Be careful what you wish for
Be careful what you wish for………………..These words came back to haunt me big style I can tell you.
I’ve been in the scene a little over six years now as a submissive/slave to my long term vanilla partner/Dominant/Master and like every newbie in the beginning browsing Fetlife and shopping in online stores and markets for new kinky gear was like all my Christmas’ had come at once (Pun intended). Actually i met my Partner/Master making my very fist purchase which was a pair of pink suede restraint cuffs. I went shopping for some kinky stuff and ended up with the only Master i’ve ever had or wanted.
Anyway unlike that great shopping experience, i’ve not always had the best judgement in purchasing kinky toys for us to play with. A certain small wooden paddle i picked up at London Alternative Market (LAM) still fills me with fear every-time i see it placed on the bed for a play session, or i hear my Master tap it against his hand (Intentionally or not?) or my bare rear. I’d browsed all the lovely trader stalls at LAM and remember spotting some beautiful finished pieces of various exotic looking textured wood paddles that seemed to draw me in and want me to touch them. So i did, and they were ever so tactile and sensual to the feel. At that point i was hooked, i knew I’d purchase one, but which one? they all looked kind of sexy with their lovely contoured curves or rigid straight lines cavorting with the woods natural grains. Okay so i wimped out a little and chose one of the smaller Iroko wood smooth contoured wave paddle around twelve inches in length and approximately half an inch thick and pretty lightweight. So having thought i’d chosen well with a smooth wave facia design and with the weight and size of the paddle I paid for my purchase with glee looking forward to seeing my Masters face on seeing our new impact toy, and anticipating it’s use.
He loved my choice and the beautiful workmanship of the paddle as he felt the gentle weight of the Iroko paddle in his hand and smiled enigmatically. Should i have been worried at that point?
Well i wasn’t, in fact when we got home and after we had eaten i suggested rather eagerly that we give the paddle a little test run. So i enthusiastically positioned myself across his knee expecting a little warm up pre-new paddle spanking, but that didn’t happen. Let me tell you my Master nearly had to peel me from the ceiling after he made his first strike, it wasn’t even with great force, but it didn’t need to be because it was certainly one hundred percent effective. It felt like a huge sized bee had hit me with precision point accuracy with it’s stinger in my rump. Hurt is an understatement, and the profanities that burst forth from my mouth were testament to the fact. God the damned thing stung like holy Fcuk for a long long time afterwards.
From then on I made a mental note to myself to take better care when choosing new toys for us to play with, especially avoiding the pretty textured wooden ones that strike fear in me when i see them.
The innocent looking paddle purchased from WickedWoods.
A subs POV of being careful about the kind of kink toys they purchase for their Dom’s/Master’s/Top’s, some of the pretty things they can buy ‘can’ hurt like hell and they can regret buying them, so be careful to judge right!
Written by Guest Writer S’coo