They were just 'one of those things' that demanded to be purchased for the upcoming visit/trip when I saw them: Sterling silver finger rings designed to go over only the first knuckle, with a long claw on the top-side of each that extended out past the fingertip, and over the fingernail.
I asked the shopkeep (Russ) if I could try a few of the different ones on, and he obliged. I settled on a decorative pattern that I liked, but only saw two of that type. I asked Russ if he had any more of this particular style, and he said no, that's all he had.
After some negotiations about how I'd like the rings set up (sharpened to fine points), an offer to pay priority overnight shipping, and a couple of phone calls to his supplier to straighten out exactly which style of claws we were talking about, eight of them were on the way in an overnight delivery package.
I got a call from Russ the next afternoon and was told they were ready, and that he was awaiting my arrival. I took a late lunch from work, and went down to see how they'd turned out.
Russ and I proceeded to size the eight rings to all the digits on my hands (except the thumbs which I elected not to 'claw') and once he had one hand finished, I tested the sharpness by lightly drawing the points across a piece of scrap paper on top of the glass display cabinets: It easily sliced through them without much force. Russ just knowingly smirked at me.
Two days later, moonlight and I met up for a weekend together, and these wonderful items got their first real use on her flesh.
She had a look of both fear and wanting in her eyes as I sat on the side of the bed and brought the points down on her stomach. I lightly dragged them over her stomach, and up over her breasts; Even a light touch left reddened lines.
Moonlight loves knives, and hates needles, so these were a very strange mix that were wreaking havoc with her ability to think at the same time they marked and caressed her skin. Her back would arch up uncontrollably while drew a breath in across clenched teeth. More than once I had to warn her, "Flinch at your own peril."
Wanting to play on her fear of needles, I walked the points of the claws for one hand up her front in a pattern similar to that of a tarantula going for a stroll. I made sure that I brought one of the sharp points down directly on her left nipple. The effect was exactly what I wanted, though I couldn't keep using this method for very long. I had lift the claws off and remind her "Air is your friend..."
The effect was made even more pronounced by clawing down her front with my right hand while with the left, I inserted the index-claw between her lower lips with the point curled just inside her vagina. A very light pressure and a circular motion once again had us playing with air restriction without one ounce of pressure on her throat; just delightful. }:>
For a while, I traced out patterns on her abdomen, breasts, shoulders and neck. I noticed that some of marks actually had not just irritated the skin, but broken it in spots where a claw or two had dragged and jumped at the same time.
I took the claws off, donned a pair of latex gloves, and got out the bottle of AlcoSCRUB (a 70% solution of ethyl alcohol suspended in a gel form so it doesn't evaporate quickly). I broke open a package of 4"x4" 8ply surgical sponges, grabbed a few, squeezed out some of the gel on them, and applied that over the entire area of her front that I had been playing with. It's a very effective antiseptic and it's got one bitch of a sting to boot. The hisses and near shreiks were a delight to my ears.
Once the gel had dried, I had her roll over on her front, and I proceeded to trace out more patterns on her back. This time I got more groans of pleasure and delight rather than the silence of lungs unable to move air. I layed down meandering trails over her back for a while, and after I was done with that, I ordered her to get up and go look at my handiwork in the restroom mirror.
It took her a few minutes to recover enough of her mental faculties to actually be able to parse my order, get up, manage to balance, and head to the restroom. The surprised/shocked look on her face as she looked at the claw marks all over her was worth every penny paid for these new toys. They'll definitely become part of the regular rotation.
