It’s about striving for perfection in all that is done. It’s about anticipating the moves, the needs, the desires.

You can be a slave or a submissive, and I can be a master or a dominant; It’s not about labels but it's about the connection.

For me, it’s about you. I know what you want, and it’s to be better. It’s to be molded and taught what it is I want and need from you. And what I want is nothing more than your desire to be perfect—but I don’t expect perfection.

It’s how you walk when we head to the restaurant, and how you stand when we wait to be shown to our table. It’s how you sit when I offer you the chair. It’s the little things like knowing what I might prefer from the menu but trusting me to order your food. It’s how you talk when we make conversation and how you conduct yourself as we eat. It’s the way you look at me across the table, and it’s the moments when you need to avert your gaze. And when we are home it’s how you wait for the oh-so-subtle signs from me, and how you attend with genuine desire. When you kneel it’s about the precise positioning of your feet, and how your hands rest, gently on your thighs. It’s the demure lowering of the head, and the way you move your hair to allow for the change of collar.

It’s about structure and form, and consistency and the unexpected. It’s about what we have, and about what we have yet to achieve. It’s about what others see, and what we know.

The road ahead is not easy, but if you understand everything above then it’s about two little words: ‘Good girl’.

- Icelos

A little way down her thigh he smacked her. Hard. Her body reacted exactly the way he had expected, and a yelp escaped her lips as leg was involuntarily extended outwards to tense her muscle. She jerked her hands down to the reddening area, but they were halted, just in time, by her delicate bonds. In an instant she relieved the pressure on the string and cursed herself. Another blow to her other thigh, and this time her leg tensed but she held her hands firmly in place. He alternated between left and right legs, moving back up to her ass in a never-ending rain of stinging blows. She was becoming more and more vocal, and started begging for him to stop, to give her just a little relief. She fought against the string of pearls that stretched almost to breaking as she tested her ability to cover her ass with her own hands. It was useless. As she struggled she felt tension around her wrists, but more than that, around her throat. Then for the most glorious of moments, the blows stopped, and she caught a quick breath as she felt the pearls relax on her throat.

And then her world stopped. Of course he wasn’t holding her down; of course the string of pearls was not enough to hold her if she really wanted to break free. Her mind, racing, began acknowledging the places it could feel the pearls gently digging in to her skin—her throat, her wrists, her fingers… One tug, with just a little too much pressure, and the beautiful gift that he had given her would be ruined.

She cursed her immediate feeling of stupidity. He didn’t need to hold her down at all. Quite the opposite—he was allowing her to move as much as she wanted. The pearls wouldn’t hold her so long as she was unaware of the strength they exhibited on her mentally.

Suddenly realizing her predicament, she cried, as the blows began again.

• At least fifty (yes, that's 50) years experience
• Should not be living with his parents
• Must have a cock at least 10 1/2 inches long

I'll take the throwing knives. These are all metal, have no sharp edges, and are a little pointy. Having a set of three allows for some variety. I can of course, use just one, dragging the tip across her flesh, or pressing it gently into the skin (not hard enough to pierce it, but certainly enough to cause discomfort). I can chill it in the freezer for extra sensation, or warm it up. Having no handle, they are also completely conductive, which means I can use them with my violet wand, also. I can take two, and use them both at the same time. Sometimes the patterns can be symmetrical, forming similar lines down each side of the body, and around the breasts. Other times I'll rake the knives in different directions--a mental distraction for the bottom, in much the same way asymmetrical bondage can be. We like harmony, and 'neatness'. Anything different and it can disturb us. Asymmetrical movements seem random, keeping the bottom guessing as to where the pain is going, rather than being able to quietly anticipate the movements of the knives.

