Painful pleasure ; Implements of Seduction

I spend most of my days alone. Aside from the trivial interactions with those individuals which cross my path each day...or who knows, I may be crossing their path?

Isn't it sad though? When everyday interactions are considered trivial? The small talk...the formalities...all considered pointless. When the "hi how are you" questions are sneered at because in reality...you don't really care. You don't really care how I am doing. You don't really care what I've been up to. You don't really care how I feel...mentally or physically. So why bother? If you really cared...interactions would move past formalities. They would be warm...friendly...inviting. instead remain cold, empty, and hollow. In the absence of conversation...silence fills the air. Silence leaves plenty of room for conversation...with yourself. I've always been asked "can I live with it?" You never really know what that means...til you only have yourself to deal with. Every conversation,  every choice, every action you've ever made will replay and you will have to answer to yourself amidst the silence. But once you answer...the conversation stop. Could be days...weeks...years til this happens...but once it does...silence will be your peace. Silence will be your solice. 

Shhhhh. Just listen......

I have 2...if you know...you know.

Enjoy

Part 1 of this, seemed to help...if not me but a few others inadvertently. 

So, for sanity sake I offer up a part 2. Ever went down a rabbit hole Alice? How deep did it go? Did you find what you were looking for?

Don't feel bad, nobody ever does. The answers you constantly seek, you never find. You may view me as "The Mad Hatter". I often times get sucked into rabbit holes. Morbid curiosity tends to get the best of me most times.

You always end up with more questions than answers in the end. Ever find anyone that had the answers Alice? Yea, me either.

Gather round, I'll tell you a story, provided you have the time? But what is time? A number? A place in space? Don't worry, we won't go down that rabbit hole. 😁

There once was a young man...he enjoyed life. He didn't have many friends, but those of what he did have...he thought the world of. He was oblivious to the wicked ways of the world. For the sake of the story, we will call him Jeff. We will forego any of the particulars of Jeff's backstory...relationships...ect (unless you are interested in the story).

Jeff revered women. He thought the world of them, respected them above anything else. Even if he had just met them. He viewed each and every one as special. He opened doors, it was always yes ma'am, no ma'am with Jeff. He viewed the female form as a very beautiful thing and truly enjoyed being in the company of women.

When it came to relationships...he was often overlooked, ignored, friend zoned, told he was "just too nice", told "I like you, but not in that way", or "I think of you as a brother", never chosen but expected to be there when called upon.

It was like this for years for Jeff. He was genuinely confused by it all. He could not understand it, despite everything he tried Jeff still could not understand it. Jeff watched these beautiful angels that overlooked and ignored him turn to the men that most little girls growing up were taught to avoid at all costs. The angels that Jeff would have walked barefoot through broken glass to get to, would have traveled to the ends of the earth just to be in their presence...Those angels he watched actively choose the men they were taught to avoid. Time and time again, these angels were tossed to the side by these men, cheated on...lied to....and it genuinely hurt Jeff's heart to see this happen. 

It's quite sad isn't it Alice? Have you wondered what could have possibly been the answer to Jeff's predicament? I'm sure Jeff has wondered many times.

Several years pass...Alice? Have you ever woke up one day...and it not felt like the rest? It had a strange feel to it? This is how Jeff wakes up one morning. It felt strange to him. Almost as if a light switch had flipped. Or in his case maybe a breaker had blown in the box🤣

That day...he seen a rabbit hole...of the red pill variety. It talked to him like a long lost friend. A voice in the fog...guiding him deeper and deeper into the darkness. It spoke of disrespect to men, hypergamy, Ill nature of women, lies told to men, secrecy of women and how they use and emotionally abuse and manipulate men.

Alice? You still with me? This is a story, control your emotions.

Jeff felt as if it were a life changing epiphany. He felt as if his eyes had been truly opened. The friendly voice...that had beckoned him through the fog...had make perfect sense of his life experiences. 

The deeper into the rabbit hole he went, the more validated his confusion and feelings had become. It was as if all questions he had...had been answered. He became bitter, hate had replaced love in his heart. Disdain rolled off of his tongue when he spoke to women. He openly and freely disrespected every woman he talked to.

It hurts your heart doesn't it Alice? Imagine how Jeff feels. For a second. Walk a mile in his shoes. It hurts my heart to tie them. Can you feel it? The pain, the anger, the hatred..of what once was pure love and adoration?

Alas, just like every rabbit hole...you always end up with more questions than answers. And so did Jeff. Is this truly what our world has become? This cannot be what is meant between men and women. A constant battle of the sexes? And soon...the cracks of Jeff's new reality began to show. Through those cracks...the light shines through. 

