After the thorns came the cut. Not a punishment this time, but a coming together.

Miss accidentally cut her finger, so she felt I should share with her. I was excited, but worried that I could not do it. I really wanted to know that I was sharing what she felt, but deliberately cutting myself was a new experience. I had pierced myself before, but taking a knife to my skin, especially on a nerve alive fingertip, would take some screwing up of courage.

I tried a knife, and it just slid across the comparatively tough pad of my fingertip. I tried harder, but it's amazing how resilient skin can be. I tried another couple of knives with the same result. I would need much more pressure to break through.Then I remebered Miss had said it was a serreted knife she had cut herself with. I found one and slashed quickly at my finger. Instant pain and a welling up of blood. Whew! A big smile and a sense of relief. I had done it! I still feel it now, and feel closer to the one who owns me. Thank you, Miss

Slave's Punishment

I had to think, I wanted it right
The punishment for your plight
What should I set for this lowly life?
Who hurt me – it cut like a knife
I could have set a meaningless task
But the effect would not last
And so now with a heavy heart
Slave should’ve known from the start
Not to mess with Dominant Dawn
For in his side, I can be a thorn
I could humiliate or cause pain
But that for me would be no gain
A punishment should be hard to bear
And at the heart strings it should tear
For it should also hurt soul and mind
And to be respectful, it will remind
Once so proud to wear a thorny crown
My slave has severely let me down
The punishment will be complete
To wear such thorns on his feet
With every cut that makes him sore
He will remember his owner – AND ADORE!