Knife Play (for SB) mild, some blood

The blindfold wasn't on right, she could see just a bit from under the edge.

The hands that tied them were big, long fingered like a pianist... it gave her ideas that made her blush a little and she heard a soft chuckle as the figure leaned in to brush soft lips against her cheek “Getting anxious, my lovely?”

The gag kept her from responding, though she made a soft sound that hopefully indicated her eagerness... There had been no warning, no preparation for this scene... Just a phone call that told her to be waiting on the bed in the dark. The blindfold had come from behind, tied quickly and with just enough roughness to give her a moments concern before those lips pressed against her own and then the gag was put into place.

“I'm not going to tie you tonight, but I expect you to stay completely still no matter what happens.” the light glinted off of something in those hands, but she couldn't see it because of the blindfold. Her breath caught.

Sulfur scented the air as a match was lit and touched to the candles sitting on the bedside table. Moments later, the overhead light went out and everything was aglow with soft dancing flames. She could see a hand as it came toward her, brushing hair back away and tucking it behind her ear. “You aren't going to be able to scream... but trust me my love, I will know if you need it to stop.”

Out of sight, she could hear the other hand sorting things on the table, then a brief silence.

Something cold touched her belly, causing a flinch. The hand on her hair moved faster than she could've expected, tangling into her locks and tugging “I said. Be still.” there was a note of irritation in the voice, but it didn't quite hide the amusement.

The cold moved across her abdomen slowly, giving her a chance to focus on its sensation, giving her a few moments to identify it. Not ice, there was no trail, no drip. What, then?

An unexpected prick of pain made her gasp as she realized that the tip of a blade had just pierced her just above the navel. Tension shot through her body as the knife moved again, the sharp of the blade just barely touching her skin, just enough that she knew it could be used at any moment as it trailed its way slowly upward.

The flat of the blade brushed across her left nipple. Rather, it wasn't quite touching but so close that just the nearness of it was agonizing because it would have been so easy to arch and make contact... She behaved, and was rewarded by a chuckle as the right nipple received the same treatment. It was harder being good the second time, but even though she managed it she was pleased when it moved on again.

When the blade touched again, there was pressure behind it, and it was moving over the curve of her shoulder. She could feel the skin parting beneath the sharpened edge, just a light separation and then a slow seeping of blood. There was a murmur as the figure leaned over her, breasts in her face as those soft warm lips moved along the trail, tongue swirling as it followed that thin line of blood.

Mistress leaned back again so that the candle glow could illuminate the girl's lightly trembling form. The knife wasn't within her limited view, and she couldn't feel its touch. She took a moment to breathe deeply as she prepared herself for whatever might come next.

What came was a light pressure against her thigh as Mistress's hand slid over its softness and dipped into the valley in search of moisture. The light made her fingertips glisten as they passed up again and a low murmur of approval came from out of sight “So sweet, my love...”

An instant later the knife came back, and it took all of her willpower not to shift, not to even breathe as it moved slowly over her throat. She had a moment of fear as it paused, pressing down against her jugular. It seemed that the wild, uncontrollable thumping of her heart would draw the blade down, tempt it to slice too deeply... but nothing happened. It just rested there, biting just a little into her skin, drawing blood but no more than a paper cut would have done.

As the blade finally moved away she could still feel the erratic thumping of her heart, only now it was echoed between her thighs. Mistress would never harm her, this was meant to tease, to tantalize... yes, even to frighten just a bit. Adrenaline could be a powerful aphrodisiac, and fear was a guaranteed way to bring it to the surface.

The weight on the bed shifted away as Mistress reached for something, then leaned over her... hand moving over her thigh again before gently pressing to indicate that she should part them, spread them wider, then wider again. She heard the buzzing just before the toy was pushed into her; it took a few experimental thrusts before it was settled with the attachment fluttering against her clit as the core of it pulsed within. The gag muffled her moan as Mistress allowed her thighs to close again, leaving the toy securely in place.

The knife moved along her hip, harder now. She was having difficulty keeping still now, and each time she lost that battle the blade pressed harder. Flesh parted beneath its tip as it moved over her hip and carefully upward through the valley between her breasts. Her nipples weren't touched this time, not that it made a difference. The knife moved in a wide circle, tracing her aureole then spiraling gradually inward. The nipple was avoided as the circuit came close the other breast got the treatment instead.

It didn't touch her throat this time... instead, she could feel the cold of the steel against her cheek, caressing her earlobe, then jumping down to move over her arm. It stopped at her wrist pressing harder than was comfortable for a moment, but not drawing blood. Just... the force of it reminded her that she had given her Trust, which was a dangerous thing, but it also showed her that the trust was well placed as she was in no real danger.

Almost as if to spite that conviction, the knife moved sharply upward, cutting deeply into her forearm so that blood spilled down onto the sheets. At the same moment Mistress's free hand forced itself between her thighs, pressing the toy more tightly, pushing it in more deeply “Come.” was the command, one obediently and immediately obeyed.

Later, once the world returned, the gag and blindfold were removed. Mistress showed her that the cut hadn't been as deep as it looked, then carefully and gently cleansed and bandaged the wound. The toy was switched off, though it was left in place for the moment, an indication that the night still had more play in store... but the knife was put away.