Oh! & a very happy belated birthday to the lovely Ivy.
Wish I could’ve told you so in person 😉
Shucks, lovely.
knifeplay
Easing out the Kinks, Part Two
When we reached his apartment, Penthouse and I hung around a little bit and caught up. Eventually, we wound up in his bedroom, curled up on his bed with him trying to make me take a nap.
Which, ah, as you may recall, I don’t usually respond well to.
But I hadn’t had a good sleep the night before and Penthouse had a really comfortable bed. Not to mention he held me down and teased my pussy until I promised to take a nap with him.
So, I managed to successfully nap. Except, then I was super cozy and didn’t want to get out of bed. Somehow, even when I’m obedient, I’m still a brat.
Penthouse had brought his knife home and took it out. He teased it over me while I insisted we stay in bed, which quickly turned into whines and pleas for nothing in particular as goosebumps started to rise on my skin.
“Come on,” he said finally and rose to his feet. “Let’s get lunch.” He walked to his dresser and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. “Come here.”
I stared at him, incredulous, but walked over nonetheless.
Cats Don’t Do the Dishes, Part Seven
Once he had finished flogging me, Craftsmate reached up and tilted his lamp so the light hit my cunt. Pulling up a chair, he sat down in front of me and calmly pulled my labia apart. He picked up a roll of duct tape and started to tape me open, securing my labia to the inside of my thighs.
“What are you doing?” I mumbled around the gag. He ignored me and started to tease his fingers over my terribly exposed pussy.
Eventually, he picked up a knife and traced the dull end over my labia, slit and clitoris. I practically jumped through the roof, unable to contain myself as he continued to violate my helpless pussy with his fingers and the knife. I shuddered every time he pushed the dull end against me, my eyes wide and my fingers fluttering uselessly in their bonds.
Cats Don’t Do the Dishes, Part Three
While I was washing the dishes, Craftsmate came over and picked up a knife I had just cleaned. It was long, wide, fairly sharp looking. Without introduction, he reached up and started to tease it over my collarbone.
“Did you use a knife like this the first time you tried knifeplay?” He asked, his voice almost teasing.
I nodded anxiously and set down the glass I was washing. My hands were trembling.
He raised the knife to my throat, “hey. Keep going.” I picked the glass up and started to wash it again as he continued to run the knife over my neck and chest. I could hear the smirk in his voice as he said, “look at you. You’ve got goosebumps.”
I went to put the glass down to dry, but my hand shook and I broke it against the counter. Craftsmate set the knife down and I looked up at him nervously. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not mad,” he replied and started to sweep the glass into the garbage carefully with his hand. “But you’re getting punished for that later, kitty.”
Knife play is considered edge-play by many people and involves the use of knives, daggers, swords etc as a source of physical and mental stimulation. They can be made of various metals or even fiberglass reinforced plastic. Knives are typically used to cut away clothing, scratch skin, cut the skin, or provide sensual stimulation.
*Legally, knife play is considered assault with a deadly weapon*
Knife play can be physically and psychologically erotic. It is also an activity that takes a great amount of care to learn properly. As with any sort of play that can potentially draw blood, extra care needs to be taken around disease. Knife play can be a form of fear play. For example the bottom can be shown a sharp knife and then blindfolded, and a blunt knife used on their skin.
There are 2 different opinions on the sharpness of the blade you should use, especially when you are just starting out. Both are right and work. The duller the knife, the less likely it is to cut someone. However, if a cut is made, then it will be worse than if a sharper knife made the cut. The sharper the knife, the more careful you have to be and this translates into better safety while using the knife. However, since not as much pressure is needed to cut than with a duller knife, an accident is more likely to end up being a cut or puncture.
There are also some common misconceptions around knife play. Knife play isn’t necessarily about cutting, a lot of knife play is about scraping, touching, abrade and rubbing rather than cutting; in saying that cutting does come into some forms of knife play but doesn’t have to.
Technique
There are various techniques you can use to stimulate the bottom in the scene. It is down to your imagination. Here are some ideas:
Putting a knife in the freezer/bucket of ice, you can put a butter knife in the freezer and when you run this over the skin of the bottom it will feel like you are cutting them. If you combine this with other things such as showing your bottom a sharp knife, blindfolding them and then running the cold blade over their skin.
