Cuttings

I found out along the way... that I have love of knifes. I didn't know this until I went to a demo at APEX that dealt with blood sports. Heck this was new to me, and I thought that in itself made it interesting, cause I am pretty well read on kinky things, hehehe, but didn't know a thing about blood sports at all. We saw this amazing event that included play piercings and cutting. Seeing two woman laced together by needles placed in the ir chests can't help but stay with you. It was very powerful experience even to watch.

After it was over I had to admit to Master that I found if very exciting and wanted to try some of the things we saw. Hell, I wanted to try everything we saw, except drinking blood. I love a good vampire story but that sure doesn't mean I want to be one.

This was my first cutting. It is an "M" cut into my butt with this wonderful knife he has. The "M" stands for Master. It is a one of a kind knife, made as a prototype for a special forces knife. I love showing it off to others, knowing this knife took my blood. Master just recently had a offer to trade it, but he was kind enough to ask how I felt about it. I didn't know till that moment that I now hold that knife in great regard. The sentimental value on it is worth more to me than anything I could purchase or trade for it cash value.

Since that first cutting there have been many occasions of blade play. We have used that knife again, and he has used a scalpel on me too. We even have the needles for play piercing now too. He put one needle in my chest... and it wasn't near as bad as I thought it would be. We will have to see about playing more with those later. He got a new knife too, one that easily fits into his pocket. He will take it out and flick it open, and right away my body responds with damp joy at just the thought of the blade gliding on my skin.

The cutting was one of those in the moment things. Master and I had visited a gun show, looking for scalpels and such. Wanted to do the cuttings more cleanly than a knife could. Although Master can sharpen his knives so sharp that it is damn near the same as a scalpel. He was messing with them one night, and told me to lay over his lap. Getting a cutting isn't anything like getting flogged. I don't have to set my mind to deal with pain. I just need to relax and let it happen. I laid there as he cut this entire flower out. And the only cut that really made me jump was the stem, it was long and bit deep, as you can see from the amount of blood coming out of that part. I never feel any real pain to it until he cleans it after he is done... and let me tell you damn but alcohol on a fresh cut is a mind bending stinging experience. Right about then it turns into something else... it becomes those endorphins, and the body goes nuts. It is incredible! About a half an hour after a cutting is when the case of lust sets in like no tomorrow. It is super charged!! This time instead of making love to me right then, Master did something new, he gave me another cutting. You can't see it in the picture but on the other shoulder he did a deeper and smaller cutting of a shooting star. By the time he was done with that one, I was in tripping head space like no tomorrow and still sort of feel floaty even now remembering it. The other fun part is the healing time... the skins tightens over the cutting and you can feel every line, but since they are so fine, they heal easily. I really like cutting, can you tell?

My spider web cutting was just for fun because I really wanted to feel the blade as it were. But the one for Lori was a big event. She asked that we come up with a good design for her. I spent a lot of time thinking on things that reminded me of Lori and who she is. It has the yin and yang of sun and moon in the middle with flames for the sun on one side and stars to go with the moon on the other side. Lori is actually the first person that Master ever played with besides me and she is still a great friend. Lori had become such a fan of cutting that when she took the collar of her Master, Mark, she asked that Lee show him how to do cuttings. Master did that good mentor thing and taught Mark. Since then Mark's skill has been growing a lot. And they are both loving it. Which is good cause we love them both as well.

When Master switched to using the scalpels on me he could move in a whole other direction with the cuttings. Instead of just being about the slicing of skin and the thrill that could give, it also became about artwork. We started finding and making up our own designs much like tattoo flash. It has progressed along the way with time to a whole mix of skills.

You will see that the curves aren't as smooth as they would be when drawn on her cutting and on the one that follows as well but wait till you see the later ones when Master found the fantastic new scalpel to use for cuttings.

Another adventure in Body Modification with Anna

Cutting Scene Report 8-8-99

I did this article for BDSM Home just ages ago and shame on me for never putting it up h ere but here it is! In all its glory!

