#knife play.

[playfully-sadistic]

Isn't this fun, little prey? Cry once for yes, weep and beg for please gut me. And don't you dare bleed on my boots.

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[squirting-sub]

The reward

We got a new flogger (pictured below) made from very hard rubber and were both eager to test it after getting back from meeting with friends.

In the living room, she pulls me close and kisses me, only stopping to take my clothes off. As we make out, she walks me backward until my back is against the wall. We continue making out when suddenly she turns me around and pushes me against the wall. She takes my arms and holds them behind my back, then pulls the knife she was carrying around with her all day out of her pocket and holds it against my throat. "What were you thinking about when you were playing with my knife earlier, hm?". "I was thinking about this, Daddy. About your knife against my throat." "And does that turn you on?" "Yes Daddy, it does.". She moves the knife down my body so I can feel the cold blade against my skin before she walks me to the bedroom.

As she gets the new flogger, I kneel and wait for her. When she gets back and sees me on my knees, she smirks and walks up to me. Then, she pulls my face against her crotch and orders me to take off her pants. Once I do, she pulls my face against her crotch again. "You like that smell?". I tell her I do and kiss her through her briefs. She orders me to take them off as well and to take care of her. One of her hands is in my hair while I carefully lick her pussy. With the other hand, she gently slaps my ass with the new flogger. I jump from the surprise but her grip prevents me from pulling away. I continue eating her as she drags the flogger over my ass and slowly increases the intensity. "On a scale of one to ten, how bad did that hurt?" "Hmm... I'd say a three." "Ok, on the bed with you."

I'm face down ass up as she gets a softer flogger and a paddle to warm up my ass and thighs with. After a few minutes, she goes "I think I've been warming you up too well... I want to leave marks on you." And with that, she gets the new flogger and starts working me with it. Not only does she hit my ass and thighs, she also uses it on my back. It hurts bad. It's a sharp, stinging pain. But I like it. Eventually, she switches to the split leather paddle, the evil wood paddle, and the riding crop. During a little break, she asks me if I'm enjoying myself. "Yes Daddy, but breaks are also good.". I tell her that I also enjoy breaks with a different kind of pain, like wax. "You want some wax?" "Yes, Daddy." "Where?" "On my back, Daddy." She leaves and I stay in my position, patiently waiting for her to get back. "And since when do you call the shots, hm?", she asks before I feel an ice cube on my back. I shiver as she spreads it over my back and up to my neck, then down again. Eventually, she pushes the small remainder of the ice cube inside of me. Then, she continues with the impact play. Out of everything, I enjoy the riding crop the least. The stinging pain it causes is severe. It's concentrated to a small area and for some reason my brain doesn't process it as fast as the others. It takes a few milliseconds after the impact for the pain to set in and it's confusing to me. As the session goes on, I eventually end up laying flat on my stomach with my legs closed. She uses the riding crop last and the frequency of her slaps is fast and they're hard. I scream into the mattress and try to move away. It hurts so bad and I'm whimpering when she finally stops.

She moves next to me and gently strokes my hair, giving me soft kisses on my forehead, cheek, and shoulder. "You did so well, I'm so proud of you. I've never met anyone who can take as much as you do.". Still recovering from the intensity, I smile at her. She puts the split leather paddle, the new rubber flogger, and the riding crop on the mattress in front of my face. "Do you want to earn a reward?". "Yes, Daddy", I nod. "Good. You have to take six slaps with each of these three to get your reward, ok?". Hearing how low she set the number for each, I know she's gonna hit me hard and I'm a little afraid, but I agree nonetheless. She starts with the split leather paddle and as it's the one that hurts me the least, she hits me with full force and counts each one out loud for me. I yelp a few times, but mostly I enjoy those. Next, she uses the new flogger. Four of the hits are on my ass and two end up on my back. All of them make me scream into the mattress again. For the last six, she uses the riding crop, and again, the pain is intense. When she's done, she praises me again. "Ready for your reward?". "Yes, Daddy.", I say, but I'm suddenly feeling cold and shiver. When she asks me why I'm shivering, I tell her and she orders me to turn around. I'm a little weak and my backside hurts, so I struggle to turn and shake my head. She firmly tells me to turn around and when I do, she takes a blanket and lays on top of me, the blanket covering both of us.

