Isn’t it funny what one comes across when researching for a design assignment for uni work hehe …

An amusing excerpt from a Christmas supplement published in the Evening Post in 1934 that included suggestions for indoor party games over the festive season.

What to do at indoor Christmas parties is becoming more and more of a problem. Here are some suggestions which may help to add diversion to the occasion: For instance, you can sell some of your guests. This game is called “The Slave Market.” You choose five or six players, attractive-looking girls if possible to be sold as slaves, and one good compere to act as auctioneer. You give, say, twenty counters to each of the other players, whose object is to buy as many slaves as possible. If two players manage to buy the same number of slaves, the one who has most counters left wins. Skill consists in “pushing” the bids of other players and lying low for bargains. This sounds easy in cold blood, but is not so easy when the players are subjected to the blandishments of a) Uncle William as auctioneer after a good dinner and b) the slaves. It would be a shame to let Jane’s saucy eyes go for a paltry two counters!

This was soooo good I had to share last nights gigglefest discovery …

HOUSEPLANTS OF GOR

The spider plant cringed as its owner brought forth the watering can. “I am a spider plant!” it cried indignantly. “How dare you water me before my time! Guards!” it called. “Guards!”

Borin, its owner, placed the watering can on the table and looked at it. “You will be watered,” he said.

“You do not dare to water me!” laughed the plant.

“You will be watered,” said Borin.

“Do not water me!” wept the plant.

“You will be watered,” said Borin.

I watched this exchange. Truly, I believed the plant would be watered. It was plant, and on Gor it had no rights. Perhaps on Earth, in its permissive society, which distorts the true roles of all beings, which forces both plant and waterer to go unhappy and constrained, which forbids the fulfillment of owner and houseplant, such might not happen. Perhaps there, it would not be watered. But it was on Gor now, and would undoubtedly feel its true place, that of houseplant. It was plant. It would be watered at will. Such is the way with plants.

Borin picked up the watering can, and muchly watered the plant. The plant cried out. “No, Master! Do not water me!” The master continued to water the plant. “Please, Master,” begged the plant, “do not water me!” The master continued to water the plant. It was plant. It could be watered at will.

The plant sobbed muchly as Borin laid down the watering can. It was not pleased. Too, it was wet. But this did not matter. It was plant.

“You have been well watered,” said Borin.

“Yes,” said the plant, “I have been well watered.” Of course, it could be watered by its master at will.

“I have watered you well,” said Borin.

“Yes, master,” said the plant. “You have watered your plant well. I am plant, and as such I should be watered by my master.”

The cactus plant next to the spider plant shuddered. It attempted to cover its small form with its small arms and small needles. “I am plant,” it said wonderingly. “I am of Earth, but for the first time, I feel myself truly plantlike. On Earth, I was able to control my watering. I often scorned those who would water me. But they were weak, and did not see my scorn for what it was, the weak attempt of a small plant to protect itself. Not one of the weak Earth waterers would dare to water a plant if it did not wish it. But on Gor,” it shuddered, “on Gor it is different. Here, those who wish to water will water their plants as they wish. But strangely, I feel myself most plantlike when I am at the mercy of a strong Gorean master, who may water me as he pleases.”

“I will now water you,” said Borin, the cactus’s Gorean master.

The cactus did not resist being watered. Perhaps it was realizing that such watering was its master’s to control. Too, perhaps it knew that this master was far superior to those of Earth, who would not water it if it did not wish to be watered.

The cactus’s watering had been finished. The spider plant looked at it.

“I have been well watered,” it said.

“I, too, have been well watered,” said the cactus.

“My master has watered me well,” said the spider plant.

“My master, too, has watered me well,” said the cactus.

“I am to be placed in a hanging basket on the porch,” said the spider plant.

“I, too, am to be placed in a hanging basket on the porch,” said the cactus.

“I wish you well,” said the spider plant.

“I, too, wish you well,” said the cactus.

“Tal,” said the spider plant.

“Tal, too,” said the cactus.

I did not think that the spider plant would object to being watered by its master again. For it realized that it was plant, and that here, unlike on Earth, it was likely to be owned and watered by many masters.

The riding crop. Most people are familiar with these in the horsey world. Kinky people look at these in a different light. You either hate them or like them.  If you are partial to a bit of heavy spanking then there is a high chance you might like the idea of having your ass cropped with something such as this one. Riding crops are great, they are not high end priced toys to have in your toybox, they can last for years if they are good quality and you look after them well, and personally from my experience in the horse industry, riding crops last well and get better with a bit of use and age. You can use a crop to caress a body, even better when the submissive is blindfolded to add the extra heightened sensation of anticipation. Light taps to heavy slaps or a slow build up over various areas of the body not just the assumed bottom as most people associate cropping with. They are versatile toys.

I hummed and hahhed over what to write as there’s really not much one can write about a riding crop without it becoming rather boring so I decided instead photographs may well do it more justice than what I can verbally. If you like crops then this one is on my top list, Spartacus never fails to impress me with the quality of their kink toys and this sadistic little beauty is just one more.

This one I have is the Heart Bat and is manufactured by a favourite company of mine as mentioned, Spartacus.  This crop is 25″ in length which is pretty standard as far as regular riding crops go so it’s a good length for playing, and this one also doesn’t have too much give in the handle which means the impacts from this wee beauty are nice and direct and they pull power. We did muck about with this one and found that actually holding the handle still and pulling back on the crop part and letting go delivered more powerful stingy slaps than using the whole arm, all the power transferred straight to my ass in this circumstance. It doesn’t really leave ‘heart shaped’ marks and after looking at it and having a wee giggle it was decided it’s not a heart shape but rather a ‘bottom bending over shape’

It’s not a heavy crop but not overly lightweight either and it gives good control when handling it. It’s not at all flimsy like some crops out there, it’s well made and a sturdy crop. The handle also has a leather casing to enable a better grip and is capped at both ends with chrome covers.  The handle end is tipped with a chrome cap which has the little Spartacus guy on the end which is quite funkeh.

The stitching and workmanship is of excellent quality, the rod has a standard woven stem, the stem itself feels like some form of fibreglass rod but I can’t be 100% sure without pulling it apart,  and the lower crop end is made up of two heart shaped (or bottom shaped) pieces of high quality leather which are stiched together around the base of the rod but not wholey glued or stitched together all around so in essence they are two flaps and with time will soften more and probably creating a slapping sound when used as most do.

The lower crop end is reinforced with thin wire … ths is the one thing that gives this crop evil tendencies. If you miss with the leather part you are likely to impact the skin with this harder wire woven area and could leave some interesting wlets so be careful and practice on a bloody pillow or something if you are not proficient at using a crop.

To look after the leather sections clean with a damp cloth and treat with your favourite leather conditioner when needed.You can get this in black or a red leatherheart to match your freshly cropped buttocks

Thanks to Carrie Ann and the team at Eden Fantasys for letting me share this with you guys. Next on the list … my ongoing sharp and pointy obsession … impy gets to play with the Wartenburg Wheel “beams’