The Dom Next Door Unchained – Gina West

Welcome to the second installment of what I hope will become a more regular feature on TDND™ –Unchained.

Unchained (not literally…geeze) is what others refer to as guest blogging, but with a twist. Rather than a blogging peer being invited to write something on or about a particular subject, Unchained has a theme:

Discourses, thoughts and reactions on any of the various offerings found on The Dom Next Door™ and how they were affected by them.

In other words, an outlet for the voice of Peeker™ Nation. Could be in regards to a story, random BDSM musing, poetry or the blog in general.

Eventually it is my hope that the entirety of all the Unchained submissions (heh) will weave a lovely quilt, each square or patch as unique and beautiful as it’s stitcher. When they are combined into a rich tapestry of experiences, thoughts and opinions, they metamorphosize into something greater than the sum of its naughty parts, their main delineator of TDND™ being the thread that makes them one common voice.

Yours.

So link by link, we are forging a chain of such tales. Stories that are at the core of what this blog is really about. No, not coffee. But rather the demystification of the stereotypical D/s persona and dynamic, as well as helping Peekers™ find their inner Dom or sub.

This Unchained link started with a simple, innocent  (stop smirking Gina) Twitter message regarding the BDSM On A Budget series. When a Peeker™ says  “About The Chains™? Um, thanks. Yeah…” it sure sounded as if someone had a positively naughty experience as a result of the blog. Which is everything Leigh and I stand (kneel? lie down? arch?) for. And it also screamed (seriously, just….stop it) potential for a perfect Unchained post.

I was right. Holy shit was I right. You’ll see.

So without further adieu The Dom Next Door™ Unchains the aspiring romance/erotica novelist, mom, wife, avid reader, student of classical guitar, seeker of knowledge and wisdom and introvert (Ha!) Regina West:

My husband and I read and discuss nearly every TDND™ post. Like Scot and Leigh, we have been married for many years and have embarked on a similar sexual journey. I won’t say what drove us to explore BDSM because it’s almost cliché at this point, but I will say that we are definitely exploring and that we are brand spanking (pun intended) new at this. So far, we’ve found ourselves adopting more of the BD aspect than the SM. Some might consider that plain old vanilla, maybe French vanilla, and that’s fine. I refuse to participate in a pissing contest about it. We like what we like.

Which leads me to the latest TDND™ post that kindled a fire in our household.

After reading Chain Of Rules Act II, I admit I was having visions of cuffs and eye bolts and chains (oh my). I found myself dreamily staring at doorways, wondering if anyone would notice if we put eye bolts at the four corners. The wooden rafters in our basement suddenly seemed like the perfect place for an entire bondage set-up leaving plenty of room for a Dom to circle his prey . . . um, I mean sub.

Then when Scot posted BDSM on a Budget – The Chains™, he mixed the two best words in the English language – chains and budget – and that was our cue. The next day, my husband went to Lowes and came back with a variety of chain lengths and a pack of snap hooks, all for around $30.

Unfortunately, we couldn’t launch into kinky home remodeling right away, nor could we use our BDSM-unfriendly bed. Years ago when we bought it for its minimalist look, we weren’t considering its bondage possibilities. The headboard is one huge slab of wood with no legs around which one might wrap a chain, and even the mattress, a Tempur-Pedic which is fantabulous for sleeping, doesn’t have handles on the sides. What’s a horny married couple to do? Improvise, that’s what.

By the time we could ditch the kids and have some alone time, I’d already been thinking about those damn chains for hours. Then my sadistic husband decided he needed a shower. More waiting, and worse, he ordered me to touch myself until he was done. Thank God he takes quick showers. Once he joined me, it only took maybe four nasty twists on my nipples to send me skyrocketing.

But I’d made a mistake. I hadn’t asked if I could orgasm (another thing we learned from TDND™). I swear I meant to ask, but I’d teased myself into a frenzy and then he did all the right things to my body and . . . well, you try stopping a speeding train!

After that, he ordered me to stand up, spun me to face away from him, and pushed me down onto the bed on my stomach. With my wrist and ankle cuffs already in place, it only took a moment for him to bind my hands and feet behind my back with the one-foot chain. Hog tied, boys and girls. That’s right. If you’ve never tried it, you are seriously missing out.

Flat on my stomach, arms and legs bent behind me, completely immobile.

He positioned himself between my legs and slid into me, reminding me once again that I had come without his permission. He then grabbed the flogger, and I paid for that error with several lashes. When he decided I’d had enough of that, he took hold of the chain, the handle he would use to manipulate my helpless form, and yanked. My back arched, my arms pulled up behind me. His fist wound through my hair and tugged my head back, and he pounded into me with enough force to bruise my hips.

Heaven help me, it was glorious!

I was completely at his mercy, the chain his leverage. He muttered filthy things while he doled out this most pleasurable punishment for my disobedience.

