Summary

The performer wants permanent physical evidence of their relationship with the listener, so they ask to be tied down and cut with a knife. That's it. The relationship is very loving and everything is consensual.

This script can be performed by, and addressed to, any gender. There are no mentions of gendered parts. If you would like to drop in vocabulary that implies a certain listener, you are welcome to do so.

This is a fantasy for consenting adults. Cutting people is super dangerous and you shouldn't do it in real life unless you're a surgeon I guess.

[Sound or tone from the performer]

// = long pause

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A note on "pain sounds."

A performance of this script would be incomplete without varied, enthusiastic sounds of the performer in pain.

I imagine performers drawn to this script have experience making or hearing sounds of pain in an erotic context, or have their own thoughts for what would be appropriate for this script. If so, I encourage you to follow your instinct and do your thing. The last thing I want to do is prescribe the "right" way to do it. That's no fun for anyone.

But for those who are curious about what I had in mind while writing this, here is my attempt at describing pain sounds.

This script is about cuts. So rather than, say, a spank or a slap, which is a quick, hard strike that elicits a yelp or a shout, the pain here is longer and subtler. The resulting sounds should be very breathy. Some delightful options: A sustained (or rising) note while breathing raggedly out; a tremulous half-breath half-whimper; or breathing rapidly in and out while moaning or whimpering. Experiment with breathing, groaning, whimpering, and moaning to find combinations that feel right for you. There is a section where something closer to a scream is appropriate, but for the most part it's not at that level.

After the cut is made, the breathing should be heavy and ragged. The more intense the pain, the heavy and more ragged the breathing. After each session there should be some time for you to breathe and recover and recenter yourself. There's no need to move quickly to the next line. Hearing your breath go from ragged to calm is wonderful.

Another note: pain can make people laugh or giggly, as your brain releases endorphins. I specify a few laughs in the text, but if the giggly feeling takes you, go for it.

Thanks for reading. Here's the script.

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Baby, can we talk? ...Something's been bothering me.

No, no, it's nothing you've done, or, well, not exactly. You're wonderful. When we're together, I feel safe. I feel cared for, respected, loved. I'm so happy with you.

The problem... and it's not necessarily a problem... But the concern I have... Um, the issue is... I mean...

Ugh, let me start over.

//

[Deep breath, re-centering] OK.

This might sound strange, but it really bothers me that there's no... proof that you love me. No physical evidence. If you stripped me naked and looked at every part of me -- the skin of my throat, the creases of my elbow, the cheeks of my ass, the spaces between my toes -- you would never find something that showed we are connected.

I was thinking about this the other day while appreciating the bruises you gave me. They had started such a lovely purple, but they were turning pink, and I knew soon they would be gone. And that's when I thought: bruises fade. I want scars.

So... that's what this is about. I want you to cut me. To mark me permanently. To brand on my skin the proof that I am yours. So that anyone who looked could see beyond all doubt that I belong to you.

I know that's more intense than anything we've done before. I understand if you're not ready for it. But it's something I had to tell you.

//

You... you will?

Could we...

Right now? Yes, of course!

We can lay a clean sheet on the bed to catch the blood... there.

I think face down is best, so you have all of my back to work with. While I strip and get ready, would you boil one of the knives from the kitchen? The new one, that's really sharp? Thank you.

//

It's ready? Perfect. Here, I'll lie down. Will you tie my arms and legs down? I don't want to squirm too much.

Good.

Wow, I can't believe this is really happening.

No, I want this. I need this. I trust you. Show me the knife?

[A little fearful, awe] Fuck. OK. OK.

Could you start with a small cut? Just a few inches? So I can get used to it?

Could...could you trace it on my back with your finger?

Yes, that feels right.

[Deep breath]

I'm ready. Are you ready? OK. Good.

//

[Short, but fairly intense pain sounds.]

[Heavy breathing] Oh fuck... Wow...

No, that was perfect.

Just wait a bit, wait a moment... Just wait...

