Monday Morning Thoughts (edited cause I forgot a pic)

 First off I need to take care of some comments that came in over night.....

Back in the day - one of the first lessons I learned - was that the things I enjoy and do are not the run of the mill sort of things.... and there are a whole lot of people who are gonna be made uneasy by those things.  Also there was always this niggling thought that folks might wonder about my sanity......... 

Recently - based on the folks commenting here - I realized most were HOH .. or Dd ... and dear god in heaven there was no way I could be open and honest about what goes on around here and not scare the natives.  BUT the post on Jan 4th brought out different commenters....... folks from the BDSM side of the equation... and I felt better about posting a little more graphic information about myself... not sugar coat or make it all sound very generic.

I was NEVER upset with my visitors who are HOH or Dd ... EVER!!!  (stern look at all who thought they upset me) I am who I am - AND - yes it is my blog BUT if I want to make it gentle for my gentle readers I can do that too right?? (grinning) 

Having said that though -- because I know I have a number of BDSM folks hanging around in the shadows.  Occasionally - as the spirit moves me - I can and will post about Adult activities around here.  I will always post a warning at the beginning so that I don't trigger anyone....... or gross anyone out.  (and HELL I might gross / shock some of the others too)

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" 3:00" 

that's all he said........ but I knew what he wanted.  I had 20 minutes to get into the right mind set (I love the announced time thingy - it gives me such butterflies of anticipation)

When he came into the bedroom he carefully and deliberately laid out the knives beside me............ 

  (and I'm sorry the picture is a bit blurry - I took it before I put the knives away - so not exactly in a photographic mind set )

 

I had a little internal shiver - the big knife was there..... the one I wrote about HERE ...

And so it began......... I asked Sir Steve if I could lie on my back - which frees up all my pink bits to the knife......... Believe it or not -- knife play (for me) is totally sensual.  OH there is pain - don't get me wrong - but a completely different type of pain compared to floggers and whips.  

The pain travels - it moves literally - along the path that the blade makes.  AND the path is long and windy and intruding.  It slides down the middle of my body - dissecting it in half..... it circles my breasts round and round till the tip of the blade lifts the nipple and teases it...... it moves further down to my most private pink bits.. finds the jewelry and the tip slides into it and lifts...... high higher.. making me hold my breath. The tip cuts across my mons... making me moan ....... later the blade slaps against my clit - over and over rhythmically until the orgasm shakes my body.

The sensations are as varied as can be -- different knives have different feelings... some feel sharper than others... some are heavier than others... Sir Steve uses the tip to draw patterns ... and when the pain seems to take over my mind he'll flip the blade flat and let the coolness of the steel calm my body.......... 

I open my eyes and study his face....... there's a hardness there.. an intensity... the Sadist is standing beside me.... I don't think I exist for him in those moments - I'm just a body to be tortured. It's HOT!! 

When you do knife play - one should not actually draw blood  (unless of course you're going for scarification or blood sports).  Sir Steve is very very adapt at cutting without actually drawing blood............. BUT it can feel as though the blood is running down my body and dripping onto the bed...... it creates a topsy turvy world.

And then it's over ........ and I lie there exhausted and spent and shaking and cold... and Sir Steve wraps his arms around me and holds me .......... and I slowly come back to him.. and he to me..........

 

UGH!!!  I forgot to include this picture of my thighs......... after the fact.  Trust me when I say my body looks pretty much like that - only more marks.

 

More Weekend Fun

We were at the camp grounds pretty much by ourselves this weekend - in that the eldest daughter and son in law didn't come up....... It felt a little weird to be honest - even the dog kept looking through the deck to their site waiting for her 'cousins' to show up.

BUT being on our own forced us - so to speak - to amuse ourselves.

Remember the BIG bed I showed you all last week....... 

yeah that bed....... 

Well Saturday afternoon I announced I was going in for nap..... I only went as far as the living area and curled up on the sofa...... Sir Steve came in and said "let's go for a nap in the bedroom"  I don't know where my brain was at cause I just kinda thought 'damn I was comfy here' and grudgingly got up and went into our bedroom and curled up on my side of the bed with my comfy blanket....completely forgetting that the joke is 'nap' is code for sex.......

He stood at the bottom of the bed grinning at me with that evil grin he gets... he reached over and picked up the knife from the side of the bed...... I got bratty and when he moved to stand beside me I rolled over to his side of the bed.......... 

He wasn't having any of that and before you knew it I was lying naked on the bed -- exposed feeling the knife work it's magic ....... especially along my pussy ...... see how the knife has a divided blade -- trust me when I say it fits ever so nicely along the lips...

 and into my jewelry....... 

After a nice play time and even better sex..... I did indeed have my nap....... 

Life is good when nap time is a thing!

Packing.......

I just finished packing our overnight bag for the campsite.  On top of Sir Steve's clothes to be packed was this................. 

