The knife fell ...

“So step on him and go on,” the Master ordered.

My fantasy spawned countless knives lying on its side, filling the entire living room. There were so many knives that it was impossible to see the parquet. The brilliance of the metal gave the room a cool look. Thick candles were burning against the walls, making sharp crackling sounds and filling the enclosed space with elegant smoke.

- Do you remember the dance of the clitoris on pomegranate seeds?

I nodded affirmatively.

- Now dance with your feet on the knives.

The owner tied my eyes with a bandage.

- Go forward along the wall! Until I say “Stop”!

Step one. Hmm ... it doesn't hurt at all. But the fear that the knife will turn over, pierce in the leg, and blood will be shed. Step two. Metal is cold. Goosebumps ran upwards. As if under the feet of dry ice in the cracks. It is an unpleasantly long time to stand, but from thoughts of the next step it becomes even more unpleasant. Having made the third step, I began to move a little faster and more confidently. It was pleasant to listen, in addition to the cod of the candles, the sounds of metal, issued at every step. Behind the back came the voice of the Boss:

“I enjoy watching a fragile girl with delicate skin walking on knives.” If the feet were trained, it would not be interesting ...

From these words, beautiful pictures began to emerge in my imagination, when suddenly I cried out in sharp pain.

- Do not stop! Go further! - The owner realized that I had cut myself, but recalled that I needed to go through the first training session from beginning to end. - Ahead of the wall! Turn around!

I added a step and did not worry at all about the cuts. It even seemed that the blood remaining on the metal in the twilight looks beautiful. The feeling of excitement subsided, but did not leave me, but the pleasure grew and grew ... There was another turn ahead, and I soon descended onto the parquet. The owner untied the bandage and kissed my cheek.

“In two weeks you'll be performing a knife dance.”

Daily training was accompanied by a small amount of blood, cold metal, not leaving me with excitement and a pleasant atmosphere of a warm room filled with beautiful sounds. I received great pleasure and excitement from the combination of this music of feelings, sounds and sensations ... So a week passed. The next six days of training were held alone. Having become accustomed to knives under my feet, I had to come up with a dance myself and make them happy with the Master. He just blindfolded me and left for two hours.

Day fourteenth.

I rubbed the upper knives so that they gave off a clean sheen, and lit the candles around the perimeter of the living room. On the body were only jewelry, I especially liked the golden belt on the hips. The owner put a bandage on my eyes and sat in the chair. As soon as He turned on the music, I went to the center of the living room. The musical introduction was accompanied by separate smooth movements and sometimes sharp movements. As the music grew, the body moved ever more alive and soon was in non-stop movement. Energy was raging in me! I felt the fullness of power. The knife dance gave me incredible pleasure, which made it even more powerful. The fullness of the vibration of sound penetrated me from the inside and filled the whole room. I felt the metal ringing out from under my feet. The room became quite hot, and only the knives were still cold. I went into a state of strong ecstasy and could not stop! ... Breathing was fast from the movements and deep from pleasure. At that moment I did not think about anything. I was possessed by ecstasy. The beat of the heart has merged with the rhythm of the music. The outgoing sounds were accompanied by separate movements ... and ... a hot body fell on cold knives ...

© Flavia Narvasadata