The cold edge of the blade, tracing around your hot naked body. Pushing against your tense, hot pale skin, pushing the limits of the tension of your skin. One false movement could turn the feeling of cold pleasure, into a warm stinging pain. Realising the scarlet liquid with a little prick. While you are helpless, tied and bound, as I trace the cold blade from your neck, pushing against your pulsating veins.
Your naked body at the mercy of the knife, steaming with pleasure and fear, while covered in goosebumps. As I trace the cutting edge down your body, to your breasts, releasing a sigh of pleasure as the blade moves down and my body gets closer to yours. My free hand squeezing around your neck as the point of the knife pushes against the skin of your breast, making you squeal in pleasure and pain, yet too afraid to move. My eyes locked in yours, feeding on your fear and pleasure as my blade traces down your naked body.