Dungeons of Fetlife

Many years ago on Fetlife, a friend came up with an idea for a story of your own making. I don’t remember all of the details of how it came about, but the main gist of it was, you were led into a dungeon area of Fetlife, and from there you could craft a scenario of your own making. Past, present, future, the sky was the limit. Just write a fantasy of your own, and make it in four parts. Well, I posted mine on Fet, and there it sat for the past 8 years. So I thought I’d bring it back to my blog here, for another set of folks to enjoy.

Prologue:

Along with the rest of the guests, I’ve listened to the welcome and the description of what the whole experience is to be about. After having absorbed the information, I watch from the shadows as the others of the invited group work their way into the labyrinth, finding the rooms that best suit their needs. As I follow along at a leisurely pace, outside one door, heavily banded with iron and made of sturdy oak I hear a soft whimper. Looking down, I see a woman strapped in leather and steel, bonded to the floor in a crouched position, with her head sticking out and her tongue protruding… A boot licking station! What luck. I had my boots freshly polished this afternoon, and needed a good licker to make them sparkle, and this dungeon seems to have provided for me. It’s like the ‘Room of Requirement’ from the Harry Potter Universe. Determine what you need by thought and it will be provided for you…. Very clever Mojzis…and the always mysterious lips; hats off to you both.

Extending my left foot to the woman, she feverishly and wonderfully begins to lick steadily at the boot…her body is restrained, but not in such a way that she cannot work her tongue and head around the boot, as long as it’s kept in a suitable position to assist her. Around and around her tongue goes, over and to the sides, every now and again she pauses to take a lick of water from a replenished bowl next to her, a little trickle from some unknown source keeps the bowl fresh, and allows her to keep her tongue from getting too stained with polish, or some other detrius that might have been present. Small moans come wafting to my ears as I stand over her…watching as she studiously does her job, wondering where the dungeon found her, or was she an original part of the dungeon when it was created. Either way she finishes with one and glances up to me…coming out of my reverie I switch feet, presenting her with my right and off she goes again, lapping, licking, tonguing the leather as if it was her very last meal. She’s so good, I almost forget why I’m here.

As she completes her task, I drop down to one knee…giving her a tickle along the side of her head, and working down under her chin letting her know that I approved of her work. A soft voice wafts up, nearly breathless but completely understandable..she says to me…”thank You, Sir” as I rise up once more and open the door before me, crossing the threshold and leaving her behind for the next adventure.

(to be continued…)

Broken Links

While I was researching one of my recent posts, I discovered that a fair few places that I had used over the years to purchase items are no longer viable.  The websites are gone, the people that ran them seem to be no longer in the scene, or just gave up on the whole business side of it, because of, oh, I dunno, reasons?

Add in the fact that it’s getting harder and harder to find new businesses that have the quality of product to replace the ones that have gone by the wayside.  Sure, I could shop at established places like The Stockroom, or Damax, but the former does tend to import a good amount of their product from China, or it’s mass produced, so therefore a lesser quality (think Chinese steel) and the latter is overseas, just in the other direction.  And a bit pricier because of location, they’re usually one offs, and I’m probably only going to order one of his wares in the near future.  And don’t get me started on Swedish Collar.

Etsy is definitely a possibility, considering that a lot of people go there to sell their wares, but you have to take a chance with quality as you really don’t know the people, feedback on the reviews can be spotty, so it’s a lot like Internet dating anymore.  Separating the wheat from the chaff can be an expensive prospect.  Honestly, right now about the only things I’d be in the market for would be furniture for the future (BDSM variety) and some metal toys. 

Fortunately, none of the big box home improvement stores will be going out of business anytime soon, and repurposing stuff found there is relatively easy.  It doesn’t always even require the ability to weld.  Kink(dot)com managed to prove with plumbing supplies, one could easily construct a bondage frame that would be inexpensive, very adaptable, and fit almost anyone.  Put it in a room where it wasn’t a problem screwing the contraption into the floor and you’re all set.

I’m certainly not saying there aren’t quality vendors anymore.  It’s just I’m finding the ones I’ve been familiar with, are now gone.  But many more have taken their place, and in spite of the market being swamped with a lot of less than stellar quality wares, the fact that BDSM is becoming more mainstream does mean that there will be more stuff to choose from in the future.  One just has to shop wisely.

 

Lament

lament  [ləˈment] - noun
1. an expression of regret or disappointment

Of all of the kink-related toys that I’ve either purchased or acquired over the years, I would have to say far and away my collection of floggers are my most prized.  That being said, I somewhat regret choosing the Heartwood elk flogger instead of the Heartwood Leather Pride deer flogger when my second submissive and I parted ways.

Now this is going back more than twenty years, mind you.  The only flogger that I own/co-own that’s older than that is the flogger my wife and I received as a wedding present in 1993.  Yes, from a kinky friend.  That one is purple and was made by a rather famous (for the scene) crafter by the name of Metz.  She is long since retired now.

I was thinking about them the other day when I messaged one of my scene friends that had promised me many years ago to make another Leather Pride flogger just like the one that I passed up on.  I had done some work for her, and we were going to trade expertise.  She’d make me a flogger in partial payment for what I had done for her electronically.  Only, she was in the process of caring for her aged mother, so she wasn’t able to hold up her end of the bargain.  And now I discovered that the website that she had been holding on to for possibly restarting the business lapsed in payment and was gobbled up by a Chinese holding company.  And even worse.  I just happened to look at her profile on FB, did a little digging into it, and discovered that she passed away in 2021.  Well, that does explain why she went silent.  RIP my friend.

Another lament.

Old Dogs and New Tricks

The other day, I was combing through my email and a Fetlife post caught my eye.  It was from someone that wasn’t on my radar, and they were posting about a steel collar that they had recently crafted in their home workshop and were posting not only pictures but a veritable how-to of how they did the work.

Which is rather unusual, to say the least for the platform, and many places in general.  Most post pictures of their work, or what they have in their toy collections, without really giving any background, just sort of a ‘here’s my thing’ and that’s about it.  I went to this person’s profile and perused more of their pictures and posts.  Commented on some and ‘gave love’ to others, which interested me.

On the collar post, there was a good deal of back and forth commenting between myself and her, and I took the time to follow them on the platform, for future reference.  In another post, I commented that it was nice that she was offering insight on how a certain item was crafted, both in giving insight as well as particular methods.  I’ve often considered making my own toys, and using my imagination to craft things.  Granted I don’t have a good deal of equipment to do anything really detailed (though I bought a 1941 Singer Model 66 last year with the intent of sewing leather cuffs and restraints which I haven’t yet brought to fruition) as of yet, but perhaps in time when I’m not swamped by work and other issues, I can set aside some time to get my act together in that regard.

I may be getting old (58 is rapidly approaching in the next 2 weeks) but I’m not putting myself out to pasture just yet.  There’s more stuff to do yet.