Power

Her whole body shuddered again as another orgasm raced through her. How many times had it been now? She’d tried to count in her head but she’d long since lost track.

Then it stopped again, she relaxed, trying to prepare herself for the enslaught on her senses that she knew would inevitably come again. She moved her head very slightly, in fact that was the only part of her body she was able to move. He’d tied her tight, face down on her bed. A small remote control vibrator buried deep in her swollen cunt.

She was conscious of him standing over her. She had a fair idea of what was about to happen and once again she felt her body shudder as the cold steel blade touched the top of her spine. She buried her face in the pillow as he scrapped the blade slowly and methodically over her shoulder blades. She bit down on the pillow to stifle her moans as he ran the point down the entire length of her spine. And then it was gone.

Catching her breath she imagined him standing behind her, his cold blue eyes staring at her, watching for her reactions, seeing if she’d react. She knew fine well if she did he’d prolong things even further. He was teasing her with his inaction and leaving her to wonder what would happen next. Lost in her own intimate world with his hand firmly guiding her.

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Hurt

Tell me what you most crave. 

Tell me your deepest darkest desires. 

Bring them to me knowing each one will be fulfilled and more.

Are your shivers fear?

Anticipation?

Desire?

Tell me what’s going through your mind as I lift  your face to look into my eyes. 

What do you see behind my blue eyes? 

The gentle quiet brooding man, the man who cares for the little lost girl at his feet?

The snarling sadist? 

The one who’s pleasure is derived from extracting every exquisite ounce of pleasure by marking every inch of your pristine skin.

The one who ensnares your mind with his words?

The one who owns your body with his fiery touch and cruelty?

Or the one who’s tender touch protects your soul from all your demons?

Tell me what you most crave?

Pride

Standing over you, watching, listening to you breathing. 

Sweat from me drips onto your skin, intermingles with the rope and the vivid red visible on your pale skin. 

The controlled raw brutality of the past few hours now gently ebbing from me. Calm now taking it’s place. Not just calm though.

Pride.

The scowl, dark, brooding, so long a permanent fixture on my face has been replaced by a smile.

In these arms

She had been giving him the grand tour of the house. He was actually quite enjoying it. It was fun and she was good company as he had come to discover. He knew fine well though she was saving the best till last. The large dark foreboding attic at the top of the house. She had teased him about it, calling it her own private playroom. To say he was looking forward to visiting it with her was an understatement.

They walked upstairs and as they walked into the attic he felt very at home. It was dark and atmospheric. Very bare and minimalist. Dotted around were carefully positioned candles. They gave the whole room a very dark Gothic atmosphere. Coupled with the scent from them and the  heat of a warm summer evening it was an intoxicating combination.

He was quite taken with the place. He tried to conceal it but a ghost of a smile flickered on his face. She obviously spotted it too as she had a knowing smile as she looked up at him before bowing her head formally.

He walked over to her and ran his fingers through her long dark hair before grabbing a handful and jerking back her head. She gasped audibly as he kissed her. A raw, harsh aggressive kiss that hinted of the mood that was building rapidly inside him. As their eyes met, he noted the defiance in hers. Her teeth clamped down firmly on his bottom lip. This was no gently nibble though. He didn’t react but he could now taste the blood welling in his mouth. For maybe 20 seconds she was firmly fixed before releasing him. He stepped back and looked at her. Once again she dropped her eyes to the floor. He uttered a single word “strip”.

He turned and began his usual routine. He slowly stripped until he was wearing only his jeans and then started to unpack the toy bag. All the time controlling his breathing and getting himself ready.

He turned to face her now. She was naked in front of him, eyes cast down once more. He reached into his bag and took a short length of thin rope. He walked slowly behind her, his eyes fixed the whole time. Again he grabbed her long dark hair though this time he used the rope to tie the thick hair into a rough ponytail.

He walked back to his bag and withdrew several large neat coils of rope and a thick leather collar. She instinctively raised her chin and he slowly and carefully fastened it around her neck. He began uncoiling the rope. He bent down and put his mouth to her ear. “Slow dance” he whispered cryptically. The smile that spread over her face was infectious. Indeed he had to turn away or he may have found himself grinning!

He began with his work. He moved slowly and methodically, each wrap round her torso perfectly positioned. Each one tight enough just to bite into her skin but not enough to hurt too much. He noted the little shivers running through her body and the gentle purrs from her mouth every so often.

