I agree, Tho. Damn, girl! You got some talent!

You know you are, you naughty little girl! I’ve sharpened the blade just for you.

:wang: :wang: :wang:

I lay on this cold metal slab, void of comfort, punishment for my crimes of defiance. I lay still…frozen…unable to move of my own free will but no longer from the irons that hold my trembling body strong to the single posts above my head and beneath my feet, but from the anticipation and terror of what may be.

She steps close to the metal table I lay on and bends over me. I know you better than you think. I will torture you but that is not your punishment…that is not punishment for you. *she half chuckles half purrs as she looks me over without distancing
herself* I smell the combination of her sweet perfume and leather. *deep inhale…mmm…* I close my eyes and momentarily let go, taken by the aromas that bring back so many memories…wonderful memories–I’m brought back abruptly by a sharp pain and sudden coldness behind my earlobe.

Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. Don’t think I’m gonna let you miss out on my fun. *grin* My body stiffens, *please, no, please* I plead in my head but my lips do not move. I dare not speak unless asked. I know better. I still feel the sting from the last backhand across my face…I dare not utter a word…at least for now I know better. *smirk*

She pulls the dagger slowly sliding it downward across my neck and follows a path along my collarbone. I can feel nips from it pulling occasionally on my skin as it glides along it’s sharpened edge. I close my eyes to increase sensation, absorb the pain. She alternates what she is doing, with the flat part of the blade the dagger travels between by breasts, underneath left and loops around the top heading straight for my erect nipple. My muscles tighten in response, my breathing speeds up and I can feel dampness on my cotton panties. Teasingly she only circles my nipple, then she presses the blade flat against it and pulls back until the tip flicks my nipple sending a shockwave through my torso.

My toes curl and my thighs press tighter together. Without missing a beat she balances it out doing the same to the right one. I clench my eyes and gasp, my lips part slightly and my tongue pulls in my bottom lip.
She zig-zags across my abdomen and stops… I open my eyes and stare at the cieling…at nothing. Waiting.
Expecting. Wanting… *whare are you? Please don’t stop now. Please. please, don’t stop…* I can feel tears streaming out of the corners of my eyes and falling back into my hair. I begin to squirm trying to loosen my legs to cross them. I want more. I need more. I begin to whimper. Steel slaps across my thighs.
I did not grant you permission to move! Where, exactly, do you think you’re going?

She continues, this time at my feet. *sigh, please, harder* Teasing my calfs she nudges my knees slightly apart, smoothly slides the blade up my inner thigh and traces the right side of my panties. Cute, Superman. With one swift flick of the wrist the dagger cut through the cotton which falls contracting to the left exposing the small butterfly tattoo. Above and across my belly button to finish off the remains of my now soaked panties.

I feel the throbbing pressure begging for more! My heart pounds in my ears, my legs like vice grips, my body undulating in desperate desire… :kiss: PLEASE, I’M BEGGING YOU! PLEASE! RELEASE ME! JUST A LITTLE BIT,
PLEASE! Begging like an addict for ‘just one hit’, ‘just one little puff’…my body twists in agony without being able to go anywhere or do anything.
:kiss: *between sobs* please… She stands observant for a moment waiting…my body tightens…I’m
trying to gain control…she runs the full blade across my pelvis swiftly…only once…a glowing smirk on her face, excitement in her narrowed focused eyes…
No.

Bitch!

Steve: How’s that for tres?