Mistress Blunt and Mistress Eva participate in a live storytelling event to co-create one of their dream scenes.
Eva Oh is a BDSM Trainer and the creator of #teakink and Safeword Podcast. Her writing has appeared on The Daily Beast and Slutever; and she has been featured in the likes of VICE and DAZED. She also hosts workshops and events on sexuality.
Mistress Blunt: We had just finished an overnight session. We wake up in the morning, and look over to the body bag at our feet.
Mistress Eva: It is beautifully laid out. I hadn’t instructed that. The way that it shone made me think It had gotten up early, to shine it.
Mistress Blunt: [laughs] I love the idea of It shining It’s own body bag. It glistened in the morning sun. We looked at each and smiled, and heard a little “mmhmm!” coming from the bag.
Mistress Eva: It had already gotten inside? I hadn’t instructed that either! [laughs]
Mistress Blunt: I thought it was already in the bag!
Mistress Eva: Hmm, conflicting instructions. The confusion had begun. [laughs] I walk over to the bag, and run my hands across the zip.
Mistress Blunt: I kneel in front of the body bag, cradling It’s head in my lap.
Mistress Eva: I think about how lucky It is to have Mistress Blunt’s bosom so close, but yet so far. [laughs]
Mistress Blunt: We tinker around with the bag, feeling the supple leather under our perfectly manicured red nails.
Mistress Eva: I slowly crawl, hovering over it, still feeling the heat of the body through the bag. I lie down and feel It twitch. Is It still alive?
Mistress Blunt: We listen closely. Mistress Eva and I sync our breath together, looking for a third breath. [laughs]
Mistress Eva: I don’t look so hard, because I don’t really care. I start to think about what tea I’m going to order at the shop.
Mistress Blunt: Ooh, tea sounds delicious. I’ll let you order for me.
Mistress Eva: I get up from the bag and start to undo It. Let’s let the body have a little bit of a breath. Shall we go to the shop, Mistress Blunt?
Mistress Blunt: “Yes, lets,” says Mistress Blunt. I grab my bag and Eva and I exit the hotel suite.
Mistress Eva: I feel like I hear something walking behind us, but I don’t turn back to look. We turn towards the lift. For the first time in a long time, I press the button myself. It isn’t around to do so. Does that feel weird, Mistress Blunt?
Mistress Blunt: It is, it’s so rare that I open my own door. I wonder why It isn’t being useful.
Mistress Eva: We’re at the cab already. Remember when It used to call ahead, used to go ahead and order our drinks for us? It will be interesting ordering myself this time.
Mistress Eva: So we get to the store, and I open the door for you.
Mistress Blunt: I laugh with glee, remembering times where submissives past have done it. I wonder if It were here to see you opening the door for me, how It would feel. Such labor!
Mistress Eva: I line up, the first line in a while as well. I think I’ll order Mistress Blunt an oolong and a chamomile for me. It’s been a stressful morning, watching somebody die. [laughs] The oolong arrives, and I hand it to Mistress Blunt.
Mistress Blunt: Thank you Eva, you always know exactly what I like. People at the tables nearby are watching us.
Mistress Eva: Mm. We sit down at a small round table underneath the sunlight. And I feel like It is kneeling just next to your bag. The people still stare. What do you think they’re looking at, Mistress Blunt?
Mistress Blunt: [shakes cleavage]
Mistress Eva: I don’t have such problems. [laughs]
Mistress Blunt: I don’t know, we always get stared at when we go out together. Perhaps it’s just that. And it has indeed been quite the morning, after putting a body in a bag and not knowing the state it came out. I wonder if It’s mourning for Itself.
Mistress Eva: I wonder if It’s even realized that It’s dead. I remember how fixated It used to be on us. It never even realized It had It’s own mind.
Mistress Blunt: Mmm.
Mistress Eva: Do you remember how selfless It was?
Mistress Blunt: I do. I wonder if It feels any different at all, or if It feels It transcended to heaven.
Mistress Eva: Maybe It always felt a little relieved of itself, kneeling at our feet. Like it is in the afterlife right now. How’s your tea? [laughs]
Mistress Blunt: My tea’s great!
Mistress Eva: Oh good. It never could choose tea, could It? Some skills It never learned.
Mistress Blunt: I can’t remember.
Mistress Eva: It’s nice to be useful. Maybe I’ll get used to ordering tea for you and opening your doors.
Mistress Blunt: What are you offering, Mistress Eva?? [laughs]
Mistress Eva: I don’t know. The novelty’s amusing right now. I spill a bit of tea, and it goes over your bag in the area where It would have been kneeling. It was still so hot. I’m so sorry about your bag! It’s trying to clean it up frantically in the afterlife, but It cannot. It’s dead.
Mistress Blunt: Can you imagine an afterlife watching the two of us and thinking about all the ways you could step in to care and to serve, and being stuck in this eternal purgatory of not being able to help? If only It had been more useful in real life.
Mistress Eva: Maybe we would have kept It around. [laughs] I still have a bit of tea left, maybe we can go for a walk. Shall we go to the cemetery? I would like to look for a burial plot.
Mistress Blunt: Yes, let’s. I think somewhere where wildflowers grow sounds perfect to stomp on a grave.
Mistress Eva: Do you think we’ll ever put flowers on It’s grave? I open the door for Mistress Blunt. The sweat of a ghost of It walking behind us.
