Thanks knot_sweet
It is fascinating that everyday articles take on a whole new connotation. My maternal grandmother was Italian from Abbruzzi. I have always linked the wooden spoon to her... no longer. Wooden spoons, paint brushes, clothes hanger wrappers, discarded belts, we can amass a wealth of implements with a creative stroll through the house.
We discovered the joys of an elastic band all on our own: talk about accurate and hitting the same spot over and again. The tension and squirming she underwent as the elastic was taught and aimed. She did not know when the ping would come... like little bee stings. She ended up pleading with me to "do it now", the anticipation of the twack was worse than the actual hit. I do suppose this holds true for many pain inducing devices.
I will have to ask you knot_sweet about bondage and knots. We are looking down that dark street as well and I do want to embrace the whole ritual and precision of the art.
It is fascinating that everyday articles take on a whole new connotation. My maternal grandmother was Italian from Abbruzzi. I have always linked the wooden spoon to her... no longer. Wooden spoons, paint brushes, clothes hanger wrappers, discarded belts, we can amass a wealth of implements with a creative stroll through the house.
We discovered the joys of an elastic band all on our own: talk about accurate and hitting the same spot over and again. The tension and squirming she underwent as the elastic was taught and aimed. She did not know when the ping would come... like little bee stings. She ended up pleading with me to "do it now", the anticipation of the twack was worse than the actual hit. I do suppose this holds true for many pain inducing devices.
I will have to ask you knot_sweet about bondage and knots. We are looking down that dark street as well and I do want to embrace the whole ritual and precision of the art.