Knife Play, Blood and Blade Marks…

Knife play is essentially sensation play plus fear play. It’s the pointy blade of a sharp knife running on the soft skin of a little willing victim. Running over nips and tits. Pressing into the soft skin of the inner thigh spreading apart those legs to expose that drippy mess. Losing the tip of the blade in a wet messy cunt then running it across their neck. “Don’t move baby wouldn’t want me to slice that pretty neck open would you doll? Does being scared make you wet or did you not feel the blade open you up? Maybe that’s the slick mess you’re feeling between your legs.”

Blood play, the intentional slicing or puncturing of skin to make blood present itself. But for these purposes we’re talking about blade work. You’ve consented, but you’re scared. It’s normal. There’s intent now. It’s not a prop. You look up at your Dominant's face and there’s a bit less amusement than during knife play. Well after all now there’s a purpose. That purpose is to make you bleed. The swing of a hunting knife, the slide of a steak knife or the fine pain of having the tip of a scalpel just pierce the skin to open you right up. These practices are intimate, close, intense, consuming… I love the rich burgundy color of blood as it rises from the skin shimmering in the sun. I love looking down and seeing the blood on my hands.

Blade marks, alas what’s all this fun without leaving something to remember me by.. Marks of ownership are absolutely a huge part of the lifestyle and power exchange dynamics. Marks are badges of honor for the wearer and points of pride for the Dominant invited to places them on their sub’s bodies. Pain is transcending and giving, its holistic and many times healing. Cuts last.. They last longer than more traditional marks like bruising. They are wounds that heel but will always leave even the most faint of physical reminders. It’s not like scraping “Mike was here” into a tree its much more scraping “Mike lives here” into a tree. It’s a declaration that this is my home, its my place, its my palace, its my church, do not fuck with it, do not mess it, its mine in the complete sense. It is not for everyone; it demands clarity of thought and consent. But beyond that its high kink, intense power exchange and intimate as fuck.

Everyone of these marks signified a meaningful, intimate and unique moment between us. My Mouse, my muse.