My collection of toys is eclectic. I don’t own any dildos. No vibrators, large or small, phallus or butterfly shaped.
In my official toy chest I have a flogger, a pair of leather cuffs, a leather collar, leather leash, and nipple clips.
I am also the proud owner of a lot of edged weapons.
I never want my toys to be the centerpiece when I play (unless, of course, that is the point of the session). I want the experience itself to be the focus. The slow seduction or the rough submission. Toys are props for me. I’m just as content pinning hands over head and holding them still in my grip, as I am in tying them down with rope. Sloping furniture made for experimenting with positions is nice, but my large leather reading chair is perfect for spreading open someone’s thighs, resting them on the plush arms, and laying them forth as a feast.
An evening of slow increasing pressure drawn forth in glances and subtle touches is just as effective as any toy I have yet had the pleasure to use.
Not to say I don’t love playing with toys – there are many I look forward to experimenting with. But to bastardize a well-worn sentiment – I want to own my toys, not have them own me.
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Serenity, Nethers
I own few toys. A couple of clitoral vibrators (one the epitome of elegance and the other trashy as can be), a small butt plug and my imagination. I realised some time ago that for example, I care little for bondage beyond the aesthetic, since my passion is for psychological creativity. I admire your playful use of the furniture to hand, and would much, much rather feel your strong hands around my fragile wrists than the coarse texture of rope.
Fingers are exquisite and I respond with electric grace to their warm and dextrous use. Perhaps it’s the human contact I love; flesh on or in flesh, mind manipulating mind.
Of course there are some avenues of pleasure or more accurately pain that require implements, but I do not think of these as toys. No, these tools are worthy of my deference and I speak of them with due respect.
Your post ‘Lullaby’ made me pause. Your voice has a power and I often wonder how you would sound, and how I would feel when you spoke to me one on one. I imagine your voice to be a fine weapon of choice.
I was going to respond, but then I got too excited about your Firefly/Serenity quote and forgot what I was going to say. Carry on. :)
Agreed, the toys should not be the “IT” unless you choose it to be so. Your voice , eyes, touch would be just fine.. (well ~~add a bit of rope and i would smile.)
but indeed.. toys should not be the focus.. it should be the lovely , wicked, unexpected , sudden addition to the play of the person upon person.. that makes them so delicious.. should one decide to use them.
delightful insight there.. thank you
I’d like to see that chair ;)
A seductive glance, A mesmerizing touch, classical music as background, finally a sloped piece of furniture gives me quite the visual of wanting to be explored by that special lover, whereever he may be.