She hissed at the pain. Removing her fingers from the water she applied pressure to the side of the now visible cut, sighing as the blood oozed from beneath it. She sucks it clean, savouring the taste.
She retrieved the culprit, squirming at the shape and length of the boning knife. Gulping she puts it to one side. Eyes glazing, with memories, she smiles.
Drying her hands she slips into the office, retrieving a small key she goes down to the den. The key fits a cabinet attached to the wall, opening to contain a prominent collection of knives. Looking over her shoulder furtively, she pulls out a sheathed dagger.
Nothing precious to look at, simple black sheath, simple hilt. She looks down at it adoringly, slowly revealing the double edged blade from its covering, she giggles, eyes getting wider with excitement.
The full 10 inch blade exposed, she admires it for a moment, twinkling in the harsh neon of the den lights, it looked beautiful. Her stomach flips at its divine sight. Putting both of her hands together, flat, the blade laying between them. The metal ice cold against her warm palms. She smiles at the sensation.
She runs her thumb across the blade, making a sudden inward hiss as the razor sharp blade breaks the skin like butter. Smiling again she lets the blood pool against the blade for palpable seconds, mesmerised by the crimson against the cold hard steel.
"I'll take that", the huskey voice was barely a whisper in her hair as the firm grasp relinquished her hold on the dagger. "I knew you wouldn't control yourself" said the lilting, almost mocking voice behind her. She cast her eyes downwards, desperate to kneel and observe her appropriate position, she was blocked in, she shifted uncomfortably. "sorry um" she mumbled.
Her owner must have sensed her discomfort as the next whisper instructed her to relax and show the damage to her hands. Shaking she put her hands on display, but rather than the expected reprimand, her injured hand was grasped and both bloodied fingers sucked lovingly by her Mistress. Eyes, bewildered, her stomach tied in knots as she watches those full, deep red, pouting lips encircling her fingers. "Thank you ma'am" she purred.
Her Mistress looked at her adoringly "You look beautiful" was what she heard. "Take a step back and let me inspect you". She took a step back and stood for what felt like hours while her Mistress walked round her slowly. Controlling panic at being clothed instead of naked, stood instead of kneeling, her hair swept up instead of framing her face. What was Mistress going to do? Still she stood still, motionless as goosebumbs gently cover her skin at her Mistress' gaze.
Her Mistress was behind her, tantilisingly close, she could feel the warm breath on the back on her neck. She could feel breasts brushing against her back, fingers stroking her hips. Barely touching, she shudders in anticipation, excitement brimming at the proximity. Mind still racing, she needed to kneel, to show the proper grace and reverence, but still she could not.
The movement was sudden, she found herself pulled backwards by her hair, the sharp cold metal against her neck. Breathing staccato, daring not to cry out in surprise. The knife slid downwards, controlled by her Mistresses expert hand. Feint red marks appearing in the wake of the knife, trailing from the centre of her neck to the perfect v of her cleavage. The knife popped the first button of her blouse easily.
She heard the dull thud as the knife was dropped to the floor, the sound of her Mistresses breathing, the bra.
She sighs quietly as her breasts are released. Feeling the waistband of her skirt loosen and her skirt slip to the floor. Jerking as the remains of her blouse is ripped from her body. she stands eyes downcast in just a bra waiting patiently.
She sensed her Mistress moving behind her and sensed when she came to the front. So close, pleasure coarsed through her as fingers glanced off her skin. She feels the metal knife against her skin again, feels the sharp pain as the pressure is applied a little too hard. Pain that sends cascades of pleasure down to her sex.
In her Mistresses hand, the knife traces the line where her breast and bra meet, sliver fine cuts oozing crimson in their wake. Deftly the hand guiding the knife cuts the centre of the bra, it falling instantly from her breasts. Crimson rivlets following the curve of her breasts. She hears the beautiful lilting sigh. The metal knife traces down her torso and across her stomach, leaving red hatchmarks across her milk white skin. Blood ebbing in places where the knife cut a little too deep.
"Open your legs" came the command. She complied readily. Feeling the familiar sensation of leather clad fingers brushing her slit, opening her labia. She groans softly as the fingers toys around her entrance but stop short of penetrating her. She gasps loudly as her Mistress starts rubbing her clit, already swollen and sensitive she shudders at these actions. Breathing coming in gasps as she becomes more aroused. Almost at climax the stimulation stops. She feels hot breath against her mound, and bites her lip in anticipation. The sharp pain in her clit as the knife pricked open her sensitive flesh makes her lose control of her orgasm. "Good girl" was all she heard, feeling juices collecting around her slit, wetting the tops of her legs. Her Mistress let out a satisfied sigh.
Amaranth
17 February 2012