Once satisfied with the harness on her he began work on her wrists. Binding both carefully before raising her arms over her head and looping the rope over the hook in the ceiling.

There she was, all his, in his hands. He placed his hand under her chin and raised her head to look in her eyes. He could see already the dreamy look in them. She was in her happy place already. He placed his hand around her neck and kissed her hungrily once more before tying a blindfold around her eyes.

He took his large curved knife and scraped it over her skin, noting with satisfaction her soft moans. He traced the tip down her body slowly, taking his time. As he reached her hip he nicked the tip into her skin drawing blood. A warm dreamy smile spread over her face as the blood trickled from her skin. He dipped his finger in it and painted marks on her face before placing his finger between her lips.

He ran the knife down between her legs, dragging the blade through the thick bush of pubic hair, letting the cold steel linger. Her body was now a series of shivers. He knew how much pleasure or pain she was experiencing, she would never make a sound.

He knew now what they both wanted. Slowly he withdrew the leather belt from his jeans. Wrapping it round his hand he lifted it to her face and watched as she inhaled the scent of the new leather deep within her nostrils. He withdrew it and didn’t pause as he swung it hard against her buttocks. Her whole body convulsed. He swung it again quickly, again the same reaction but with a soft deep purr from deep inside her. Several more times he swung the belt and he watched her body going more and more limp.

He dropped the belt and picked up the knife once more. Slicing through the ropes to free her she seemed to melt into his arms. He sat down on the bare floorboards of the attic and pulled her close into his arms. Both their minds on fire. She breathed heavily, her face buried in his chest. Her safe place.

Skin on skin

You think I didn’t notice don’t you? You think that sultry look over the top of your glasses will save you but you’ve played that card once too often young lady! I saw that look of defiance in your eyes. You were goading me. You forget, I always watch your eyes.

I pick up my crop and twirl it in my hands in front of your face. The faintest of shivers runs through your naked submissive form at my feet. I know how much you dislike the crop and you know how much I like to taunt you with it. Two can play that game, the difference is that I play the game better because I make the rules.

I slip the slim leather of the crop under your chin and raise your head. Not looking so defiant now are you? Good, you’ve remembered your place. I continue to raise the crop until you are on your feet. You stand before me naked, slightly taller than me, modestly trying to cover yourself with your arms. I admire every inch of your curves as I walk behind you. I notice you visably relax……it’s at this point I deliver a sharp slap on each of your buttocks. You scream, mostly out of surprise as I have been relatively gentle. I walk back round to face you and you notice my smirk. I can see you’re thinking of saying something but think better of it.

You drop to your knees, obviously happy at what you see as a “reprieve” and start to unbuckle my belt but I stop you. “Only good girls get to do that. You know as well as I do what happens to bad girls”.

I sit down and I note with pleasure and a little pride that you don’t even have to be told what to do next. You drape your body perfectly over my knees, your backside, pristine and white save for a red mark on each cheek positioned perfectly.

I feel your body tense in anticipation of what you are about to recieve so I wait. I wait until you wonder if I’m going to do it at all. The moment I feel your body relax I deliver the first double slap, quick and hard. You scream, not out of surprise this time but because they were delivered with force. The red outlines of my hand are already visable on your backside as I deliver the second double slap, just as firmly. This time there is no scream. I know you’re doing your best not to and once again admiration swells in me. A final hard double slap is delivered harder than the previous. Again there is no sound.

You feel me move and you realise we are finished. You slide to the ground at my feet and I lean down to kiss your head. My good girl once more.

Temptation

The moment she did it she instantly regretted it. She had a habit of pushing her luck. He called it “Poking the bear”. She’d never heard the phrase before but somehow it seemed to fit. It was her way. She knew if she pushed it up to a point it would lead to a spanking, maybe he’d even use his belt on her if she was really lucky. Tonight though it was different…….

It had started much the same as any other night he came to stay. He’d walked into her house, greeted her with his customary few words of “Hiya lassie”. A man of few words but as always, an affectionate warmth behind them all the same.

He was dressed, as usual, in his trademark black. Tight black jeans, her favourite studded leather belt, black biker boots, faded Motley Crue t-shirt and his battered old leather jacket. She always teased him about being an 1980’s throwback but the truth was it suited him. It was understated, rugged and masculine.

