On behalf of my Dom, I was looking for a good cane. And according to a friend, for good BDSM stuff I had to be at “Underground,” at 44 Spuistraat in Amsterdam. You enter through the Gays & Gadgets store. If you take the stairs down you will end up in “Underground,” a world full of BDSM gear. The store caters to gay BDSM men, but a cane is a cane, right? By the way, if you are looking for good leather outfits and puppy play stuff you have come to the right place!
The owner was friendly to me and showed me several canes. I had earned punishment my Dom thought, so it had to be a good sturdy one that was also comfortable for him to hold.
Personally, I’m more of a fan of bare hand Spanking, but unfortunately I don’t have the say. So (also from my own money) I bought a good cane. The atmosphere was pleasant, even as a bi woman I felt perfectly comfortable here. Frankly, I felt a lot more uncomfortable when I had to come to my D on the mat that night. We had agreed to meet at the Hilton Schiphol, so I had to walk from the parking garage to the lobby with my cane. To wait there until he came to pick me up.
I had wrapped the cane in gift wrap, hoping to avoid prying eyes from other hotel guests. I honestly don’t think that worked out. I felt like everyone knew what was in it! I felt a bit like an escort girl coming to visit a client, which, frankly, was quite a kinky feeling. Arriving at the hotel room, I had to put the cane away; we went to get something to eat first. This, of course, only further built the tension.
After dinner, I was allowed to go. D knew exactly how to build the tension even further: Me bent over the chair. Without hitting me, he let the cane swish through the air behind my back, without hitting me. I heard the cane whizzing, braced myself, and then no impact!
Hearing the hiss of the cane is almost worse than the actual blow. Almost worse I said, not quite. Finally I was allowed to lie down next to D with strapped buttocks AND a broken cane. Lovely floating and completely satisfied.
