Cut

I cut my finger this morning.

I was trying to cut the broken safety ring off the bleach cap and wasn’t listening to the little voice in my head telling me that I was gonna end up cutting myself. So the serrated knife slips and jams into the lower side of my left index finger, immediately ejaculating blood.

Ironically, I had the bleach out because I was trying to get an ink stain out of a T-shirt. Now the shirt is spattered with blood. This is the second time I’ve gotten ink on this shirt. Apparently, the universe doesn’t think I should be wearing a white tank emblazoned with “Cowgirl Creamery.”

As the pain started to kick in, I started taking deep breaths, just like I tell my play partners to do when the whip slices into their skin. I looked at the wound as I held it under the cold running water and wondered if I had any sutures in my BDSM kit I keep for traveling and if stitching a finger was anything like suturing a scrotum around a penis.

I made a tourniquet out of a rubber band and pressed a paper towel and an ice pack to the gash to slow the bleeding while  I got my travel kit.  It didn’t have any sutures. It did have antiseptic swabs, sterile lube (which, after this scene, I’m convinced has a coagulant in it), and vet wrap. The wound was too gaping, I think , for a nipple clamp or clothespin to apply pressure, which is how I usually get a needle prick to stop drooling blood. I held the towel tightly until the bleeding slowed, ran the cut under water again, then swabbed it with the alcohol and betadine wipes. Next came a dab of lube and Neosporin, a fresh paper towel, and a securing layer of vet wrap.

As I cleaned up the blood with Sporicidin wipes (hospital grade “bactericidal, fungicidal, virucidal, tuberculocidal” disinfectant towelettes) I also keep in my kit for keeping my toys clean on the road, I just grinned at how great it is being a domme.

Post updated to add link to pic of my finger at the top of the story. I’ve downgraded to a Band-Aid but my finger’s still numb and sore.