She had done her usual when he got in and launched herself at him. She was always pleased when he came to stay, indeed she hated the fact they couldn’t spend more time together. He seemed to wince slightly but continued just to hold before shaking off his rucksack and jacket. He pulled off his faded t-shirt and she instinctively buried her face in his chest hair, inhaling his scent. Her eye was drawn to the bright ring which adorned his left nipple.

And that’s when it happened. She knew she shouldn’t but she was just not able to stop herself. She took it between her teeth, all the while looking up at his face and yanked it firmly, in truth a little more firmly than she had intended!

His face didn’t react at all but she felt his body stiffen instantly. For an agonising few seconds time seemed to stand still. She knew she’d gone too far. She dropped to her knees at his feet and bowed her head. “I’m so sorry” she said over and over. She looked up at him, the bastard was smirking! “Don’t apologise” he muttered, “I know what a brat you are and you wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation”. She should have known, she thought to herself, Him and his twisted sense of humour!

He backed away from her uttering a single word, “strip”. She knew better than to push her luck by speaking any more and was quickly naked and back on her knees, head bowed before him.

There was no sound from the room except for the sound of her breathing and his footsteps on the laminate floor. He paced slowly, deliberately round her submissive form in front of him. Watching, gauging, taking in every breath, every little movement of her body. She had no idea how long this went on for. She became aware of him standing just in front of her. She didn’t even look up as she heard the unmistakable sound of his belt being undone. She felt herself flush and her heart beat faster. This was exactly what she craved. She jumped as it clattered to the ground in front of her, quickly followed by a large length of perfectly plaited rope. She was doing her best to contain herself when she became aware of him stopped in front of her. She could feel his eyes burning into her.

She looked up at him, his face was a picture of concentration but still had his slight knowing smirk. He had his large knife in his hand and she could see he was scoring and nicking the leather end of a very large crop. He looked down at her “Aww, did you think I was going to use my belt lassie? That’s only for when you’re a good girl. Do you think you’ve been a good girl?” he asked her, his voice positively dripping with sarcasm.

She dropped her head once more, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her disappointment. He placed the end of the crop under her chin and raised her head so she was looking at him. His demeanour had suddenly changed. “Assume the position” he growled quietly and firmly.

She was about to protest but she thought better of it. She moved herself into position over the sofa and waited for what was coming. He, as usual seemed in no hurry. He seemed content to let the burning ache build up inside her to the point where she would beg. Indeed that seemed to fire him up even more.

She looked round at him. He was still dressed in his jeans but had removed his boots and socks. She turned her head back and he chose that moment to bring the crop down hard against her exposed flesh. She screamed and swore as it connected. Oh how she hated the concentrated sting of the crop but the mix of pleasure and pain was already taking over her. “What have I told you about unladylike language lassie”? he growled at her. “ You told me it will get me fucked twice as hard you sadistic bastard!” she screamed back defiantly!

He laughed, a deep growling laugh “You learn damn quick and I love that defiance in you!” he said.

It spurred him though. The crop connected in a series of rapid hits. She said nothing, she was determined not to give him the satisfaction. Even as the first orgasm hit her body she remained composed. Daring him in her own way to push further. She wanted to scream a stream of obscenities at him, she wanted to goad him but her best defiance was to show him nothing. Another powerful orgasm hit her. He seemed to sense this and stopped. She knew exactly what he’d be doing at this moment. He never had a camera when they were together but she knew he’d be taking a mental picture of the marks he’d placed on her. Storing them for future use as he put it!

She heard rustling as he took off his jeans.

“Well my little smart arse”, he muttered, “you’ve had your fun, time for me to take mine”.  She groaned as without warning she felt his weight on her and him inside her. She knew, the mood he was in that this would be anything but gentle and so it proved. He was growling again, in his primal, have to have you right now mood. She felt the fire building again in her as he slammed hard and fast inside her. He had a fistful of her long hair in his hand. Oh how she wanted to cum right now. She felt his speed building, his full weight now fully pinning her to the sofa. Her body was screaming for him to say the words. She didn’t know how much more she could take then he yanked her head back and growled in her ear “cum for me now”……….

