i get so turned on as i tremble in both fear and anticipation. the shiney silver in your hand draws my attention. i find myself torn between looking at the blade and you.
my master takes care of my problem, by sliding a blindfold over my eyes. im tied down, legs spread wide. my breathing becomes uneven as the cold metal is trailed down my skin.
he presses a little harder, letting the blade kiss my skin. I moan as i feel the tinge of pain. it stings and burns and i can feel a bit of blood running down.
i squirm and he quickly stops me.
"dont move baby, im in charge of the marks left on your body. I dont want you making me fuck up."