Tersely Pertinent

Since it seems to be a trend to complain about:

Really Bad Subs!

I mean, I understand where people are coming from.   I hate it when I get a bad sub.  The bread is tough and the meat is sliced too thin, or they forget to put oil and vinegar on it.   Or worse: they use white vinegar instead of apple or red wine.

And don't get me started on vegetables!  Banana peppers?!?!   Who the fuck puts banana peppers on a sub?    And for fucks sake, call it a sub already!  Don't give me this "po're boy" shit.     What the fuck is wrong with you. 

While waiting on parts for the latest project (yeah I know I said I was going to cut back, but I either changed my mind, or I am a lying bastard.   You pick which one),  I needed something to do.   So I put some thought in my philosophy of the Lifestyle.

What it really needed was a title.   Something not only to refer it to, but something that represents a simple view of what it stands for.       In the end I came up with:

The Art of Surrender

To me, this represents the core of the lifestyle.    The focus, as it were.    Now this is going to upset a great deal of Dominants, but it is the simple truth: the submissive is the most important part of a given D/s relationship.

The submissive is the art project the Dom/me molds.     It is up to us to put the clay on our wheel to spin it about.   We have to learn to focus on where we need to put our hands to bring about the beauty  the clay can become.    It isn't about us.  It isn't about getting acclaim for being showy.  It isn't about how we mold.

It is about what we mold.

a heated jockstrap!!

Got 5 inches of snow overnight, so made a few passes (like that is new, huh) on the driveway and got that cleared off for now.

(the shit is still falling)

Important parts of me got cold.   So back inside and mainlining some hot chocolate until it is time to do it all again.

But the good thing is I have an idea for a Steampunk collar (after talking to someone who is doing the Steampunk thing and getting into the lifestyle).   So ordered some parts (from here in the US, so avoiding tariffs) and will see if it all works out.   

On Going Readers of this Blog may remember I decided to get all fancy and make

a flogger on the Steampunk theme.

(for those that missed that post, Click here )

I also teased the beginnings of a carry box for it.

Here is the completed box.

Sorry about all the pics but it was an interesting project!

I started off with a cheap wood decorative Chinese made box from Amazon:

(Didn't have to pay the tariff since this was an Amazon return) 

Made sure the flogger was going to fit:

The first thing needed done was replace the ugly ass hinges:

With these:

The new brass hinges worked much better and, of course, looks nicer than the originals.   

Even from the inside:

Then I wanted to snazz things up a bit so added brass corners as feet to the base of the box:

(the wood has a fake trim that I didn't want to risk taking off so capped the corners over it.  I didn't do a real good job, so the box does not sit level but close enough)

So that being done,

I thought this thing could use a little more brass:

And this cheap ass ugly bastard just had to go:

But with what, you may ask?

That's Right!   More Brass:

The finishing touch was to put some batting in the bottom interior and cover it up with

some green velvet.

(the wife had some handy, so didn't have to buy new)

Now my Steampunk has a nice new home:

Plus the obligatory vid clip with my bad camera work and narrating:

I know, I know....

I wasn't planning on any further projects but I managed to find this carry box rather cheap from a third party and it was on the list, as an accessory to the Steampunk flogger.    Upgrades should be minimum:

It is a rather good looking, cheap made wood box with fake leather strapping.  It was originally marketed as a wine bottle carry box.    I found it at a garage sale and decided to see if it would fit the Steampunk, and it does mostly:

I'm planning on lining it with green felt and want to replace the hinges and latch with brass.   The problem is I am not really finding what I would like to have on the net.  If anyone has any suggestions or links, I would be happy to hear them!

Ailsa stood before the black door.   

She knew on the other side was a world she didn't want to be in, but she no longer had any choice.   Her owner had deserted her.  Not only her, but the home she knew for years.   One day he walked out and never returned, leaving behind all his things. His clothes, his books, his things.

Her.

She waited and waited and waited.   Hoping he would return to claim his world and make things right again.  But he never did.   The morning star rose and fell in the sky while she did her assigned duties.  Ailsa kept his house as it should, wanting it to be clean and tidy for when he returned.    She washed his clothes, dusted the furniture, arranged his books, stripped naked and scrubbed the floor on her hands and knees.

And still he never returned.

