A Question of Knife Play

Today we have some questions about one of my all time favorite forms of "play"...Seriously, sometimes he dangles the "threat" in front of me like crack. Works every time...

Roz asked:

"What it is about knife play that you like.  Are their specific aspects of it that tweak you?"

Oh geez, I'm a knife whore at heart--have been since before I even had a concept of "kink". I think that what I love about knife play, (besides an overall fascination with knives and swords in general) is the threat--one little intentional or accidental slip and...

It's a heady mixture, being fucked with a knife to one's throat. It tends to throw all internal concepts of consent out the door. While it is a very physical "threat", it can also be a bit of a mind-fuck.
I enjoy the pain of a knife dragging across my skin. Though, this enjoyment is really limited to knives--not any sharp object will do, and I will run from a pair of scissors faster than most people think I can move! More like nails on a chalkboard than an object of excitement, I guess...

We are taught as kids that knives are dangerous, (because they are) and I think that perception carries over quite nicely into knife play.

"I'm curious about care of the 'implements'.  Are they reserved solely for this activity and not for anything else? what about the maintenance of them ... cleaning, sterilizing, sharpening etc?"

We do have a couple of knives in our toy box--a large skinning knife and a smaller, sharper version. Though he has been known to come after me with a large kitchen knife upon occasion...Honestly, for me, the bigger and sharper the better.

He really hates blood. To the point where he won't even watch medical shows with me--if it's supposed to be inside the body, and it's not him pissing all over me, he's out. I also have a tendency to scar quite impressively, so our knife play doesn't tend to involve any actual cutting (his preference). Since our play doesn't usually involve blood, I've never been terribly concerned with sterilizing them (though the responsible person hiding in my dark little heart does say it's always good to sterilize everything whenever possible). How I clean them is also often dependent on exactly where they have been...I usually just clean them with hot water and dish soap like I would any kitchen knife used for cutting meat.

 As I said, we have two knives in the toy box--one fairly dull, and the other he keeps quite sharp. As a general rule, he won't sharpen my kitchen knives because I'm notoriously good at attempting to cut off digits while slicing vegetables.

"What parts of the body are 'fair game' for knife play?  Are there taboo areas?"

I can't speak for anyone else here, but all parts of my body are fair game. As a general rule, he always treats my scars like delicate china, and avoids them at all costs--they are extremely painful, sensitive to touch, and prone to being easily irritated.

Other than that...The more "Taboo" the area, the more I like it. A fact which he has no problem holding over my head and using to make me squirm in the way that only liking something which seems terribly wrong can do. I'm pretty much happy to offer up any and all parts and holes when it comes to knives...Well, I like to think that nose, ears, and belly button are off limits to all things but he does like to mess with me sometimes just because he knows I hate anything touching any of those areas (don't care if it's a feather, come near my belly button and I will do anything possible to get out of it).

Thank you for the inspirations! I hope that I addressed your questions sufficiently.

Defining Extremes

I swear that I have written something with this exact same title before...Oh well, if I can't remember, then you shouldn't either!

I read a post yesterday that got me thinking about extremes. Specifically, how we define extremes.

I have been called extreme...But I don't see it. When I think of extremes, I think of having your tits nailed to a board, of my darker fantasies that will most likely never come to life, of...Things we just don't do, I guess.

For me, the cane is extreme (I hates it, I hates it, did I mention that I hate it?). For others, it is a walk in the park.
For me, knives are fun. Oh yes, reduce me to a panting, wet, begging, mess...I digress though...For others, knives are extreme.
For me, too extreme is whatever Alpha says it is.
For some people, getting pissed on is a hard limit. For me, it is like a gateway to subspace.
And so on...

So how do we definitively define extremes, and separate them into categories of black and white?
We don't.
Because extreme, much like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.
We define extremes for ourselves. Then the extremes that we go to are defined by our Dominants.

I doubt that people come through and shudder at the content of my blog, defining me as extreme--because I don't think that I am. But that is, of course, by my own definition and perception.
There's also a notable lack of anonymous dropping in to "save" me. So that probably contributes to my previous assumption...

It's funny though, while the kinky section of Blogland is pretty open and accepting, the more you wander, the more likely you are to encounter two very opposing views on extremes--damn near everything is too extreme, or "I am more extreme than you, therefore I'm better". These days, both approaches just make me shake my head.

The most extreme I get, is being willing to do whatever he wants.

Dreams, space, and sadists

i had so many dreams last night. i only remember one of them though. i was tripping. Sitting in M's lap and absolutely flying. The funny thing is, it's exactly how i felt before i passed out. i was so deep in space that words seemed like an unnecessary construct of mankind and 2 word sentences felt like a huge, if totally unimportant, achievement. For a few minutes, i actually thought i was going to pass out. i find it rather terrifying being that far down. Yet, at the same time, i enjoy it immensely. There is no freedom quite like losing all control and sense of self.

Being that far under is very much like edge play for me. Edge play is like 24/7 D/s--everyone has their own definition and will fight to the teeth to get someone else to come around and see that their opinion of it is correct. Personally, i define edge play as something that pushes the edges of what a person defines their limits to be. Going beyond one's personal comfort level and balancing on the precipice of that eternal abyss. For some, knife play is edge play, to me, it's just fun. For some, being so far down into space that they have no concept of reality or surroundings, and look and feel like they are on really good drugs is just fun--to me it's playing on the edge. That's why i think it's important to not allow our personal opinions define our definitions of things. Some stuff simply cannot be captured with a label, cannot be defined by the mere construct of the words we speak, cannot be placed in the various boxes we use to tell us where things belong.

Okay, my philosophical musings have been frozen out of me lol. i've been up stoking the fire for an hour and it's a whopping 58 degrees in my living room. i miss summer already.
On a more reality based note, my Husband is a sadistic bastard. i'm okay with that, and it's an affectionate insult, not a barb at His personality. i read somewhere once that most subs were attracted to and fascinated by sadists, but failed to realize that a sadist loves watching you squirm and is usually willing to go above and beyond in their efforts to get that reaction. That, far beyond physical pain, they often get off most on what makes a submissive uncomfortable and well, squirmy lol. The more M unleashes that part of myself, the more i agree with that thought. He enjoys the pleasure/pain reaction He gets from the physical aspects of it, yet finds the mental aspects much more entertaining and rewarding. The mindfuck is what gets Him off i think. me, the mental aspects just make me want to hide under a rock lol. i am sure that one day soon, i will write about the particular incident that inspired this train of thought, but i'm not feeling like that much of a masochist today lol.
For now, i'm going to go put more wood on the fire and fantasize about warm summer days in the sun...