I have written about knife play several times before. The first time was also for Kink of the week, where I ended with the words: Maybe I should buy Master T a special knife? The second time, I elaborated on that post, and mentioned that Master T had discovered a Swiss army knife and had even used it on me. Only a couple of days later I shared an image of the marks he had left on me, and then in 2016, I shared the same image again.
The Swiss army knife Master T used back then wasn’t that sharp, which meant he had to press down quite hard to make the marks you see on the images. Sadly, I don’t think we will ever use a different (read: sharper) knife, and chances even are that we will never engage in knife play again. The main reason for this is not because we don’t like it (and also not because our D/s is only simmering at the moment), but because of Master T’s tremors. He had them since he was a teenager (his grandfather suffered from it and our youngest occasionally has them too – she’s 21), and they are getting worse with old age. Those of you who we’ve met in real life know that Master T drinks everything with a straw, as the tremors he has are called intention tremors, which means he starts shaking at the end of a movement. If he tries to bring a glass to his mouth without a straw, chances are the drink will be spilled over him, hence the straw.
The tremors at the end of a movement are like a kind of spasm, harsh and totally uncontrollable. I don’t even want to think what would happen if he has a spasm while holding a sharp knife against my skin. It’s always ‘safety first’ and if that means that we will not be able to engage in knife play, so be it.
But, I am still incredibly intrigued by knife play. One thing I still want to experience, is to combine wax play with knife play. I want to know that the knife is sharp; I want to know that there’s the ‘danger’ of being cut. I want to feel the tension as the wax is scraped from my body, bit by bit. I want to relax into the feeling, even while my body is on edge and my mind fully aware of what is happening. Maybe there comes a day that I can experience this. Maybe there will be a day that Master T drips hot wax on my body, and someone else handles the sharp knife to get the wax off again.
This will always be one of my fantasies, and while I wait for that to happen one day, I will just keep on reading about knife play sessions others had, and remember my own desires.
© Rebel’s Notes