She holds me and I hug her, slowly getting warmer. After a few minutes, she asks me if I'm warm again or if I need more time. I tell her I need a little longer and she says to tell her when I'm warm again. While I get warm, she kisses me softly and when I tell her I'm warm again, she pulls the blanket off of us and kisses down my body. She tells me I can cover up again if I start to feel cold. She kisses my chest, sucking on my nipples, getting me to moan. Moving down, she kisses my inner thighs, teasing me, before eventually licking my pussy. Eating me out ever so slowly and gently, she makes me moan and forget about the little cold I'm feeling. Her eating me out doesn't happen often, so I enjoy it immensely. My hand is in her hair and I can feel my orgasm building. When I cum, I moan "Daddy, I'm-", trying to let her know. She keeps sucking my clit, letting me ride out my orgasm but then doesn't stop. Instead, I feel her push her fingers inside me. After a clitoral orgasm penetration feels very intense for me and it doesn't take long for me to cum and squirt. Her face still between my legs, she drinks it and pulls away to fuck me harder. After the first orgasm it doesn't take much for me to cum again. After a few thrusts I'm squirting more, grabbing the sheets as my vision gets foggy from the tears in my eyes. She keeps going, making me cum again and again. I try telling her that I can't cum anymore but the words won't come out between all the moans and every time I manage to get out a word, she drags another orgasm I didn't know I had left out of me. It's like she went feral. She's completely primal and in the zone. She's not paying attention to anything and barely hears me as she fucks me. All I get is a "what??" when I finally manage to get out "Daddy, I-". However, because she makes me cum again I can't finish the sentence and she keeps going. When she finally slows down, I think she's done but just a few seconds later she continues. Pressing on my lower stomach with her free hand, she makes me cum again, squirting all over her hand and arm. After I don't know how many orgasms, I'm spent and just lay there motionless when she finally stops.

She looks at me concerned, then relieved when I move my head to look back at her. Kneeling in front of me, she's panting and shaking. I can see in her face that she's flying and not all there. She's not thinking clearly and looks indecisive on what to do. Usually, she'd get a towel to dry me, but now, after trying to stand and being too shaky for it, she lays next to me. I roll onto my side to lay in her arm and stroke her hair and face as she's panting. Holding each other, we slowly come down from our highs.

[x-raykinks]

New knife, who wants to be the first to try it out?

[cowardly-ghost]

"is that a knife in your pocket, or are you just excited to see me?", i laugh while pulling back from our hug, you look away embarrassed, i get closer to you again and put my hand in your pocket to take out the switchblade you bring with you everywhere, "oh so it was just a knife?", i say with fake disappointment, while unfolding the knife and holding it up to your chest, "let me just check to make sure, okay baby?", holding the knife against your chest i roughly open your pants and push my hand down your boxers until i'm lightly grazing against your tip, you gasp, "sounds like you're fairly excited to see me after all", i say with a grin, pulling my hand out of your boxers again, leaving you to deal with the mess by yourself

[faedecay]

Congrats on finishing the assignment, to celebrate how about I hold a knife to your throat while kissing and biting your body, carefully moving the knife down along your stomach, not cutting just hovering and touching sometimes, before coming to your crotch and kissing your inner thighs before eating you out

Agshhgsfsfs I just saw this 🙈 this sounds like a great way to celebrate uh yes please

[hellishkat]

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[deadsetobsessions]

He could overlook a lot of things, but this was getting ridiculous. You’d think seasoned vigilantes would have better excuses prepared, but Danny had caught that flash of panic that crossed Tim’s face as Danny came face to face with Tim dragging an unconscious Steph to her designated room in the manor.

“Uh.”

“Danny! Uh, Stephanie brained herself- uh, sliding down the bannisters and- pleasedon’ttellBruce.”

Danny blinks, staring at Tim and then very pointedly, very slowly, turned his head back towards the direction he came from: the main hall… where the bannisters were. He wonders what vigilante hijinks they were trying to hide from B this time.

Tim coughs, trying to inch Stephanie away. “Uh. She was doing… cartwheels?”

Danny let his eyes slowly take in the bruises that were clearly not from “cartwheeling in the mansion” on the both of them. There’s a huge bandaged cut on Steph’s forearm and a giant bruise on the edge of Tim’s jaw. Tim’s face twitches nervously, not that anyone else would have noticed- except Danny has enhanced ghost senses and could feel the panic coming off of his adopted brother.

“You know…” Shit, what does he do? Not knowing would be so much easier if these idiots gave him good excuses! “I don’t think I want to know what you two have been up to… but should I be worried for your, uh, physical health?”

“Nope!”

“… Okay.” He says. Tim opens his mouth to make further excuses but Danny adds quickly, “But don’t tell me, because if Bruce asks, I want plausible deniability.”

Cartwheels, Danny’s ghostly ass. Luckily, this show of doubt reaffirms Tim’s belief that Danny believes them all of the other times. Danny grins inwardly, planning capitalizing on the guilt that flashed over Tim’s face.

“Deal.”

“Want help?” The halfa points at Steph, who’s still being dragged over the carpet by a noodle armed Tim. Danny knows Tim’s strong, he’s a vigilante, but it’s funny watching him pretend to struggle.

“Please. I’m so tired right now.” He looks it too. Danny’s brows furrow with genuine concern when he takes in Tim’s drowned raccoon look. He picks up Steph, firmly removing her from Tim’s suddenly weak grip. Being careful to avoid her injuries, Danny nods at the door to her room. Tim cracks it open and does a little showy gesture towards the inside.

“C’mon, we’ll tuck her in and then I’ll tuck you in.”

“What, you don’t have to do that.”

“If you don’t let me tuck you in and make sure you sleep, I’ll tell Alfred who really accidentally poured boiling hot coffee on his azaleas last week. And I’ll sic Dick on you and tell him you haven’t been sleeping enough.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Tim grumbles. “But fine. It’s really not my fault I’m this tired. A missing spleen is hard to handle, you know.”

“Yeah, missing an organ sucks,” Danny says, shit eating grin hidden long enough to catch the contemplative bloodhound look that passes over Tim’s face.

“Which- uh, which one of your organs is missing?”

“Liver.” Danny says, remembering the flashes of pain. He tilts his head away to hide the grin at Tim’s panicked face.

When he tucks Tim in, he pretends to believe Tim’s sleeping act and left his room while mumbling about the Wayne’s clumsiness and bruises and stocking up on bruise cream. He couldn’t even enjoy Tim’s floundering, this time, worried as he is.

——

“Brother.” Danny half turns his head, just to beam a sunny smile at Cass. He signs an exuberant hello. The halfa hangs up his coat as he addresses his adopted sister.

“Cass! What’s up?”

“Dinner.” She smiles back, signing that Alfred wanted them to the dinning room post haste. The main dining room, because rich people were fruit loops and Batman is totally included. Cassandra looks down and gasps.

What…?

Oh. Fuck. Danny glances down. He genuinely forgot about that.

“Huh.”

“Okay?” Suddenly, Cass is right next to him, hand reached out and hovering over the actual knife Danny forgot was sticking out of him. At least it’s where his liver should be, so he won’t have to pretend.

“Oh. Yeah, I’m good. Don’t have a liver.” Danny decides on the spot that he’s not gonna mess with Cass. She smiled the same as him. “Got mugged on the way back but I think they said I could keep the knife, right?”

“Danny.” She’s frowning at him. He feels like he just kicked tiny Cujo. But he doesn’t feel bad enough to blurt everything out.

“Here. You can have it if you want?” Danny casually pulls out the knife and holds the wound together with his bare hands. Cass looks more alarmed. She bodily picks up Danny and starts running.

“Woah!”

Cass throws him at Alfred, gently.

“Miss Cassandra! Why, I never-!” Alfred pauses in surprise.

“Uh. Wow, Cass. You’re really strong.” Danny pipes up, hand still over his gushing wound.