The pounding reached its peak, and we were both moaning when he gave the final push. You know the one – when he buries himself so deep in you, you wonder if you’ve become one being. With a final roar, he held himself in that place for a long moment before he collapsed over my back and pressed his cheek between my shoulder blades. Gasping for air, the chain still twisted in his fist, my husband said the first words that came to mind. “Holy shit!”

My sentiments exactly.

This is generally how it happens in our house. We read something on TDND™ and let it percolate in our minds until we have no choice but to try it. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn’t. But it’s been a blessing to have as a guide the blog of two regular married folks who approach this with caution and knowledge but without brutality. I look forward to many, many new adventures.

– Gina West

Anyone else need some fresh air or a cooling shower? Damn! And to think the blog played a role in this? (does that make this role play?) Humbling.

Thank you Gina for sharing that very personal and extremely erotic moment, one I hope is just the first of many more for you and your Sir.

– Scot

A Peek Back 8-25

Someone found the blog by keyword searching “breaking leigh d/s.”

Twice.

I cannot even begin to describe how humbling that was to see. If you follow me on Twitter you know on a regular basis I share some of the phrases people use in search engines that eventually led to their peeking through the keyhole. And I’m fairly certain that, baring some incredibly kinky coincidence, that those two words in conjunction are unique to my story about spanking Leigh to tears.

Typically the search phrases or keywords are obvious. Many times they cause me to scratch my head in a “what the fuck?” Occasionally they shock and sadden me in the cold reality of how fucking sick some people are.

But more often than not they are amusing. Downright humorous, bordering on hysterical. Which I enjoy. I’ve joked about creating a unique page as a The Dom Next Door™ Search Engine Submission Hall Of Fame. It’s probably going to happen, it will likely become one of the most popular pages on the site and its content will, ironically, result in even more funky phrases finding our kinky lil’ corner of the internet.

But they better bring their A game. “Belly button squirm” is a tough act to follow.

If you’re a first time Peeker™ Leigh and I welcome you to peek through the keyhole. We strongly encourage you to view all of the established Pages, which can be viewed by selecting any of the tabs at the top of this page.

The Archives are an inclusive, running version of every post of note on this blog. If you have not read any or all of the stories, random musings, poetry, etc linked from The Archives by all means please grab a seat, perhaps a drink (if its coffee pour us both a mug, please) sit back and enjoy.

With all that searching, its time to find this week’s Peek Back:

Chain Of Rules Act V – Leigh’s chain bound form screamed for nipple abuse. Leigh screamed as well.

Interview With A Submission Vampire Vol.1 No.13 – Peeker™ surrenderedone wanted some advice on how to get to that special place in a spanking scene.

Oktoberfest Thirty Begets Coffee Monday Morning – The Monday morning java musings after the Sunday evening beer fest.

We Interrupt Writing Seek And Go Hyde Act IV – The cliffs – Leigh. Magic Oil™. I mean, c’mon!

Seek And Go Hyde Act IV – Don’t read this unless you like sadomasochistic forced orgasms, and who among us doesn’t?

Hyde Gets Wild – The story right above this got republished in an erotic newspaper. No living with Hyde now!

BDSM On A Budget – The Chains™ – The long hinted at and anticipated post. Here’s how you too can have professional quality chain bondage in your bedroom.

Embers – A very special erotic poem about a very special lady and a very special evening. It’s not always cuffs and floggers.

The Butterfly Chains Act III – How hot is this Act? I had to take a cool shower after writing it. Shit you not.

If Crayola Made BDSM Crayons – Pretty much what it sounds like. Yeah, I’m sick this way and I like it.

Let the belly buttons squirm!

– Scot

BDSM On A Budget – The Chains™

Admit it, you watch “those” videos.

You know, the ones that are done professionally by pay-for-view sites. Famous bondage and/or adult actresses being restrained in a dungeon setting that all but the most serious or financially independent devotee of BDSM can afford, or at least hide.

Shackles everywhere. Pulleys capable of suspending livestock abound. Enough rope to outfit a four masted schooner. Leather cuffs and collars, steel spreader bars with all the connections. Cages. Fucking machines. Tables and racks right out of the Spanish Inquisition.

Their business is kink, and business is good. Especially after the success of a certain neutral hued book series.

I will bet that most couple’s virgin explorations of bondage began with something innocent, like a scarf or belt. Which in turn will lead to either experimenting with rope or that pink nylon bondage set from Adam & Eve, which will in the future be best known as the reason they get naughty catalogs in discreet envelopes every month.

Rope is sexy. It’s timeless, the classic. But unless you are already skilled in knot tying there is going to be a learning curve, as well as the specter of those fumblings in the dark with knots pulled taut or made too tight. Ligature marks are cool as fuck, but cutting off circulation and nerve damage aren’t, not to mention the tick tick ticking of the mood clock when either occurs.

