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Sweet Torment

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He started at my feet, trailing the whip’s 11″ falls up my legs and naked back, administering surprising flicks to the fleshy areas.

Despite my already warmed bottom, I was shivering by the time he reached my shoulders, eager to feel the heat of the whip.

He eventually administered what I sought, windmilling the latex whip so it beat a staccato against my receptive skin. There was no thud; it was all sting. And it was fast, a flurry of rouge latex pelting me — right cheek, left thigh, left cheek, right thigh. And it was quiet — like soft rain against the window.

A ferocious application successfully argued the benefits of sting over thud: torturous because, despite my writhing away, I couldn’t get enough. I could have lasted like this — in sweet torment — for hours, as he whipped me into a frenzy of anticipation.

Flipped over and blindfolded, I clasped my hands over my head as the whip traveled my breasts, belly and inner thighs. I felt the burn in the most surprising, and welcome, of places.

The Rouge Latex Whip was delicious foreplay for what our other bondage toys delivered that night. While not a heavy-hitter, this is one of the few sex toys whose sole purpose will be in delivering our brand of sensuous — a little bit sweet, a little bit painful, but most definitely pink.

The Details:

 
Product: Rouge Latex Whip
Manufacturer: Sportsheets
Material: Latex/Plastic
Length: 13 1/2″
Width: 1″
Weight: 1.5 oz
Vrooms: 2 out of 5 (low-impact)
Price: $9.99

Available for purchase here.

 
 
 
 

This product was provided to me free of charge by Eden Fantasys in exchange for an unbiased review. This review is in compliance with the FTC guidelines.

Shudder

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Lying on the sheets, I still feel him. I push my bottom into the mattress, knees bent, legs apart, grinding the welts against the fabric. It hurts, just a little, but not like it did last night. Last night I was consumed by heat after my thirty-five minute, birthday spanking — one minute for every year. Last night, I slept curled on my side against him.

Tonight I am alone.

Earlier today, I remembered the vibrator that arrived in an unmarked box. I retrieved it and prepared it for later. All day it waited on my pillow. Now, with a triage of lit candles and the memories of last night, I am ready.

He dragged the chair into the middle of the room. He said, “come here,” and I came. He said “pull your pants down”, and I pulled them down. He said, “move your hands”, and I moved them so he could see.

I turn the dial on the remote and the vibrator glows red accompanied by a low hum. Its soft body finds the right spot and my tummy tingles. It is not like my other vibrators. Because it is small, it moves with me, leaving my hands free to explore. On low, it whispers against me, and I imagine his breath.

My elbows dug into the rug. I tucked my head between my arms and watched my breasts dangle and dance from his lap. He started slowly, methodically warming me as he wished me a happy birthday. He landed a few sharp smacks; my feet rose in defense. “Keep your legs down,” he said. But I couldn’t.

The vibrator has two flexible fingers. I position them so they straddle my clit and adjust the power to medium, then back to low, then up to high. I close my legs and hug it, arch my back and bear down on the still-tender sit spot. As I move, the vibrator pushes deeper. I want to pull away from it, withhold, make me beg. I switch the power to low to tease myself instead.

He held the belt in his hands. He traced it down my spine, sending a shiver from my neck to my exposed thighs as I perched on the chair. My bottom clenched intuitively. They began their serenade. “Happy birthday to you”, he sang. Thwap!, joined the belt as it struck my cheeks. It was a slow, measured duet that left me swooning.

I am no longer fighting it. The vibrator is on high. I mimic his fingers and then squeeze a lobe in my now slippery hand, feeling the pain, remembering how the belt bit my flesh. I remember how I cried out, “no!”, and now, I cry out, “yes!”

I shudder and climax.

Minutes later, I rise on shaky legs to wash my vibrator and myself. I reluctantly put it away with my other sex toys in the cabinet, pausing at the crops and paddles, promising myself that he will be here to witness my next release.