As you might have noticed, there seems to be a theme in this edition, body modification. In the case of Wendy she went the big way! Get a branding is commitment that lasts forever. Much like a tattoo you had better love it because you are going to have it in some form till the day you die. For me there have been those forever choices, I have a tattoo on my butt. There were also the body modification choices that will be with me in some form too, since I have both nipples and my clit hood pierced. There is a temporary body modification that I fell in love with after seeing a demonstration at our local BDSM group, Cutting.

There is a great deal of misinformation about this subject. I have run into people who think there is just loads of dripping blood, or that once you make that cut, you will be scarred for life. They also seem to think there must be a lot of pain. Heck, I have to admit that when I went to the demo I didn't really know what to expect. But by the time it was over I knew I was in love. That was almost 2 years ago, and since then Master has given me quite a few cuttings and each of them has been a different experience. I thought since we were on this theme, I would talk about the cutting I just got. You can find other stories and pictures of cutting I have had by checking out the body modification section of my site, Anna's Erotic Art

Like getting a good flogging, there is a mood you hit that really makes you want to get that cutting, to feel the bite of the scalpel and to travel to the head space of trusting a person so much that you want them to use a life and death instrument on your body. Mind you I don't have that head space all the time but when I do, it seems to be all I can think about, and my hunger for it is very real.

I asked Master to give me a cutting partly so I could have a full set of pictures about the cutting and most certainly because I wanted one! He told me he would do thatfor me, but I would have to come up with the design because he just didn't have anything in mind. I honestly believe that is one of the hardest things about a cutting, deciding what to use as a design. Sometimes Master will have something in mind, but a great deal of the time it is sort of spur of the moment. This time I wanted it special and Master knew that when I told him what I wanted to do with the pictures. I looked through different tribal styles and came up with a design that made me think of wings. Master is the one that gave me wings, it seemed so right. When Master saw it he said he liked it, and wanted to do it, but in his minds eye he saw a black widow spider. I am sure if I was psychology major I could make some guesses on what that says about the two of us, but instead I will just be happy that he liked the design. But he liked the design so much that he was speculating that I could get it done as a full tattoo, at the very least he was going to make it a deeper cutting and rub a dye in it to make it last longer.

We planned to do it at a photo party at our BDSM organization. I went knowing I would be playing photographer for other couples there but I had no idea it would turn into another photo shoot for a product line of another friends leather goods. Master was tired from a full day of work, and decided that we would put the cutting off till the next day. I can't blame him, and I do understand. But there was still some let down. As any of you know who have planned a scene, having it called off can be a very big shock to the system. I was almost in a place where I could have sat down and cried I didn't. That would have just made the entire thing just dreadful for both of us. I finished taking pictures and we headed home.

The next day was family day, my daughter had a birthday party and I played pool monitor, and hung out with them but the entire day I was thinking in the back of my mind about that cutting. Could I deal with it being that big, could I deal with him going deeper into my flesh. I wasn't concerned at all about the long term effects of it, I was concerned with being able to reach head space and enjoy it, and more important to me, I was concerned with not disappointing Master by not being able to handle it. I think looking back now, that having that extra day to think on it, didn't make it better for me. The big energy I had for it had been blown the night before, and now my mind was spending time in panic instead of just looking forward to it.

At last the kids headed off to bed, our company headed home, and it was time to start. Master collected all the materials together, gloves, ink, scalpels, alcohol, betadine solution, and the large print out I had made of the design. We took our large comforter, folded it and put it on the cof fee table. Master set the lights, and it was time to start.

Another one of those looking back is 20/20 moments, as I write this I should have told Master that I had sort of lost my good karma for this, and worked myself into a bit of a panic, but in truth at the time I didn't recognize I really had, and the tension I felt, I was sure I could work my way through it. I laid down and tucked my hands under me. Master placed the stencil on my back to draw out the design through the paper. He used a rapidograph pen with a fine point to put the design on my back. He did the first side, started on the second side, and then realized it was placed too low, and he would end up cutting into my tattoo. That just wouldn't work, so he had to clean my back off and move the stencil and start over.

