”Make a birch and bring it one time,” she said. The suggestion didn’t come out of a clear blue sky, we had talked about this kind of game, but what an enticing request! It plays right into a very real kink for me, one that’s picked up by this weeks’s Kink Of The Week subject.
And I will make a birch. I won’t use the tree in the garden; it’s grown too leggy and I can’t reach the fronds. I could use the tree on the edge of town, a young, healthy tree with springy twigs; they’ll be wet with the rain when I strip the leaves off. It will create a stingy heat across her bottom, a wonderfully sensual challenge.
Or perhaps I’ll use the older tree by the field where I walk the dog; thicker fronds with hard bark. They’ll still have some flex, but this would be a different experience: challenge, punishment even; a session with nowhere to hide from the relentless bite of the birch
I think I’ll make one of each. One for her, one for me. She can try the hard one too, if the mood is upon her, as it was the other night when she asked for my belt.
I’m feeling anticipation for this already, even before I’ve decided when it will happen.
That extended anticipation might be why I like home-made BDSM toys. I’ve made a few over the years: wooden paddles, a cane cut from a willow tree, leather straps bound together, a piece of curtain track. For years they were only for self play, but I’ve also handed a carefully homemade implement to a Mistress; the effect being to have brought the start of the session back to the previous day as I worked with willow fronds and tape.
Our favourite implement among those kept in the locked cases in my love’s bedroom and mine is one that I made for us. It’s a simple thing, a 24” length of leather horse rein. I just used the bare strap for a while but, when using it on me, she found it hard to control, so I fashioned a handle from two wooden mouldings and some tape. It’s great, a perfect balance of sting and bite, all with a bit of weight that’s guaranteed to get through. It’s accurate now too.
I can almost feel it wrapping round my arse as I write this. Mmmmm.
Right, time to take the dog for a walk. While I’m out I’ll have a proper look at that birch tree round the other side of the field.
If you’re into this kind of thing here are some posts on a similar theme:
Making a willow implement for Elita to use on me.
A fantasy prompted by a home made paddle.
A Victorian style pamphlet on the making of a punishment. birch.
More kink of the week on making your own BDSM kit here:
I’ve always wondered about homemade Birchers but I’m unsure which wood is good to use and what isn’t, splinters aren’t top of my wish list!
I have just written my KOTW and linked to your previous post about how to make a Bircher and then I discovered this and linked to this too because it totally speaks to me and why this kink is hot.
Molly
This sounds like some wonderful DIY-ing!
This brings to mind those naught Victorian books that I found as a teenager, The Pearl and Birch in the Boudoir.
No wonder I grew up relentlessly kinky!
I have cut a limb for my wife to use on me a few times, and often thought of what it would be like to make a traditional birch and then have it used on me. Yes, the anticipation would certainly add to the whole scene.
On vacation at the shore recently my wife picked up a piece of weathered wood. A broken piece of lumber, about 1″ by 3″ and a foot long. She made an off hand remark that she might find a use for it, implying as an implement.
This past weekend I sanded down the small end to make it smoother for her to handle. It was with some trepidation that I presented it to her. Then I waited impatiently for it to be used while I offered up my ass all afternoon while doing chores in panties or bare bottom panties.
Finally as I stood at the kitchen counter cutting vegetables she decided to try it out. It does have some heft to it and she liked that is was more accurate to handle than the belt. Not a great time to be distracting me as I tried to handle a sharp knife as the swats quickly got painful. Just enough to start some pink and she stopped. I hope for more soon!
I can almost feel it wrapping round my arse too!
Great post.
Missy x
I love your post B1 – I remember when you wrote the Victorian style pamphlet, and the resulting scenarios,
Very hot, thoughtful writing, and a nice spotlight on your kink.
I am fascinated by Pete’s comment too, I adore reading how his fetish drives him, and his thought processes and rituals are very sexy, makes me wish my boots were handled with such devotion.
Hi Posy
I’m so glad you enjoyed my comment about my love for boots. I’ve now bought some 28 pairs for my Mistress, just over 3 pairs a year on average.
I’m fascinated about the origins of my fetish and have tried hard to delve into my childhood memories for clues; this self-examination has yielded some possibilities.
I am quite particular on which styles I like and don’t like – for example I hate large platforms as they look so inelegant to my eyes. The shape of the individual pieces that make up the boot and the layout of the stitching are also important to me.
From your comment it sounds like you need a boot devotee to look after your collection!!