i have done a bit of research on the dagger my Mistress has been tormenting me with. it appears to be either buddist or hindu in origin. i will go with the later, since the ornamentation appears to be such. it appears that the image is that of Saraswati. She is the Goddess of music, knowledge and the arts. very appropriate for my Mistress, since She is a liberal intellectual at heart and loves the performing and visual arts.
The sheath and the handle of the dagger are overlaid in some kind of gold and copper. the detail and artistry of this weapon is exquisite. the overlay of the sheath upon first glance appears to be that of petals of flowers. yet, upon closer observation, one notices that the petals of the flowers seem to transform into the faces of hollow eyed skulls around the circumferance of the sheath. Case in point, which is probably why this is her favorite dagger.
it is a wickedly sharp and curved implement which even has a deep, grooved serrated sawing edge and an indented blood groove. i don't know why, but it taunts me and it mocks me. it knows that it belongs to my Mistress and it seems to protest everytime i hastily resheath it and return it to a non-threatening position.
in some respects, it reminds me of a cobra, hissing and spitting. calmed only by my Mistress's touch. within Her grasp it is an elegant weapon which when unsheathed is capable of gutting or disemboweling a person with one purposeful thrust or dash up the middle of the abdomen. i am not sure as to why my Mistress constantly must have it near Her and at Her side. i have found it many times in the most unlikely places; the kitchen near the sink or on the kitchen table, the bathroom resting dangling dangerously on the side of the tub. i can only surmise ...
"what is it doing in here? is She using it to shave Her legs, or is She rehearsing a Psycho scene that is played over and over again in Her head? i care not to know. it's presence rattles me and gives me a tinge of fear, and tremendous worry. i again carry it carefully and resheath it, only to discover that She has taken it out again and now the blade is peeking out from Her mass of bunched up covers on top of Her bed. i start to resheath it again.
"I said, DON'T touch that." Her command slices through the fear that is running in circles around in my head. "Leave it for now." i watch as She picks it up and strokes the handle while engrossed in reading a book about Time and Quantum Physics. without missing a beat She snuggles down into the covers of Her bed with legs askew and seems to practice thrusting and jabbing with it, poking and stabbing at some imaginary entity with deference and grace. She pauses momentarily,
"Now, go get Me some dinner. I am hungry for those pork chops I saw defrosting in the refrigerator."
She continues reading, and i fly out of the room eager to please and move ahead with the tasks She has assigned to me.
within a matter of minutes the chops, veggies and mashed potatoes are prepared. i quickly brown some rolls finish the salads and pour water. since serving my Mistress, i have grown adept in the kitchen and what used to take me hours of preparation, now takes me only minutes. as a matter of fact, i feel quite at home in the kitchen, whereas before, it was somewhat foreign territory.
"pescado! are those pork chops done yet? i'm hungry." She texts me. i hurry as quickly as i can gathering everything She requires to compliment the meal. i run upstairs and almost out of breath present Her with tonight's offering; porkchops with brocolli, mashed potatoes, applesauce and a vinaegarette salad dressing. "Mmmmmms, smells wonderful," She pats my head and i take my place at Her feet with fork and knife in hand. W/we pass the meal in silence almost until the very end.
"So how was work today?" i choked a bit, unaccustomed to Her addressing me while W/we are eating.
"it was fine, i guess. nothing spectacular happened. well, there was a disagreement, or fight between a couple of people, but i was able to break it up, and things were pretty much normal after that."
"Mmmm hmmmmm. She raised Her penetrating eyes and gazed at me while chewing on Her last succulent piece of meat."
"Now, why would i believe such a thing of you?" Her directness startled me. "i know you too well pescado, you of all people couldn't seemingly fight your way out of a paper bag, muchless. stop a confrontation between two grown adults. I find this all too hard to believe." She twirled the last remaining salad remnant around Her fork, took one more bite and then narrowed Her eyes. a sly smirk snuck across Her lips.
i bowed my head in shame, for i knew She was right. i was absolutely as spineless as a fish and a person could ever be. i'm surprised that She didn't print "walkingmat", across my forehead and throw me out on the front porch for all to see. i was amazed that She still hung out with me.
as was customary, i said, "alright ok", and began the ritual of picking up the dishes, but She stopped me.
"That can wait, pescado. Hand me my dagger. I want to have some fun." She held out Her palm and i felt as if i was going to be sick. She knew very well how i felt about that "play thing", of Hers.
"well, Mistress, i do need to do the dishes. the kitchen is in a mess from the pork chops and all."
She furrowed Her brow and said,"WHAT did I SAY? I'M not going to REPEAT it AGAIN."
but, Mistress ... i ... really ... "DO IT NOW!" She said forcefully.
