Sharpness

I was laying in the middle of my bed reading. I had gotten instructions during the day to find something that could be destroyed. He had asked me also how I felt about knife play. I was appropriately dressed, reclining on the bed, reading some trashy romance novel, anxiously awaiting Him. We were both well aware we were on borrowed time.

I didn't hear Him come in. It should have frightened me, but it didn't. How someone His size can move so silently is beyond me, but He does. His presence is one of those that is usually noticable. You don't miss that He is around. He isn't loud, but He has one of those commanding presences that you simply can't help but notice. I was a little shocked that He managed to get as far as into my bedroom door before I knew He was here. He is always welcome though.

Before I go any further, I should probably share a little information. Yes, I allow Him to do things that many would consider risky. Yes, some of our play is potentially dangerous. I trust Him though. Whenever I ask Him to stop something, He does, immiediately. He does often push my personal boundaries, but He is familiar enough with me that He can tell when it's ok and when it isn't. The issues that are really stressful for me though, He doesn't remotely touch unless we have thoroughly discussed it numerous times. We really don't have safe words, but He is continously checking me mentally and physically to be sure I am ok. Back to the story now.

He came into the bedroom as if He owned the place, and in some ways, He does. He's my master. Knowing Him, I knew He was a little nervous about this, but that He wanted it. He told me to turn over as I had been laying on my stomach. I saw Him reach into the toy bag on my headboard. I suddenly was blindfolded. I admit I was nervous, but that is a big part of the game. The next thing I knew, not only was I blindfolded, but I was tied up. This was a first. I was well aware He had gotten a new knife for work, and I recognized the sound as it clicked open. I got pretty wet pretty quickly. Him being there was enough, but with the forcefulness, the blindfold, and the bondage, I was all His, and my body responded accordingly.

I could definitely feel the blade as he sliced through the shirt, the shorts, the panties, and bra. My clothes were left on my body but He cut access to the parts He was most interested in. Foreplay is an area Master is extremely talented in. Torture is something He's good at. He is a true Master at drawing things out, at pushing someone past their limits. That night, He definitely did that. He forced me to cum, over and over, until I was begging for mercy. Then He explianed that I could cum all I wanted, but He had to be in me in some way. I tried commenting that His fingers already were, but that simply earned me the reward of them being removed until I remembered my place. He then pushed my head back toward the part of His body that He wanted me focused on, and resumed playing with my body with His hands.

When I finally just couldn't take it anymore, I was begging for mercy. He grabbed my laptop and started playing with it, basically ignoring me laying there tied up. Once in a while He would touch me, just enough to ensure my body wouldn't lose the high. He has a phenominal sense of timing. Just when I would start to come down a little, He would stimulate me and off I would go, a panting, squirming bundle of almost orgasmic nerves. Finally, just when I started to begin to have circulation issues with my hands, He untied me. I snuggled up and played with His body and He of course played with mine. Eventually the open mouthed breathing got to me, and I said I wanted some water.

I started to roll off the bed. Right as I got to my back, He landed on top of me. With the pleasure He brought me, I easily forgot about needing the water until much later, when we were both well satisfied.