Fetish Toys

Like many male bottoms when I at last found myself in a relationship that includes BDSM I went on a toy binge. My only regret is that I didn’t know how tight money would get: I’d have bought more.

For the most part I did ask her about what I wanted to buy. Where’s the joy if she would get no pleasure out of the instrument?

Prior to her last return to these shores I wrote of The Toys That Time Forgot. They remained pretty much forgotten. Everyday stress - mostly about money - wore me down. A bad reaction to some pills killed a few nights. Too little was made of our precious time together - at least within kink - something I vow will not be repeated.

The Humbler: having a large scrotal sac may be manly but can be a damned nuisance in S&M. Alexandra needs nothing more than the wish to have me kneel. But as I’ve confessed there is something about the testicle bondage connection … We need to practice putting it on outside of a scene (though one may start at least on my end the moment it locks). This is one of those devices where the distinction between fetishist and slave is very hard for me to keep distinct in my mind.

Posture Bar / Collar: we did use that again once. And a device doesn’t need to be used to the point of diminishing response. I cherish the way it leaves me available and vulnerable. While I feel no reluctance to give myself to her, how wonderful it is to be taken.

Thumbcuffs / Steel Handcuffs: the former were my idea (ahem, I did wonder if they’d make testicle cuffs as well). The latter I had the impression was something she wanted. Pretty minor even though there’s that wish to use what you’ve paid for. The thumbcuffs capture that uncomfortable bondage you may almost regret having wished for. I have to confess that is often near the surface of my mind when I’m feeling slavish.

Electro-play toys: I guess it is best to be grateful we’ve been timid about these. Probably would’ve been explored some if it weren’t for the separations. I want to feel that pain. But only when I can sense her desire to inflict it. A classical instance of how the masochist depends on the sadist. No rush. I’m glad she’s careful even if I’m not.

If I were wealthy what would I buy? Oh, I’d just have a house built to our specifications with a floor a slave could crawl beneath and little places to put him.

More specifically a throne for Alexandra with a pit beneath it for me. Since she liked it so much when she saw one in use in Fetishes a bondage wheel. Those things cost a few grand.

Naturally the large grounds would be surrounded by high walls for privacy. Then I really could enact my cart animal desires as I pulled her behind me. And hope she’d work me for her amusement.

Naturally an iron cage. My brain always seems to shatter at the complete loss of physical freedom. And a nice dogcart for me to pull. .What else? I’m still impressed by the testicle pillory I mentioned a year or so ago. Probably whatever sort of bondage furniture she liked. Surely a good queening stool might be in the mix. Back when my mind was fixated on these things I always wanted to say “I’ll take one of everything.”

Dropping below $100 I find myself fascinated by muzzles and steel collars. But they’d only be fun if she got a kick out of them (or, yes, yes I got kicked). Being a bondage whore I get caught up in spreader bars and other objects that would limit my bodily motion. She can make me helpless with a word, gesture or look. But she’s generous enough to not mind using metal, leather, rubber and rope.

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