Bill the Cat- awesome!

But anyway, it wasn't me, it was him. He got out a buck knife and started to run it across my body, my neck. I was not overly disturbed, but was thinking "please don't cut me", not really thinking he would. But he decided it was too much, too scary to him, and said he couldn't do it, put the knife away and went back to the riding crop. Which was fine with me. I have no desire for cutting or blood of any kind.