I admit that I am trying to learn rope bondage, and for all the above you will not be reading about it here until I am confidant in not just my abilities but also grasp of the intricacies of what to tie where and why.

That is why I use this:

If you want to know exactly what that is:

That is the shelf tag from a Home Depot (otherwise known in kink circles as Dom Depot) for what has been referred to on this blog as simply The Chains™. Like how shiny they are? Me too. And see that price? A whopping $1.67 a foot.

And they will cut it to length for you. Free. “You Can Do It. We Can Help.” Heh.

Is any of this sinking in yet? Are you grinning? I hope so.

Now before we go any further, what I am about to share with you as far as being able to enjoy professional quality bondage at a bargain basement price right in the privy of your own bedroom will require some serious leather bondage cuffs and a collar. You will not regret this investment. Don’t skimp on these. Your submissive deserves the best, it will give both of you countless hours of enjoyment and its safe. Plus its just fucking hot.

So back to Dom Depot. Armed with the aforementioned SKU/shelf talker information get as many lengths of pre-cut chain as you wish. As of this moment The Chains™ at TDND™ World Headquarters consist of:

• Four 1′ lengths (great for  hog tying, ankle/ankle, wrist/wrist, or to connect to a collar)
• Two 2′ lengths (a couple more of these are going to happen soon)
• One 3′ length (I could use a few more of this length also)

Plus ten of these double ended, bolt action snap hooks (two came with the bondage cuffs):

If you have ever owned a dog you know exactly what these are and how to use them. And make sure they are stainless steel so they match your chain lengths.

Everything I described above in the quantities indicated didn’t even come to $35 (excluding the cuffs and collar). Think about that when perusing the web or that naughty, indiscreetly mailed catalog for bondage toys.

For this post we will assume the majority of play is going to happen in bed. Future posts will discuss taking your new chain bondage skills elsewhere.

Just like the good folks at Dom Depot will do all the length work for you gratis, your mattress manufacturer also was nice enough to provide, at no additional cost, the perfect way to secure your submissive to the bed. Remember when you moved that mattress in and you had to carry it up a flight of stairs by those four handles securely attached a few feet from each corner?

Grinning again, aren’t you?

Follow these simple steps and you will have a bondage set-up that will look and sound (this is one area chain kicks rope’s ass) like those videos you watch when you should be working.

• Per the information on the cuffs and collars link above, outfit your submissive with leather wrist and ankle bondage cuffs as well as a three ring leather bondage collar.
• Take one each of the snap hooks and attach to each of the handles on your mattress.
• Attach one of the same to each ankle and wrist cuff

Now let your imagination wander. The possibilities are almost endless as to how, where and with what you can render your submissive immobile. And you don’t even need to use all the chains! Snap hooking a wrist cuff to its corresponding ankle cuff requires all of two snap hooks that can clicked into place in seconds.

This is the hidden beauty of using chain over rope. It’s effortless to change set-ups and quickly. No fumbling with knots, or untying to retie. No skill set to acquire or master. It can be shortened or lengthened by a link with speed and ease as well.

I will often, at the end of a scene when its my turn to satisfy my physical needs, snap hook each of Leigh’s wrists to her ankles, then  chain those to the rings on her collar. Aside from being rendered spread eagle and helpless she can also relax in that all her limbs are now free of weight bearing.

Or connect each ankle with a 2′ length, then push it higher…and higher. I can even use my chest to pull her wider this way as I fuck her obscenely open cunt at my whim.

If you feel so inclined, some convenient eye hooks screwed into the rear of a headboard, or a bed frame leg, could provide countless more opportunities.

Your imagination is your limit as far as what you can do quickly, easily, in seconds and with a look, feel and sound that you see on those videos you really shouldn’t be watching at work. Positioning, access, ease of or rigidity or movement. And when it’s all over some unclicking and it all stores neatly and compactly onto itself. We use an old pillowcase and everything I mentioned fits in it with ease.

Chain bondage. We’re hooked on it.

– Scot

Scot The BILF…What?

When you read that I say I’m blushing, it’s not bullshit.

So when I read (about a month after the fact) that LSAM of Love Sex And Marriage nominated me for this:

I not only blushed at the obvious but also that I had been thought of so for three weeks and didn’t know!

Seriously? Me?

First, thank you so much LSAM! Their blog is one of the few, like ours, that shares the journey between a married D/s couple, and they do so with wit, eroticism, humor and honesty. If you are not familiar with them I highly recommend checking them out.

But a BILF?

I wrestled with this. Whatever comes across via words on a screen, I have never, ever thought of myself in any sort of -ILF manner, including as I type. I am Leigh’s husband, her guy, best friend and when the bedroom door closes her Sir.

And yes, I’m blushing right now as I grasp at words to convey how I feel.