Maybe there'll be some kink this weekend?? 

Setting the Mood

On Saturday afternoon/evening Sir Steve and I were binge watching a show on Netflix.... in the early evening Sir Steve told me 'after this show - bed room'.  

I couldn't resist -- honest I couldn't -- the devil made me say it.......... 

'After the SHOW?!' (insert cheeky grin) ' how many episodes left in this SHOW?' (insert cheekier grin)

He gave me that look -- with a smirk -- I do love to find 'loop holes' and play word games with him (made even more fun and interesting by the fact he is a worthy opponent!)

I can't remember for the life of me how that episode ended.... ya see I was sitting there picturing all the evil wicked things coming my way..... my pulse quickened ... my heart did flip flops... and my ass started wiggling........ 

The evil wicked things turned out to be Sir Steve's knives.  AND oh my !  he does know how to 'tickle my fancy' with them!  Early on in the play my mind did a check of what I was gonna wear the next day -- and almost asked him to be careful not to leave any marks that could be seen....... didn't want my kids to think I was doing 'self harm' ya know.  BUT the blade kept teasing my other erogenous zones -- especially the dip at the bottom of the spine...... ohhhhhhhh yes -- that spot!  and I soon couldn't focus long enough to worry about what I was gonna wear the next day!

Life is good when the brain is engaged first !

Play Time

We had some play time the other night -- it's never planned -- well let me clarify that -- I am never informed of play time -- it just happens.

It would appear that knife play is fast becoming Sir Steve's favourite form of 'play time'  --  and trust me I am not complaining!!

This time he had me lie on my back so my more sensitive bits were easily accessible to him and the knife.  Foreplay is biting and scratching and licking and sucking -- till my mind and body are swamped with sensations....... then the curved dragon blades came out -- two identical knives one smaller then the other and a wee bit sharper... "all the better to torture my piercings".

Then the large dragon tongued knife came out.... something similar to this..............

the double blades slide so easily between my pink bits... separating them -- teasing them -- marking them....... the points digging into me....... making me catch my breath and hold it.... 

It felt like we played for hours -- when in reality it was probably only an hour.  

And it happened -- believe it or not -- never happened before -- but I called "uncle"....... and Sir Steve slowed down -- rubbed a bit -- teased a bit -- till my body was arching towards him again -- silently begging for 'more please Sir' ...

It ended and I was deep in my head -- dancing with my fairies -- hardly aware of the bed or the hour -- but always focused on Sir Steve. 

He stroked my face and whispered softly it was time to sleep -- and I drifted off -- still dancing with my fairies........ and contented.

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However just a side note -- we discovered my falling asleep while still so far in my head is not the best idea.  In the morning I awoke feeling lonely and a little lost.  As is my habit I got up the minute my eyes were open -- not gaining any focus -- or grounding -- and was a bit of a mess when Sir Steve got up.  

Lesson learned -- some quiet snuggling time is needed at the end of an intense play time before my mind drifts off to sleep............ 
 

Play Time

Sir Steve loves knives (one more thing we have in common) and collects them.  A while back I saw a set of knives that caught my eye.  They made me think of dragons -- another passion of Sir Steve's.  So I purchased them........  

I say them because as much as the above picture looks like one knife -- they are actually two -- one fits inside the other in the leather sheaf.

Apart they look like this............. 

Sir Steve has had those knives sitting on his bedside table since I gave them to him.  I will admit to lusting over them -- wanting to feel the cold steel against my skin.  But I never brought it up with him... 'cause he has to want to do knife play for me to really enjoy it.  I want to feed off his desire to mark my body -- off his desire to slide the blade up and down my body -- off his desire to play.

The other night we were joking around after going to bed.... and one thing lead to another -- and the next thing I knew the larger of the two knives was pressed against my skin.... sliding up and down my back -- over my ass -- down my legs.  His strong hand hot against my skin as he held my leg still -- or when he pressed my ass into the bed.... not a word was spoken -- I could hear his breathing -- hear my soft moans... feel the heat building in my body......

The big knife was amazingly and sharp and pricky....... but when Sir Steve switched to the small one I nearly jumped.  It had a much lighter touch -- but ohhhhhhh so sharp!  And it slid so easily between my legs -- playing in my jewelry - sliding ever so carefully between my legs -- his hand holding me open -- exposing my delicate bits to the kiss of the blade. 

In the old days people would comment on how sensual our knife play was -- but the other night we took sensual to a whole new level........ and it was beautiful.

Play time with Sir Steve was always good before -- and is only getting better now there are no rules....... and that my dear friends is a very good thing!

Hot hot hot !

Last night Sir Steve (after torturing my nipples for the second night in a row -- because - we've established - he really really likes nipples!)  brought out the knife... the one from so many years ago that I teased wouldn't cut through warm butter but which actually sliced off my thongs.

