There was a time when the idea of a knife in My hand was threatening. Mostly to Myself. Through My knowledge and experience with BDSM, I had uncovered the fact that quite a few individuals utilize kink to fill voids or as coping mechanisms, all the way to healing tools. Then, the idea of a knife in the hands of someone I trust could be that very tool to both be incredibly erotic and increasingly freeing. I decided that knife play would be My next venture in Kink.

My King and I decided one night to play around with some new ideas. I brought up My interest, and what that would mean for the both of us. We agreed that We would try not only knife play, but wax, nipple and breath play.

He clamped My nipples first. Made them nice and pert for what lay ahead. He had Me close My eyes and at that moment, I heard the release of the blade. Click. A bolt of lightning ran down My spine. The idea of once again having a blade touch My skin, but much more than that, having the blade in the hands of My King. I knew that fear was to turn into pleasure, and I would be released.

My King gently caressed the contours of My breasts with the tip of the sharpened blade. Soft enough not to draw blood, but hard enough to make sure I knew that I was at His mercy. He moved to circling around My clamped nipples. I opened My eyes and the view was breathtaking.

My King sheathed the knife, and I heard the spin of the flint on his lighter. The gas. The flame igniting. The wick on the candle crackling. It was time for the wax.

Each moment before a drip of hot wax cascaded down onto My breast to burn, then instantly cool and harden, I held My breath. After I took each drop, I exhaled, and such a breath was nearly enough to extinguish the flame of the candle.

The control. The exchange of power. The trust.

The pain. The pleasure. All in one.

It was one of the most erotic experiences I have ever had.