But it would be extremely rude to not accept such a personal award based on my own views about how I see myself. It is by far the most unique one TDND™ has received so far. So, with a red face and a grin I humbly accept The Sexy Blogger Award.

According to the rules of this award, I am supposed to:

1. Post five sexy suggestions (Oh, thank goodness not more Scot Trivia!)
2. Post a link to my sexiest blog post
3. Nominate five other sexy bloggers
4. Let the nominees know they’re sexy

Five Sexy Suggestions

– You do not need expensive toys to add spice and kink to your sex life. All you need is an open mind, some imagination and a little creativity. The entire premise of our BDSM On A Budget series is a testament to this. Kink was around long before electricity was harnessed. A collection of scarves can be a veritable treasure trove of erotic possibilities. Ice cubes can be objects that induce fear and arousal. As I have always said “Close your eyes, open your mind and your thighs will follow.”

– That said, do not let fear or timidness rule the bedroom. If you are curious about shibari, invest in some good books and DVDs and a shit ton of the best rope you can buy. Electro stimulation sound interesting? Hello TENS Unit, and not the bargain basement one. Sometimes a collar is not a collar, especially if its fur-lined with three stainless steel rings on professionally sewn leather. So what if you have to tell your best friend “If anything ever happens to me, get that fucking black trunk from my bedroom and toss it in the river ASAP!” Do not go quietly into the eternal night wondering what it would have been like to have had hot wax dripped all over you (or on your other) from the finest low temperature candles. Do it!

– Much of WIITWD is, if you think about it, grown ups playing very, very adult versions of games we all played as kids. Doctor anyone? Tie up games? Truth or Dare? See who can whatever for the longest time? Just because there are more lines on your face doesn’t mean you have to act a certain way. Embrace your inner child. Remember how curious you were about everything, especially “that?” How exciting the simplest things were? The amusement park your body was, with your imagination the “YOU MUST BE AS DEMENTED AS…TO RIDE” sign? Play with each other like you did when you had not a care in the world, but do so with the benefit of the years of experience you have and the rights you enjoy as consenting adults. It will do your heart, soul and reproductive organs good.

– People in better physical shape can fuck each other better, longer, faster, harder and more often that those who get winded taking the escalator. Think about that.

– Seduce your other. Have an affair with your spouse. Cheat on your mate with your mate. The embers from those early flames are still there. They may be buried under decades of ash from bills, a mortgage, maybe kids, but they still glow. Ironically, if you listen to the first four Sexy Suggestions this fifth one will likely just happen, as it did for us.

Our Sexiest Blog Post

Wow, tough one to answer! It’s like asking a parent which child is your favorite?

While it may surprise you, I think the poetry I write for Leigh is the sexiest. Please visit The Archives for links to all the erotic poetry on the site. But if we (I asked Leigh as well) to pick just one story, we both have a soft (hard?) spot for Away Games. That’s the story that started all of this, the one we lived while the blog was getting eight views a day. It was a magically moment in our lives.

Nominate Five Other BILFs

If you have anxiously read through all of the above waiting to read who I think is a BILF…

…you are going to be disappointed.

Unbeknownst to LSAM when she chose me, this topic is a strict hard limit of Leigh’s. When TDND™ started  the two of us, as we do when we scene, established protocols. These included social networking hard limits as far as to what manner or degree comments can go. In the early days of TDND™ Leigh would let me know if I was “yellow” or “red” with a comment either here or on Twitter.

What can I say? I fucking love the fact that she has made it perfectly clear that I am her guy and hers only. She’s selfish and protective and its cool. So yeah, I totally respect her wishes. I hope this did not offend anyone, but to be honest if it does I really do not care. She’s my doll, I’m her Sir, and that is that. And I sincerely hope that no one thinks any less of Leigh as a result. If you do, you are more than welcome to Unfollow us.

But let’s not end this on a sour note. I am sincerely humbled and, as you know, embarrassed to be thought of this way. Thank you again LSAM!

– Scot

A Peek Back 6-30

You should know by know that AM dived by single digits on the clock (in other words before 10AM) equals coffee. Lots of coffee.

It is a food group here, and one thing Leigh and I Will. Not. Compromise on. We drink microroasted coffee done so locally. Other aspects of the budget may change, allocations go up and down (heh) but this is a hard limit. We will both safe word on cheap, crappy ass coffee.

Welcome to this Saturday’s A Peek Back. This feature of TDND™ allows long time Followers as well as first time Peekers™ to quickly review what has transpired over the past seven days.

If you are a neophyte Peeker™ I strongly encourage you to view all of the established Pages, which can be viewed by selecting any of the tabs at the top of this page.

The Archives are an inclusive, running version of every post of note on this blog. If you have not read any or all of the stories, random musings, poetry, etc linked from The Archives by all means please grab a seat, perhaps something to drink (like coffee!), sit back and enjoy.