Knife play for me is hot -- so very hot! 

The point of the blade traced patterns - pretty patterns - across my torso -- stopping to press against my hard nipples -- I hold my breath -- then the patterns continue -- across my chest ...over my shoulder... down the length of my arm tickling the tip of my middle finger then sliding back up again.  Across my chest again -- stopping to tease and torture the other nipple then sliding over the shoulder and down the other arm.  

Slowly - tantalizingly slowly -- the blade slides down my belly -- I wait -- expecting to feel the tip of the blade poke at my clit jewelry -- but not this time.  This time the blade slides all the way down my thigh - my calf to my toes.  

My mind is dancing in the sparkly lights -- my body is twitching and arching -- wanting / needing to feel the blade against my clit -- sliding over my pussy - knowing one wrong twitch and the play turns from sensually hot to real ouch!

I feel the sharp tip slide into the ring through my clit hood -- it's tight -- pressing against the delicate tissue -- time and space evaporate.......... then smack smack -- the blade of the knife is hitting the jewelry making me whimper (Sir Steve says whine -- but PLEASE -- I do not whine -- I whimper!)  ohhhhhh it feels soooo good - so hot!   and then the blade is playing between my pussy lips -- the occasional sharp pang of hurt -- I wonder if I am bleeding....... but it doesn't worry me -- Sir Steve's knife continues to arouse and tease me -- my hips are thrusting against the blade .... the heat burns inside.............. 

And then the blade is laid aside -- and I slide down Sir Steve's body and take his cock in my mouth -- such sweetness !! 

And now the curtain closes on the end of another delightfully wicked evening in Sir Steve's bed.............. 

 

Scratching an Itch

I have this fetish - one I've had since I was a young girl.  I love knives ...... and I love the feel of the sharp blade against my skin.  

There are many forms of knife play -- and I have yet to find anyone who will actually cut me.   BUT sensual knife play is a good substitute.  I can run any number of fantasies through my head while the knife is sliding across my bare skin -- tickling a nipple -- or leaving tracks down my belly - mostly I fantasize about the point slicing through the top layer of skin -- of blood droplets forming feeling them slowly running down my body.

Hands does not do knives..... actually I know very few Tops or Doms that do do knives.  AND I won't do knife play unless it is with someone I trust with my life -- because quite frankly -- it IS my life at risk.

I do have a married couple - friends - who I visit from time to time.  The husband does sensual knife play.  I hadn't seen them for awhile -- and made plans to go up and visit them over the weekend (with Hands' consent of course) 

There was no promise of knife play -- the only promise that was made was for a good dinner -- lots of discussions and a warm bed. (by myself!!  sheesh you guys !!!)

But as luck would have it -- the wife had a playmate coming over in the evening -- so he and I were left to our own devices for an hour or so.  He brought out the knives and we both had our primal need for sharp blades and lovely red lines engraved in skin fulfilled.

It was a lovely way to spend a wintry evening ........ and a "good scratch at my itch".


 

Memories

Remember my visit to the Heron Clan this summer??

Remember Raheretic gave me a gift of a knife (the one pictured above)???

Well I brought the knife with me on Saturday evening when Warren and I went to the play party. Up to this point it had never been used on me. It worried me a little bit..... It is heavy... very heavy... I think all on it's own it could pierce my body. Honest true I do !! Hold the tip against skin and just let the weight of it press down ....... and BINGO !! pierced.

Well at least that's how my imagination worked.

It was the first thing Warren pulled out of the toy bag on Saturday. I discovered three things about that knife........... it doesn't pierce automatically - but it is heavy and it damn well hurts !!! and is SCARY... I mean it.. it is scary !!! Warren also discovered that my nipples fit through one of the holes very nicely... and all I could think as he was fitting said nipple through the hole - 'just don't let the hole be sharp' - cause it was a tight fit!!

Secondly I discovered - much to my surprise - that that knife packs quite a wallop. Warren turned it on the side and swatted my ass with it. I honestly thought he had grabbed another toy out of the bag. The wallop from the knife bounced me forward and upward. OUCH.. it really did pack quite a thud !!!

Thirdly I discovered it doesn't take any effort at all to make pretty patterns on my body. No going over and over the skin to create patterns, one pass of the blade and the skin separates quite nicely - leaving welts - and every so often a single drop of blood.

AND the patterns last..... it is Tuesday today and I still have faint welts over my back, ass and breasts.

The knife scene on Saturday was intense - at least for me. It is a knife that demands respect.. demands attention... demands concentration.

Here are some of the patterns ............

doesn't my ass look a little bit like it has a spider web carved into it??

I do love knife play - yessirree bob I like knife play !! The edgier the better !! I am wondering if I am heading towards scarification....saw one nice bit of work on Saturday and haven't been able to get the image out of my mind since.........