I used to say I am a cane nut, because I was unsure if it qualified as a fetish, but after noticing my obsession I now announce to the world that I Wonder Womyn am a cane fetishist ... but I will not be going on a 12 step programme ... just bend over and I will rip you apart - or if you are very lucky I might bend over for you!
Canes are objects that I am sexually aroused by. It is not just the thrill of giving or receiving cane, but the sight of them, the smell of linseed oil which I associate with my canes and the sound of canes whooshing in the air.
A friend who is also a cane fetishist (amongst other things) said that he can "spot one at 50 paces in dense fog or lurking amongst umbrellas and walking sticks in a hallway. It is the wanting to touch it and if one is in a room with one even if it is mostly hidden, it exerts a fierce and palpable presence just because you know it is there ... The blood races, the mouth dries and that object for the time being is the most important thing in the world".
If canes are near me I am drawn to them. I want to pick them up and touch them; I am distracted thinking about using them (and occasionally having them used on me) while they sit there almost calling me to pick them up. They give me a thrill and a warm feeling when I see them and touch them - which immediately turns me on.
I will go to a sex shop and on rare occasions there will be one there. I spy it at a distance. I like to wander about looking at everything else first, or at least leaving that section for last.
Leaving the cane until last is like leaving the exceptionally yummy chocolate desert until after dinner. But the whole time my attention wanders back to it. I get excited thinking about holding it.
I wonder about its weight and texture. Will it be a good or poor one? What have they encased it in? Where did they get it? How many have they sold - and to who??? Am I totally mad to compare them to violins? It is as if they take on a life of their own. They have history and personality.
And then I allow myself the pleasure of picking it up. Behold it's beauty - sight, sound, smell *sometimes even taste* or behold it's poor, sad state – I commiserate with it.
I come across them at people’s houses. Sometimes it is very sad to see the state they have left them in. I feel like taking them home and bringing them back to life much as you would a mistreated pet! Once I could not put one down until I had instructed a sub to bend over and I gave him a cold hard caning. What a buzz!
I had cared for my four canes myself, but due to my living conditions I once entrusted this job to trev my 1st subby. He did a good job, but it was difficult for me to entrust the job of soaking, drying and straightening to someone else when I was not there to supervise. He did something not the way I would have. My babies were ok, but I fretted a little until I could visit them. I thought about them often and anxiously awaited reports; and probably drove the boi mad with questions. I restraightened them to my specifications.
I was then forced to realise how important they were to me. It is as if each one has it's own personality. Two are very smoothly turned with no nodules. They are oiled. They feel so much more alive than the varnished ones, but the varnished ones are safer to use on multiple people due to the transfer of body fluids. I strongly encourage every masochist to have their own canes, so that they may look after them and have them oiled instead of varnished. I want to start a collection when I have the money to do so.
Listening to individual cane sounds as they swish through the air is exciting. I love the mind and body reactions I get from caning individuals - soft to hard and everything in between. And the many variations of rhythm. The big canes are very erotic and thuddy - enjoyably painful; while the thin ones are whipping and deliver a pain filled with both love and fear.
I cum very easily from caning and love it when I can make others do the same. I was lucky to have been trained to take the cane by an excellent old school caner, and to have had a sub with an incredibly high tolerance to hard, fast, skin tearing, blood trickling caning. I am training more to take the same.
I love S/m sessions to end with caning. Build the body up and leave the best pain for last, before the sensual touching and painful scratching subsides the session. Once I pull the cane out a whole new energy bounds into a session. The air seems to thrill to my excitement as I listen to, watch and feel my canes performing the job they were created for. If I had not been previously aroused I sure am in that moment. I feel so much closer to my victim and it is as if the canes sing to me. Cane, body, mind and energy meld in the moment.
Did I mention I enjoy cane?