cutting in the office

This morning as I walked through the door of work right at the stroke of 9 AM I was aware that my day was going to start a little differently than most around the office.

Yesterday, Tuesday while working, my friend comes over to my desk, looks around with shifty eyes, quickly whips up her skirt, and reveals a fresh cutting done on her thigh. She loved the way the cutting looked on her yet was unsure as to whether or not her emotional reactions to it's happening were natural and normal? or not? She told me a little of her experience and then I shared with her what I knew from attending classes on cuttings, being cut and cutting others myself.


Today I had the priviledge of taking my friend into the dungeon play area that she and her partner have off of their office and doing a fresh cutting over her existing one. I retraced the lines and went deeper. Me, my scalpel and I!

As she lay nearly naked, clothed only in little cotton panties, in the fetal posistion, upper outer thigh exposed to the light, I prepared us all.

Her partner had come from his office and we were all joined in the dungeon. She on the medical table and he and I standing talking. I like moments like these, where there is an exchange going on and where everyone is learning something and going forward.

Gloves on my hands, area to be cut disinfected, scalpel unsheathed and then....

Breathe, breathe again and keep breathing

breathe deep

Do not move.

Don't move.

Stop moving.

Stop moving now.

Good breathing.

Excellent job being still.

You're doing great!

Can you see the outline of the circle I've cut? Look. Can you see it? I'm holding up a folded piece of paper towel that I'd applied to the cutting to saturate the little bit of blood that was there. It was really more for the visual effect! Your red blood is so bright on the white, it looks like Crayola yet we know it's not.

Beads of blood slowly come to the surface and where I've sliced opens to reveal the rawness that is you.

See what I did! I cut you! And now I'm showing you the pattern on this papertowel. You're blood did this. This is you.

Breathe.

Breathe again.

Keep breathing.

I'm going to keep going two more passes around the circle to create circles in circles. Took concentration, a steady hand and skill to do, so please don't try this at home.

1/16, with a disposable blade - it's a lot of power.

She breathed and didn't pass out. Didn't vomit and didn't climb the walls for me like had happened when her partner cut her.

I looked down at her at one moment during it all, and temporarily her eyes, were not squished shut. They were open wide and she had incredible focus on her body and what sensations she was noticing as my blade was cutting her skin open.

She wanted a scar and I had the rare priviledge of playing part to it all. And now she and her partner/Top will continue on there merry way and he likely will keep cutting her on those lines that he first started as it is something symbolic between them.

By 9:45 AM I was seated at my desk working at the computer. My friend, still only clad in panties was sitting on the office floor working with her fresh cutting drying in the morning sun. Her partner back in his office, taking a client call.

Worked diligently at my desk till it was time to leave to get my daughter from day camp. Day camp pick up, doctors office visit, fruit and veggies at the market, trip to the bank and now home to Blog and put away groceries.

Tonight at 7 I've an appointment in the city with a local porn producer whose talking with me about a project he'd like to use me for - an SM shoot.

Dinner will be late tonight as it's to hot to cook out yet and I've still got to zip out for an hour.

Sometimes I'm amazed at all that get's done in one day...

Hope to see many of you at this Saturday July 23rds Bondage Play Party


Jennifer