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LadyPact -> RE: Cutting (12/24/2009 9:00:17 AM)
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I wrote this on the boards some time ago. Even though My head was still very floaty when I wrote the original, it is still on My top ten list of things I've ever put up on these boards.
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ORIGINAL: LadyPact
As many of you know, clip was here for a visit before his deployment overseas. One activity that was on the agenda for his trip here was his first cutting. A big leap for him and also a groundbreaking event for Me.
Allow Me to set the stage: My clip and I were invited to a small local play space here just outside of town. A wonderful establishment that has been so welcoming to us. Outside of the city, where the trees and the stars could be one's only companions.
To Me, this was better than the public club that I've been known to play in Atlanta. Small, intimate, better flexibility of standard rules.
Once the toys were out and the boy was secure, there was a short warm up. I flogged him gently, warming his skin and preparing him for the treat that I was so anxious for us to share.
I increased the level of impact play. Moved up in the intensity of floggers. The shoulders and the back started to become pink. As the play went on, I found My rhythm. I found the zone where every strike lands perfectly. As the play became harsher, neither of us were on the ground.
I moved the boy from the cross to the table and put the scalpel in My hand. I felt his apprehension mixed with his devotion and his willingness to give of his flesh to please Me. I took the safety guard off of the implement, and prepared to cut his skin.
No discussion I have had, learning that I had undertaken, could prepare Me for this moment. It was not what other people had described. The blade had something of a rough feeling to it. I was surprised at the body's resistance to being cut open. In My prior thoughts to the scene, I had decided that I wanted to duplicate the image of his brand. I gently cut the letter "L" into him.
As I did so, his body responded and began to bleed. I kissed his chest for his offering to Me. The mark upon his chest was Mine alone. Even now, I can not describe making those small incisions meant.
Already so far in top space, having tasted his blood, there was more work to do. The mark was not yet complete. I carefully carved the "P" into his chest, connected to the "L" in the same fashion. The skin cut and the flesh exposed, I saw inside the body of My boy. He laid there open for My eyes to see. The beauty of which, I can't describe.
By the time I finished that second letter, I was so far in space that I had no comparison. I had his body, his mind, his flesh, his blood. This was his offering to Me. I accepted and relished every moment. Our bond deeper.
May you find this thing that will impress your memory such as this had for Me.
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