So, without further teasing (which I am very good at, so I hear), A Peek Back:

Interview With A Submission Vampire Vol.1 No.6: Leigh & I both discuss not just how do you know you are submissive but also how to find like-minded kinksters.

If Its Early Monday, I Have A Java IV In: My weekly Monday cup of coffee (notice a trend here?) and stream of consciousness.

The Medium Is The Message: Does it really matter who in the D/s dynamic lights the way as far as the overall journey?

Territorial Marking: An erotic poem about what its like to have a woman beg to come all over you…again and again.

Leigh Has Another Cute Musing: Leigh’s cute little….poem…in response to Territorial Marking

Finger Sandwiches: Not what it sounds like. The one thing Leigh does outside the bedroom that sends me flying.

Welcome To Topdrop Live!: Topdrop is real. It sucks. Ever wonder how a Dom feels when they drop? A stream of consciousness post as I actually dropped… and hard.

BDSM On A Budget – Cuffs, Collars & Gags, Oh My!: Because binding arms and legs shouldn’t cost an arm and a leg

Inspiration: I’m still in shock over this. Our real-life adventures inspire some hot, erotic BDSM fiction!

More coffee, Sir? Thank you Leigh.

– Scot

BDSM On A Budget – Cuffs, Collars & Gags, Oh My

We’ve been pretty creative and frugal thus far in the BDSM On A Budget series. But, within every discipline, interest, etc. there are just indisputable necessities that require stepping back from creative repurposing on a budget. I honestly don’t care if Martha Stewart has an online tutorial for making thrifty, yet hinting at spring with floral accents versions of today’s topic.

Yes, as the title indicated, this time we discuss what should be standard gear for any couple engaged in BDSM and/or a D/s dynamic – leather bondage cuffs and collars. We’ll even toss in a leather strap ball gag at no extra cost!

When people and/or couples first start exploring bondage, it’s almost always via hands tied with scarves, rope, clothing, even tape. But in time the fumbling with knots that are either too tight or too loose will get to be an issue, as well as the limitations that a restrictive, focused binding has. You can tie hands together, or even through/around something like I did with my belt in Away Games. You’ll need to tie knots twice to secure legs wide. Tying limbs together? More knots. Still erect? Still wet? I hope so.

And so on.

Now, don’t get me wrong. Rope is sexy, timeless, romantic even. Scarves are amazing. I mentioned them when we went thrift shopping. Clothing is very spontaneous and adds a delightful irony to bondage. Tape is cold, violent and will add a sadomasochistic aspect when removed.

But eventually you will, once your Dominant unties you, want to get off porch and “run with the big dogs”. I’m talking the real shit – dedicated leather bondage cuffs and a collar. Like these:

Before I continue, all of what I will be discussing today can be purchased at Leather Etc. The images are linked to the product pages. I ask that you please finish reading before clicking any links.

(Disclaimer – I am not receiving any compensation from Leather Etc. as result of any endorsements…….yet)

We own two pairs of the fleece lined, leather, double ring cuffs like you see above. They are comfortable, secure, can be actually locked with a small padlock through the buckle if you like and just look sharp as fuck. The two rings allow for a multitude of bondage opportunities. They even come with a metal connector (like you use on a dog chain/leash) at no extra cost.

They go on quickly, are extremely secure and make your submissive just glow, radiate. And again, with one on each wrist and ankle, the possibilities for bondage origami are almost endless. Many times Leigh will be able to relax her legs in that the restraints are holding them in place. She may not appreciate how open and vulnerable that place is, but at least she is not doing kinky Pilates.

Now here is the kicker. Each set is only $29.95! And…they come in wrist AND ankle sizes if you wish to go that route. When we bought ours years ago they only had one size, which we have found to work on both wrists and ankles. Plus they were $5 less then! The S/H is a flat rate $4.95.

So, for what you would pay for dinner and a movie (even less if you get the large popcorn) you could have two pair of serious play leather bondage cuffs with connectors at your doorstep.

So now that you have your submissive restrained, you need to keep them quiet. Ever fumble tying the scarf gag, or catch loose hair in the knot? Want to use what the “pros” do? Then for a mere $8.99 your submissive’s screams could be muffled very nicely with this:

This leather strap ball gag is adjustable and comes with a buckle. The perfect fit every time, and no more clumps of hair torn out in that scarf (not that a lil’ pain is bad, mind you). And again, there is the romance of the classics. Submissives droop at the sight, but relish the thought that you care enough to gag them with the very items that porn stars use.

Finally, the one piece that actually does not truly fit into the budget theme, but it should be in your toy box:

The symbol of submission – a leather bondage collar. Please note that I said “bondage collar” and not just collar. Big difference. A leather collar often only has the one front ring. A bondage collar has three rings. BIG difference as to what you can do to and with your submissive as a result.