Role playing: again this comes down to the imagination of those involved. Both parties have to buy into the role play for it to be successful. Examples that can incorporate knife play well are interrogation, sacrifice, kidnap, rape, punishments
Another technique is to dip the blade in warm water before running it over the skin in a cutting motion, the warm water trickling onto the skin of the bottom can cause them to feel like they are bleeding.
Using a long blunt blade you can spank/slap your submissive.
Removing clothes with a knife can really help with the fear factor. It is important to note that the clothes you are cutting shouldn’t be ones you want to keep.
You can use the above techniques along with the other types of sensation play such as sensory deprivation.
Safety
Knives must always be in the best condition they can be. Blades should be cleaned before every play session. Wash both the handle and the blade by hand, cleaning can be as simple as rubbing it with a soft cloth, and oiling it lightly with mineral oil, (high carbon steel WILL rust if not given a light coat of mineral oil from time to time) or as involved as scrubbing it with alcohol or germicidal soap prior to it’s use.
Beware of using the same blade on multiple partners without sterilizing it. Never “boil” a knife in oil or water to clean off the germs either. It can ruin the handle, or even warp the blade. It can also impregnate the steel with the oil itself, and cause it to lose some of it’s temper. That means you can no longer keep it sharp.
Nothing above the shoulders. Eyes and facial nerves are impossible to repair if cut or gouged.
When cutting you should pull the blade towards you slowly. Pushing the blade increases the chances of ripping and/or puncturing the skin.
Ivy…
There’s a tag on her post that says “Ivy has been pretty knifey lately”.
Yeah, I’m transparent.
If anybody needs me, I’ll be in my bunk.
Continued from here.
Penthouse tied me down to his bed, pushing my shirt up and tugging my pants off. He slapped my face and I groaned into the gag, feeling the spit start to build up behind the ball. My arms tugged hard at my bonds and I glared up at him as he slapped my breasts through my bra.
“Are you going to tell me where my wallet is?” He asked. He had passed the threshold of annoyance into sternness.
I shook my head and he reached down, slapping me once more.
“Ivy,” he squeezed my nipples. “Where is it?” I shook my head and he reached to the side of the bed, grabbing his knife and flicking it open. Almost instantly, I grew still as he started to run it over my skin. “Are you ready to tell me?” Despite the goosebumps that rose on the back of my neck, I shook my head once more.
He brought the knife down to my stomach and, pushing just hard enough to just leave a mark, wrote the word “whore” on my stomach in thin, capital letters. I’ve never been written on with a knife before and having to hold still through the entire thing was insanity.
“Now, let’s hear where that wallet is,” he said. I just smirked around the ballgag and he shook his head before getting up and walking over to one of his cabinets. “All right, let’s see what I can do to persuade you.”
This.
This I would like to try.
There are moments where I stop and reflect on things.
At this particular instance, I am chilling in bed with Craftsmate.
“Do you know why people like to fuck around with you like this?” he asks.
I am tied up and blindfolded.
Craftsmate is lying behind me, one hand threaded into my hair. His knife is on my throat, teasing over the skin.
Outside my door, I can hear Sunshine open the door to her bedroom, step out in the common room, and walk off to the bathroom.
I suck in my breath and try to stay quiet.
In a few hours, I will need to be up for a meeting with my thesis advisor.
Craftsmate reaches the end of his explanation.
“And being pretty is such a sin.”
I try to reflect back on what the argument was in the first place, but my mind is the fuzz between radio stations.
I could be at the library or asleep or at some other school, living some other life, writing some other entry about something entirely different.
But this, in its triumphs and its embarrassments, is the way my life fell together.
And, one day, I won’t be ashamed.
Both Craftsmate and Penthouse had expressed to me that they were not particularly into knives or knifeplay when I first met them.
Today, both of them texted me on separate occasions to let me know that this is no longer the case. They’re in deep enough that Penthouse has kindled a book on it.
And apparently this is all my fault.
Sorry I’m not sorry?
I like to engage in acts of creative destruction. Never to truly hurt you but rather to startle you into feeling alive.
Photo (by {E}mma)