Taking the Knife
On kink in queer spaces
I found a dungeon that hosts events that are exclusively queer. Most attendees are people of color, and I walked in to the sounds of slaps, moans, and laughter. Leo, the “doorboi,” was dressed in slacks, a dress shirt, and a black tie. They told me I could walk right in, but to be prepared that Mx. Cele “was being fucked with knives.” Leo is biracial and has a side shave, roots dark and curls bleached blond and haloing their face. They’re a bratty bottom and a commanding presence. I trust Leo more than any cis-gendered dude bouncer. They asked me to leave my belongings in the coat closet and welcomed me in.
Beyond the front waiting room was the loft, decked out in gear: a St. Andrew’s cross, glowing red and black; a spanking horse bench; a large bird cage; a white, four poster bed; hooks hanging from the ceiling; a padded bench with a cage locked underneath it. Someone was curled in there, sucking a lollipop.
When Leo had said that Cele was being fucked by knives, I had no actual idea that they meant it literally. Cele was spread on a bench while a butch daddy stood between her legs, holding a large knife, and pumping it in Cele’s pussy. I was standing behind Cele so I couldn’t tell if this was really happening. There was a crowd cheering on the scene — all women, mostly of color. The domme yelled at us, saying we were…
