There is something very beautiful about an edge – shiny, slender and dangerous. A knife can be an elegant tool in sensual BDSM or a vicious threat in more severe edge play. Like me I suppose you can never tell which it will be from moment to moment.
Imagine a submissive tied to a chair. He is naked, his arms are secured behind him and his ankles to the legs of the chair. He might be hooded – so he cannot see what I am about to do to him – or he may be left with his eyes open so he can savour the sight of the sharp blade moving over his oh so delicate skin. It is dark and I am somewhere in the room, stalking him with my blade out ready. Delicate scratches on his skin, slight pricks with the point. Not enough to mark, not enough to draw blood, but enough to know it is there and it could go deeper if I chose. It’s not as if he can do anything to stop me.
I may use my knife to tickle his balls or trace my name on his cock with the point. Maybe he will beg me to stop and I will ask him what he will give me if I promised to do so. What would you offer a cruel Dominatrix who has a knife to your balls? Everything? Eternal service? Something from her wishlist perhaps? Whatever you offer, it may not be enough.
If you want to feel my blade, you can send me an e-mail on firstname.lastname@example.org. My chair and blade awaits.