By now, I was sort of getting into the rhythm of the pen since it has a very fine sharp point. But even then it was biting just a bit. He finished doing the design. I was really hoping by now that I would be feeling totally calm, but I wasn't, not really. He got me all set up to make his first cuts, and I took a deep breath.

I could tell from the first moment that he was cutting deeper than I could ever remember. Normally I feel the blade touch my skin, just barely and then feel my skin seem to magically split aside for the blade. Very rarely is there any real bite. However this time, the skin didn't magically fold back. I felt like the rock that is carved by the water, it seemed a large trench was being placed in my skin. Normally I don't have a problem holding still while he does a cutting, but this time it seemed that my nerves just couldn't take it. I bit my cheek, I dug my fingernails into my legs, I pinched my legs. I was trying so hard to keep entirely still that each time I felt the blade touch me, I would hold my breathe till he lifted the blade from my skin. But no matter what I did, I just couldn't seem to keep as still as Master wanted. He corrected my behavior on this countless times and although I tried my best, and apologized each time I just couldn't do it, my muscles seemed to be determined to jump, and I didn't have enough control to make it stop.

By the time we were coming to end of the second half, Master had put on music for me, both of us hoping it would help me focus better, and he began to tell me how many cuts he was going to do, and how long they were. I wish now both of us had thought of this sooner, then maybe he would have been more pleased with my behavior. And I wouldn't feel now, like I let him down for not being able to deal with. Because his voice always has a calming effect on me, even when I am in head space.

Did I go into head space this time? Not the way I wanted to. I just couldn't seem to let go of it. I couldn't seem to reach that place where all the pain turns into pleasure. I got to a place where I could make my body stay through the pain, but I couldn't get lost in it. I don't know if it was the too much time to think about it that made this hard for me or maybe something else. In my adventures as a slave I have noticed that lately I am having a hard time getting to head space. And I think that is ultimately do to the way our lives have been going and stresses in them. I think that is born of lack of time to just enjoy each other in our roles of Master and slave. Sometimes this journey isn't the easy one we hope it will be. fter all the ink was laid in, leaving its own stinging bite behind. Master washed all the extra away with alcohol, being gentle with trying not to add to my pain by putting alcohol on top of the fresh cutting. At last he was done, the last pictures were taken. And for me it was time to calm down, cuddle up and wait for the endorphins to help take away the pain. They didn't hit like they have after other cuttings, probably again because of my head space and the deeper cut. Usually about a half hour after the cutting is done, I am so high you would think I was on drugs. Instead about a half hour after I thought maybe I was just going to go to sleep. Master took me bed and we made love. And that was great! Feeling that cutting rubbing on the sheets, just lit up my world. We fell asleep soon after. I woke up a few hours later, and realized we hadn't cleaned up the living room after our fun and the kids might be getting up soon.

I got out of bed, feeling each line of the cutting. A cutting is like the great soar butt that keeps reminding you it is there. I could feel the high edges of the slices, and the burning of my angry flesh, and I enjoyed every second of it. In fact I was feeling pretty warm and fuzzy about the entire thing. I came back to bed and Master cuddled up to me, letting out his evil giggle when I winced at my back touched him. In the morning when we woke up, we made love again. And then it was time to talk a bit about how it all went. Master wants to know how I feel after every scene and I want to know how he feels. He told me he enjoyed it but that he wished I could have held still better. He told me I was "okay". Now for an over achiever type like me, this was killer. I don't like to be "okay" at anything I do. In fact, I believe I should be damn good at about anything I do especially when it comes to something with or for Master. I was a bit crushed, then he got annoyed. He went to take his shower and by the time he returned I said I was sorry for reacting to badly to his truthful opinion. I wish I could have held still better, and I hope months from now when Master and I sit down to do another cutting he won't hesitate because I didn't react as I should have to this one. I won't know that till then I guess.