The Details

Product: Magic Dragon – bullet vibrator
Material: Jelly
Length: 4 1/2″
Texture: Ribbed
Control type: Control pack
Powered By: AA-2
Vrooms: 4 out of 5
Price: $19.99 and worth every penny

Available for purchase here.

Bring the Ouch

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Twitt

He came to spank me.

Motoring down the highway, his leather chaps impervious to the whipping wind, he had one intent. Fifty miles away and considering my own leather — a brand new paddle — I waited for my spanking.

The newest addition to my growing bondage and fetish toy collection waited on the bed beside me. It isn’t a scary paddle, although its 12 inches declare in bright red lettering, “OUCH”. Ever skeptical, I regarded that declaration as seriously as I would a man wearing a “Stud” t-shirt: actions speak louder than words, buddy.

Technically a slapper, this paddle spoke loudly. Its two pieces of leather smack together upon impact, echoing the sounds of leather meeting flesh. I could tell that discretion would be impossible as I slapped the paddle against my palm.

Discretion, I realized as I heard D’s Harley roar through my neighborhood and stop at my drive, has never been our top priority.

Upon entry into my room, I was gruffly tossed over the edge of the bed for a rapid warm up. My pajama bottoms were woefully dismissed and the paddle dutifully employed on my barely-pink cheeks.

It stung at first, but not in that annoying sting I get from light wood. Then things became a whole lot hotter — with a capital “H” appearing on my right cheek, followed by a “U” and a “C”. “UCH”, my cheeks said.

Glancing back at him, I nearly laughed at his concentration.

“You’re trying for the ‘O’, aren’t you?” I giggled.

“Must…,” thwap! “Get…,” smack! “The ‘O’!”

“Don’t we all just want the big ‘O’?” I asked, making a feeble joke as I watched him begin a serious swing.

For all the fun that we had, the paddle did eventually bring a full and mighty ouch, coloring my cheeks one of the more lovely hues I’ve seen in a long time: a happy and robust deep pink.

I admired my bottom in the mirror, while D looked on.

“Oh, it’s so pretty,” I said, with a touch of awe that no letter impressions remained. “More, please!”

More. More spanking, more sex toys, more pink.

What will be my next purchase? How about a “Stud” t-shirt?

He’s earned it.

The Details
Product: Ouch Impressions Paddle
Material: Leather
Length: 12″
Width: 2 1/4″
Weight: 1.7 oz
Intensity: 4 out of 5
Manufacturer: Sportsheets
Price: $26.99

Available for purchase here.

Tied and Twisted

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Twitt

With my hands grabbing my ankles, my bottom hovering in the air above the mattress, the only thing left to support my upper body weight was my face — which was ungracefully smashed by the effort.
 
This was a surprise on an otherwise innocent Sunday morning. Just as I opened my eyes, he was there, pulling off my tap pants, freeing me from my lace tank top. I thought he had his mind on fun. I had no idea.
 
He grabbed me by the feet and pulled me to the end of the bed, attaching the soft restraints to my ankles. Then he flipped me onto my stomach, giving me a motivational swat to my barely awake butt, and put matching cuffs on my wrists. From the nightstand, he grabbed the O-ring hub device to connect my ankles to my wrists.
 
He stood back to survey my positioning. I swear he said, “Oh yeah. I like this,” as if he were the tawny, scrawny lion contemplating a field of sleeping bunny rabbits. Feast all you want, lion, this bunny isn’t hopping anywhere.
 
His hand worked its usual cadence but it was the belt who betrayed me: belittling spots not meant to be scolded, but I could not shield those most tender areas. With my wrists connected to my ankles, I know that I was wide open to any onslaught. Belt, hand, fingers, teeth, vibrator, I was vulnerable to it all.
 
And, yes, I loved it.
 

Thus is the life of a sex toy tester.
 
