Toy Collection Report #6

Master got a beautiful new knife for Christmas. As is the case with most new knives in His collection, He has been all wrapped up in it -- spending long periods of time gazing at it, scratching with it, shifting the weight of it from hand to hand. Getting bonded to a new knife is a process...

Predictably, late Saturday night, as He and I sat watching a football game, He managed to slice a finger open accidentally. If there was any question about the sharpness of this particular blade, that doubt was banished in an instant. The cut was deep and bled profusely. He was adamant that He was NOT going to the local emergency care facility to get it taken care of, so I cleaned it and bandaged it, working to staunch the flow. He will heal just fine I suspect.

However... there'll be no hand spanking with that finger for awhile. The last thing we need is to break that wound open again and start the bleeding all over. That reality was part of what led to Sunday morning's opening to our session -- when He decided to substitute the dragon paddle for the hand spanking that is quite often the beginning of our play nowadays.

The dragon paddle is really not the same as getting spanked with His hand. It is harder, sharper feeling than His hand. Still, it is way gentler and way more sensuous than a wood or lexan paddling. One other thing that I noticed is the noise it makes. It lands with a sharp crack sound that reverberates around the room. Somehow, my pretty little dragon paddle makes a horrible bit of noise.

Anyway, Sunday was a morning that was largely "themed" around leather implements -- a real departure from the norm. At one point, I was floating softly toward the edge of "the purple place." I don't think I actually was able to get "over the edge" to subspace, and He finished with a very long and very intense caning that ultimately reduced me to begging for "help." Then the Hanson paddle, and then the end and a chance to curl into His arms.

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