I own toys.
Really. Real ones.
Yesterday I went to Twisted Toyland, a local event attended by kinky people and vendors of fun stuff. Fun stuff like floggers, and rope.
Yep, I bought two floggers: a buffalo-hide warmup and a heavier leather beast that feels like it could actually hurt. *giggle* A very good Domme friend was kind enough to hit me a few times with each (plus one she bought) but nothing hard. I'm looking forward to a chance to use it... or have it used on me... or something.
I also bought two 30-foot and one 40-foot lengths of blue-dyed jute. It's beautiful just laying there.
It is odd owning Implements of Destruction like these. ;) But I'm enjoying the idea. I have a toy bag in mind that would fit my personality: a tool bag; black or grey and strong enough to carry ANYTHING. Mwahahahaha.
Now I need to find hands that fit handles, arms that can swing, and hearts that can love while the strikes land.
QL
