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BDSM *** Devices | 7 Ways You Can Play at the Dungeon

BDSM *** is a fascinating world to explore. But where do you start? Writer Kayla Lords explores seven BDSM *** devices that you can find in a dungeon. 

 

The St. Andrew’s cross, a dungeon essential

One of the most common BDSM *** devices in a dungeon is the St. Andrew’s Cross. It’s a relatively simple piece of equipment - a giant X made out of wood. Some are covered in vinyl upholstery or other easy-to-clean fabric.

 

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Either O or D rings will be attached to each corner so that the submissive or bottom can be “secured” to it by their wrists and/or ankles. A St. Andrew's Cross is great for flogging, whipping, or simply putting a person on display. A dungeon essential.
 

The spanking bench

Other typical installations at the dungeon are spanking benches, which are often used as BDSM *** devices. A top or submissive can straddle the bench in a number of different ways. Not everyone uses the bench for spankings. Like the Cross, floggings, whippings, and other types of impact and sensation play can occur. As well as other sexual, orgasmic fun - if that’s what you and your partner are into (and if the dungeon allows it).

 

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The St. Andrew's Cross is one of the most common BDSM *** devices. Image: via Shutterstock.com

 

Sensory deprivation boxes or coffins

In my favourite club, we have a giant box that’s often used in mummification play. The sub or bottom is placed in the box and closed in. It’s dark, it’s quiet, and it can freak out the person who doesn’t like it (or is new to it) or quiet the mind of the person who enjoys the sensory deprivation. Either way, this is one of the BDSM *** devices that is used in both mind fuck play and physical play. Like all play, it needs to be consensual, and you need to know what you’re doing or have someone around who can help you.
 

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Massage table, not as innocent as it sounds!

In your dungeon, it might not be an old re-purposed massage table, but some other flat service. The purpose is the same, though; they make for excellent BDSM *** devices. A bottom or sub is flat on their stomach or back for whatever fun thing is about to happen. Wax play and fire play are two ways to use the table. Sensual massage, edging, ***d orgasms, and other sensation play are also good on the table. Again, before engaging in anything messy or sexual, check the rules.
 

The medical corner makes for torturous fun

A few medical charts, a partition, and a medical exam table, and you’ve got the makings of a good doctor/nurse or doctor/patient role play scene. Medical corners are also good for needle and *** play, enema play, and other medical fetishes, and make excellent BSDM *** devices. Sometimes, it’s just a perfect corner to bend a sassy sub over and spank their ass for not following “doctor’s orders” too.

 

Suspension bars - pretty standard BDSM *** devices

Suspension bars come in many forms. Sometimes it’s a full bar set-up (similar to a swingset minus the swings) that sits in the middle of the dungeon floor. Other times, it’s a couple of chains and a three-foot-long bar that’s hanging from the ceiling. Moreover, larger and sturdier suspension bars are suitable for rope suspension and other bondage rope play.
 

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My first experience with these types of BDSM *** devices was in a club with large floor space. A Dominant bound his submissive with rope and then suspended her from the bar. Her legs were bound open. He was able to spin her (while bound), and each time she came around, he smacked her pussy with his hand. It was hot!

But there is more! Another function is to hook a sub’s or bottom’s cuffs to a smaller bar so that their arms are over their head. This gives the Dominant or top full access to their partner from all sides. Again, sensation and impact play are good for this one as the Dom gets to come at the sub from any angle. It also makes it easier for multiple tops to join in.
 

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Cages

Misbehaving subs might get put inside one of these BDSM *** devices in a dungeon. For example, Furries may spend time in the cage. Sitting in the bondage cage until a top or Dom decides it’s time to come out can be this BDSM *** scene or the prelude to the scene. As with all the other stations, no couple or group should use it for too long but 30 minutes in a cage, being “ignored” or, alternately, taunted and gawked at, might be all someone needs to get their kink on.
 

Kayla Lords is a freelance writer, sex blogger, and a masochistic babygirl living the 24/7 D/s life.


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