When i go to a fetish convention and look out over all the goodies the dealers have brought to tempt, tantalize and seduce what few meager ducats i have in my clutch purse… i must steel myself. So many pretty pretties. So many wicked Wickeds. Latex, leather, plastic, pyrex, metal, satin, crinoline, a thousand textures all demanding my attention and tactile experience. But the booths i’m most drawn to are the booths where the artisans and craftspersons are working. The One of a Kind items; Fetish Works of Art. These living anachronisms who sell these glorious lovingly hand made implements of pain and pleasure are the true heart and soul of the BDSM scene. And when i think of beautiful hand made original Fetish toys, i immediately think of the wonderful WhypDancer and her amazing Canes 4 Pain
Elegance & Punishment
Now granted, i’m a fetishist and i like pain in my play. Spanking paddles, whips floggers etc, etc…. but canes are another matter. A cane in the hands of a brilliant administrator of corporal punishment can be an amazing experience. A humbling, agonizing experience, that will change up a errant slaves outlook with the whistling speed of a single stroke. It’s also an experience i avoid like the plague. A striping by cane is a serious matter for me. It is pain like a wasp sting. A pain that grows and builds even after the first stroke. A kind of sting that goes all the way to the bone, bounces off the bone, and goes immediately to the brain to file a complaint with the cerebellum. i mean it hurts. A lot.
So here is WhypDancer… smiling her pleasant and friendly smile sitting at her booth banging away at piece of fine silver sheet making a rose bud. A innocent scene of an artist at work. And here is me being drawn in towards her booth like the complete idiot that i am. What is that draws me in? What makes me come so close to look at the things that scare the poopie out of me at the mere mention of the word cane? WhypDancer doesn’t simply make canes, she makes slender royal scepters… magical faerie wands. Exquisite ornate sterling silver and bejewelled wonders. And this girl likes shiny, pretty things. Deceptive beguiling enchanting and evil.. Pure unholy evil.
Nothing so phantasmorgically whimsical should be capable of illiciting the kind of heartfelt and impassioned screams that they do. It goes against the laws of Disney. Its unnatural i tell you. But there they are. i just pray that Mistress Alexia doesn’t walk by and notice them. Please pray with me. You cant possibly see how a fabulous lady can resist these evil instruments looking so elegant and commanding such attention. Beautiful accessories that one could picture a evil faerie tale Queen reaching for to punish the alabaster white perfect skin of a usurped Princess. Or perhaps the decadent and jaded Mother Superior of the convent seeking to instruct her young trembling noviate in the finer points of suffering.
This is some amazing and beautiful stuff and WhypDancer in my humble opinion is the very best at this little niche of BDSM She has set the bar so high, it is hard to imagine anybody catching up. If you are a devotee of the toys and implements of torture… then you need to own a selection of WhypDancer’s canes. If you are discriminating Dominant Woman then it would be hard to imagine that you haven’t held and swung one of WhypDancers beautiful slender corporal teaching aides. Her work is that essential to the aesthetic of BDSM Role Play and the image of the Dominitrix .
i really do want to give one of these to my Mistress as a gift one day. You know, when im feeling completely insane, or am tired of life. Perhaps when i have suffered some terrible nerve damage and can no longer feel anything below the neck. Yeah that’s when ill do that. Oh what a wicked Qaundry You have presented me with WhypDancer. Beauty to be afraid of Now that is truly Divinely Decadent .
Carpe Noctum
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