chopsticks apocalypse

my Mistress invited me over to spend the evening with Her two weekends ago. naturally, i jumped at the chance. W/we ordered in sushi and Japanese food. i ordered salmon terriyaki sushi and general tso's chicken. She ordered the vegetable fried rice. i ended up giving Her most of my sushi, but it felt good to do so. :)  it is a pleasure to be permitted to serve Her in these little subtle ways. anyway, W/we both devoured the sushi and the rice and hardly even used the chopsticks!

after eating, W/we settled in to watching a bit of  Netflix. but, the movie wasn't that interesting and i watched as Her attention began to wane and wander. She got up and paced a bit, moving back and forth like a caged animal.fluffing up the thick strands of her brunette hair. i had seen this pattern fall into place before. Her agitation and restlessness usually spawned either something being thrown at me, or broken. generally across the back of my head.

i watched apprehensively as Her eyes seemed to dart across the tiny room searching for it seemed anything. finally, She settled upon something, zeroing in, i watched as Her characteristic smirk became an outright mischievous grin. with quickness and adroitness, She nimbly picked up a pair of the chopsticks and raised them to her eyes. Her beautiful green eyes darted back and forth with foxy anticipation, and it was at this point that i knew this could not be good. She reached down and tossed the other pair of sticks towards me, and i knew that a challenge was in the making.

laughing and giggling she proceeded to poke me from every conceivable angle. it started with my chest and stomach, but i knew in my heart, what Her true target was. finally after being poked so many times, i couldn't let Her win any longer. i clumsilly got off the couch and decided to engage Her in this duel of the chopsticks. but, right away, it was quite obvious that i was vastly outmatched by my skilled and nimble handed tormentress. Her quickness and accuracy were mesmerizing, and each time i raised my hand to block Her parry, She divulged another path to strike at my unprotected body. soon my face was scratched and poked and proded from every conceivable direction. She used Her training in ju jitsu and karate to Her advantage. i was amazed with how much speed She had accrued from only a month of training in Karate. now, i have seen Her use anything as weapon and overcome physically an agressor, but now with chopsticks?  come on? Her speed was infatisimal and amazing. She literally twirled the sticks between Her fingers, laughing and giggling at my demise. i couldn't do anything against Her well thought out blocks and attacks.

reaching over my head She applied an arm lock and then stepping down hard on my foot, locking it in place, She jabbing two of the pointed implements and punctured my neck.

"Mmmmmmmm .. you wouldv'e been almost dead there." She spun around on the balls of her feet and laughed at my confusion. then crossing with an upward slash she dug the sticks into my right cheek. She suddenly got serious then changed.

She laughed with derision, "your almost dead there too."

 then releasing me She waited for my attack again. this time i tried a head on assault. but, a fool hardy and wrong decision. She grabbed my arm again, locked her elbow behind my shoulders and poked me hard in the face three times, scrapping it and digging it in, as She went. the welts were instantaneous. She glazed her hands lightly across my face, then narrowed Her eyes and beckoned me to come for more. not to be outdone, i went low this time, but my lack of experience or skill provided a delightful, clownish performance for Her. stumblisng and fumbling for position i charged at Her like a bull. suddenly, i felt Her knee me sharply in the abdomen hard.  the wind left me instantaneously. wide eyed and gasping i sunk to my knees, but found i couldn't, as She had locked her lithe arm around my neck in a headlock and poked me five or six more times in succession, announcing each time the fatality of each hit!

"Dead here"., using a dagger thrust She again stepped on my foot and drug the chopsticks across the jugular of my neck.

"Dead here."

She grabbed my head by the hair and prepared to go into a knee kicking stance, but instead stabbed me hard under my chin with one chopstick while cutting and slashing the side of my face with the other.

 She giggled and laughed with evil abandon. "Oh you are so dead there." "Probably lost an eye too".

Finally, using Her immense lower leg strength she grabbed my head cupping both her hands behind my neck and pushed it firmly down, then allowed Her legs to finish the lock and hold Me helplessly in place. i struggled and gasped, but Her strong calves would not budge. She grabbed my hair and yanked down hard, exposing the back of my neck to Her view.

"And now to finish you".

i watched confined and incapacitated as She tightened Her gripped and then with three quick thrusts and slashes She playfully pretended to sever and cut the spinal cord . then for good measure She dug down hard poking me several times in different locations with only Her chopsticks. needless to say, it was a humiliating defeat.

"Dead, dead, and absolutely dead ... she chimed gloriously. "i win,  you lose.... again." "Ha, Ha.", She mocked, dancing around on the high arches of Her bare feet.

She released me finally, and i cautiously regained my footing, and retreated to the bathroom.  i was a mess, scratched up and poked, showning serveral injurious abrasions. the most prominent injury was a set of three cross mark welts across the side of my neck and a prominent bloody poke mark in the center of my forehead.

i smiled."i  look like a hindu". i thought.

leaving the bathroom, i had to regain my dignity somehow. i sat on the couch and waited for Her to return then being the stealthy coward that i am i poked Her hard three times in the ass before She sat down. needless to say this was not the smartest thing to do. She turned to face me. looked at me hard, cocked Her fist, then launched a haymaker and punched me hard in the side of the head.

She glared at me, and said, "Do you really want to do that now?"
"Do you really want to start something that you know you can't possibly finish."

i grabbed my ear and rubbed the side of my cheek. the redded fist print was enough to convince me that She meant business, and that playtime was now over.

i cowered into my seat, and sat down. She then sat down next to me pursed her lips then said,
"Awwwwwwwe ... don't pout now, it was fun, but now, it is time for you to do My dishes."

i rubbed my wounds and then obediently got up and did as i was told.
smiling to myself, i thought, "i would hate to see what She was capable of with a butterfly knife."
"nah".