a heart marX or mars the spot

i was working in my Mistress's kitchen late one afternoon being vigilant to clean up after the prior evenings tawdry escapades. i scooped up the assortment of empty wine and cocktail glasses that lay littered about Her apartment and deposited them in the sink for a good soaking. i hadn't noticed that She had suddenly snuck behind me. i turned startled. She stood in front of me cockily with a with a grin more akin to a smirk, tossing and catching a small empty glass with one hand.

"you missed one pet." She said with a dash of wide eyed mischief.

"no .... I didn ...."
but, before i could finish my sentence She smashed the glass hard into into my forehead. Her strike knocked me loopy for a bit. i reached up and felt the telltale wetness and then quickly scanned my fingertips for crimson ... blood.

"something the matter pet?"
She scanned my face for a tethered response.
my head was throbbing and i thought ii ssaww ttwwoo ooff eevveerryytthhiinngg.
"i'm seeing double Mistress."
She grabbed my chin and peered into my eyes. i'm not sure why.
"really? how delightful!. imagine what you would feel like it i clobbered you with this?"
She pointed to a large, heavy crystal vase that held all of her pens. "you would be down for the count i do believe." i smiled with a fuzzy grin. She grabbed my phone and snapped some candids. patted my cheeks and said, "now be a good boy and clean up my kitchen.