They both collapsed onto the sofa. Both panting, even he had a trace of a grin on his face. He held her for a while before standing up. She stood and made to move to the kitchen. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. “I haven’t even started with you!”  In an instant he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, slapped her ass hard and started walking to the bedroom. She screamed, partly from surprise, partly from laughing. She was a big girl but this was his party trick. She knew his back would be sore in the morning but she knew the quiet dark man meant exactly what he said.

Cuts like a knife

****Let me start this post with a little warning to you all. It’s not just a snappy title, this post is about knives and knife play. I know for many of you, indeed I have close friends, for whom this subject is a massive trigger. If you fall into that category then you might want to leave. The last thing I want to do is upset anyone.****

OK, that’s the first warning out of the way. Now a few more so please bear with me. I’m not writing this as an instructional blog. I’ve been playing with knives for a great many years but I am still learning. There are many people out there far more qualified than me to instruct. I’m merely sharing my thoughts and opinions on a subject that has always fascinated me immensely.

Safety is always going to be paramount. Remember what you are dealing with hear. A metal object whose primary function is to cut. It’s not something I’d recommend to anyone inexperienced. Also let’s not forget the basic hygiene element. Now personally I’ve been monogamous pretty much all my life. Any knife, indeed any toy is bonded as soon as it’s been used so it’s not so much of an issue. It never touches another human. It’s something worth remembering from a health point of view if you’re in a poly relationship. Another good idea is a basic first aid kit near to hand. It doesn’t matter how skillful you think you are, accidents can happen.

For me the greatest aspect of knife play is the sheer amount of trust involved. I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating, you have something in your hand that is not only capable of scarring for life the person you care about but potentially ending that life. Just stop and let that thought sink in! Never forget exactly what is in your hand. There is never any room for cockiness or complacency. Respect the blade at all times.

Total control over your partner, this is a tremendous thrill. She is totally at your mercy. The physiological effects are immediate. Nothing else I can think of has such an effect so quickly. You can see and feel her trembling, partly out of excitement, partly out of fear. Despite all the trust she’s shown you, you can still see the fear burning in her eyes. “There’s no fun without the fear” was a phrase someone recently used when discussing knife play and I think that is a totally accurate description. It plays heavily to my sadistic side. We both know, deep down I’m never going to hurt her but that doesn’t alter the thrill that the fear gives to both of us.

Something that gets me every time(though can get to be damned expensive if you get carried away) is the sound and feeling of cutting her clothes and underwear off. The first cut as the knife bites into the material, the sound as it slowly cuts through it. More shivers running through her body.

All this before the blade has even properly come into contact with her skin! That first touch though…….this is when it really starts to get intense. The first touch is usually when even the brattiest of bottoms realises that shit just got real! Turning the flat of the blade over against her cheek, watch the reaction in her eyes!

Tracing it lightly across her throat, maybe even applying a little more pressure. The soft dance of the point and the edge across her skin. Stopping to draw shapes on her skin with the point. Delicately caring your initials in her breasts and ass(love this). Touching the flat of the blade or a blunter edged knife against her cunt. I could go on and on but you get the idea. The possibilities are limited only by your imagination, skill and obviously by any pre determined limits she may have.

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A few recent aquisitions

To finish I’ll say this, get to know your knives. Don’t just grab the first one that comes to hand. Know how sharp each one is and how they behave in your hand. I’ve been around blades most of my adult life, indeed I still use an old fashioned open razor to shave. I can put any kind of edge on most blades, but I never fall into the trap of complacency. As you can see from the picture, there’s a couple of identical knives there. These are colour coded so I know in an instant exactly what I have in my hand. The red handle has a wickedly sharp edge whereas the black has a far more dull edge. Little things like that make all the difference.

It’s primal, it taps into the sadistic side of the wielder and the fear of the “victim”. It can be incorporated into any scene. My current preference is to have my sub unrestrained and let the fear do the work of holding her in place but it works just as well when she is bound. It can be as light or as hardcore as you desire.

It’s fair to say that it really is a hard limit for an awful lot of people. It’s undoubtedly one of the most polarising kinks we have. Done properly though it can be one of the most rewarding in my humble opinion. Just never lose sight of exactly what you’re holding in your hand.

Falling down

It’s the dead of night. All is quiet in the world. There’s the soft sounds of sleep coming from the bed beside you. It’s been a good night all round in fact. The scene from earlier is still fresh in your mind. It was long, deeply intense, exhausting both physically and mentally, even quite brutal in places but both of you got exactly what you wanted or needed.

