שטויות שרשמתי בפטלייף

Making toys by oneself is always going to be a challenge, especially when one has never made one and simply resorted to buying them from events such as BDSM parties and online.. but there's that kind of push to want to leave an imprint with a studded paddle or one with the metal indents - simply a pleasure to use as one simply could have the shape of a heart somewhat and leave that imprint upon the ass cheeks of the receiving party.

I have never tried any of those apart for the candlewax, I have dripped wax in the shape of hearts of just drew as best I could upon the back and bosom of a lady who I had the pleasure of hurting some; of course - that was in the distant past. Today's party made me realize... I should do that again!

Using a cane to leave straight marks that could get to the point of light breaking of the skin and light bloodletting has been in my to-do list for a while now, though I doubt if I would be able to experience that.
Flogging with a cornucopia of tools would be interesting, to test which ones I like best; what angle and what kind of alternation to use to make sure all spots and surfaces are covered.
Whipping though.... I have always wanted to try, I would be damned if I didn't see a plump butt and didn't imagine myself whipping the daylight savings out of it. I want to leave marks, I want to hurt... I want it to hurt.
I would hug the person who lets me do that to them, say thank you for the experience and be on my merry way.. But.. Aftercare is a big part of my BDSM lifestyle and therefore - I cannot in good conscience simply hurt and go away afterwards. One of the reasons I have decided to keep BDSM in the confines of a romantic relationship and not separately. I do not want a little side piece to simply hurt and abuse, I wouldn't want someone to just let me do whatever I wanted in the sense of hurting her bare back, bare ass and chest and go away after I was done and satisfied.
There's that drive to care for someone, to give them a warm and loving hug and let them get down comfortably from that endorphin high while knowing full well that they have someone to snuggle up to, talk to and be pampered with attention and love afterwards.

I got my metaphorical ear chewed out today by someone who got annoyed with the fact that I didn't stay in the club to do an impact play session with her, but I guess beggars can stay in their merry beggar ways and the choosers let down many a people because of their pickiness.
Alas, I can only find solace in the fact that I was a little too drunk to remember who it was to accost them for being dimwits.

Anyhow, there's still that drive to hurt and give that lovely lady who you wouldn't even assume was a little masochist what she wanted, there's more to that though than just hurt and let go. Emotions bond and form knots quite easily, the way the eyes glisten with admiration and appreciation when one hurts the other; rather asking to be hurt more with a gaze than words.
I wouldn't know what to do, as I cannot bring myself to be in that state. There's that innate need to care for the one under you. They let their guards down and let you hurt them; it only makes sense to return that in kind in the form of care and affection. I may be intertwining two trains of thought together but I would rather be this way than be any other way. Every single one of us does something their way, be it the bare handed spanking that I love so much, the flogging and caning.. It falls under a neat umbrella that not everyone has to stand underneath it the same way. Some may stand outside it with their leg sheltered from the rain, some may envelope themselves in it and be sheltered completely. We all get wet though, in one way or another.

Ta, you lovely little masochists.