This one is fleece lined. Some submissives may enjoy the feel of just leather on their necks. That’s fine. Leigh prefers the fleece, plus I think it increases comfort, which can lead to longer play sessions when its being used for what it’s designed for.

Those side rings are crucial for adding countless binding options. Wrists to neck is the most obvious. I like to use them to keep Leigh’s head immobile with lateral restraint. I could go on and on….

…sigh.

This is an investment. But again, collars are extremely symbolic. Merely wearing it starts the mind fucking, let alone what potential lies within its kinky three-ring circus. Your submissive deserves a proper and attractive collar.

It’s not cheap at $49 for the fleece lining and three rings, but again a small price to pay for the lifetime of orgasmic memories it will generate. If you just want straight leather, single ring collars they run only $14.99.

I know there are tutorials on-line as to how to make all of these, but let’s be honest. I would want these to be made by someone more versed in leather work than I. Restraints should be safe. I trust these. This is not a place to be cutting corners, in my humble opinion, but you can get professional quality leather cuffs and collars at a very reasonable price.

So there you have it. For about $130 you could have all of this to play with. I think, for the passion you invest in your passion, it’s a very fair price to pay to bring some quality to your bondage efforts, as well as so much more.

Next time we go Budget BDSM we will visit the home improvement store and show you a very cheap, efficient and kinky way to use your new cuffs and collar. It will give new meaning to “hardware”…heh.

– Scot

BDSM On A Budget – Let’s Go Antiquing!

Everyone collects something…

Could be books, vintage shoes, maybe the ubiquitous comic books or sports cards, perhaps figurines of some sort. Glassware, ceramics, guns, jewelry, etc. I am willing to bet that all of you have, in one way, shape or form, a collection(s) of some kind.

Leigh & I collect a variety of antiques in an array of fields of interest. Some are shared interest, others individual to our own unique fascinations with a particular genre or collectible. Most couples collect and don’t even realize they do when decorating a home with who knows what…and why.

Be it in a huge mall full of hundreds of dealers, a weekend outdoor show, the local store or “picking” at garage sales or flea markets, at the very least a day antiquing is interesting, fun and relaxing. You can even make some decent money at it if you know your stuff.

A common theme in today’s eclectic green world is to take a vintage object whose original purpose was for one thing and to give it a new life via using it in a way that was not what it was primarily made for.

I’ll pause for a second to allow all of your widening grins to reach full Cheshire Cat status.

For example, check out this charming display from some antique store, perhaps one near you:

Some nice cast iron corn muffin tins, a few baskets, an old crate….and a butter paddle. Just the name “paddle” should already have you smirking. As you can see it’s not very big, likely no more than just over a foot in length. Decades of use have worn it glass smooth to the touch, its handle an extension of your body the way it feels and moves. No sharp edges or splinters, no cracks, even a hole in the handle to allow it to be hung easily and displayed proudly in your kitchen for all to see and ask “Ohhhh, where did you find that?”

Or, what they should be asking and very likely thinking “Oh, what do you do with that?”

Exactly.

I alluded to two new additions to The Dom Next Door’s Toybox™ in my post on Leigh’s 3 day spanking ordeal – a pair of antique butter paddles (Note – these are NOT the actual ones, just a nice example picture)

One is very similar to the one in the first image. Rectangular in nature, it’s about 14″ in length. The handle is easily 1/2″ thick and gradually tapers to less than 1/8″ at the paddle’s edge. The “business end” is about 9″ long by 4″ wide. Smooth as a baby’s bottom, or should I say my doll’s bottom? I paid a whole $4 for it at a flea market. It makes a lovely, solid THWACK when applied to Leigh’s  exposed backside. And when not in “use” it adds a nice splash of personality to our kitchen wall.

Its friend cost $13, which is more than I wanted to pay…until I picked it up. It’s as if I am not holding anything at all in how balanced it feels. Plus its much narrower, no more than 2″ wide across its paddle end, which has a subtle curve in it from years of use and the natural bend that occurs when wood ages. Of course this curve hugs Leigh’s ass like an old friend seeing her for the first time in years. The 3/8″ thick paddle’s narrowness also delivers a lot more sting than its wider partner in crime, like a crop would as opposed to a paddle. The CRACK sound it delivers means business.

Now that we have some lovely decorations to strike with, let’s look around and see what else we can find. Oh! Check this out:

Why, it’s a vintage pastry wheel, otherwise known as a pie wheel or a variety of other names. Bakers use these to prick hundreds of tiny holes in unbaked pie and/or pastry dough to prevent it from bulging with bubbles when blind baking it.

