I lived with a commune / group of pirates. We were staying in an old house. Taken over? Borrowed? Who knows. A large group of us were upstairs, up the old, wooden stairs. This woman was there, an outsider but respected by us. She was tall, athletic, brown-haired. She was teaching us things about fighting and swordplay. She was like a grand mestre. We paid attention. Finally, it was time for her to go. She passed the mantle to one of us, also a woman, tall, blonde, powerfula sort of leader of us although we werent strictly heirarchically organized. She gave her the sword, which was really a very large knife. So now that the outsider was gone, we went into the bathroom. Our blonde lady went into the old claw-foot bathtub. I was close to her. She chose me to demonstrate some things. I held out my arms and she cut them. I presented my chest and she cut me there, too. It was quietly erotic. I dipped the wounds in the bath water and watched the blood swirl. I was aware of all the people watching, aware of my own submissiveness but not ashamed. When she was done, I said reverently, Thank you for paying attention to me.