Endless time seemed to go on and on and on.    Then one day, men showed up.    Entering the house unannounced,  they showed her papers saying they were taking possession of the house and the things within.    Seems the man owed them debts and, unable to find him, claimed everything.

Except for her.

Ailsa was told to leave and never to come back.   All her things were kept inside.    Some the man had bought for her, others she brought with her when the man had claimed her.    All were left in the house, to be sold at auction.   The intruders pushed her out the door and locked it behind her with a click.  Ailsa walked away from the home she knew for so long, with only the clothes on her back, crying with each step as her world was left behind.

Ailsa tried the homes of the few friends the man knew.    At each turn, she was told no one knew where the man had gone.   Some of them told her tales of drunken fights.  Others told her of places where the man would visit women who would give him money.   Still others just sneered at her.     None would take her in.

As the sun began to touch the horizon, she knew she would be unsafe outside at night.   She needed a place to go, but had no money to stay anywhere.    She knew of only one place, but resisted the idea.   Still, her feet took her there.   

Before long, she found herself before the Black door.    A cold unfeeling thing as she ran her hand up it to the knocker.   With great hesitation, she lifted it and let it clang, announcing her presence.   Minutes passed with no answer.    Then with unbelievable silence,  the Black Door swung inward, showing only more blackness beckoning her inside.

With her head held high, Ailsa crossed the threshold.     Quickly she disappeared into the darkness, as the door shut and locked itself behind her.

Those that have looked over my profile before probably have seen this photo:

While the chair is fine 

(other than being unoccupied)

But the stand was a hodgepodge 

of parts I had lying around.

So I decided to put another one together

using some parts from the original

(That goddamn base is 40 lbs)

and some new purchased pieces:

Then a quick paint job later:

All ready for a full test!

Interestingly enough, when on battery, 

the wand will turn itself off after 10 minutes or so. 

So the companion piece to the Steampunk Flogger finished drying today:

It is a birch 1.5 inch rod which had to trim down on the lathe to make the brass ends fit.   Capped off with brass on each end and another piece of the steampunk bling on the butt (really can't tell with the ring on)

The birch isn't that much on wood grain and the minwax stain was water based, so it didn't really soak in the birch that well.  Looks more like a paint job.

The falls are about 11 inches and has the end of the cowhide I used on the Steampunk, mixed with some moose.

All in all, fairly nice and has good heft.   Still room to add more falls (I think there 26 there now) in case I want to add more.

The other project is reworking the magic wand post for the Interrogation Chair:

Did a stress and it seems to be working fine:

So in the middle of giving it a spray job and will see how it all looks tomorrow

Will let dry 24 hours and put it all back together.

The sad part is these two are probably going to be my last projects for some time.

With the tariffs hitting, my material prices are already skyrocketing.   

So I am going to kick back and see how things go.   

Thank you everyone for keeping up with me on this, it has been a hell of a ride and I hope I can get back into it sometime@

Thanks again! 

Awhile back, I teased you all with the workings on my latest toy project.

I finally got it all finished and thought I would see what you all thought of it!

One of my friends told me the floggers I was making were boring and needed to get a bit more creative.  So I decided to see if I could work a bit combining my love for metal with the clear rod I could get to light up.

So the start of it all was the butt end where I cut a brass tube and capped it off with a copper cap:

Then tested out the LED to make sure it would fit:

I then added the acrylic rod and screwed it to the brass and added some bling:

(the black and red tape is some batwrap.  It holds the copper cap on the brass)

Then added some bling and the handle ring to the copper:

When all that was said and done, I needed to make the topper which would hold the falls

But first, I decided the rod was too long and cut off about 2 inches

Then I cut more brass and two rings from a 1.5 inch copper connector

and screwed it on the top of the rod with some bling:

(also pictured is less complicated, plain wood handle.  The next project)

Then came the falls:

72 Hours later, you have seen the final product

It feels really good in swinging it!   I can't wait to give it a real test sometime!

Her nipples are aflame,

from the wax dripped on them

Her Arms chaff from the jute rope,

bound behind her back

Her neck is stiff from her hair, 

chained to the ceiling 

Her legs are wooden,

from the bar keeping them apart

Her cunt lips are streched, 

from the weight clamped to them

Her ass cheeks are stinging, 

from the cane marks left behind

Her soul cries,

begging again for His Touch