HappyComeLucky

I love making things. I find it hard to find the time currently but I love making things. This includes baking, knitting, sewing, painting and more. Give me a flatpack to build and I am a very happy Honey!

That love of making things extends into kink. I’ve made lots of things over time. I’ve made simple figure-of-eight cuffs and sturdy ankle cuffs. I’ve made a beautiful collar for myself. I’ve made floggers for me and have even made a very particular commissioned flogger for a couple.

On top of all those, I nearly set myself up in business a few years ago. I still have the domain name just in case. I became passionate about making bull whips. I made quite a few, refining and improving them until they were works of art. I made and sold a couple of commissioned ones. I loved everything about the time, the thought, the method and the skill it took to make them. There was a beautiful satisfaction in the ache in my hands at the end of a session of making. As I wove the strands, it was as if the whip became more than a collection of parts. The weighting and weaving gives it almost a life of its own as it moves in your hand.

Sometimes, I adore the process of making so much that just doing that is enough. Sometimes, I need more. Sometimes, handing over something that I have made with my own hands and asking for it to be used on me is a powerful kink. It’s hard to explain the extra level of emotion it brings to be hurt with something that I have made. To feel my creation bite into my skin. To know it hurts because I made it in just the right way. To be scared that I have made something that might hurt too much, whilst still being proud that I have made just that.

All this reminds me. I need to work on a shorter whip. Six foot bull whips aren’t the most practical for using in the bedroom and I want to feel the kiss of the whip again.