I'll take the tip of the knife around her face--across her forehead, down the ridge of her nose and play it across her lips before moving down the underside of her chin and scraping down her throat. From here I can play on her chest, slowly scraping the skin of her breast, getting 'caught up' against her nipple, and pretending to have to force it across the sensitive bud. I'll take my time dragging it around the underneath of her breast, at the point where it curves back onto the chest--a sensitive area for most, particularly at the mercy of the tip of a blade I watch as her stomach reacts to the little knife, pulling in when I hit certain points around the center of her belly, pushing out with each involuntary gasp. If I am using two knives I can trace lines down the inside of each of her thighs, listening to gasps and quiet protests as I press harder, seeing the soft red lines thicken. I'll move all the way down the inside of her legs and will not stop at her feet--those are generally ticklish, and I love seeing her squirm and hearing her squeal.  If she is bound, she can struggle in vain. If she is free to move… well that's a test of her willingness to completely submit to utter discomfort, just because I told her to.

I have yet to move back up to that spot between her legs. I'll take a path that runs along the outside, this time. I know I can press a little harder when I reach her buttocks, and then I'll move the knives across her abdomen, bringing them together at the highest point of her cleanly-shaven mound. I can now take away one of the knifes without its removal being a distraction to her. The remaining knife is now free to play around her pussy, gently teasing open her labia, stroking over her clit, and then with finger resting across the edge of the blade, fingertip sticking out a little past the point, I can slowly ease it into her wet hole. I'll hold the knife in place, and remove my finger. She might not feel a lot, given the dimensions of my knife, but I'll hold it perfectly still, and whisper to her not to move, and tell her why. Of course the physical feeling is nothing compared to what might be going on in her head at that moment. She is lying there, trying to stay perfectly still, because she has, after all, a knife sticking into her--and not just anywhere. It's safe enough, so long as she doesn't push her hips down towards my hand, which might cause the knife to penetrate deeper when there's no finger on the blade to guide it safely in. I'm careful, now, to make sure my grip on the knife is loose enough that it will slide in my hand if she moves, rather than the tip be forced into her because I'm holding on too tight. If she relaxes too much I'll twist it ever so slightly to remind her of her predicament, and wait for a reaction. I may gasp myself, as if scared of my own actions. I'm in control, of course--the concern in my voice is all part of the mindfuck. When I feel she's ready, I'll slowly slide the blade out and her reward is to lick it clean.

Please remember that everything I have done so far is with the throwing knife. Pointy but with NO sharp edge. And as short as the above scene appeared to be, it will generally run for 15-20 minutes. The entire front of her body is my canvas (I won't have her turn over, as that will break the flow for her), and I'll trace over and over existing lines, forming delicate patterns on her skin that might last an hour or so after I'm done.

Regardless of the intensity of the play--and it's not usually too intense with that knife--there will always be aftercare. If she gets cold I have a blanket ready, as well as water for her to drink. I'll hold her, stroke her, reassure her. She's been a good girl.

(continued)

STOP!

Here I'll say:

DO NOT INSERT THIS TYPE OF KNIFE INTO A GIRL'S PUSSY UNLESS YOU KNOW HOW TO GET IT IN AND OUT IN ABSOLUTE SAFETY!

This is how *I* play. I will not leave instruction on how to do this. Please don’t ask. It cannot be taught online.

Inserting the knife into the anus is a big no, also. The muscles might involuntarily contract too tight to even consider it a fun option. A knife this sharp doesn't have to be moved across the skin to cut; enough downward pressure on the edge is capable of doing more than enough damage.

So what knives can you pull out of your toy bag that will really impress the others at the play party?

Well t's a bit of a trick question, because edge play is not about impressing anyone.

I've been to the knife shop and seen all sorts of big, ostentatious knives, with ornate plastic handles and scary looking blades of various shapes and sizes . Trust me, those don't impress at all. Pulling a machete out of your bag just tells me that you have a bag big enough to hold a machete. Waving around a hundred dollar, plastic-jewel-encrusted kukri will result in people laughing quietly to themselves as they walk away. That's where their interest in you and your scene ends.

