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Without Further Ado:
Knives
- by Casey and Lacey Dobbs
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Isabelle awoke on the Saturday Morning, and Alex wasn't in bed. Startled she looked around and called:
"Alex are you where are you?"
"Alex I'm serious. Where are you?"
As she arose her bladder insisted that Alex's whereabouts wasn't her most pressing concern. As she headed to the bathroom, she peered out of the window and noticed that his car was gone. He must've of needed something, or he's out getting coffee, she thought.
It was unlike him to not wake and invite her. As Isabelle sat and relieved herself, she saw an envelope taped to the mirror.
She took care of her paperwork, washed and dried her hands, and tore into the envelope.
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Dearest Isabelle,
Welcome to today. I will be home at 10:00. You belong to me today. Ready for a day of adventure?
We'll be staying in today. I've laid out your clothes, including your collar, please put them on. Once you're dressed, if you head downstairs, a light breakfast is laid out. I will be home shortly.
I love you sweetheart, and we're so close to each other right now. I want to try things we've discussed.
Love,
Alex
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Isabelle noticed the outfit Alex set out at the foot of the bed; it promised to be an interesting day. The underthings consisted of an old bra and panties that Isabelle knew needed to be discarded. The outfit itself was of second hand pieces that could be destroyed. Something Alex and Isabelle had discussed as a potential part of their play.
Although, or perhaps because the pieces were purchased at thrift store, Isabelle's dress for the day would be described as more outlandish than had she spent full prices on the garments.
The short skirt barely covered her the globes of her ass. If she bent at the waist, the creases where her ass met her thighs could be openly admired. Colored in a Nova Scotian Tartan, the plaid pleated skirt reminded one of a school girl outfit. The top was an orange blousy thing that laced up the front. The sleeves, cuffed with ruffles, did nothing to expose her beautiful arms. The bra and panty set, she'd owned for a long time. She hung onto them more out of that sense of friendship you can develop with clothes than any practical value these unmentionables maintained. The sexiness of these undergarments had faded. Isabelle figured the undergarments would be sacrificed for their play today.
After Isabelle dressed she headed downstairs where she found a breakfast of pastries, coffee and fruit laid out for her. Her place was set to overlook the backyard and see the wild bunnies that romped there. The combination of the quiet of the house, the sun shining in the backyard and the smell of the fresh coffee gave Isabelle a chance to relax.
She contemplated where they had been and where they were going. Dressing as another desired, especially a man would have been out of the question a year ago. She'd always considered herself her own person. She considered herself, a strong business minded woman who was more used to giving orders than receiving them.
She looked down at her outfit and smiled. At the thought of obeying Alex her intimate areas reacted; her nipples stiffened and she felt a wetness in her panties. A little over two years ago He claimed her. It happened in a flurry one night as she had given herself to him, without even realizing it. In the heat of the moment Isabelle had told Alex, that she would do anything for him. He had taken her words and actions and claimed her.
They were both new to this type of relationship. There was a sharp and steep learning curve. They learned together. They learned of hard and soft limits, of Shibari and rope bondage, they learned of spanking and hot wax. The first few times they experienced sub drop, neither of them recognized it and it almost ended their relationship.
Most of all they gained acceptance for all types of sexuality. No longer guided by their parents' and the church's ethos of sexuality they began to form their own opinions. The most important thing this path of kink had taught them, was that everyone defines themselves differently. Respect is the key to not offending anyone.
Isabelle often wondered how she got herself to here and why she found it so exhilarating. She knew the intensity of the play followed by the intense closeness was something they both craved. As always when she thought of these things, she realized Alex could cause a silence in her. It was this silence she craved. Her brain was capable of working in a thousand differing directions all at the same time. Under her Master's hand, with ropes and spankings, life's distractions dissipated leaving Isabelle to live in the moment.
Her reverie was broken by the sound of a car in the drive. She looked at the antique mantle clock. 9:25. Alex was early.
"Shit!" She exclaimed out loud. She had wanted a few more minutes to herself. Isabelle rose and cleared the dishes. Alex was rarely cross, discipline did not typically make up part of their relationship, but this morning she wanted to be extra attentive, and her outfit had her wondering what he was up to.
After she cleared the dishes, she sat on the sofa with her knee socks tucked under her bottom and waited; and waited and waited. She heard the sound of power tools coming from the garage. This made her wonder. What the fuck was he up to?
As promised, at 10:00 Alex emerged from the garage. Isabelle's eyes blew up as big as pie plates. Was he wielding a knife? As he rushed her, she almost uttered her safe word. She remembered the discussion about knife play but the reality of the situation scared her more than she imagined it would.
The knife caused an adrenaline spike and she went to a place of hyper awareness. Alex grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to him.
His words were short and simple:
