Knife Play Ash

Chapter 1 - Knife Play Ash

Warning: BBW, torture, abuse, blood



I woke in the same room... the room of my mistress. It was quite and the lights were low only afew candles lit up the room. I slowly started to sit up on the bed waiting for my mistresses return.

All of a suddent I heard footsteps down the hall... it had to be Ash. The bedroom door opened slowly making me shudder. "Misstress?" I softly said scared. I squeezed the bedsheets tightly.

"Yes... it is I...." Ash said as her 300 pound body came into view. She stood in the doorway menacingly. Her eyes gazing over my naked skinny form in lust. She walked closer to the bed her fat jiggling with each slow step.

She slowly got on the bed and then.... pulled a knife from behind her back. It was a small Swiss army knife. Still I knew she was going to mark me in irreversible ways. "You look so scared skinny." She said pinning me down.

Her thighs rested on my mid section as she glared at me a cruel smirk on her face. She then slowly put the knife to my throat. I whimpered alittle as she chuckled.

"Don't make an sudden moves or I might accidently cut your throat open." She said grinning. I started to whimper even more as she slowly pulled the knife across the underside of my chin.

She then placed the knife on my chest. "Ash.... Ash.... Ash..." She said ominously. Before I could ask why she was saying her name she began to carve her name into my skin. I cried as she did so but she just chuckled manicly.

Slowly she dragged the blade across my skin. I struggled to move do to her chubby thighs pinning me down. "ASH!!!! IT HURTS!!!" *I screamed. She just laughed.

After what felt like hours there was her name carved on my chest. I thought it was over but she carved her name two more time as I continued to sob.

Once she was done she stuck the knife in the bed headboard. She then licked to blood. I clung onto her desperately despite her hurting me. She just chuckled and lightly bit my earlobe.

"Next time we will do some gun play." Ash said holding me in a crushing embrace. I kept crying as she hugged me. Her chubby body was comforting even tough she hurt me constantly. I kept crying until she humed a little love song in my ear. It was soft and sweet unlike her. Nonetheless I slowly fell asleep to her tune. I knew she was smiling wickedly. Knowing the control she had over me.