Alice? If we are in a rabbit hole...that means we are underground right? Where cracks are...that means there must be a way out nearby...shall we keep searching? Or maybe...or another time?

Wake up Alice...Jeff's name is Travis.

For many of you, this may be an introduction. Hi there. I'm not really active as much on the cage much any more. I'm sure with the busy lives of many on here, you could probably care less. And that's fine, I'm not here to force anyone to read or anything else for that matter. 

This is more of just venting? Trying desperately to hold on to my sanity? I'm not too sure what this may evolve or devolve into. 

I normally try to be a positive kind of guy. But over the years...and I'm talking 20+ years...damn I'm old. It has been increasingly difficult for me to stay positive. I've been through alot...I'm sure many others have been as well. So I don't pretend to think my situation or what I have been through is somehow worse than anything anyone else has faced in their life. My situation and things I've been through have taken its unique toll on my life, my perspective, my mental health, and my interactions with people as it tends to do with everyone I'm sure.

With that said, I'm not happy about it. I'm not happy with the outlook I have. I'm not happy about my attitude nor my perspective on certain things or people. I look back on how I use to be and what I have turned into. It's almost as if I don't know this person I have become. I use to be a very kind, compassionate, fun loving guy. I miss that guy sometimes...let be honest. More often than not I miss that guy. If you talk to anyone I know personally...I would make a bet that I am described as one of the biggest assholes they have ever met. And they would probably be right. Facts don't care about your feelings...and those are facts. I wasn't always like this though. 

It's almost as if in a slow motion movie...replaying in my thoughts...every situation...every conversation...every action/reaction that I am not forced? To watch but it's just so prevalent...I can't help but watch. As if it was a train wreck you just can't look away. And it's constantly showing me...with each and every playthrough....how I turned into what I have become. I'll not mince words and I'm plenty self aware enough to know...I am not a pleasant person. And I know there are many that will read this...and immediately not care. Hey, I can't blame you. I don't blame you. People are dealing with enough of their own issues. And that's not why I'm writing. I'm not asking for sympathy. I'm not even asking for understanding. I'm not asking for anything really. Just a space to write. 

I'm not writing with the intention of 1000's of people reading and understanding what I'm even talking about. Criticism is not going to bother me. If you think for a second, anything negative you have to say...I haven't already said to myself...or had that conversation in my head..you probably need to be alittle more self aware of yourself. Positivity? I'm not looking for that either. The upside? "Just change back to the way you use to be". Lol, if it was that simple, one would think I would have already done that a lifetime ago. If, by chance...you have thoughts of reaching out to me...you should probably prepare yourself for some rough conversation and viewpoints you probably aren't comfortable with. If you have plans of changing that in a conversation within 15 minutes..you are going to get your feelings and ego hurt pretty bad. Can it change? Yea probably.  But it's not gonna happen soon. 

If you made it this far...you probably deserve a medal or something. I may post more often. We will see. Depends on how I feel. 

To those that know me...hello and I hope all is well. To those I havent met, hello to you as well. 

Today, of all days...I find myself...alone, in a dirty shop office, tired from work, lack of sleep, cold, chilled to the bone. But I'm still here. Bones ache, joints are sore. Beaten and battered, I'm still here.

Reflection is a fickle beast. It will rob time from you, yet give you clarity. It gives a man just that small push to keep trudging along. To reflect on ones choices, life decisions, sacrifices, mistakes, triumphs and still have the strength to stand. A sense of pride is often mustered. But pride in itself can be perceived as a vice. For what is pride, without someone to share it with? Someone who will walk that dark road along side you...In what, could you be prideful of...without someone who actually cares? Pride and appreciation...but how can you appreciate the warm glow of a hot sun....if you havent experienced the long cold darkness of 4am?

Would you die for me? Naaa. Too easy.....

Would you live for me? Pure genius. 

Thanks for reading my solitary madness. Just something's that have been on my mind. Left to my own devices and all...let me know what you think

Hello again everyone, i havent posted in a few days, been gathering my thoughts. 

First thing id like to talk about are some of the projects im currently working on. And this is by popular demand in a way. I know a few of you out there are excited to see more of my work. And i am more than happy to show and tell. There are a few rules I follow pertaining to show and tell.

1.) I only show finished work except to the customer for which its made. I keep them well informed of the progress on their particular implement.

2.) In respect for the customer's privacy, I only show finished work with the explicit permission from the owner of the piece.

3.) While a project is ongoing, I do not post pictures. I may talk about it, but i will not post any unfinished work.