Mistress Blunt: Walking silently towards the graveyard, we can feel It watching over us. It’s eyes never able to wander far from us, even in death.
Mistress Eva: I’m glad that I taught It to walk three feet behind us at least. Almost like social distancing. [laughs]
Mistress Blunt: I have mine walk three feet behind me too!
Mistress Eva: Aw. Mine is always to my right.
Mistress Blunt: Oh! It must be very confused right now.
Mistress Eva: We should swipe places, just to confuse it more! Just in case It is walking behind us.
Mistress Blunt: We should. The ultimate chastity would be to be killed by two Goddesses, never able to release again.
Mistress Eva: Oh, that’s right! I never took the chastity device off! Where did I put that key? Well, there’s no use for it now. We arrive at the cemetery gates.
Mistress Blunt: We walk through in unison, together. Mistress Eva to my right, and maybe someone, somewhere, confused, trying to enter as well. Will It be able to enter the graveyard with us?
Mistress Eva: I wonder if you can use your hands in the afterlife. I would love to create that rule. Maybe you can only use tongues in the afterlife, to open doors. It’s a good thing the times of coronavirus have passed.
Mistress Blunt: Do you remember that time, Mistress Eva?
Mistress Eva: Mmm, edgeplay. Tongues to cemetery gates. We walk past the graves of those who were once famous. This is not the place for It.
Mistress Blunt: We walk past the graves of people with family. This is not the place for It. We walk by the place for people with friends, and this is not the place for It.
Mistress Eva: Do you remember how lonely It always seemed to look? It was quite amusing for me. I always liked the sense of hopelessness in It’s eyes. It added to It’s pathetic nature.
Mistress Blunt: Like nothing would be enough for It. It was a greedy It. Devoted, but greedy.
Mistress Eva: I feel a tear dropping from the afterlife, as maybe something drops to Its knees.
Mistress Blunt: We have reached the part of the cemetery that is for non-famous people, people without family or friends, people who, the only thing they’ve amounted to in life is to somewhat please two beautiful women.
Mistress Eva: There are thousands of graves. [laughs]
Mistress Blunt: This is not the place for It!
Mistress Eva: I’m feeling kind, so we walk towards the cemetery for babies. It is somber but somehow sweet. Do you think this is the place for It?
Mistress Blunt: I think this is the place for It, says Mistress Blunt.
Mistress Eva: Near the sidewalk, though. I don’t want to have to get my feet dirty if I ever visited. Do you think you’ll ever visit It?
Mistress Blunt: Maybe over Zoom. [laughs]
Mistress Eva: We’ll get another It to livestream it, I guess.
Mistress Blunt: Oh, we could have the other It in a body bag come and mourn for us.
Mistress Eva: Do you think this space will be good for it? I wish it could just lie down right now so I could see if It would fit.
Mistress Blunt: That would be nice. I don’t even remember the shape or size of It. What It looked like, what It felt like.
Mistress Eva: To be honest, I don’t think I ever really looked at It.
Mistress Blunt: It was just It. And now It is dead, watching us forever.
Mistress Eva: The ghost lies down in the ground. I feel like It would fit, but we should choose a smaller space. I don’t want It to be comfortable. I kick the ground a little.
Mistress Blunt: Kings and queens were buried with plenty of space, but that would not do for our dear It. We must find a space big enough to breathe and feel the space of the constraint, and small enough that it will never truly know rest.
Mistress Eva: Do you think It ever felt rested in It’s waking life, Mistress Blunt?
Mistress Blunt: Not with all the tasks.
Mistress Eva: Not with all the tasks.
Mistress Blunt: The deprivation as romance.
Mistress Eva: Do you remember what It’s favorite task was? I don’t think I paid attention to that either.
Mistress Blunt: It’s favorite task was whatever we wanted at the moment, to fulfill our desires was It’s greatest will.
Mistress Eva: Mm. I’m sure It wished It could clean the rest of your bag that I cleaned so ineffectively.
Mistress Blunt: It will have to live with that, knowing that my bag is stained for the rest of It’s pathetic eternity.
Mistress Eva: I also remember how It used to love to lick my shoes clean, even though I never really understood why It thought that was making them cleaner.
Mistress Blunt: The mistresses laughed, thinking about It licking It’s own graveyard off their boots.
Mistress Eva: I sit down on a bench and lift my heels just for the ghost of It to get a sense of how dirty the soles have gotten. I can feel it hovering a foot away, it’s nose eager to be closer to the bottom of my foot. [pause] Then I quickly put it on the ground and say, Mistress Blunt, shall we go?
Mistress Blunt: Goodbye!
Mistress Eva: We walk back out, past the graves.
Mistress Blunt: Past the other mourners of people who were more cared about.
Mistress Eva: And we reach the gates again. I open it and quickly shut it behind you, to make sure that no ghost can escape. Unless they use their tongue. I hear a creak!
Mistress Blunt: It was never very good at asking for what It wanted. And the cemetery is staid for all eternity. Mistress Eva and I would occasionally send another It to mourn for us, but more realistically to see what their fate would be should they not please us. Should we decide not to take them out of the body bag one fateful morning.
Mistress Eva: What do you think It eats in the afterlife? The flowers from the other graves?
Mistress Blunt: Dirt.
Mistress Eva: It always liked the dirt from our soles.