“You’re sharp, Johnny, almost as sharp as my other little friend. But not quite so obedient.”
-Munson, Gilda
The memory of the night before lingers in my mind. At work, at my desk, trying to fill out boring forms to open an account and scheduling meetings, and I drift into memories from last night. Unable to stay focused on the task at hand.
My breathing is deep, in the same way it was being under his influence then. I have the same sense of overwhelming calmness. And I feel his presence. I message him when it gets to be too much, to thank him. The thing that sticks with me, it’s his intensity and his skill. His overwhelming presence. His control.
It started casually. He mentioned one of his knives from his collection in passing. In doing so, we talked a bit about my first experience with knife play with his girlfriend a few weeks ago. I’m beyond happy that she shared her first experience with me too and that it helped me find something new that brought me so much pleasure. I had always been curious, but it was never a thing I had played with before. But at her first scoring, I was hooked. Well, I guess he wanted to see what he was capable of.