Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
From: lmartell@nyx.cs.du.edu (Laylah Martelli)
Subject: a sweet confused night with a sharply focused ending...
Date: Thu, 31 Dec 92 07:40:26 GMT

Scenes with Sandro and Rita often turn out somewhat unstructured...
great fun, though!  Last Sunday was like that, too. As usual, we
played boardgames with them and our kids all afternoon, went out
to eat dinner in some place to the kids' taste (a sandwich bar,
this time), then I and Rita drove the kids to my parents' for the
night, and we rejoined our husbands (our house, this time).

When we entered, Alex was right next to the door, opening it for us
and closing - and thoughtfully latching - it, when we had entered.
Sandro was also in the entrance hall, and commented, "Right, Alex -
you never know, we might just spend the evening talking about
philosophy, but we also might exceed...".  Alex turned to Sandro
and smiled (I'm almost tempted to say, *leered*) at him, then, with
a wink, "What do you say we start *exceeding* right now...?".
None of us could find any fault with this, ahem, plan.

We went to the living room, which was all nice and warm - the heater
busily working in a corner showed Alex's usual thoughtfulness.  He
rapidly removed my blouse and shirt, then held my arms behind my
back, and exhibited my new nipple ring to our friends, who until now
had only been able to get fleeting glimpses of it.  We then did lots
of the nice usual things, with neat little twists (aren't there
always! variety, the spice of life...).  

Sandro always gives me a very thorough spanking on such occasions,
but this time he was also wearing a new, heavy bracelet, which
often struck my buttocks when his heavy hand descended, making me
yelp and marking me peculiarly.

Both the men love getting whipped on their backs with our heavy
cat, Sandro, as usual, by me (but I used it two-handed this time,
to good effect), and Alex, again by now as usual, by all of us,
but particularly by Sandro (one thing I noticed is that while he
was chatty and sunny as usual when the cat was wielded by me and
Rita, this time he was closing his eyes and moaning and whooshing
and gritting his teeth when it was Sandro hitting... maybe Sandro
has finally found a way to use it "right"?).

A Christmas gift from our friends were some beautiful black-wax
candles, which saw good use too.  Sandro and Rita had tried hot
wax play, by themselves, not especially enjoying it; Alex thought
they may not have gone about it right, and, after trying that new
wax on himself to check its exact feel, offered to top them with
that.  Sandro declined, but Rita was intrigued (the visual effect 
of _black_ wax is particularly scenic, of course), and got to
enjoy a varied and interesting application of the wax.  Yes, she
loves it when done right, and I think Sandro has learned enough
by observing that sub-scene, that he can take it from there...  

The _removal_ of the wax from Alex and Rita was also lots of fun,
particularly for me and Sandro, who had been mostly looking on
during the application of it (Sandro was dubious, and I already
knew I DON'T like hot wax on myself) - it involved mostly _lots_
of whip play (that black wax is VERY sticky to the skin...), but
also a nice sub-sub-scene where Alex, well, "shaved" part of the
wax off Rita with their new knife's edge.

The highlight of the evening, however, was definitely Sandro and
Rita's new toy - that beautiful, long, heavy, single-edged knife.
What follows may be a bit heavy going for some, so please press
"n" to go to the next post if you have any problems regarding
blades, their use, and the resulting blood, thanks...
 
I *LOVE* knives!!!  What wonderful tools - even without any pain
at all they can be wonderfully, darkly, threatening, while if pain
and marks are desired, they are easily inflicted without any undue
effort...  not being a particularly muscular woman, I also enjoy
the feeling of being, for once, at no disadvantage - differently
from whips, I can impart just as much pain, with a knife, as the
strongest man could!

I love even more being on the blade-edge's side of the knife, rather
than on the handle side. I do need, though, to be, for my own good,
*truly* immobilized - otherwise I get this urge to push my own
flesh towards the blade, to feel more deeply its, together icy and
fiery, terrible and fascinating, kiss and bite...  what else can
offer you such a perfect mixture of fear, lust, pain, and yearning?

This time I got my wish, and in abundance.  Alex himself topped me with
that knife, while Sandro and Rita held me exactly as he wanted me.
After long and wonderful foreplay, with several minor scratches
and threats, he had me sit on a straight-backed chair, straddling
it, my breasts towards the chair's back, my own back fully exposed.
I was naked, except for black fishnet stockings, held up by a black
garterbelt (I more often wear thigh-garters, but I had a garterbelt
this night).  "I shall cut you for real this time, my beloved",
Alex whispered sweetly in my ear, "enjoy..." - then aloud to our
friends, "Hold her *particularly* firmly now, loves, please".

I felt the blade kiss the lower left corner of my back, and, yes,
it WAS cutting for real - not deep at all, but definitely breaking
my skin and shedding a few drops of my blood. Alex moved it very
slowly, inching it forwards, in the general direction of my right
shoulder, in a perfectly straight line...  Oh, WOW!!!  This was a
LONG cut he was making... hey, must be at least 4 inches long...
it was wonderful - surely he was going to stop now...

He didn't.

He went on, and on, and on, ever slowly, with an incredible amount
of control over that heavy blade, gently, imperceptibly pushing it
very slightly deeper into my back's flesh, as he was following its
delicately curved natural contours, so that a bit more blood would
gush out.  My moan rose in pitch and volume, almost to a scream...

At the end, he stopped about four inches below my right shoulder
(so that the scar would be comfortably covered by the singlet I
generally wear around the house, as he later explained); the length
of that wonderful, single, straight cut was around 18 inches.  I
was in paradise (and still am, as I feel the pain of its healing -
a perfectly straight, extremely thin red line of a scar graces my
back... I wasn't even whipped on my back for all these days, to 
avoid ruining that perfect show!).

Alex handed the knife back to Rita with a flourish.  They were
hypnotized by the scene... he apologized for my blood on the edge,
that made it wiser for that knife not to be used in play again
until properly sterilized (except on himself, he hinted - but
neither of them felt like topping him right after witnessing THAT!).
Rita said that wasn't really a problem anyway, and I think I heard
her muttering something about "a hard act to follow"...:-)


Bright, loving blessings,
    Laylah
--
     Thou art a Man, God is no more // Thine own Humanity learn to Adore
 
       Laylah Martelli - lmartell@nyx.cs.du.edu, an1826@anon.penet.fi