Ok, Ok, We'll Spill

Truth is, we made a pact with Mischief. He and Estra showed us (and the world) theirs, now Boy and I will have to pony up and show them (and the world) ours.
So here is ALMOST all of our toys:

You'll notice, first off, how much of the picture is taken up by rope. And cable. And hardware. Take particular notice of the large item made out of iron that is nestled between the three big coils of natural hemp and the smaller coil of red hemp. Notice our ring and swivel (not connected, sadly) within the circle of cable.
All of the leather stuff in the bottom right corner comes from when we were first getting in to this stuff and hadn't quite realized how much we like rope. Well, almost all of it: there is a small nylon cat collar and a bigger nylon dog collar that are from when we discovered how much we each like to give up on being human sometimes. And the simple strip-and-D-ring restraints we won in a kinky bingo game. But the small padded leather restraints Boy bought before we were a couple, before he was my Play Partner, before we were doing anything but giving each other mindblowing oral sex. They are from when kink was merely a twinkle in my wonderful lover's eye.
Note also the lovely soft leather flogger with the blue handle: it was Boy's present to himself last holiday season, at the very last Fetish Flea in Boston and our very first kinky event together. It has brought us much joy.
And similarly, note the sparkly silver cock that is our very newest acquisition. It is a Leo (a shout-out here to Goose&Gander who's review of it pointed us in the right direction), a more-or-less replacement for the red cock next to it. We decided that the bend at the end was simply too limiting (it makes it difficult to be rough at all, and it is almost impossible to fellate, much to Boy's dismay). I thought I didn't like the sparkly silver when I bought it (which is another story in itself, and I will tell if you ask nicely) at this years Flea. But it was the only one Miko had, and it was twenty dollars cheaper than I'd found it anywhere online, so I went with it. And it turns out that I LOVE the fact that my big, thick cock is sparkly. I almost never indulge in sparkles, and somehow this is just the right arena for me to add a bit of pizazz to my life. Don't ask my why, it just makes me happy.
And it makes Boy happy, too. Oh, does it make Boy happy.
And finally, a little plug for craftsmanship and do-it-your-self-ing: The red leather harness next to both cocks was made for me by Boy, as was the slim leather collar with the simple D-ring. Boy made the two white-handled rope floggers (they match the ones we gave to Mischief, in his photo) and I made the two nearly invisible black-handled ones. A decent portion of our rope Boy bought raw and conditioned himself (the rest of course is courtesy of the wonderful Twisted Monk). Boy also made the small leather slapper and the collection of evil sticks that are in the same vicinity. And many of our more artistic and beautiful home-made items sadly did not make it in to this photo, so there will be upcoming pictures of all those things that MIA in this one.
Like Boy. He's pretty important... I can't think how we managed to miss him.
Our toys have come from acknowledged kink vendors like Monk, from boating stores and hardware stores and steel yards and leather stores and airline flights and barns. We've perverted more poor innocent little objects than I care to think about, and spent FAR more money than I care to think about (especially if you count my corsets and boots and such, also not pictured here).
It gratifies me that we play regularly with pretty much everything we've ever spent money on, and haven't really abandoned the things we made ourselves, either. And yet it baffles me when I think how often our play, these days, is as simple as a bit of rope and a whole lot of beating on each other with nothing more complicated than our own two fists.
Or feet.
Or nails.
Or teeth.
Or elbows.