Grandma would say “Oh look at that pie wheel!” A kinkster would say “Holy shit an old Wartenberg wheel!” and both of them would be right. That’s a solid steel wheel with what looks like at least 50 or more sharp teeth. And yes it does work exactly like a Wartenberg wheel when teasing the flesh of a submissive with its constant stinging and/or biting, depending on how hard you press. Plus it makes a helluva pie crust and looks great lying in that area of the kitchen with all the old cook stuffs.

I paid a whole $2 for mine. So now I have two lovely paddles and a Wartenberg wheel and didn’t even break $20.

If you look hard enough (I highly recommend eBay) you can score very serious vintage S/M items like this:

Yes, that is an authentic Violet Wand, in original case with all its glass extensions. And it works. No, I don’t own this or one (yet) but for $50 you could. That’s right, half a Benjamin. Not cheap, but compared to what you may pay for a new one it’s a bargain. And what charm and personality. Stuff like this is referred to in antique circles as “quackery”, or medical devices from the days of snake oil salesman. Just imagine the fun you could have with a toy like this.

Finally, I would be remiss if I ignored one of the classics. One that I bet a number of you experienced, albeit not by design, when you were Mini Perverts:

Anyone just LOL or cringe? $20 could have all of these for not only a lovely wooden floral display in an old crock near the stove, but just think how fun it is asking your submissive to “choose wisely” from this toy box in plain sight? I doubt individually you would pay more than a few dollars maximum for any of these. Doesn’t the one with the hole look like it would leave a delicious polka dot pattern of red welts? Maybe it whistles when it moves quickly? If it was good enough for your mother to use on your bottom, its good enough for you to use on your bottom’s bottom!

These are just a sampling of the various things you can procure while antiquing. If you use any items like these, or pick some up as a result of my musings, I’d love to hear about it.

Now please excuse me, but I left something turned on in the other room….heh.

– Scot

30 Days Of The Dom Next Door

Ooops….we missed our one month anniversary a few days ago. We must have been…..busy. Yeah, busy.

Over 150 combined Followers for us. Easily close to 300 orgasms for Leigh. Crazy 30 days.

We fucking loved it. And you guys.

As a “Thank You” I am placing on one page a collection of the various stories we have and continue to share with all of you. And as you can see from Leigh’s tally  there is much, much more to come. Or is it to come much, much more?

Anyway, we hope that this makes it easier to find our various musings. I’ll likely make this a Page soon. But in the interim:

BDSM Themed Erotica

Thanks For Coming, Please Come Again

Away Games

Puppet Master

Breaking Leigh

Miss Manners

Random BDSM Musings

The Dom Next Door

The girl Next Door

Safety Dance

It’s Not German Opera 24/7

Ying & Yang

Where’s Weirdo?

DäməˈnāSHən & səbˈmiSHən

Something Cold, Something Blue, Something Burrowed, Something New

BDSM On A Budget

The Thrift Store

Interview With A Submission Vampire

Volume One Number One, Number Two, Number Three

Erotic Poetry

Please

Mirror Mirror

Wet

Leigh’s Random Musing

 

Enjoy!

– Scot

BDSM On A Budget – The Thrift Store

Welcome to the inaugural post of what I hope will become a regular and admittedly popular feature of The Dom Next Door™ – BDSM On A Budget.

Let’s face it. Not everyone has the pockets to outfit a full-fledged playroom with St. Andrew’s Crosses, custom paddles, intricate leather restraints and the like. As much as we all would like to, the feasibility and reality to have rooms like kink.com has in The Armory (great fucking site) is not an everyday reality. Add in the very real issue that not everyone has the persona or desire to flaunt their BDSM lifestyle. Imagine the mother-in-law’s comments on that new suspension rig in the bedroom, or the very real topic of kinks having children in the same house where the Dominant parent ties the submissive one down and covers them in dripping wax while they scream through a full face leather mask…

…well, I hope you can see and appreciate the need for discretion.

Now for those of you who actually do have spreader bars and nipple clamps hanging in plain sight like so many vintage oxen yoke’s or jewelry I applaud and respect you. It takes a major commitment to being so open in one’s decision to do WIITWD, and I sincerely give you props for that. I wish Leigh and I could be more open with our new lifestyle, but the cold dose of life that is reality simply will not allow us this freedom. I have no desire to brazenly show off or be easy family get together joke fodder. For the immediate future we close the bedroom door, then tell the whole world about what happens behind its shut hinges. Leigh is comfortable with this and I totally respect her views and feelings.

So, what to do? You do what spies and resistance movements have done for millennia. You hide in plain sight. Blend right in. Use the everyday for the unconventional. Its cheap, its easy and fucking effective. The world is a very kinky place if you open your mind to what your eyes are telling you. Allow me to demonstrate:

What do you see here?

