About 3 months ago when there was no computer....
slave had this kinda mole skin tag thing on her side that she really hated, it was ugly and uncomfortable. Master said it didn't really matter to Him one way or the other so slave asked Him to cut it off, Master replied that He probably would when He wanted to.
Over the course of about two years slave inquired about it a time or two and Master always replied that He would when He was ready. slave was eager to be rid of it but also nervous and excited thinking about Master doing it too.
On a day off when Master and slave slept in a little bit Master started moving around and slave stretched, waking up together. Master was bright eyed and bushy tailed while slave was a little slower shaking off her sleep.
"Hand Me My knife slave" Master ordered "yes Master" she replied sliding out of bed as her mind fumbled to focus. Handing Master His knife slave crawled back under the covers, hiding from the chill Alaskan morning.
"Face Me and bare your side" He said and slave pushed the covers down to her waist while Master sat up. Flicking the hunting blade open Master leaned in and slave realized what was on His mind.
slave felt a quick jolt of fear through her mind, banishing the last remnants of sleep as Master grabbed the mole and laid the knife against her skin.
Images of Master sharpening the knife for hours yesterday flash through her mind. Last week Master used the same knife to skin a rabbit and slave has mental images of it sliding through the fur easily as she hears the sound of steel on steel ringing in her ears.
slave lets out a squeal as Master slides the cold blade through her flesh, just a small cut on one side of the mole. "Hold still slave" Master reminds as she squirms a little so slave holds her breath and quits moving.
Biting pain as Master starts at the cut side and slowly, agonizingly slowly cuts part of a circle along the bottom. "Please may slave have a moment Master?" she asks "waking up this way has made her a little nauseous Sir" slave says as she argues mentally with her tummy.
Master has of course planned it this way, slave has a high pain tolerance and is turned on by knives and cold metal so this would usually make her all wet and squishy.
Master grins His devious grin as He starts again, telling slave that 'yes He must go that slow so that He can make sure He doesn't cut off too much skin and make a scar' as she fights squeals and squirms.
It bleeds a lot for such a little pinhole though it does pull open to about the size of a dime.
Master holds a clean rag to slaves side and holds her against Him lovingly. slave thanks Master as she relaxes into His protective embrace happily.
Master cleans her up thoroughly and T/they start the day as usual, slave making breakfast with a few stops from Master so He can dab the blood off of her side *smile*
Now if only that wasn't so long ago....
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