"DO IT NOW!"
i cowered down just a bit and then reluctantly handed the dagger to Her.
"There, now that's a nice pet." She deftly handled the blade like an expert, tossing it back and forth between Her palms.
"I just can't understand why you are so terrorized by this dagger?" She twirled it around Her fingertips like a skilled assassin never once taking Her eyes off of me.
i swallowed hard a couple of times which made the encounter all the more intense, as now She sensed my fear and the pooling of my blood.
"I mean come on, it's not as if I am going to CUT you." She playfully lunged towards me ... sticking the point of the blade dangerously close to my extremities and then my face. the sharpness of the blade whisked past my face and made a precise, tiny bloody slit across my cheek.
"Besides, You know how much i do love to poke and prod at things."
Her eyes widened with pleasure at the tiny stream of blood ebbing from my cheek.
"Mmmmmmmm ... I do believe that I made You bleed."
"ooooh, not again! i retorted. i rubbed my cheek and saw my fingertips stained with blood.
"ok, Mistress ... i stammered fearfully, "i think You have made Your point." i was desperately trying to put on a brave face for Her, but She knew all too well that i was scared enough to literally shit in my pants.
"Awwwwwwwwwe ... I'm not going to hurt you. Besides, what are you talking about? this little blade isn't going to damage you. at least .... not yet." Her pout was cute, but not convincing to me. She laughed and giggled in that pernicious way, that meant that there was no way out for me until i let Her have Her measure of sadistic fun.
i watched in terror as She crept up close to my face and stuck the curved part of the blade up my nostril, pulling and tugging at it hard, hoping that it would split.
"I mean, I haven't ... carved ... up ... that nose of yours yet". (evil grin)
"besides, I have to make you bleed just a little." i felt the sharpness of Her blade dig in a little deeper and then the tell tale redness began to seep out out of the sides of my nostrils.
"There, now isn't that a pretty color? it almost makes me wish ... but, you would like that, wouldn't you?" ah, my Mistress knew my pain fetish so well, it was frightening. She stopped mid sentence then gazed at me with the corners of those green eyes. meanwhile, i was trying to stop the micro bleeding from my nostril.
i stood very still while She dug the blade in and out of my nasal cavity. i was totally petrified at this moment, but there was something so amazing knowing that She could stick me and kill me at any moment. my head began to spin as i imagined the scene and the blood that would flow and ensue.
but, now it seemed like everything was ending. She had Her fun and was now talking about going back to work. She picked up the dagger with the blade facing Her. then in a monk and prayerful fashion, it appeared that She was going to bow to me in mock fashion, to signal that playtime was over. i guess, i was somewhat relieved.
i bent down to pick up the dishes. suddenly, i saw a glint of light flash quickly from Her eyes back to mine, and then a sudden throb of pain seized me across my left arm and struck quite hard! I suddenly realized what had just happened. OMG! She had thrown the dagger a short distance from me and now ... IT WAS STICKING OUT OF MY ARM! sure enough, She had thrown the blade with such precision, force and accuracy that it had sliced through my shirt and into my forearm. i bent down from the pain then yelled, ... (respectfully of course ... as much as possible for someone who had been STABBED!)WTF! YOU STABBED ME IN THE ARM WITH THAT DAGGER, MISTRESS!
my Mistress was just all aglow! She laughed deeply with innate, playful, wickedness and bent over my prone form to check Her handiwork. (Laughs!) "I sure did. Let Me see."
i wasn't sure about letting Her see. but from Her reaction, i gauged that She was disappointed with the results.
"Awwwwwwe, it's only a flesh wound .... i barely grazed the surface. i hardly even touched you." She was disappointed. me, i was glad to be alive. (whew!)
but ... then ... i felt a growing pool of wetness growing underneath my shirt from the puncture to my forearm.
it really ... was ... bleeding! and rather profusely at that. my Mistress was ecstatic!
"Really! let me see!" like a fascinated first year medical student, she grabbed my arm and proceeded to poke and probe it in CSI fashion. "Holy Fuck! I guess I REALLY did slice into you!" the sleeve of my shirt was now drenched in blood and it had made a nice bloody pattern up and down my forearm.
"W/we have got to take pictures." She beamed with pride. "Bring me the knife". i brought Her the dagger and watched as She snapped pic after pic from the phone on my camera. "This is going to be on Your blog, understand? i nodded my head. I want to see it there." She poked and squeezed the wound until i screamed from the pain and then She took a few more pics, then ordered me into the bathroom to tend the wound.
That is soooo fucking awesome! i heard Her say.
Hey, goodluck with that arm tomorrow. I hope it doesn't stiffen up and that you have had a tetanus shot.
She snickered and laughed and then booted me out of Her room, and i dejectedly went downstairs to finish the dishes.
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