Since I wrote my last post about my fascination with blood - I’ve been pretty wound up and needing a release.  Not an orgasmic release per say - I needed to bleed.  I needed to feel that cold sharp blade cut through my skin.  I needed the pain and joy that being cut brings me.  I needed to see the blood, feel it, play with it, and taste it.  I’m not allowed to cut myself, now it’s something only Daddy can do for me and when he walked in the front door from work, I was all over him like a yappy little dog. lol

Daddy wanted to relax and have a little down time before he did anything to me.  I had told him earlier on the phone what I was feeling so he knew what was going on in my head, but he still thought watching me wait, chomping at the bit to be his canvas, was funny.   Eventually, FINALLY (impatient much?) he told me to go get the stuff to do a cutting with!  WooHoo!!

I’m feeling incredibly sore, but soooo very satisfied now!  Thank you Daddy!