She ignores him, pointing at Danny and telling Alfred, “Hurt. Got mugged. Dumb.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault Gothamites are ready to jump people at any moment. Besides, it’s daytime. It’s not like the vigilante furries are out to save my butt. I think I did really well coming back safe, you know?”

“Hurt. Forgot the knife. Was in him.”

“Master Danny!”

Danny pouts. He also knows there’s a discreet camera in the corners of the sitting room, so he’s definitely hoping he could phase into the cave when Barbara eventually tells the group that he called them “vigilante furries.”

Alfred clucks his tongue and set to work patching him up. Danny tries not to bask in the careful way Alfred tended to his wounds. It reminds him too much of Jazz, if Jazz was British and a man with greying hair.

But because they were watching him and he was watching them in return, Danny noticed the moment Alfred’s hands stalled and Cass’ gaze got intense. What now…?

Oh, fuck, his vivisection scar. Oops. Danny smiled, channeling Dani (his lovely clone sister) at her most innocent.

Cass smiled back, just as sunnily, fists tightening at her side in repressed fury.

——

“Cass? Why’d you call us?”

“Yeah, baby bat. I got a couple o’ smugglers to talk to.”

Cass paces.

“What is it, Cassandra?” Damian tuts impatiently.

“Danny. Has… scars. Autopsy. But was struggling. When cut.”

“What.”

“A vivisection, Master Jason.” Alfred’s voice was crisp and eerily cold. His hands are folded, rage only held back by his sheer will and a well practiced sense of propriety.

“We find. Who hurt him,” Cass snarls. “We. End.”

Jason’s eyes glint green, hands going to his guns. “Fine. By. Me.”

“It does tie in with the dead comment. I wonder what happened to him.” Tim clacks away at the bat computer, furiously looking into the matter already. Bruce has taken to prowling, stressed out at the prospect of one more of his children- not a vigilante at that- getting hurt the way Jason had. Worse, even. A vivisection. He was alive, dissected. Aware enough to struggle. Dick looked like he was torn about hunting down and lunging at whoever hurt Danny to rip their throats out with his bare teeth versus the urge to go back up to the manor and wrap Danny in bubble wrap.

In the corner, Danny was having a quiet breakdown because he came here to watch them react to vigilante furries, not offering to murder the people who vivisected him. What the fuck?? He ran his hands through his hair, invisible.

——

“Oh, by the way, we should consider more daytime shifts.”

“Why?” Spoiler asks Barbara.

“Danny got mugged. And called us the nightly furries.”

“The fuckin’ what-?” Jason chokes out, laughing. Bruce stops his pacing, body language becoming slightly offended.

Danny muffles a laugh only Alfred would have heard.

[subbyprincessb]

If he really wanted you, he’d kidnap you

[nogoodmutt]

[squirting-sub]

Riding crop, canes and knife play

I went to the fetish store and picked out a riding crop and two canes with my dom. We had some fun trying all the different crops on my hand until we finally decided on one. At home, she ties my hands to the ceiling with me in just my underwear so she can try the new purchases on me while I'm standing. She spends a good while warming me up with a flogger and a paddle, then gets to work with the riding crop. She starts out with light taps and works her way up. The tip is very slim, so it really hurts. It feels different from getting spanked with the split leather paddle. The riding crop stings a lot more and the pain is concentrated to a smaller area. The canes are also very slim and hurt a lot more.

She switches between all the tools and then gets the knife. She stands behind me and pulls on my hair so my head is tilted back. She holds the knife against my throat. "Who did you invite into your home, hm?", referring to our earlier conversation about how my friends scolded me for sleeping with her the first time we met and doing bdsm right away. "What if I really am a psycho?", she moves the knife down my throat to my nipples. "I could cut off your nipples if i wanted.", she moves the knife down my body to my waist. "Or, I could stab and kill you.". She moves the knife down to my butt and presses the blade into it so I can feel its sharpness and the sting. Then, she pulls my hair again, the knife against my throat once more. "Who do you belong to?" "You, Daddy." "That's right." After she puts the knife away, she goes back to spanking me. Harder than before. This time, she also hits my back and lower parts of my thighs, close to the knees. She hits my hands and my upper arm as well, which really hurts. She goes, "Aww, that hurt you? Where? Here?" and then just hits the same spot again.

