Mistress Talia: a sadistic domme

This will be a very short post. It's not so much about lots of kinky behavior as it is about a profound step that occurred within the dance between a dominant and her submissive.

A few years back, I was scening with a submissive that I saw regularly and had an ongoing relationship with. The specifics of the scene are not important to the story, though I'm certain humiliation, bondage and corporal were involved, as they always were between he and I.

The details are a bit fuzzy in my mind, except for this one image - him lying on the floor on his side, hands cuffed behind his back, in severe pain and nearly crying. And he said, "I would even bleed for you."

His words pierced to the deepest, most sadistic part of my psyche.

Obviously, he was deeply into submissive headspace when he offered that to me, and I was in very dominant headspace when it hit me with such poignancy. Both of these are altered states, and one should be cold sober in all senses when negotiating BDSM play, so I did nothing with his statement at the time but savor it.

His words had a profound effect on me, conjuring up images of knives and scalpels, of sharpness, of cutting flesh, of blood rushing. Until that time, I had considered blood something to be avoided, one canes with precision, avoiding crossing strokes, specifically to avoid blood. All at once, blood became something I wanted, desired, in a psychically vampire fashion.

I began lusting for blood. The entire thing struck me as very profound, not something to be done lightly, but with ceremony and emotion. The fantasy loomed large in my mind over the next few weeks.

Unfortunately, when I attempted to explore the idea with him, he was utterly horrified. His words had been spoken in an extremely submissive state, and I have no doubt he meant them genuinely at the time, but in the light of day, he found the idea terrifying, horrible, beyond awful.

I never discussed the notion with him again, but my blood lust had been awakened and I began reading and researching. I bought several knives. I practiced cutting on oranges, learning to go so deep but not further. I fantasized. And I discussed my new dark desire with others...