We make stuff. I have been making stuff since I was a little kid. I didn’t need help from anyone either. I was in second grade when I decided I wanted a bird feeder outside my bedroom window. I found some old bits of wood and constructed this crooked thing that functioned perfectly. I should be grateful that my mom allowed it to hang on the front of her pretty house for years. I don’t like paying for things I can do myself. I’ve learned how to do so many things from making jewelry to matting and framing my own photos simply because I can do it better and cheaper. He is the same way. He wants to get his hands dirty, figure shit out and earn the pride of doing it himself. Of course we make our own BDSM tools!
Impact toys are often expensive. We have certainly dropped a fair amount of cash on some beautiful pieces, and they are worth every penny. We have a gorgeous blue and black woven leather dragon tail whip made by a local kinkster. We bought two floggers with finger grips at Frolicon last year that can feel like a sweet kiss or an angry wallop. For our anniversary this year, I bought him a cane, polished and gleaming with a woven leather handle, it whistles through the air and makes me sing.
I think that a great kit needs to be balanced. It needs to have those beautifully made pieces that a top can wield with pride. It also needs to have some grit, some dirty repurposed items that are special and even weird. He is creative in all ways, and some of our favorite toys to show off are ones that he’s made himself. These toys are unique in their design and their impact on my body.
We searched every toy store in the county for the right ball. It took a whole Saturday to find it, and when we finally did, we knew it was perfect. If you’ve ever played Half Rubber, you will know this ball well. The employees at the toy store had no idea what we would use it for as they showed us all the different bouncy balls they carried. This one is hard, but it bounces to the ceiling. This one is a bit softer, feel the give when you squeeze it? It’s got a great amount of bounce. What size did you say you wanted? I think this one is too small. We chuckled as we got into the car. If they only knew!
We got the idea from browsing Fetlife, stumbling upon Wicked Woodshop‘s page. He saw it and the wheels started turning. I get a lot of free crap in my line of work, key chains from insurance companies, coffee cups from lenders and measuring tapes from home inspectors. One item that I’d acquired at some point was a grabber stick that allows you to reach dropped items from between the seats of your car. It’s a ridiculously specialized piece of garbage plastered with some Big Bank logo, but the stick itself is thin fiberglass, strong and whippy and perfect for making DIY hitty things. He attached our coveted rubber ball to the end of this stick, made a handle out of an old wooden broomstick, and Pinky was born.
Part gentle massager, part evil thuddy whacker, Pinky is extremely versatile. This is the one toy that he will allow me to use on him, only as a back massager of course. When he brings Pinky out to use on me, I cringe inwardly. At first the sensation is pleasant, a deep tissue massage that has me groaning and moaning as if I were laid out on a table with candles flickering and the scent of jasmine soothing me into a deep relaxation. When Pinky gets going, its pink rubber ball gradually gaining momentum, it reaches all those spaces deep inside the soft tissues of my ass cheeks. The power of that fiberglass stick is surprising as it arcs back and forth, bringing Pinky’s head crashing down into my flesh. It makes my teeth clench to think about it.
Pinky’s old friend The Brain was conceived in much the same way. He saw something on Fetlife and thought, “I can make that!” Again, we searched several stores for the perfect bead, a black glass skull that is as evil as it looks. It’s about an inch long and it’s attached to a piece of a wire hanger with a bit of that same broomstick as the handle. The wire shaft makes it especially whippy and dangerous to any nearby nipples. The Brain was made to be a titty torture device, and it does not disappoint. It does, however, bring me to tears on occasion with its brutal sharp stinging bites.
The Shoelace Whip
This thing is crude. I sent him a text one night as I pulled up to the house. There was an old rocking chair in someone’s trash pile down the street with rows of turned rungs along its back and sides, perfect wooden handles for homemade torture tools. He usually rolls his eyes when I bring home something from someone’s garbage, but I was pleased to see that he picked up the rocking chair. He drilled holes in the end of the rod and pulled leather shoelaces through to create this unique whip. The thin leather strips are very stingy, leaving beautiful curving marks along my skin like the spidery lines on a road map. I always enjoy seeing the different lines and shapes splattered across my skin after a session with this toy.
Made from an old leather belt and some scrap wood for a handle, this compact toy was extremely inexpensive. This one is especially handy for travel because it can easily fit into any bag. The folded leather makes a loud crack as it lands on my skin, and the bite is as big as its bark. It stings my flesh, causing me to arch and hiss with each blow. The marks it makes fade quickly, but I love to see the wide, crisp red lines across my ass.
We have a lot of scrap wood laying around our property left over from various projects. The paddle on the bottom was made from a piece of plywood. It was meant to be my first punishment paddle, but as you can imagine, it was too intense for me to take. He spent a Saturday morning, sneakily cutting and sanding this extremely large and painful paddle. I can’t remember what I did to earn the punishment, but I remember every moment of the actual punishment. He instructed me to get into Downward Dog position and hold still. I didn’t know what he’d been working on all day, and he had it hidden behind his back as I pushed my naked ass into the air. When he showed it to me, my stomach lurched and my cunt clenched in anticipation. Name it. I was confused for a moment. Name it! Sophie. It was the first thing that came to my mind. A ridiculously sweet sounding name, I thought it would be perfect for such a horrendous looking tool. She didn’t last long. He retired her after only a few uses. Sophie was so strong that he couldn’t even get a good swing. She just wasn’t that fun for either of us. The smaller paddle is made from a piece of oak. Although she has yet to be named, she’s much more pleasant, providing a solid whack that reverberates deep inside me. Her marks bloom pink before fading to a dappled purple.
He made me this beautiful St. Andrew’s Cross, stained in a classy grey, it makes our bedroom into a truly sexy dungeon. He uses two leather wrist cuffs to secure me to it for many different purposes. Sometimes, he just wants to restrain me during an impact scene. Others, he might have me facing outwards, forcing me to watch him play with one of our sexy friends. They enjoy our cross as well, choosing more often than not to have a session with him when they come to visit. I’m not allowed to interfere during an impact scene, but I am invited to join in every so often, using the wand or my mouth to tease. The cross can be easily disassembled and stored away when we have vanilla guests coming to visit.
We have a lot of ideas for future DIY toys, storage and organization, and furniture. We enjoy making things ourselves even if they don’t always work out the first time. We are always inspired by our fellow kinksters and by the dirty thoughts in our own minds.