Typically when I experience something I am fairly confident that I can write about it. I am usually able to get my experiences and feelings down without too much effort. I am not so sure tonight if that will be the case. Something happened to me tonight that has never happened to me before.
I spent most of the day with Richard. I was tense and running late and by the time I finally made it to him I was more than a little frazzled. There was traffic and family stuff and my mind wasn’t where it should have been. Richard is pretty intuitive. He was calm and collected and did everything he could to put me in the same state of mind. He held me when I walked in and his words were soothing and sweet. Finally he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me over his knee. Richard told me the previous day to wear a skirt, panties, bra and a top when we met. He told me he wanted to undress me. **sigh**
Anyway, I wore a short white skirt, white boy short panties and a cute top. He flipped up my skirt and began to spank me over my panties. It was so nice. As it grew in intensity my mood began to shift. So by the time he pulled my panties down I was in a more positive frame of mind. This was the first time he spanked me over his knee. It was by no means an easy spanking. It was hard and he had amazing coverage. Plus he knew just when to gentle his hand. Nice. It was a wonderful, wonderful OTK spanking. Thank you Richard. 🙂
Afterwards he told me he had a gift for me. Actually two gifts- three counting the new cane. (You are spoiling me)
The first gift I will talk about perhaps in a different post because as amazing as that gift was it was overshadowed by gift #2.
Gift # 2 was a knife. A long stainless steel blade. I have it out right now looking at it. It is heavy in my hand and scary to look at. Richard and I had talked about edge play and I know most people consider knife play edge play. To me though edge play is anything that pushes the boundaries of the individual. What is edge to one is not edge play to the next. I also think a person’s reactions to an experience should determine if it is ‘edge play’ or not. For example I could have been indifferent to the experience- hardly edge play.
Of course, I was no where close to being indifferent to his gift. I can’t remember if he had bound me before showing me the knife or not. So much of the experience is fuzzy to me. I remember being tied ‘spread eagle’ across the bed. My arms and legs stretched as tightly as they could go. I was on my back and was naked.
Please be patient if the accounting of this experience seems to have holes in it. It does. I hope Richard will help explain why that is and what happened.
My last focused memory was him showing me the knife. I remember feeling it glide across my body. I can still hear the soft scraping sound it made and how he allowed the tip to press into my skin. I felt it along the curve of my hip and across my stomach. I felt it against my nipples and down my arms.
I never looked at him or the knife. I was too busy trying to stay on top of the pleasure and the panic and the fear. I felt the knife between my legs and it pressed slightly into my skin. He would apply more pressure at times. I could actually feel the tip scraping at me and I was almost certain he pierced my skin. I felt myself begin to glide backwards. I couldn’t open my eyes, I couldn’t speak, I barely remembered to breath. Breathing was the one thing I concentrated on doing.
I felt the knife at my throat and he held it there. It may have been ten minutes or ten seconds. I do not know. I felt the weight of the knife rest across my throat and with every breath I felt the steel rise and fall. I was vaguely aware of him touching me. I am not sure if he spoke to me. Everything else is fog. Richard told me what I missed and I hope he will share it.
I became aware of my surroundings after he had untied me. I remember being held tightly to his chest and his hand cradling my head. I remember at one point him pulling the covers across me and holding me even tighter. I have never just ‘left’ like that. It was the most intense experience of my life.
Although our time together was not over I never fully collected myself. We had a lovely dinner and wonderful wine and still something was cloudy in my head. Something never quite allowed me to focus fully for the rest of the evening. I came really close to pulling myself back together but that involved some pretty hard cane strokes over my panties right before we left for dinner. It was scary that I was able to sink into that deep of a sub space. I am in awe of what I could have taken while in that state of mind. At dinner I even asked Richard to imagine the caning I could take while far away in that foggy place.
It was truly an amazing experience. It’s too bad I missed half of it. So tell me Richard…what exactly did I miss?
And thank you btw..for another amazing adventure.