K is for Kink & More

For this year’s A-Z Challenge I decided to focus on things that I have come across during our 5 years of active kink, and share my experiences and things I have learned, my opinion or things I am curious about. In each post I am using an image that has been used on my blog before, with a link to the original post.

Continued from… J is for Just do it!

Kink

This entire series for the A-Z Challenge is about kink – my kinks or kinks I am curious about. My kinks don’t have to be the same as others. We are all unique creatures and we all like different things. Yes, some things we like are the same, but not all things are the same. Your kink doesn’t have to be my kink and vice versa. It all boils down to respect. If you like something I don’t, I will not judge you for it, and I expect you to not judge me for the things I like.

Have you ever wondered what exactly kink is? When are you kinky? Don’t all people have some kind of kink in them, even if they live in relationships that the world label as ‘normal’ or ‘vanilla’? Isn’t being ‘normal’ or ‘vanilla’ a kink of its own? Just a thought I want to put out there…

Kidnapping

I have written about interrogation for the letter I and have mentioned that I do have a kidnapping fantasy. This, however, is another fantasy that I don’t think will ever come out. You see, the moment a kidnapping happens I will more or less know that I am safe, which takes out the fear element from it all. And it’s the fear element that intrigues me, in combination with sex of course. So I think this is another fantasy that should be just that… a fantasy.

Kneeling

There is something about kneeling that brings out the submissive in me. No, that’s not right. I am submissive at all times and I love to kneel at his feet to show it. I feel content on my knees; it makes me feel happy. There was a time when we experimented with different kneeling positions, but after I hurt my ankles, I cannot kneel in some of those positions anymore and other positions get painful and uncomfortable quite quickly. I also fondly remember the times Master T mafe me kneel, waiting for him in the bedroom. I wish I could do that again. However, this doesn’t mean I never kneel anymore. I still like to kneel at his feet when Master T is in his recliner, watching television. And when I feel his hand on my head… bliss!

Knife Play

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Original post: Red, red and red
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I think I have mentioned somewhere that Master T had been looking to buy a new knife, a scary one that he wants to use for knife play. We have engaged in this in the past and the feeling of fear mixed with excitement is intoxicating. A couple of times Master T has left bright red cuts in my buttocks, and those had been there for months. Not as bright red cuts, but white lines, as my body takes quite some time to heal properly. The last time he cut me was when my blog turned five. Nine or ten months later he spanked me and the V that was on my bottom showed again. Because of this, cutting will never be on a place where I don’t want scars (for example: my breasts), or on any visible part of my body.

If you want to engage in knife play, please make sure that you read about it, talk about it and always keep all safety precautions in mind.

To be continued… L is for Limits & More

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