With that said, i have a few projects that I am working on. I have 2 paddles i am currently working on, 1 flogger and 1 crop i am working on. Most of the time its a slow process unless I already have the materials. Which is a rare thing. I make all implements that are ordered custom. They are never premade. I may make implements just to sell if somone may be looking for it...but 90% of the time, i make them in accordance with each customer's needs/wants. I find that more often than not, everyone wants something that will become personal to them. Cookie cutter implements at a porn shop does not do this for anyone. None of my work is in a store, nor will it ever be. Unless i decide to open a store of my own, which is not out of the realm of possibility.

My prices are not sky high. And typically...with my work I live by the rule of "good work aint cheap, and cheap work aint good" i understand that very good implements are hard to come by. That is the reason I started doing what I do. I was strolling through my local porn shop a few years back...just to see what all i could see. I saw cheap almost chinese ordered cookie cutter gear...that was selling for a high price. I thought to myself, if i used any one of these items,  they would be garbage within 1 session. Implements and equipment are ways of an investment within the lifestyle. Or at least thats the way I see it. Noone wants to spend $1000 on something for it to be junked out within a month. That to me is what i see alot of. And it is sad. I know, im not the only one within the community that builds. I also never claim i am the best. Nor do i ever claim that my work is better than anyone elses within the community. But i do my best at making dreams a reality for alot of people. I take pride in this. I will always to my best to make anyone im working with happy.

This blog is in no way anykind of advertisment for anything, nor is it a way to sell anything to anyone. It is simply telling alittle more about myself and what i do.

These two pics are of the same paddle i made. Alot have seen it already. Some have not. It is then front view and the back view. The first picture is the final product. I had to change out the handle wrap because i didnt feel like the colors in the second picture matched this individuals personality. Black and red is a much better fit. The treadplate is recessed into the wood and i have added a rubberized sealant around the edge just for added measure. I take no chances with somone getting cut. I would feel terrible.

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy.

She came to me, lost...confused...seeking...

I peered into her eyes as if i could see into her soul. I see emptiness, a yearning for acceptance, a need for her place. 

I had her kneel. As she looks up at me, i began to run my fingers through her hair. I whisper to her

"If i cannot have your mind, i cannot have you at all". 

Her breath shallows. Shes trembling inside. She mumbles

"You have it, sir"

She begins to breathe heavier as i run my fingers across her cheek. I tell her

"If I cannot have your trust, I do not deserve you".

She lets out a slight moan as i finish speaking and says in a shallow voice

"You have it, sir".

I lean down and kiss her softly on the forehead and whisper in her ear,

"You are the greatest gift, that I can recieve".

Thanks for reading. Its alittle different, i know. Just trying my hand out at it.

To many of us, the idea of pain with our pleasure is appealing to say the least. It can be erotic, stimulating, arousing, and just plain sexy.

To an experienced dom, whipping and spanking is much much more than a person smacking the hell out someone. Its essentially a learning experience for the dom at its basic level. The dom is paying extreme attention to how the sub's body reacts to each strike. How the sub's body moves, shakes, and shutters. The dom is listening intently on the sub's breathing patterns, the sounds, moans, gasps, whimpers, and cries. Never staying in one particular place on the sub's body. Always alternating intensity of the strike in rhythm with the sub's body language. This teaches the dom just how and where the sub likes to be struck and how hard the sub likes it. Also, just as important how and where the sub does not like to be struck and the limits of the strike intensity.

An experienced dom, can turn a mere flogger into the most pleasurable implement a sub can experience. One can tease sensations over a sub's entire body bringing them to the point of orgasm with just a touch. With the same flogger, the dom can lightly swat and give the sub completely different sensations almost like a vibrator changes speeds or vibe pattern. An experienced dom can also turn that same implement into a tool of dread for the sub. An implement of punishment, that can leave long, swelled, deep red streaks that sting and burn a reminder into the sub's mind of what can happen if the dom becomes displeased.

Ive touched on the flogger in one of my previous blogs. Its a beautiful implement that can be used in pain and pleasure and anything inbetween. In the hands of an experienced dom it can be used to bring a sub to an orgasm full of extacy or it can be used to bring a sub to full discipline. 

Its a skill that takes time to aquire. It comes with experience, patience, time and practice.

Thanks for reading my humble words.

Alas, its time to talk about some of the most appealing implements known to bdsm. The bondage aspects. Now, some of you may talk to me on a regular basis, I have touched on my career, and informed you of my professional credentials. With those credentials, I am a certified (Occupational Health Safety Administration/ Mine Safety Health Administration) OSHA/MSHA Rigger. I feel that is important to state right out of the gate as it pertains to this particular topic.