It's such a dick move, "asshole" just escapes my mouth. Obviously, my dom did not appreciate that. She slaps my face hard and grabs my crotch, squeezing my clit so hard it hurts. "Beating you black and blue would be too much of a reward for you now." Instead, she just sits on the sofa and watches me from behind. "I go through all this trouble and you call me an asshole. And you don't even see a problem with it.". After a while of letting me struggle and some back and forth between us (I really was being a brat), she gets back up and stands in front of me. She's so close, I want to kiss her. "What? You want me to kiss you know? After what you said? Forget it.". However, she gets so close, her lips are almost touching mine. Then, she moves her face, so mine is close to her ear. I drop my pride and whisper "I'm sorry, Daddy." in her ear. "Pardon?" "I'm sorry, Daddy." "Louder." "I'm sorry, Daddy." "Again, louder." "I'm sorry, Daddy." She moves her head to face me again. "Again." "I'm sorry, Daddy." She moves her face closer. "Again." "I'm sorry, Daddy.". Her lips are almost touching mine now. "Again." "I'm sorry-", she finally kisses me and we make out.

Then, she spanks me and fixes my thong, which was in a weird position and uncomfortable from when she grabbed my pussy. She gets behind me and starts warming up the areas that cooled down during the break. She spanks me hard with the riding crop. Sometimes it hurts so bad I have trouble staying upright, but she just keeps going. After some particularly hurtful spanks that made me cry out and almost drop to my knees if I weren't tied to the ceiling, she decides to release my ties. My shoulders hurt real bad when I finally move my arms down since I've been in that position for almost an hour. She's still behind me and pushes my head forward, telling me to bend over. I do and she inspects her work, then spanks me hard with her hand. Over and over again. She tells me to stand back up and roughly pushes me forward to the bedroom and towards the bed. She throws me on it, then pulls my legs so I'm laying on my stomach. Apparently she took the riding crop with her, because she's hitting the back of my legs with it again. This time I can move and I struggle. I move away from her and the pain, but no matter how I move, she always manages to hit a new painful spot.

After hurting me sufficiently enough, she takes my underwear off, pushes me down again and sits on my ass in just her underwear. She grabs my hair and pushes my face into the sheets, grinding her crotch against my ass. Then, she feels between my legs "God, you're such a whore." She teases my clit and my entrance, never entering me despite me moving my hips back against her. "What? Can't open your mouth?" I know she wants me to beg. "... Please, Daddy.." "Please what?" "Please, Daddy. Fuck me... Please." "What was that?" "Please fuck me Daddy." "Louder." "Please fuck me Daddy". I feel her fingers on my entrance again. "Louder!". "Please fuck me Daddy.". Suddenly, her fingers are inside me, hitting my G spot. She fucks me hard and I cum fast. It's been almost three weeks since I've had her inside me. I squirt and she makes me cum again and again. At some point she tells me to lay on my back.

I turn around, her whole hand still inside me. I can't help but moan from the sensation of her hand turning inside me. Once I'm on my back she adjusts her position and fucks me hard again. My mind is dizzy and tears are running down my cheeks at this point from all the pleasure. She makes me cum and squirt so much. I'm so far gone, I don't even really feel it anymore and only know from her reaction and the wetness on my thighs that it's basically pouring out of me. When she finally stops I'm spent. I'm shivering and after getting a towel she wraps me in a blanket and holds me.

[x-raykinks]

Happy Knife Day from Doctor Faggot

Thank you to @saccharineswitch for letting me know (and the stolen screenshot).

[hellishkat]

Sorry I moaned when you unbuckled your belt, It will happen again.

[dat-soldier]

how knife of him 🔪

[pigdemonart]

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[squirting-sub]

Got their marks all over my body. Bruises on my thighs and ass, a burn from hot wax on my thigh, a light cut from knife play starting under my boobs and going down my stomach, and also bite marks on my shoulder, thighs and ass.

[bruisedbunnyyyy]

puppy in a teeny skirt 🎀