I knew I wanted to write something about knife play this week, but today it was too hot to fuck – or indeed to think about fucking. But is it ever too hot for a mind fuck from a cruel dominant? What I wanted was a mean girl who would grin sadistically as she held my wrists against cold stone until I shivered, and whose pocket-knife would feel cool against my skin…
I have very strong opinions on mince pies. While I accept it is entirely a matter of taste, I don’t like mince pies you can buy from supermarkets, over sweet with sugary pastry. Proper mince pies are ones you make yourself. Whether you agree with me on this or not, however, I think you might enjoy the festive filth which follows, which features knife (or more accurately sharps) play.
This is my second attempt to participate in Kink of the Week, and I had a lot of fun exploring my thoughts about cutting or tearing clothes by writing this story. The story does explore consensual non-consent in the form of a carefully negotiated scene occurring between two consenting women. Please go and look at all the other utterly fabulous submissions by clicking on the image at the bottom of the post.