To the casual eye its a display rack of belts and scarves at the local thrift store. Goodwill, Salvation Army, you get the idea. But to an open mind with a kinky eye there is possibility and potential. Oh yes, lots of fucking possibilities hiding right in plain sight at discount prices. Look closer:

I see leather straps with shiny metal clasps. I see chain link. I see the kind of things that, with a little ingenuity and creativity, could become instruments to restrain, bind, secure, hell even use as a spanking toy. And they’re practically giving them away at $1.99 a piece. Let that last sentence sink in the next time you shop online for leather strapping and bondage restraints.

The BDSM community has a de facto color scheme. Black is the new black. Sure there are other options and personalized interests, but for the most part black is where it’s at. And then there is the whole issue of leather. So let us look even closer:

Now we are talking. I don’t know about you, but I find this image sexy. The way the buckles glisten and the leather whispers. How the clasps are cold, rigid, impersonal but the straps are warm, worn and inviting. Black leather with steel clasps on an adjustable track. Do the math.

My math came out to $5.97 for three black belts, all with silver hued clasps. They all share the same tanned, semi-stain warmth in their finish and have a nice quality to them. That’s important to me. They also are approximately the same length, which is also good. (Hint – when shopping like this, look underneath the bottom of the rack for the longer belts) And they are all different widths, which is fucking perfect for what I ultimately have in mind for when I acquire enough of them: to make a corset of leather snakes around Leigh’s midsection. This will present her with a whole new dilemma when I torment her in that, when she goes to take that really deep breath when she squirts all over my hand, she will not be able to expand her rib cage. She will be bound without being tied up if I chose. The intensity of the resulting climaxes should be insane as a result.

I’m sure her pussy just surged a little as she read that last sentence. Good.

Plus, I can use these for a multitude of bondage scenarios. You’ve already likely read about what a leather belt can do in the Away Games saga. I can secure her hands and arms. I can, with ladder efficiency, make her legs unable to spread if I want. Breast torment? No problem. And when we are done playing I can simply clean them up and hang them in plain fucking view, except for the one I use to keep my pants around my waist and not my ankles. I’m wearing one of them right now.

But caveat emptor. Hiding among the plethora of belts was this beauty, which at an initial glance seems like a slam dunk, bondage scene cinch:

Its a chain link belt. Perfect! Leigh would be stunning with this around her waist and a look in her eye as her attire for the evening. But look closer. See that top link, the one hanging on the hook? Notice that the links are not solid, nor even crimped well. As a matter of fact they are so poorly secured it would not take much effort at all to go all Hercules on it and snap it with bare hands and determination. But more importantly I would hate for a beautiful scene to be ruined by Leigh’s lovely alabaster skin being pinched by one or more of these, possibly even drawing blood. One type of red leading to another one – a safe word that ends everything now because I was fucking careless in what I presented to her as my whim and desire. Please make sure to examine what you plan to use  for reasons that it was never intended.

And while not featured in an image I chanced across a huge black scarf for $1.99. This thing is at least 30″ x 84″ in scale. Its so massive that Leigh can actually fashion a top out of it. I’m honestly not sure what the fuck I am going to do with it, but it gives me a lot of potential to wrap or bind Leigh in some very erotic, provocative ways. It will be fun thinking of how to use it.

So now that we have some inexpensive, effective, attractive as hell bindings, let’s set the right mood with a visit to the Home Wares Department:

If black is the color of choice for BDSM, the tried and true decorum will and always be Early Medieval Castle Dungeon or Contemporary Inquisition. You can’t go wrong with the classics. There were no CFL lightbulbs back then, nor were there outlets to plug in that hideous lamp you got for Christmas, the one you have to use but hide in the bedroom so only the two of you are subjected to its horror. There was candlelight and cast iron fixtures. And they were often exquisite in their details.

And thrift stores are fucking loaded with cheap examples of the same light sources that were used centuries ago when BDSM was not a lifestyle but a painful reality for those without who either disagreed or dishonored those with. Leigh and I have picked up countless free-standing and wall mounted sconces, holders, etc. This very trip we possibly spent  the best $2.98 in years when the hanging $1.99  brass lantern without a hurricane I had in my basket just happened to be the separated mate to the intricate and ornate .99 cent brass sleeve Leigh had in hers! If the lovely shadows that dance and sing their silent songs of seduction to us across the walls of that bedroom with the closed-door could talk…

We got a few other candle bases that either require tapers or tea lights. The warm, organic, living and breathing atmosphere they all create when lit borders on a church alcove.

And again, when the door opens, they just sit there silently during the day as part of our eclectic decor. And no one is the wiser. The faux cast iron tiered candle holder featured in this picture came from the same shelf depicted above.

So hopefully I have given you some ideas and opened your eyes to the cheap, kinky possibilities that await you among the polyester shirts and exercise VHS tapes. And to that end, a challenge from The Dom Next Door™:

Go out and find your own cost-effective ways to be kinky as fuck. Share them either here via comments or on your own blog with a link back to this page. I’d be very curious to see what you all could come up with to help you come.

– Scot