BLADES
Satan gave knowledge to Man. Prometheus gave fire to Man and Vulcan gave Man the greatest gift of all, the gift of Steel.
Steel is more than mere metal, it has a soul, it is a connection between the one who wields it and the Universe itself. The one who holds a blade becomes like the Gods.
Like most skills in BDSM there is no great mystery to the physical skills involved in knife play. Anyone with a reasonable amount of manual dexterity and depth perception can learn them. The key is not in the physical movements but in the relationship between the blade and person holding it.
A blade is something that must speak to the holder. It must be more than an implement, it must be an extension of the soul of the wielder. As it intersects the electromagnetic field of the bottom it sets off a scalar resonance which does not require even a touch if the operator has sufficient skill.
Why is this?
Steel is a natural antenna. And the molecular structure of the blade after it has been forged gives it a unique set of resonant characteristics which may or may not mesh with the user. That is why when purchasing a blade, one must hold the blade, feel it in the hand, let it speak to you as it were. And not until you find the one that speaks do you buy. More than fit, more than balance, it is that relationship between the vibratory rate of the blade and the energy field of the operator which determines if a blade is right for him. It is something that cannot be described in words but you will know it when it happens.
And when that occurs there is a relationship stronger than any that can exist between mere humans. The blade is a real part of the holder, one with his very nature and when he picks it up he is taking on a part of himself.
And then the play, the art, the magick of the flow of energy between the top, the blade and the bottom, all working, resonating together. The gentlest touch is sufficient, no more is needed. The key to knife play is skill and delicacy. This is not for those who think that play is the ability to hit as hard as you can as fast as you can. Any fool can swing a flogger, but it takes practice to work a knife. You do not cut. Blood is bad for the steel and a desecration of the blade. Nor do you use a blade that has served you in fighting in the days of your youth. The energies of those souls you and your old friend have sent to Hell are still in the steel and will damage the energy of the scene.
Remember, you and the knife are one. What the blade touches, you touch.
Meditate upon the blade. Hold it in your hand and contemplate it and its beauty. Bring it into your mind and hold it there. It is the best friend you will ever have. Do this every day and when the time for play comes let the blade decide how you will use it. It will tell you in words that make human speech dumb by comparison.
When playing with a blade, do not be surprised if you suddenly feel yourself transported to another time. When you use a blade you are getting in touch with the most ancient parts of the human psyche, using one of man’s oldest tools and there are times when that delightful atavism will come roaring out and at that point you are no longer the civilized decadent of the 21st century, but rather something out of the human past, a part of the archetype as it were.