Master and I are different people in how we deal with the world. I get my energy from other people, in a crowd of folks I like I am just flying off it. Master tends to find that draining, and seeks his energy from the inside. After he has worked so hard to give me a scene, he withdraws to regroup and find his energy again. Unfortunately that is the time when I need to have energy from him to let me know that he did enjoy it, that he is pleased with me. Hell I admit that I can be a bit needy in that stage, and this gets on Master's nerves, and he withdrawals more. I guess I felt the need to be told I was more than "okay" and not getting that left me feeling hurt. This isn't a new problem for us, and I have no idea if we will ever find a way around it, since in those moments we are just doing what comes most naturally to both of us.

It has been almost 24 hours since I got the cutting, that took 2 hours to do from start to finish, and my back is alive with those burning edges, but it is beginning to heal a bit too. I heal really well and in two weeks unless the ink worked, you won't even be able to tell where I got the cutting. In the mean time I have learned that maybe doing the design so big wasn't a good idea. I have also learned that getting cut in certain places on my back is way worse than others. Like that fleshy part at my waist line, not a good place and wouldn't you know that the largest part of the cutting was right there.

Ultimately now I can look back and say I enjoyed it, even for the struggle that it turned out to be, before, during and after. I am happy with how it looks and am sure I will enjoy showing it off. It is creating some very glowing feelings in the after effects because I will be feeling it every time I move for quite a few days. I guess my only wish is that I could step outside my body and really see what it looks like when other people see it.

Cuttings aren't for everyone. There isn't near the blood people think, even with it being a deeper cut, I hardly bled at all. There are things that make it wonderful that words can't even touch on. I know it is something I will be enjoying for a long time to come. If you would like to know more or talk further with me about this subject feel free to contact me or better yet share your own stories of life in this wonderful lifestyle.

Just as a last note here, it has been week since I wrote this piece, and since then the cutting has been through many stages, including that incredible feeling like electric lines on my body, where the touch of Master's just makes me come alive and shiver from head to toe.

Also since then I got to go to our local groups party and show it off, hehehe. I made a totally backless dress for event, and everyone loved it! They were just amazed that it was already a week old and still looked this good, and held together so well. By and large the folks thought it looked good enough that I should go get a tattoo of it too. And in the end, and with time for the healing to begin, I am extremely glad I got the cutting...and am still sure I will ask for more.

Even after 2 years you can still see pieces of it on my back. Mostly the two top points are still there. We have talked about redoing it since then but just haven't ever done it. What we found out inking it is that you have get it all cut equally deep in order to have it all stay. If he could have done the center portions as deep as he did the top, it would probably still be there too. But where the skin is looser it is way harder to cut deeper cause the skin drags and is more sensitive to the cutting.

This cutting was done for a friend of ours using the new tricks we learned along the way. He had the new scalpel handle and it made doing even consistent curves possible. The only problem Master had with it at first was that the new handle was so much lighter that he had to learn all over again how much pressure to put on it.

My first cutting with the new handle was actually done twice. The first time he didn't go deep enough and it was with consistent pressure so it didn't look right. But the second time he did it, it was perfect. Oh and dang it felt really good too.

See how much nicer it is on the left image? He cut much deep that time and look how fine the curves are. I loved this cutting, it not only felt just wonderful but it looked damn good too. Yep just call it temp body modification for fashion!

This next image is actually way more special than most. It was for the girl who would eventually be my now sister slave to Master for a time. This was the first time they actually had any kind of play and at the time we sure didn't know where the road would take us but at the time we did know how special this kind of thing was to her.

Lais had done lots of playing where blood was involved and in fact has a serious love for needles but this was her first artistic cutting. It was done on the top of her left breast and the design was about 5 inches tall. What really makes it special is the symbols we used.

