The Cat-O-Nine-Tails is a specific kind of whip for S&M play. The name is usually shortened to ‘the cat’ and is a multi-tailed whip that was originally designed as an implement for severe physical punishment. It is made up of nine knotted thongs of cotton cord, about two and a half feet or seventy-six centimeters long designed to lacerate the skin. In BDSM it’s a prop also meant for punishment that the dom or ‘top’ can use on the sub or ‘bottom’.
There are plenty of props one can use in BDSM play. The cat can play a significant role because it’s an easy and quick way to keep your bottom in line. You can tease them with it by brushing their legs, the insides of their thighs, or their nipples with the leather strings so that they know what’s coming (this is especially effective if they’ve been blindfolded). You can keep several of them hidden around the house for the moment when you want to start getting into role. The cat also serves as a nice transition into BDSM play. If you haven’t done a lot of play, you can start with something like the cat as an easy and relatively non-threatening beginner prop. Along with wrist and/or ankle restraints, the cat doesn’t seem too freaky and you can take it as far as you want to go.
Personally, I just use the riding crop I’ve had for the last twenty years, since I used to ride English.
1. I invited my date back to my house. She let me blindfold her before we got to the front door, so she had no idea what she was getting into. We tiptoed past my deaf dog that was asleep on the floor outside my parent’s room. I led her upstairs to the attic where I took all my ‘slaves’. Of course, she didn’t know what she was there for yet. I laid her on the bed face down and told her to hold still. I pulled off her clothes and left her blindfolded on the bed. She smiled. Perhaps she did know after all. I attached restraints to her ankles and wrists. I clipped the restraints to the chains attached to my bed frame. Then I pulled out my favourite prop, my cat-o-nine-tails. I started running the leather over her muscular legs, her firm tight buttocks, her slender back. She giggled. Shut the fuck up. I whispered between gritted teeth. I smacked the cat down on the inside of her right thigh. She winced but kept her mouth shut. That’s a good girl.
2. The last time I brought out the ol’ cat-o-nine-tails, I was at my cousins wedding shower. I was so bored I considered shooting myself in the face, but I decided instead to grab a bottle of wine and excuse myself to the rest room where I beat myself into a state of near unconsciousness while downing the red and wondering why Ben never asked me to marry him. I made it back downstairs just in time for charades.
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