I dreamt I was an artist.

I created pieces with crystals and they were very much on demand but by commission only.

M wanted a view pieces but his request left me so shocked.

“I can’t do that. These are public pieces!” I was so scandalized.

A slow grin curved M’s lips. His fingers stroked through my hair, before framing my face with his hands. “Every time I will look at that piece i will remember how you felt when I fucked you. When your cum dripped over my cock, and you begged for more” he breathed.

I couldn’t breathe. Could I risk my art career on his request?

I made a moulding then used amethyst, rose quartz and fire opal to create M’s art piece.

At his birthday party, I revealed other pieces and then he opened my gift.

The crowd gasped. Some were horrified, amused, others covered their mouths in shock.

All eyes were on me as M took his time admiring my creation.

There was no doubt what the piece was. A sculpture of my pussy.

There was no doubt to others what I was to him. His lover. His play thing. His heart.

M leaned over to kiss me. My skin was so hot from the awkward moment.

“I love it” he assured me.

I sighed in relief. “Good”

He burst out laughing. “What a wonderful gift.” He exclaimed. His guests tried to be enthusiastic but they were too stunned.

“We will do a real celebration later” he promised.

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