Say It With Blades (a Valentine’s Day Epilogue)
Wish I’d spotted this one a week ago. I post it now with the fondest hope that it inspires further discussion between Hollywood Hal and Mumblety Peg, who met one another last week on this very blog…..
Tempe, AZ [P]olice arrested a woman Tuesday night on suspicion that she tied up a man during sex, then stabbed him repeatedly with a knife and told him she likes to drink blood.
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The man told police he had consented to being tied up but became scared when the woman attacked him with a knife. He eventually freed himself and ran away, but Sutton chased him with a pickax, police said.
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Both admitted to authorities that they had consumed alcohol and drugs prior to the attack, Horn said……Sutton later told police the entire encounter was consensual. — East Valley Tribune
Christ on a bike. I call my contact in this line of work, Mistress XXX, for an expert’s insights.
“Amateurs,” she sneers. “Clowns like this give people like me a bad name.”
I actually wasn’t aware you enjoyed a good name, Mistress.
“Believe it, squathole. When clients come calling they know what they’re in for, and they pay me my price. I hurt them enough to satisfy what they want, but make sure it’s not so tough they don’t come back.”
Gotta keep the repeat customers repeating, I guess.
“That’s how you build a business, whether it’s plugging butts or unplugging drains.”
Ever work knives into your act?
“Trade secret, nutface. Blood sports are messy, but they have their place. Don’t need knives, either. Ever see what a rhinoceros hide whip does to bare flesh?”
Uh, no. Pass.
“Never ever ever put yourself in a position of vulnerability with somebody you don’t 
know real well. He’s lucky he’s still got all his moving parts.”
Did you have a busy Valentine’s Day?
“Three cops, one judge, a school teacher, and a respiratory therapist with an asphyxiation fetish. God I hope I never pass out and find that deviant standing over me.”
Anybody bring you red roses?
“Oh, fuck the roses! Give me the thorns!”
February 21st, 2007 at 8:29 am
The only thing missing were Cupid’s actual arrows.
Anyways, in the sprit of Valentine’s Day, I hope they make up and get back together.
February 21st, 2007 at 8:54 am
Thanks for next years valentines day suggestion…i’ve had it with chocolate and roses. But where am i going to find a pickaxe?
February 21st, 2007 at 9:10 am
Mass Pube! Skizzi! And everybody else in driving distance of Beaver Dick, KY! Come see me for all your sharp-edged Valentine’s Day needs! Ecerything from arrows and axes to Zambian garottes and Zulu poison darts! And don’t forget to stock up on Kentucky Jelly! Never get stuck without KY Jelly!
Peter Paul loves you all!
February 21st, 2007 at 9:39 am
Sure, I’ll take the bait. She should have bled him dry and white. He asked for it, plain and simple, then changes his mind and runs to the cops to pin it on her. Probably married and looking for something to cover his sniveling ass. Perfectly clear.
Men are such pigs.
February 21st, 2007 at 12:10 pm
How did I miss this episode of Iron Flesh?
February 21st, 2007 at 1:16 pm
Mumblety Peg: There’s something horribly wrong with anybody who breezily tosses off a crack like “Men are such pigs.” Even if it’s true.
Am I alone in thinking the whole S&M scene is very disturbing? I have an idea that the sort of incident reported here goes on a whole lot more than most of us know about.
February 21st, 2007 at 2:39 pm
Two questions:
1. How do I get in touch with Mistress XXX?
2. How do I keep a flaming cunt like Mumblety Peg away from me? Pesticide?
February 21st, 2007 at 2:46 pm
Both admitted to authorities that they had consumed alcohol and drugs prior to the attack, Horn said.
Gee. Ya think?
I’ve done my share of S&M sex, and still find opportunities, but Mistress XXX is dead on right about doing it with partners you know real well. Here in key West there are all kinds of people looking for all kinds of thrills. Only a fool fails to look before she leaps.
Cops are into this big time. And they bring their own toys!