Once upon a time I made W a flogger - a rope flogger. It was nice but was missing something.... (like enough bang for the buck)
so I added a knot to each fall...... it still wasn't enough.. so I added a couple more knots to each fall............
that more than worked...( AND ..trust me when I say - those knots raised more than a few eyebrows at the next play party - and was the start of my 'reputation' for being a pain slut)
This was the one toy we had that I considered 'tough'... it was the one toy that would / could and did move me to tears. W would hit me hard enough that he actually would knock the knots right out of it... and I would (like the good masochist I was growing up to be) re-knot the falls.
Yesterday W brought the rope flogger with all the knots out of his bag .... it was going to be our warm up toy. My heart fluttered - a warm up toy??? oh W knows me so well ... that knotted rope flogger that used to bring me to my knees is now a warm up toy... a sensuous toy - it feels wonderful!!!
Our "tough" toys are now whips and leather straps and canes ....... and after a very nice warm up with the knots ....... the other toys stepped in and brought me to my knees - and left me dancing with my fairies.
I am almost a full grown masochist ..........