The games we play are many. We play with knives, swords, arrows, needles, letter openers, canes and whips. There are endless permutations and realizations. We bring these fantasies as close to "real" as possible--without stepping over the boundaries that would bring on permanent injury. These games are controlled by Sam, with precision execution, just the right touch, the right pressure... the right amount of pain. At times, the fantasy can get so real that I can see, taste, touch and smell the blood from deep within me. We keep a blade close by, but never too close... the temptation becomes too great, the passion, too high.