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Women with Knives

Something about the feminine mystique combined with a sharpened edge…put them together.

I love watching women with knives. I love playing with women with knives. The thrill, electric, powerful, intense.

When I was younger the joy began with a rather twisted partner who took me to her bed with blades. We fucked and cut – soaking the sheets with sweat and blood as I rode her. I remember looking down on her smile, dreamy eyes, the dull gleam of metal and glisten of blood.

A scene that’s sometimes repeated…from time to time.

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The very first play party I attended was in a community house. Each room had been converted into an encapsulated playspace.

Terror play, needle play, flogging, rigging, fisting, sounds, electical play, knife play…. From Thud to Snap to Edge it was there and I was in overdrive.

The scene that I remember most was done on a bed suspended from the ceiling. The sub had at least a hundred needles running through his body. Each needle was carefully tied with delicate line which was fastened to various points above the bed. The needle portion alone was hypnotic, but I laughed aloud when the sadistic fun really started.

The Domme gently began swinging the bed back and forth, each line pulled on each needle.

The sub groaned – deep, low, long. Skin pulled along his frame as the bed tensioned various bits.

Scenes like those make impressions. They define. They make us either run or grin.

This one made me think, drove me to learn and propelled me forward.

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