I've had this piece of jewelry in my collection for a long time. It's a bendable necklace, made out of some kind of twisty metal material. It's malleable like a pipe-cleaner, but smooth and light. It's adaptable, and pretty.
In the past, we have
used it as a kinky piece of jewelry by twisting it up and using a small padlock in the back to fasten it around my neck. It becomes an elegant, classy collar, one that cannot be removed without a key. The padlock adds some bulk and weight, but if you're into padlocks, it's a welcome addition (and distraction).
The other night, Husband and I were getting raunchy in the bedroom, and I, of course, was being naughty. We were both still fully clothed; the scene was just getting started. I was on the bed, refusing to turn over.
The necklace was sitting on my jewelry box, twisted but pulled out in a straight line.
Husband grabbed it up, and with a quick snap of his wrist, smacked my ass with it.
I was writhing and rolling across the bed for a good thirty seconds; it hurt that bad. When the pain began to lessen somewhat, I went to the mirror and pulled down my pants: the necklace had left a pretty, and well-defined, outline on my butt. Through the pants.
Of course, we began to play with it more after that, but with a new sense of respect. I have a feeling this is going to be Husband's favorite toy for a while.
Last night, I brought the necklace with me to the munch I was attending. I wanted to show it off to my friends, show them what this strange necklace can do, demonstrate it's hidden power. People began to test it on themselves, test it on each other...people began to have fun with it.
One couple had a whole little scene with it in the corner of the room.
It was an awesome feeling for me to know I had introduced my friends to this new kinky toy, and they were already benefiting from my newfound knowledge. It was an even greater feeling to know other people were giving and recieving pleasure from my toy.
It was as if, somehow, I was taking part in their pleasure. I was in no way part of their scene, but the power of the toy, my toy, was radiating out, hitting me like a beacon. It filled me with pride, gratitude, joy...
and of course, lust.
This is the power of sharing toys. You get to feel good about doing something nice for someone else, letting them in on your secret pleasures, and in turn, you get to share in their pleasure, too.
Of course, some toys are not meant to be shared, and some become to sacred. I have
plenty of floggers it would be fine to loan out, but one particular flogger, the first one Husband ever made by hand, I would never let anyone else use. That one is sacred to me, meant for my skin alone.
But if you ever feel the joy of borrowing someone else's toy, even if it's only for a little while, even if it's only to try out, be grateful for the people in our community who are willing to be so open, and share their things.
And then pay it forward when you get your own toys.
Share if you care.