Now, with all that stated I feel the need to pay homage to our beautiful rope bunnies of the community. You guys are absolutely amazing individuals, and I love my rope bunnies.

I use ropes, and wire rope/steel cable in alot of my implements and creations. They are wonderful apects of play. They are extrmely versatile and can be used in very many different ways.

I use ropes primarily for for bondage. I am also into suspension play, and use the ropes as an anchor point while steel cable does the lifting. I implement a series of pullies to distribute the stress on the cable which allows easier lifting.

I wish to challenge doms and subs alike. When playing with ropes, chains, and even wire rope there are a few things to take into consideration. All ropes are not equal, all chains are not equal, all wire rope is not equal. Im fairly confident that most of the community knows this. 

In terms of suspension, not equal means that any implement you choose to use, needs to be safe to use. Meaning, not frayed, cut, or burned in any way that may cause a weak spot in your material of choice. Each material you use should be inspected thouroughly before each use. The last thing you want is to hoist your sub up, just to have your rigging fail and cause injury to your sub.

Tensil strength is another factor you need to think about. Tensil strength is a mesurement of the force required to pull a material apart. All materials have different tensil strengths. Now, in terms of ropes and chains, there are different grades that will support certain weights. In terms of hoisting a sub...100lbs-350lbs...you should probably choose material with an appropriate tensil strength and load rating. 

Now, for the doms who play it really safe and like to "overdo" their rigging. Each material has a safety rating. Primarily, what you are looking for is materials with a safety rating of 1. Which means that material has been tested to hold its capacity times 1. A safety rating of 1 is plenty for hoisting a sub. Depending on the material you choose. Most capacities, load ratings, saftey ratings of any material you choose can be found online and I encourage everyone to seek out and know your materials intimately. Subs put their trust and faith in us. Lets not let them down.

Now that i have bored everyone to tears, there is 1 more thing I would like to touch base on. Bondage saftey in general. There is nothing more beautiful than a sub in full ropes unable to move, unable to resist...what my goal with this entire blog, is just to get you thinking. While your beautiful sub is tied, suspended..or other..do you have a plan in case of emergencies? What happens if something were to happen and you would need to free your sub in a hurry? Do you have a plan in place? Does your sub know what you will do in the event of an emergency? All of this is food for thought. I never would want anything to happen to any sub during play that would be an emergency. But it is still possible.

Im not telling every sub or dom, they need to go and become a genius in rigging or a boy scout expert in ropes and knots. But i do encourage everyone to learn basics and understand rigging safety. Everything about play revolves around trust and safety, the more you have, the more empowered you become.

Thank you all for reading and if you have safety plans in place, leave me a comment, Id love to hear about them.

In the world of bdsm, it takes all kinds. We all hold a special place in our hearts for the mashochists of the community. 

I think just about everyone knows what a masochist is, but just for good measure and to people here who may be new to the lifestyle ; a machochist is any person who is sexually aroused by having pain inflicted on them.

To clairify, there are several different levels of this. Not everyone enjoys full on pain. A good dom will identify at which levels a sub is comfortable with, tolerate, and cannot handle. Every individual had a different pain tolerance level and is always a good practice to test levels and identify at what levels you are comfortable with.

With that said, I cater to all kinds. Customers, friends,  and other come to me in confidence to create their dreams. I remain unbiased, nonjudgemental to create something special for them to enjoy. I do not have to be into their particular style to appreciate the magesty of their own creation. 

Floggers are a beautiful creation all their own. There are many different variations of these wonderful devices. They are versatile and can be used to tease sensations all over your body, or the can be used for light to moderate ; even heavy pain play depending on how they are made. Floggers are a wonderful tool that can leave your sub begging for more. 

Crops are another device which holds a special place in many doms/subs hearts alike. They can be implemented in many ways in many forms of play. There is nothing quite like the sound a crop makes when it pops on flesh. The sounds that follow are just as tantalizing. The forward gasps/moans/whimpers gets the creative juices flowing like nothing else.

Paddles are a diverse, complex yet simple creation that in most cases directly reflects a doms strict, stern, personality. Its much more that just a paddle. They are used in punishments and pleasure alike. Just the mere sight of a dom with his/her paddle is enough to make any sub wiggle with excitment or quiver with fear. There is not much that compares to the look in a subs eyes, the elevated heartbeat, flushing of skin, the rapid breathing right before a paddling.

I will have more entries to go more in depth and explore each of these beautiful creations as time goes on.

These are the devices of our pain, our pleasure, our amusment. These tools are more to us than items. They hold special places in our lives. They provide structure where none is present, they please us in ways that are not made possible by other means.

I am a creator of dreams...desires...i am your architect who molds your memories.