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- The Knife
-
- It started simply enough.
-
- S. was topping ST. ST. had asked me for the favour as well, so I
- was paying attention and trying to learn. Topping someone, *anyone*
- was something I'd never done. Since in that regard I would be soon
- stepping into S.'s shoes, afterward I thought I'd ask hir how they
- fit.
-
- S. told me that her first scene as a top was a very intense one.
- A knife scene.
- I shuddered.
- She showed me the knife. It was beautiful.
-
- She offered to show me how it worked. My soul full of faith, my mind
- full of curiosity -- and fear. Lots of fear.
-
- She drew the knife across my forearm. It felt terrifying. And lovely.
- I recalled a passage, a stroke of ctan's words:
-
- "...and then she'd batted down my hand and bitten it.
- I knew better than to enlarge the wounds. She regarded
- me as she sank her teeth a little deeper, and then her
- jaws relaxed."
- -"Cat Scratch Fever" by Cecilia Tan
- Circlet Press: ctan@world.std.com
-
- I held perfectly still. It did not cut.
-
- Soon, circumstance had me lying on a low table, building my nerve. My
- soul was with me; my mind ... ... was with me too. My body didn't know
- what to think.
-
- I would do a knife scene with S. My first.
-
- I lay, back exposed, mind exposed, soul exposed. This was just a
- demo. Just a demo.
-
- S. started with a doe-skin flogger. Lovely, warm, delicious... even
- the harder blows were pure wonder. She switched to something I could
- not identify; either for inexperience or that my mind had already
- begun to travel to other places. I think the latter.
-
- The rest was lost in the mental haze of bottom-space.
-
- Something - feels cold - scary - knife? Don't know. Does it matter?
-
- Touch - gentle stroke - cold - hot - relax - be very still - breathe
- Don't think of the knife - think of the knife - fear? Is it here? Or
- is it all I am right now?
-
- Listen to the sensations - feel it - reach out to it - join it.
-
- She stops. For a moment.
-
- Cool. Soft. Fur - not rabbit - something else - she said - lost to my
- mind - it felt goooooood.
-
- "Here's the knife again." Again? Again. It had been the knife.
-
- Thoughts - Not many - for me - am I conscious? Yes. Great audio from
- somewhere - knife scene with S. - feels like razors - big smile - she
- changes sides.
-
- The knife does its dance - reach out - touch it - don't let that
- muscle - spasm - feel the knife - draw it in - be part of it -
- lose myself to it - lose myself - lose myself over you.
-
- what was that? - a song a thought grab it / losing myself over you /
- what does it say? - hang onto it / and it hurts me so right /
- concentrate - force the words / don't know what to do / you know I
- couldn't fight it maybe even if I wanted to / losing myself over you
-
- Keep going - what is it? - it's slipping away - grab on tight - more.
- lost all reality you've really got a hold / turn myself over to you
- body mind and soul / it might seem crazy I know I'm in over my head /
- got no direction now my world is spinning round / feel like i'm rising
- up and never coming down / a million people talk and I don't hear a
- word they say /
-
- It's gone. Not a song - no structure - just words - fleeting -
- flashing into my consciousness - teasing - and gone. Mysterious.
- Apropos.
-
- Now there's just me, and the knife. I know, vaguely, that I'm in a
- scene, but to be honest, I just don't care right now.
-
- The knife wanders down my arm.
-
- More happens - lost in the sweet haze. Fear? Yes, so much that I've
- forgotten to be afraid. It simply doesn't matter now.
-
- Rabbit fur - no, not - whatever - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm - don't stop -
- "I'm not stopping, fur can't hurt you." or something - lost -
-
- "Don't try to get up, stay put for awhile until you come down." - okay
- - what a lovely place - peaceful - serene - I could stay here forever
- - I can't stay here forever - but for a little while.
-
- Fifteen minutes later - fifteen? no, time ... was not real. Some time
- later I sit up. "Don't try to get up right away." Thank you, S. Thank
- you. I know her name, my mind is coming back. Not very quickly,
- though. I don't mind...
-
- I managed eventually to get to my feet, but the wonderful effects
- lingered through the evening.
-
- S. said that in her first scene, L. took four hours to come down.
- Uh huh.
-
- I wandered through the party, coherent, but barely so, speaking in
- measured bits, words not coming easily. I'm sure it was obvious to all
- that I was far, far away... and indeed I was. It was an interesting
- state of conscious, but not what many people expected.
-
- Who was the music? <looks back to remember> It was ... on second
- thought, you'd never believe me. I don't quite myself. Anyway, to be
- honest I was affected much more powerfully by another choice of music
- in another scene that happened later. But that is another story.
-
- This morning I was in the bathroom. Shaking. Probably from the cold.
- But I don't know.
-
- It only now occurs to me that I had a safeword in the scene; she'd
- asked 'safeword or red?' and I'd replied 'safeword is safeword'. I
- think if the scene had been seriously derailed, I'd have quickly
- gathered the consciousness to remember that that word existed and
- call it out; as I so often and readily do to steer other scenes. But
- in this case, it was moot: it just didn't matter.
-
- S. hadn't actually cut me, but in the hands of a skilled top a knife
- has a lot of range between 'touch' and 'cut'. I have some lovely
- marks. "S. squiggles" someone called them. I hope they last awhile.
- I like 'em.
-
- And I want to do it again. :-)
-
- M. Madeleine. Thank you, S.
-
-