📸TITLE IMAGE CREDIT: Jamie James
There’s a few reasons why someone might have a favourite piece of BDSM gear - maybe it’s about the ease of use, the look of it, or sentimentality. So, I’ve asked some of our committee members to tell us a little about their faves:
⋆⭒˚.⋆ Mia ⋆⭒˚.⋆
‘My favourite piece of gear is a beautiful wooden paddle in the shape of a boot print, purchased from SAX Fetish. I bought it the day before I delivered my step aside speech as Sydney Bootblack 2025, as a way to commemorate my title year’.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ Nel ⋆⭒˚.⋆
‘My favourite piece of gear is this incredible leather harness bra, handmade in NSW by legendary leather worker Nikki Goldspink, (PunKuture.com) makes me feel fucking fantastic. When I put it on the first time (and every time since) it just felt correct. It feels like the sexist armour I could ever have. And I'm thrilled to think this thing will outlive me, on the one hand I hope to hand it down to someone one day but I'll probably still be wearing it at 90; if I make it that far! And it will certainly have some tales to tell by then.
I brought this piece at one of Studio Kink’s buy, swap and sell events. It was love at first sight’.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ Libby ⋆⭒˚.⋆
‘My fave piece of equipment or toy will vary depending on what I'm in the mood for and who I'm playing with, but one of my most sentimental pieces is my first pair of leather cuffs.
Growing up in a country coastal town, the best 'kink' gear you could get was a pair of fluffy handcuffs from the local sex shop (helloooooooo nerve damage) so one visit to Sydney I got my courage up to visit Sax Fetish. I sniffed leather, drooled over shiny things and did a little happy dance as I walked away with several items, including these black leather buckle up cuffs. They have 'served' me well over the years and I will forever cherish them and the memories they hold’.
⋆⭒˚.⋆ Sweet Thing ⋆⭒˚.⋆
‘The blindfold is 100% my favourite piece of BDSM equipment, something that is accessible to all, because if you have a pair of knickers, you have a blindfold. Masks, hoods, bandannas, clothing, and of course, even underwear has been used to obscure my vision through play, which opens up the door to an entirely new sensory experience.
Picture this, kneeling at the end of your Dom’s bed, waiting patiently for the collar to go on, LED lights in sync to the pumping music, dressed in your prettiest gear, when in They walk, impossibly tall thigh high boots, black bodysuit covering bulging, golden muscles, shiny red epilates, ending in spikes, framing a look that could devour your soul. You have no choice but to look away, Their visage is like staring directly into the sun; radiant, blinding. A divine being, bent on destruction. In one swift motion, on goes the blindfold, and all goes black.
The visual becomes the physical, the dulling of the sight enhances the sound, the touch, the smell. All that internal thought and chatter dampens, as you become pure body, there for another's pleasure. Sometimes, in the heat of play, the blindfold might shift, giving you one glorious glance, a limb here, a posture there, before Mistress takes note and quickly repositions, and all is dark again. Nothing enhances the scene, puts me into sub space quicker, and brings about such euphoria quite like the humble blindfold’.
