This nifty little device was loc­ated at our local Home Depot.  Unfortunately I actu­ally have no idea as to what its ori­ginal pur­pose is; how­ever, I do know that the four­teen prongs leave a rather tan­tal­iz­ing sen­sa­tion when scraped across my flesh.  The points are rather sharp and with a little pres­sure, each prong can leave a slight indent­a­tion upon my skin.  I am par­tic­u­larly fond of this toy because it can bring about both giggles and screams: laughter when it is brushed ever so lightly caus­ing a tick­ling sen­sa­tion and yet cries when pres­sure is placed on the handle, push­ing each metal bristle into a well spanked bottom.

This par­tic­u­lar instru­ment was not one Master picked but one that caught my atten­tion.  At first I shook my head no when Master informed me that we would be pur­chas­ing it; how­ever, I am very happy he did not listen to my piti­ful “no’s” for there have been numer­ous days I have retrieved that pecu­liar comb, drag­ging each metal tooth up over my thighs, along my stom­ach.  Sometimes I will scrape it using slight pres­sure, other times with a great deal of force, both ways causes my cunt to become wet and my nipples to become hard.  Even now, just think­ing of it brush­ing over my flesh I find myself squeez­ing my legs, feel­ing the sweet rise of arousal begin to flush up over my body.

I think it is inter­est­ing that when I first layed eyes on this instru­ment I did not think of hav­ing it used on me but the more I played with it, the more I held the heavy handle in the palm of my hands, the more I wanted it.  And this is not the first time I have looked at a toy and recon­sidered its use.  There are numer­ous toys Master has that I was ini­tially scared  of but now I crave.  Every instru­ment which I equate to some level of pain has now become a toy in which I wish to exper­i­ence.  I am find­ing that I want to push the bound­ar­ies I once held so tightly to and allow myself to start to feel new sen­sa­tions. Perhaps all those vis­its to hard­ware stores has unlocked some­thing inside of myself.

~His

So far my theme with regards to inter­est­ing toys seems to have an ele­ment of the non human kind.  Well, part three of my mini series con­tin­ues with yet again an animal theme. Only this time it is not about me feel­ing like an animal or a part of an animal used inside of me, nope this time it is strictly about an instru­ment I found a long, long time ago at a store called Spruce Capital Feeds. Now, the pur­pose of said store is to sell goods to those who have horses, who per­haps have farms but for a curi­ously devi­ant girl such as myself, it truly is just another adult toy store.

My intent on that lovely sum­mer day was not to pur­chase any­thing but rather to help my friend find the per­fect saddle for her horse.  While my friend per­used the shop, ask­ing the rather charm­ing sales­man far more ques­tions than she needed as she was highly edu­cated with regards to leather and qual­ity, I found myself oddly aroused by what could only be described as a very pecu­liar brush.

Having spent some time on my friends ranch I was very aware as to what the instru­ment was; how­ever, as I dragged the prickly edgings across my palm I could not help but won­der how the steel teeth would feel against my bare flesh.  Without think­ing, I grabbed the wooden handle and brought the metal loop to my thighs.  I had been wear­ing shorts as it had been a rather warm day and the instant the wicked little prongs caressed my flesh I knew I had to have it.

I remem­ber feel­ing a little sneaky and quite proud of myself for mak­ing my dec­ad­ent pur­chase.  Looking back now I real­ise how brave I thought I was when in all real­ity I am most cer­tain no one had any idea as to what my true intent was.  Still, as the cash­ier handed me the bag I was filled with a sense of accom­plish­ment: I had bought a kinky toy in front of vanilla folks. I was wild.

It is amaz­ing how dif­fer­ent I was then, just a wee lassy, all of nine teen years of age and for the inno­cent creature I was, that sin­gu­lar moment was truly one of the first steps into my rich and erot­ic­ally charged life.  In all fair­ness, it has been all of those little steps that have lead me to where I am now.  And even though I still am shy from time to time, even though I still blush when I enter an adult toy shop or when Master gives my bot­tom a light swat as we walk into a store, I am proud of how far I have come, for the jour­ney I embarked on those many years ago and am still following.

Granted the toys in which Master and I use today are far more advanced than that horse hair brush, the sim­pli­city of such a toy should not be over looked or neg­lected for the sen­sa­tion each tiny metal tooth gives on a very red back­side is incred­ible and causes me to squirm simply think­ing about it.

~His