You’ve spent a great deal of time with your girl afterwards. Holding her, reassuring her, tending to her bruised body and in my case, providing her with copious amounts of Irn bru!(that’s a popular Scottish soft drink for non British readers). Maybe even, as is a habit of mine, just sitting beside her, watching over her as she falls asleep. Basically nursing her back to earth, easing her drop. Reminding her that she is the only thing that matters at this time. That she is valued above all. In short, being her safe place. She’s willingly given herself to you to be used as you see fit. It’s the very least she deserves.

Does that all sound familiar? I would hope so. It’s the very bare minimum any Dom/Top should be providing for his sub. Anything less and they really shouldn’t be involved in BDSM. My question is, what about Him? Where does he go once the rush has worn off and alone with his thoughts?

Anyone involved in the lifestyle knows about sub drop. There have been countless articles written about it by people far more clever and articulate than me. I’m kinda moving into personal territory here so bear with me if I ramble.

It’s something I rarely experienced until fairly recently. Yeah there was always the low, especially after you had left and gone about your daily business. That’s perfectly natural.

What really gets me, when a bad drop happens is the feeling of self doubt. This might sound trivial but for me it is very unusual. It manifests itself in thought like “Is she OK?”, “ Did I push her too far tonight”?”. These are questions I already know the answers to having taken care to make sure of both of them but I’ve always hated the idea of doubting myself. The utter feeling of, for want of a better word, hollowness. Almost that your raison d-etre has vanished.

I think half the problem is that it’s a subject that is rarely touched upon. After all, we’re supposed to be the strong ones.  It’s something I’ve never dreamed of telling my sub. Not because of some silly macho ideal, simply because I would rather not burden her with the idea that I may not be at the top of my game when she needs me most. Maybe that is a failing on my part.

After one ‘drop’ happened earlier this year I confided in a close(sub) friend. She pointed out to me that I had to have some self focus and that by not taking care of myself, I was potentially letting down my sub. I instantly saw knew it was a huge failing on my part.

And therein lies the key I think. It’s not selfish to think of yourself. I’m not for a second suggesting ignoring a subs needs in favour of my own. My instinct wouldn’t let me do that even if I wanted to. Maybe just a few more minutes thinking of me and letting myself come down gently will help. Or maybe just being even more open.

I’ve often heard it said that subdrop is different for everyone so I guess that “domdrop” must be quite similar. All I can say is I’m glad it doesn’t happen often.

Control

He woke quite suddenly, a tangled mass of limbs and duvet. Oh well he thought, at least he’d slept for once. As he came to, his senses started to kick in. He became aware of an aroma filling his nostrils. A mixture of Fahrenheit, Allure and sex. In that instant he smiled inwardly and remembered where he was.

The vivid memories of last night came flooding back to him. Her body restrained fully and under his control, just the way he liked it. How he had held her on the edge of orgasm for over two hours. The sadistic pleasure of watching her, the frustration growing by the minute. Almost daring her to react. He had to admit, he admired her self control. For so long he could see in her face that she wanted to cry out, beg even to be allowed to cum.

In the end she had lost her composure and called him an evil twisted cunt! He grinned to himself as he remembered how he’d feined shock. “Now now, there’s no need for such unladylike language” he’d said in a mocking tone. “I think we’ll have to continue for a while until you can be more civil”.

Eventually she gave in and begged him to let her cum. In the short time he’d known her he’d never seen her climax with such ferocity! He smiled again to himself at the memory of her launching herself at him when he’d untied her. A wildcat would probably have been an accurate description. They were a blur of nails, teeth and lust. By the time they’d drifted off to sleep finally, they were both more than a little sore.

He untangled himself from the duvet and walked to the bathroom. She was in the shower. He stood watching her, admiring her. The teeth marks that covered her breasts showing vividly. Good luck explaining those he thought to himself! She stepped out of the shower. Yeah, they were vivid. He grabbed her, her naked wet flesh against his. “Don’t be getting any ideas Mr, some of us have to leave for work in 20 minutes”

So 20 minutes later she was climbing into her car and he was pulling on his helmet. Once again getting the combined aroma of her perfume and his aftershave. He was about to start the bike when she rolled down her window. “Do you ever do gentle”? she asked. “I’ll Google it when I get home” he replied. She laughed a deep throaty laugh as she pulled out the driveway.