He rolled me onto my back with my knees drawn to my chest, and I couldn’t suppress my giggles. I was dizzy with the possibilities of our newest set of bondage cuffs, watching my breasts bounce with each gulp of air.
 
With so many uncomfortable positions on the menu, will we ever have time to try them all?
 
 
Pertinent info on “Hog-tied” restraints:
 
Material: Nylon/Metal
Color: Black
Length: 15″
Width: 2″
Closure: Velcro/buckle
Manufacturer: Sportsheets
Price: $28.99

 

Whip Tip Flop

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It was inevitable.
 
The girl who boasted of never meeting an implement she didn’t like can no longer make that claim.
 
I approached this toy from Eden Fantasys, the adult toy retailer, with the same nervous excitement as I greet any new addition. It was whippy. It was croppy. It was the Whip Tip Crop, and it looked like a stinger.

Made of black leather, it looks just like it sounds: a crop-style shaft that finishes in a whip tip of thin, nylon rope. Chosen from Eden’s Bondage Toys selection, it had great reviews.
 
After an appetizer replete with hand and belt, it was time to test this toy out. True to its appearance, it stung. And it stung some more. The level of sting never fluctuated, no matter how softly or harshly it was used. The whip tip isn’t long enough to offer a variety of sensations but instead it felt like the same-sized bee stinging my bottom repeatedly. If you enjoy just plain sting — and this girl doesn’t — then you might like this implement.
 
Perhaps it would be better as a crop?

We dove in only to find that the whip tip wraps if it is used as a crop. After a few swishes and cracks, my body cried ‘Uncle’ — my unprotected hip bones not designed to absorb pain quite like my generous bottom. D, as an experienced connoisseur, has a stern “no wrapping” rule as well, so he quickly abandoned the experiment amid my cries of genuine discomfort.
 
What did that devious Dom reach for next, to appease both of us?
 
The cane. Yes, that one. All 40 inches of it.
 
One way or another, it appeared as though I was going to earn my stripes that night. Six blazing strokes to the rescue, and the evening was saved — earning me new bragging rights.


Best in Show

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It arrived in plain, brown cardboard. Eden Fantasys, a sex toys retailer, understands matters of discretion. However, my emotions upon opening the nondescript box were anything but discreet: pulse quickening, tummy tightening, lip moistening delight.
 

It looks like a crop, but isn’t. Unlike a crop, the shaft itself is not meant for spanking, as there is a coil of metal where it meets the leather tip. The 24″ Doggin’ Bat culminates in two pieces of 1.5″ wide leather, the business end of the implement.
 
Any time there is a new member introduced to our toy chest, I brim with nervous enthusiasm. It’s rather like a first date, isn’t it? The anticipation, the tease, the wait — will he be as good in person as he is on paper? What kind of panties should I wear for this introduction? (Of course, to carry the analogy that far insinuates that I’m the kind of girl to flash her knickers on a first date. I will neither confirm nor deny.)
 
When it comes to leather, though, I’m sort of a sure thing.
 
Oh yes, predictably, my jeans were joined by my panties in short order and the Doggin’ Bat slap, slap, slapped its way across my cheeks. I kept thinking, “Where is the bite? There is no bite. Bring the heat!”
 

From Chross


About to call a halt to the initiation, suddenly the bat sprung to life with a resounding whap! It was at one moment barely perceptible, and the next, cringe-worthy in its gruffness.
 
And that handle…oh my, that naughty handle probed in places a handle has never gone before, only to turn itself ’round again and survey other sensitive areas.
 
It was a full-body, sensual exploration that kept me guessing at his next move. Higher, lower, under my cheeks, (between my cheeks), his leather fingers snapped and caressed. Would he be hard? Would he gently tongue me closer to climax only to withdraw again with a punishing stroke? He had the ability to do it all. Except vibrate.
 

Yes, I shall be taking this tall, dark rider out for a second date. Maybe next time I’ll make it a ménage à trois and invite one of his horsey cousins.