As a special treat for her birthday, Lady Sable's servants presented her with a lavish, multi-tiered cake. She smiled appreciatively and gestured for them to leave the room so she could savor the cake in private. Once they were gone, she picked up a small, silver knife and sliced into the first tier. The creamy frosting oozed out, making her mouth water. As she took a bite, her eyes widened in surprise when she felt something hard and cold pressed against her lips.
She looked down to see the small silver knife she'd used for the cake resting on her lips. She pulled it away, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she realized what she'd done. She couldn't help but feel aroused by the notion of using the same knife for both her cake and her pleasure.
Lady S held her breath as she slid the sharp blade up her thigh, imagining it coated in sweet icing like the knife she used to slice her birthday cake just a few hours ago.