Go out and find a knife that works well for you. Pick them all up. Does the handle fit your hand? Does it feel nicely balanced? Is the blade a nice length without being too awkward? Is this a 'type three' knife, or will you grind the edge down and round it off? Nothing wrong with doing this--it's your play style, not the next person's. (Trust me, you can have the most incredible scene using nothing more than a butter knife, if you know how to use your imagination.) If you can, spend a little more and get something of quality. No hollow plastic handles that might be useful for holding band-aids--get something solid that will last a lifetime.

Avoid serrated edges--there are too risky and not worth it. And I won't bother with a type three knife with two edges--they just don't offer enough flexibility, in my opinion. The flat spine of a single-edge knife can also be used while you play, giving you even more fun options.

Don't forget that a knife has a number of other uses, too. Cleanup after wax play is easy if you have a knife that you can use to scrape wax off her breasts and from other intimate places. And in a pinch you can use it to cut through a rope that needs to come off in a hurry (though you should also have some suitable shears in your bag for this type of thing).

Look after your knives. Learn how to care for them, clean them and sharpen them. Also instruct your sub/slave on how to do the same. Teach them to respect your knives from your perspective, too, and make it their responsibility to get them back to the same 'as-new' condition they were in before you started your scene. Of course this means that you will need to carry some other items with you. Isopropyl alcohol is a great cleaning agent, and is very versatile in its own way. A clean cloth to both wet the blade down and dry it before and after play. A quality sheath will lock the knife safely in place, to protect it when it is not being used. And while your filling your bag, include a good first aid kit. Hopefully that needs no explanation. Yes, the dungeon will have one--and the host of the play party should also be able to produce one if needed--but never assume that this will be the case. And for the love of all that is healthy, learn basic first aid. No point in having a first aid kit if you don't know how to use anything in it but the band aid.

Knife play is, quite literally, edge play. Find a good mentor if you want to learn to play safely. Respect both the knife and your own abilities. If in doubt, don't. And remember that there is no shame in playing with a completely dull blade. It's all one big mindfuck, after all.

Oh, one final suggestion: a cup of warm water, regardless of the type of knife. I won’t explain why, but it's one of the biggest mindfucks of all time, in my humble opinion. I'll leave it to you to work out how.

- Icelos

I'm fascinated by profiles.

Some I enjoy reading, to the point where I'll happily go back and re-read a well thought out, nicely written one, and others... well, I admit some make me cringe.

Mine is far from perfect for most, I admit. Hell, I don't even have a photo up as of the time of writing this post, so I certainly don't complain when I see a profile without one. Hopefully, though, my profile is full enough to give someone the motivation, or gentle nudge, to drop me a line. Hopefully I have put in just the right amount of information that someone may want more, and hopefully nothing is offensive to the point it turns people away. I do understand that an online, platonic relationship of the type I have indicated is going to be the polar opposite of what most submissives and slaves on this site (talking of the slim number of genuine ones, not the obvious fakes) are looking for, but maybe one or two will decide that hey, it won't hurt to put 'pen to paper' whilst they sit by the garden gate, waiting for their hero to stop by for milk and cookies. No euphemism intended there, unless you want to play with the words yourself.

So what would I find 'attractive' in a profile?

Firstly, and most importantly, it should be well written. When I read it, I want to see that the person has taken a little time to think about what they want to say, and what content would appeal most to their suitor. "I have a degree, so am probably smarter than you anyway!" doesn't do it, especially if the rest of the profile is riddled with typos, grammatical errors, misspellings, etc. Saying simply "I'm smart", or "I have a brain" is more than enough to tell me that you know I will care about the fact, and I will go on to check the rest of the profile for things that blatantly contradict the claim. If I don't find much to worry about, then I'll take your word for it--you're smart!

I'll ignore typos if they make sense. Meaning: errors such as transposed letters, common misspellings (to which I'm prone!), or even a missing word. I'll take the whole thing into account; two errors is far worse then four if the two errors show up in a profile that's only two or three lines in length, and the four show up in a full paragraph or three.

