I have talons that I like to use for more extreme sessions. Razor edged spikes that slide over my fingers - palmless, cold, metal gloves. They were a gift from a friend who, by some blessing of nature, is a metal worker. He has produced several of my more severe devices. We are a dangerous pair when we get together and pull out our yellow tablets and pencils.
These talons, a particular favorite of mine, can be used in mild play sessions - or more extreme, and bloody escapades. Obviously, the latter has been far and few between - nm is, in fact, the only one that dared to go for a more extreme encounter, and she has an almost love/hate relationship with them…and me.
The gloves aren’t pulled out frequently for those reasons. Razors are a lot less threatening, disposable and don’t require the painstaking attention between sessions. Still, there are times that I put them on…just to have them on.
I remember the marks they leave - like you would expect of an animal. Perhaps that is where the appeal is - my lowest common denominator - the beast.
I crave. I hunger. I burn.