the blade ... part 1

there are times when a submissive just knows when something is up, and also times when he is totally oblivious to what may be in store for him. my Mistress enjoys playing head games with me. She is by far the superior "Gamestress", of this medium and delights in fucking with and tormenting my mind. sometimes,this occurs on a daily basis.

the week prior to Her latest departure, i was busying myself tidying up and removing accumulated dishes and various forms of debris from Her room. as i was doing so i seemed to constantly come across one of Her knives seemingly unsheathed. i was always careful to resheath it, place it someplace safe and then go about my business of serving Her needs. these episodes went on for about the better part of a week and it began to unnerve me a bit. The blade seemed to always be pointed in my direction. i found it in various locations about Her room. one day it would be on top of Her dresser, the next day on her nightstand, and then the following day unsheathed and looking at me from Her unmade bed. one day i stumbled upon it in my bare feet. She had again left it, blade exposed on the floor. clumsily, i jabbed my toe into the sharp blade, and feared it had left a gaping wound. luckily, this had not happened. My Mistress seemed totally oblivious to what had just happened. She was undisturbed and reading contentedly.

She flicked the page and then stirred just a bit ...

"Hmmmmm ..... did you say something, pet?" She barely looked up from the page She was reading.

"nothing ... i said rubbing my toe. it's just well ... "

"Just what?" the pages She was engrossed in slid in casually between Her fingers.

"oh forget it ... it's really not that important."

i gathered up some of the remaining bones and cleared the dirty dishes from Her bed.

"Bullshit. tell me now, since you have disturbed my reading." the light in the room reflected off the hue of Her green eyes and it seemed a warning to me.

i looked down, disappointed that i had displeased her.

"Well, I'm waiting." By now She had closed Her book and was tapping her three longest fingers in three count intervals across it's glossy cover.

i stammered a bit ... "it's just that every time i come in here, that knife is in a different location. i don't know ... always pointed at me." i looked down and continued.

"i know ... it sounds stupid, but i'm beginning to think that thing has a mind of it's own."

my Mistress looked at me ... a wicked grin ebbed and flowed across Her sharp teeth. Her eyes narrowed into discerning slits as She snaked Her way across the blankets on Her bed and picked up the knife.

"... Mmmmmmm, And that bothers you?" Now standing, She twirled the blade in Her hand and brought the point of it close to my nose, seemingly trying to slash and gouge through my trembling nostrils.

"well, yes ... it does, Mistress. you know how i am around your sh - sh -arp, p- p - ointed objects." i was now stuttering and falling all over my words. looking quite foolish, like a frightened schoolboy.

She slinked around me pacing and placing the blade in various vulnerable places all over my body. i closed my eyes and cringed as i felt the cold steel trace a sure path across the softness of my cheek.

"Awwwwwwwwwwe ... it's not going to cut you ... suddenly, i felt the tip of the blade's point dig into the flesh of my abdomen. ... at least, not yet." She grabbed my chin, looked fiercely into my eyes and cut some of my hair with Her raw blade. Her laugh was teasing, but had an odd coldness about it.

Then, just as suddenly as it had all begun, it was over.

"Now, go get me something to eat. i'm hungry ... and be quick about it."

She left the room quickly, creating a brisk breeze ... leaving me to clear up Her dirty dishes.