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Sinful Sunday – Knife to meet you

Unfortunately, while I did have a couple of excellent play sessions at the ‘Shed last weekend, I did not get any pictures. Neither Lucy nor I received any lasting marks and photography is strictly forbidden in the dungeon, so photos during play are impossible.
However, yesterday was one of our local munches, immediately followed by a play party. I was made into a puddle not once, but twice in succession. First I was treated to one of my favorite things: a sensual soy wax massage. Barely 10 minutes after I’d put my clothes on after that, I was taking them off again for a knife play session with a Dom friend known as Pushing Steel, for he specializes in knife play. In fact, he will be doing a demo at our munch next month, and guess who has volunteered to be his demo dolly? *big grin*

If you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours…
I’ve done some light blade play before, always involving the removal of wax. But I’d never before experienced anything like this. As you can see, my skin was not broken and only minor scratches were left behind. They completely belie the amazing intensity of the scene. 
At one point (no pun intended), the bench on which I was kneeling wobbled (a bolt had broken earlier, making it slightly unstable if I leaned, but still usable) and I had to stand up. After it was steadied, PS told me to “sit” but my brain wasn’t working properly, as you can imagine. So I kneeled once again, and the bench wobbled. Again he told me to sit. I kneeled again. This happened a couple of times, to the point where bystanders, including Roland and Lucy, were all telling me to sit. I just wasn’t getting it. I thought he was trying to tell me to sit still! Finally I figured it out and sat down on the bench on my ass, which was rewarded with a  round of applause!
Afterward I was “floaty,” as Lucy calls it. I wore a big, dopey grin on my face for the rest of the time we were there and coherent conversation was very difficult. I was warm and fuzzy all over. We left not long after that because it was almost 1am, Roland was getting tired, and there was no way it would be possible for me to drive. 
When we got home, my housegirl asked me if I was drunk or on anything. I happily replied that I was not, and she expressed envy for that feeling. She has very limited “play” experience and has said before that she does not like pain or any of that. I told her that she has not had the right things done in the right way. I am very much looking forward to showing her those things in the future…

Posted in participation with Sinful Sunday, hosted by Molly’s Daily Kiss.

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