Her parents were Missionaries in the Amazon and she spent most of her young life living in the Amazon jungle with native Indians. She takes much of her spirituality from that environment. We talked some about what different symbols meant and we looked at some of the design work of the tribe that she was raised with and I came up with design in my handy dandy computer.

She was extremely happy with it. Being that she does a lot of blood play for spiritual reasons she did want it to bleed good as it were and boy did it. Master says it was probably the deepest cutting he has ever given but he was very happy with it and so was she. It is very cool to the mind and soul to give someone a cutting that means so much to them. She walked around feeling very warm and fuzzy about it till it all faded away.

As Master got better and better at cutting, it seemed more and more people wanted him to teach them how to do it. Master has taught just about all our family of choice folks how to do cuttings, a few others too. We even did talks and demo’s at Apex a couple of times. And of course there have been more cuttings.

At one of our many Family of Choice cutting parties, Master went for it big time. For a while he had wanted to do a large cutting on me. We talked lots about it and then found the right images to use, tweaked them for what we needed. It was one of those moments when everything just worked perfect. The cutting itself took hours to do. It was so detailed and large it just couldn’t go fast. For my end of it, or at least as I remember it, it wasn’t hard to deal with it just seemed to flow like endless magic. The funniest part was since it took hours all though it our friends were coming up and saying how pretty it was and asking me if I was okay. I was great and even after all this time it is still one of my favorite cutting.

Or is that a tramp stamp? Where the tiger one was this amazing zen moment, the lower back was a whole different world of pain. First off let me say that it isn’t the easiest place to get a cutting but what made it really hard wasn’t the where but the how. That same night Master was giving BT and Lia instruction in the cutting thing. Master had energy to burn I think and used it to go for it with me. I was laid out on the table and Master wasn’t fooling around. I didn’t know it before hand be he had decided he wanted to last a long time, which meant he was going to cut it deep. Deep! No it didn’t kill me and hell it didn’t last forever but in the moment it was intense as hell! Thank goodness for Lia who held my hands and helped me from just jumping off the table. I really did like the way it turned out but I haven’t jumped up and down to volunteer to do that again either. 

At one of the endless cutting parties Master would always end up giving cuttings to women who really wanted to know what it was like. I would crank up a drawing real quick, put it on their back and the fun would begin. I include this one because I really like the way my horse head turned out but if you look on the woman’s leg you will see a blood print. After the cutting if the bleeding is all good and it has been cleaned off, it will all start to bleed again together, you take a paper towel and lay it over the top. You can get the coolest blood prints from that. There have been a few times that people have actually take the towel put it in a baggy and kept it. What occurs to me though is that think years down the road, the person has passed away and in the drawer cleaned out by kids and grand kids they find the blood towel. I wonder what they will say if they didn’t know ahead of time. It is one of the reasons I have always been very open with my kids, I don’t think they will ever find anything that shocks them even if some of it makes them shakes their heads.

I freely admit the design from this was stolen from a Final Fantasy video game. Yes, I do fit a bit silly about that but I really did like the artwork. The nutty thing was actually thinking it was a good idea to put this on my breast. It wasn’t the cutting that was difficult. It was actually quite easy to deal with the feeling of it and pretty nice really. However like I said before if the skin is loose or moves a lot it is harder to cut and harder to heal. That was the problem; the boob has weight so it is always suffering from gravity, LOL. It took it a long time to heal and wasn’t as clean a close up as it is on my back. It was pretty but since then we having done my boob again because it wasn’t so wonderful that it was really worth doing again. LOL.

What follows are more pictures of cuttings Master has done. Not all of them come with long stories but all of them were yummy in the opinion of the ladies on the receiving end. You can tell which one is me, it is easy just look for the small black lines because the tips are still visible on my back from the spider cutting. Also if you look closely some of the photo angles also show the fine white scars on my back from the previous cuttings. You can’t really see them when you just look at my back, have to catch it at just the right angle.

Cuttings are still a favorite activity of ours and I am sure we will keep doing them. In the mean time we like the pictures and the memories they bring too, hope you enjoyed them.