The Box Cutter
I'm sitting on the couch watching a movie, eating popcorn in my new set of black lacy lingerie, enjoying my day alone while Master is at work. When suddenly, a hand is place carefully, and forcefully around my neck, it pulls be back, and it's voice, his voice, whispers in my ear. "Kitten, you didn't do your chores today, Daddy's going to have to punish you," he growls. I gulp and try to look up at him to respond, when he drags me by my throat onto the floor on my knees, he then takes a seat on the couch and looks down at me, his hand still on my- his neck. "Kitten, I have a question for you." I look up at him blankly, in fear of what his question could possibly be, and say nothing. He begins to squeeze my throat, choking me, and then firmly slaps me on the cheek. I whimper, scared of what he is going to do to me, as he gets up and walks to the counter. I can't see him, as I am staying seated and waiting for his return, or a command to follow, but I can heard every footstep he takes across the hardwood floors. "I’ve noticed that you don't have your collar on, I wonder where it went," he says, as he pours himself a drink. He then puts it on the coffee table behind me, and then leaves the room. I sit there nervously waiting for him to return, fearful of what he is going to do to me, trying to keep myself in place, in fear of what he will do if I don't. I hold in my whines and whimpers as I know I will be slapped if I make a noise while he is out of the room. His footsteps grow louder, and then before I know it he is standing behind me, he throws a box on the table, and sits down infornt of me. I try to avoid looking at the box, as I know it is taped shut, and that I need to be looking at him. I look at the box cutter in his hand, scared to know whether he is planning to cut me, the box, or both with it. He lifts my chin and says softly, "Eyes up here Kitten, I don't want to miss the look in your eyes". I look up at him, fear in my eyes, as he picks the box up from off of the table. He takes the box cutter and carefully cuts it open, I have to resist my urge to stick my head into the box to see whats inside. He unpackages the contents carefully, making sure I cannot see what’s in his hands. He then tells me to close my eyes, I do as I am commanded. I hear him put the box back on the table, it sounds lighter this time. He gets closer to me, I can feel his breathe on my neck, he whispers in my ear, "Turn around for me, sweetheart". I turn around, remaining on my knees, and keeping my eyes shut. I feel something cold touch my neck, I flinch. He commands, "Turn around, Kitten, now," I do as he commands. "Open your eyes, Kitten". I open them, and look up at him, a smirk on his face. He looks down at me and asks, "Do you know what's on your neck, Kitten?," I quickly respond, "No, Master, I do not, will you please tell me?". He smiles, pleased with my response, or happy with himself, maybe both. "Well, Kitten, on your neck, is a metal collar, that is permanently locked on your neck, you can't take it off". I grab the collar and start to try to mess with it, trying to get it off, he chuckles, "Such a dumb little pathetic kitty you are, I told you, you can't take it off". I hiss at him, he looks surprised. He grabs the box cutter with one hand, and my new collar with the other, and drags me to the bedroom. He grabs some black rope, and begins to tie me down, making sure to get my hands and feet super tightly, he ties me to the bedposts, so I am bonded to where he wants me. He then, sanitizes the box cutter, and begins to walk towards me. I shake in fear of what is about to happen next. He puts the box cutter on the bed, and grabs a gag, he puts it on me, and tightens it. "Such a pretty little fucktoy you are, my own personal cum dump," I let out a faint whimper, muffled by the gag. He picks up the box cutter, this time he puts it up to my neck and teases me with it, tears begin to form in my eyes. He takes the box cutter and slowly places carful cuts onto my thighs, I wince in pain. Tears escape my eyes as I try to hold in a scream, but fail. He chuckles and says, "Kitten, no amount of screaming is going to save you, you did this to yourself". Blood now dripping down my thighs, and tears down my face, I look up at him as he places the box cutter in my hands. I look up at him, confused, and he smirks and said, "Go on, since your so independent you can get urself untied". He sits on the bed and watches me struggle as I slowly get my wrists free from the restraints, my wrists now rope burned, I free my arms, and finally my thighs. I look at him, exhausted, covered in tears, blood, and sweat, and he picks me up and coos, "You're such a good girl, you took your punishment so good for Daddy. Now, let's go get you cleaned up, and ready for snuggles".
- Box Cutter, Ky Mart, 05/23/23, 4:58 PM
- Edited by, Ky Mart, 05/28/23, 9:43 PM
- Edited by, Ky Mart, 1/05/24
