistress. Go slowly, please..."

"I will, beautiful girl. I promise."

Kiss. "I want it, mistress."

"Then stay right here." Firm kiss, and then she stands and sashays over to the pile of her clothes, kneeling and sorting through them for her knives.

Berenike's not going anywhere. Except to tilt her head a little so as not to miss a moment of Seshen's movements.

Permissible, under the circumstances.

She straddles Berenike's hips, eyes raking hungrily over her form. "The question," she murmurs, "Is where to cut first... There's so many lovely options..." She taps her knife teasingly over several points, working up from Berenike's hips to her shoulders without cutting just yet.