I had never come across the term fear play until K mentioned she had seen a performance demonstrating it. A guy ties a girl up, brings over a fire extinguisher and places it next to her. He then proceeds to play with some flames … he then blindfolds her and pours (what smells like) fuel over her. Fear play.
I didn’t sound like anything I was particularly interested in, other than as a performance piece. Not for kink play, not my thing. But the seed was planted.
As we sometimes did, we had hired an Airbnb apartment in London and were enjoying a wonderful evening of kinky play. The beds headboard was one of those with vertical metal bars, evenly spaced. At one point I dragged the bed away from the wall and told K to sit at the head of the bed, putting her legs through the vertical metal bars. The bars were just the correct width. She placed a leg through one of the openings and as instructed fed her other leg through another but left an opening between the two she had legs in. With her feet then restrained to the beds legs it gave me easy access to her vagina. But that wasn’t what I was after, it was what I wanted her to think I was after. I restrained her arms and hung her breasts over the headboards top rail. Her limbs were completely restrained and she was helpless to move away. Perfect!
I walked away and went over to my bag of tricks. I pulled out something I had just purchased the day before. Not being into fishing I was surprised how difficult it was to find a fish and tackle shop in central London. But I found one and asked the shop owner for the biggest, scariest hook he had. “It’s not for fishing.” I told him. He handed me the biggest one he had, very sharp and with a nasty barb.
I took the hook over to K but hid it from her view. I proceeded to tease and torment her before finally pulling out the big scary hook. Her eyes opened wide and her expression changed to shock as she stared at the hook being held in front of her face.
“Whats that for?”
“I want to try feeding this through your skin. You always say you want to play with medical staples. Lets see maybe we like this.”
Her face didn’t show any signs of someone curious to try a kinky new game. Quite the opposite, she looked apprehensive.
I let my fingers slide along her right breast and gently held onto her nipple. I then brought the hook towards the nipple. She grimaced and looked away.
“No! I am scared.”
“Don’t worry. I am not going to hurt you.”
“Do you even know what you are doing?” She asked.
“I had Crazy Dave show me what to do. Don’t worry.” Crazy Dave (I have changed his name for this post) is a performer who’s performances include hooks through skin and that sort of thing. We had met him a while back at a party but no, I had not asked him for his advice. That was just another layer I added for K.
“I am scared, I don’t want to do this!”
“Well, that’s what RED is for.” I knew she hated using the safe word and would often rather suffer whatever she was being subjected to than use RED. But I honestly didn’t know if she would be able to stop herself from using it now.
I brought the hook closer again and let it rest against her skin. She winced and took a big gasp of breath.
“I hope I don’t fuck this up.” I added.
She tensed up even more and pulled her face away. I felt her leg that I was resting my arm on start to shake. Not a little shiver or shudder, but uncontrollable shaking. She was petrified.
I started to sink the hook into the skin just behind her nipple. Careful to not even break the skin but enough to have her feel the hook biting. Still she didn’t use her safety word. I then realised she was prepared to let me go ahead with this. My heart melted.
“K. K.” She didn’t react.
“K. I need to say something to you.” She turned her face to mine, her eyes wet, the skin on her face ashen, her lips dry.
“How is that for fear play?”
Almost instantly her face turned from terrified to just pissed off. But she bit her lip, smiled and laughed.
… true story