And onto the content. I like to see a little of what the person has to offer. Naturally those that are already owned are welcome to post what they want, giving as little (or as much) information as they see fit, or are allowed to give. But those profiles that represent someone looking for someone else? Well, let's see something, at least. An item in a fine art exhibit may not be for sale, but even that might have a little card with some pertinent information. If I was selling my car, however, I would make sure that I wrote enough about it that someone would be able to make a reasonable decision as to whether or not to get in touch. The last thing I'd do is write something that simply said "For Sale". Especially if there was a poor photo alongside it. Or worse, no photo at all.

Of the nine profiles without photographs that are currently showing up on the first two pages (as I write this), five of them give me absolutely NO written information about the person at all. One profile had just three words. And that was the same word, three times. If they don't care enough to let me know who they and what they want, how can they expect me to care enough to even send a message? And if I do send one, I certainly won't expect a reply. After all, if they have no time to write their own profile, they're sure as hell not going to be able to find time in their busy schedule to write back...

It would be nice to see something that tells me a bit about what a girl has to offer, what motivates her, what she aspires to be, or what she enjoys--whether it's kinky, or even something from the vanilla world. Knowing her kinks will allow me to make an immediate decision as to whether I reach out to her or not. "I want to be treated like the worthless slut that I am. I want to be fucked in all my holes as my master sits and watches me gag on their big black cocks!" Yeah, that's not going to do it for me. I'll move right along. That's not to say that it doesn't appeal to someone out there, and hey, at least it's an aspiration!

It's vital that essentials such as kids, health issues, the inability to relocate, etc., are included. These aren't things that you want to have to 'just mention' a month or so down the line. Thankfully it's been nice to see a lot of profiles where these are spelled out. What's sad is that people still ignore those, and other stated limits such as 'NO MEN!', based on comments further in to the profile about dominants not being able to read. I guess it's more of a requirement now, given the amount of fake profiles on here, created by those 'dominates' [sic] who have less than good intentions. I mean, seriously, is it even worth the virtual ink for a guy to reach out, almost desperately, hoping to snag the lesbian of his dreams?

Something else that's nice to see is the expectations of the girl when it comes to what she's looking for in a partner. She might be everything I've ever dreamed about, but if I don't fit her 'please be no older than 35, be a smoker, and taller than 6 foot, and have a cock at least nine inches long' requirements (which, almost sadly, I don't), then I'll move on, not even stopping long enough to consider enhancement surgery.

And the photo or (yay) photos! Well, it certainly helps, particularly if the text portion of the profile is lacking. Let's be honest here, although the old adage "there's someone for everyone" is true, few people HONESTLY want to wake up next to a face that looks like a potato that's gone to seed. Looks ARE important, whether you consider that a shallow statement or not. I have my personal preferences when it comes to things like body type, hair color, and so on, and I'm not going to find any attraction to people whose looks don't at least fall into my curve. Face photos are a bonus, but let's face it (groan!), I'd not want to post mine on a public site of this sort, so to those who feel the same, that's cool. Nudes? Well, I'm not going to say "no" to a tasteful photo of the unclothed female figure. I'm a guy; I'm just being honest here! But I get it, ladies. A photo of some guy's dick can't do much to impress the masses, particularly when the submissive is serious in her search. Keeping it classy will not only raise the tone of the profile, but ultimately contributes to raising the tone of the entire site, encouraging more genuine people to join. Yes, this is a BDSM site, and yes, most of the photos of nudes are probably going to be BDSM themed. That's fine, but just dick-pics of supposed dominants? Think again.

And yes, I know, I don't have a photo. I'm not looking for a mate right now, though. I'm asking for educated conversation by means of the keyboard-thingy, and I don't mind too much if I'm talking to a stunner with long blonde hair (hubba hubba), or a Mrs Potato Head.

Anything else you think is important? Let me know, and I'll work it back into the 'discussion'.