Mine has this very handy ability to be able to build everything that my twisted mind can conceive of. The latest toy was a full size Saint Andrew’s cross. Beautiful. A couple four by fours, some bolts, a bunch of luxurious black furry fabric and a few million staples. That’s all it took. And it is beautiful, sitting in what used to be our basement but is quickly becoming our playroom. We’ve other neat things down there too. Whips and tawses and paddles - oh my! Even a futon frame. The bondage possibilities on that thing - wow. But the cross is now the piece de resistance. It’s ominous. Scary. It looms there, on the wall near the woodstove, a huge behemoth of a thing, dark and brooding. Lovely.

We’d decided to re-use some of our old gear. We’d had a pair of perfectly good cuffs that were attached to weak leads. We severed the leads and attached the cuffs, ankle and wrist, at heights perfect for Mine, to our lovely Cross. Another set of wrist cuffs were secured lower, f...

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