Jo wasn't experienced with knives in a bdsm context. What she was, however, was confident that she knew exactly what she was doing in her scene. Things were going to be carefully controlled, carefully done, and with a set of knives that was sterilized completely and would be again when she finished with Cookie. So as she circled the submissive, whom she'd bound standing up, hands above her head, and stripped down to her underwear, there wasn't a single moment where she didn't believe that things were going to go perfectly for her. "I'm only going to ask politely one more time," she threatened, spinning the knife in her hand. "Are y'all are a demon, or aren't ya?"
Cookie was a little bit nervous if she was being honest with herself. She’d never done anything as intense as knife play... Or as intense as quite a few of the things on her sheet, but she was always excited to try new things. How else was going to learn? Cookie stripped and let herself be strung up, using the time to get into character as needed. It was... An interesting scenario but it also more than kind of excited her, trying new things and the fact this felt like a scene from a movie she would absolutely watch. When Jo spoke she looked toward the blonde and rolled her eyes. “I don’t know where you’re getting your information from you crazy bitch but I’m no demon.”
Eyes narrowing, Jo brandished the knife in her direction. "See, that's what all the demons say. But that's why I've got this. Pure silver, spell inscribed on the blade. The only problem with it is," Jo dragged the flat edge along Cookie's stomach. "That I have to cut ya to be sure. It's a shame, but that's the only way it works. I can touch it to ya," she pressed it flat against bare skin, "and nothin'. But a little cut, and I know everythin' I need to. If you just tell me the truth right now I can exorcise ya outta that poor girl and be done with it, but if you don't...well, I'll have to do what I'll have to do."
Jo glade at her naked form, and Cookie out of pure instinct tried to move away from the knife pointed in her direction, eyes tracking it's movements. She was hoping she was playing the part well. "Has anyone ever mentioned that you're insane?" She questioned deciding now to try and tug at the ropes, even if she knew it was going to do nothing. Jo knew her knots, and honestly that was kinda sexy. The cool of metal of the knife made goosebumps breakout on Cookie's skin and she whined just a little. "I am telling you the truth! I'm not a demon not let me go you crazy bitch!"
Cookie was quite the little actress, although Jo was at least half sure that some of the nerves she felt around the knife were completely real. After all, the sort of edgeplay they were engaging in was a type that had real consequences if things weren't done properly, and it was hard not to be nervous. "See, you keep saying those words. And I keep not believing you. So I guess we're just going to have to settle this another way." Holding Cookie in place with one arm, Jo drew the edge of the knife across her abdomen to make a shallow cut about an inch long. It was an intoxicating feeling, and she had to be careful not to get drunk on it.
Cookie wasn't sure if she'd like this, this was one of the more intense things she'd done... Ever and she supposed it was now or never. This time she let herself relax and just.. Trust, that Jo had her best interest at heart, and that if she spoke up the scene would stop. She let herself tense in Jo's hold but it was made clear as she didn't dare move a muscle it was all for show. "Don't!" She said just as the knife pierced her skin, and much as their was stinging pain white warm heat rolled through her and made her gasp sharply. Of all the things she expected it wasn't pleasure, but this was a very nice surprise. As she felt blood trickle down just a bit she huffed a breath, pretending to be put out. "That hurt," she lied simply enough. "And see I bleed red, just like you, crazy!"
Jo appreciated the way that Cookie not only read the moment, but managed to act through it all the same without doing anything to make herself less safe. She watched as the girl reacted, pleased to see the darkening of her eyes in response to the pain. If she could enjoy it rather than have it feel only painful, things would be so much more fun. What Jo would be watching for was the moment when Cookie's body began to slide into shock, teeth chattering and shivers all over, because that was the moment when she'd need to stop. "That was only the first cut. It's always red on the first cut." Jo brought the knife up again, opening a tiny cut under her left breast.
Cookie eyes widened at the mention of only the first cut, but there was a twinge of excitement behind them. Once she realized she liked the pain, that the feeling of the knife on her skin was something she absolutely wanted more of, how could she not be? The cut underneath her breast made her groan and while her face twisted in pain, she knew and hoped Jo did too that it was really in pleasure. "And look, it's still red there too! Can we stop this now, you're fucking hurting me you psycho!"
It was far, far too easy to get into using the knife, Jo decided. Although she also knew that was down to the person - Cookie was entirely too convincing, and the way that she groaned and contorted her face could so easily have been mistaken for the real thing if Jo didn't know better. "I don't think we're done here, no. Because I'm sure about you. Maybe you're just something new - something sneakier." She drew another thin line under the other breast. "Only one way we can be sure."
She hissed again in pleasure as the knife drew a thin line under her right breast and she again waited for the knife to be a safe distance away before twisting and whining. "Please, stop it!" Her voice was wavering now, but because she was close to tears, because she was slightly embarrassed with just how wet she was. "You're insane... But if you let me go, I won't tell a soul what happened, just let me go."
Jo's gaze was much more focused now. They were likely pushing the physical limits of what Cookie could take, and she needed to be ultra-vigilant about that. There were still no signs of shock, though, and from the smell in the air she thought the submissive might actually be enjoying herself as well, so Jo didn't stop. "You're close to breaking now, demon. I know it. Come on, show me who you really are. WHAT you really are."
"I'M JUST A GIRL YOU CRAZY BITCH." Her voice was loud but there was no heat behind it, not even a little bit. "Can't you please... Please just stop? It hurts and I'm tired. I won't tell anyone what you did just let me go please?" Cookie put on her best pouting face in Jo's direction as she begged her to stop.
Jo smirked, the most evil smirk that she could summon. Which wasn't saying much because she didn't do evil well, but she tried. "You're so close to breaking now. I know it. And don't worry, I know you won't be telling anyone. Not ever." Jo dragged the flat side of the knife across her skin, tracing delicate spots. "You can tell me. It's alright." As it trailed across her, though, Jo could see the trembles that indicated her body was finally calling time on the scene. "Good girl," she murmured, tossing the knife aside to be sterilized later. "Y'all did so good for me, darlin'." She reached up to release her bonds, helping Cookie to the bed and letting her sit. "I'm goin' to clean y'all up. Then I'd like you to eat some food and have a drink." Giving her a soft kiss on the top of her head, Jo moved away to gather her supplies and prepared to take care of the submissive.