[A pause with heavy breathing, returning to calm]

OK, again. Twice as long this time?

//

[Longer, more intense pain sounds]

[Out of breath] Fuck that hurts.

[Weak laughter] No, I love it.

[Heavy breathing, calming down]

I don't want to stop. I need more.

Could you do two, near each other, on the other side of my back?

Yeah, I'm ready. Just--

[Two pain sounds that flow into each other, as one is winding down the next begins more intensely]

[Long pause with heavy and ragged breathing, maybe some swearing if you like]

[Maybe a little embarrassed] Yes, I'm getting excited.

No, don't touch me there, don't touch me. I just want to feel the blade right now. And your hands on my back.

Could you rub my neck a little?

[Small moan of pleasure] Mmm, that's nice... Keep doing that.

I was worried you wouldn't like this, but you do, don't you? I can feel your eagerness, your anticipation.

That's how I feel too.

Just don't enjoy it too much, alright? I don't think we can do this very often.

//

OK, I'm ready for more.

I want a longer one this time, with a curve at the end. Could you trace it for me?

Longer than that.

[Insistent] That's what I want. I'll be OK, really.

More of a curve, like a U.

Yes, like that.

OK. I'm ready.

//

[Long, intense pain sounds with a sudden spike in intensity near the end when the curve happens. If you want to scream, this is the time]

[Out of breath] Fuck, fuck, could you hold my hand? Hold my hand. Hold my hand.

[Hard breathing or growling to manage the pain]

[Heavy, ragged breathing that gradually becomes more normal]

Thank you... thank you...

[Pause with deep breathing]

What does it feel like?

I don't know how to describe it.

You want me to try? OK... [Small, exhausted laugh] I'm not going to disobey when you're holding that knife.

First is the fear. I trust you, I trust you completely, but there is fear when I sense you standing behind me, above me, holding the knife. I can't help it. I know what you could do to me if you wanted.

No, it's good. It's... thrilling.

When I feel the blade rest on my skin, the fear elevates to anticipation. The moment before the cut my entire being is focused on that single point. Just waiting for that first movement when the blade bites into me.

When the pain comes, it's a relief. A release. All that tension given form and let go.

I mean, it fucking hurts. But I want it to hurt, and I know that it's a gift from you. It will create a mark that connects us forever.

It's like... there is something beautiful inside me, underneath the skin, and this is the only way to let it out. As long as it's you holding the knife. It has to be you. After you make the cut, and the pain starts to fade, all I feel is that beauty, radiating out of me.

//

You see it too?

I'm glad.

//

Ready to start again?

Now I want a lot of small cuts along my shoulders. Like rain. Like a storm.

Yes, like that.

I'm ready.

[A lot of short, not very intense discrete pain sounds that flow together. This can build in intensity as the cuts accumulate.]

[Heavy breathing, calming down]

It felt like you were cutting music into me. That was wonderful.

//

[This next bit is your opportunity for improv. Make whatever sounds implying whatever cuts you like. If you'd rather skip this section, that's fine too.]

Now I want you to make some cuts on your own. Whatever you want.

Yes. These are your scars. I'm happy to wear whatever you want to give me.

I'm ready.

[Improv pain sounds]

[Heavy breathing, calming down, any reactions or responses you have]

//

Please, I want one on my face. I need a scar somewhere everyone can see. A small cut, on my cheek.

Oh, wow. It feels different when I can see the knife. Yes, put the tip just there, right against my skin. Press deep for this one.

[Very brief, medium-intense pain sound. Almost a moan of pleasure. Or maybe it is a moan of pleasure]

Thank you. Thank you.

//

Yes, that's the last one. Fuck, I'm exhausted.

[Relief and endorphin fueled laugh.] Wow. I'm tingling all over.

No, of course not. Baby, you did nothing wrong. You're wonderful. I wanted this. You did so well. I'm so proud of you.

Could you start a shower for me? I want to wash off this blood. Thank you. I'm just going to rest here a bit longer.

I can't wait to see the scars fill in.