I packed the big toy box with all the toys that were in the dungeon. There are more upstairs, and even more in the camper. We have a lot of toys. And this is after donating a lot of them to the local sex positive center. And we keep buying more. Not that that’s a problem. I just think we forget what we have. Maybe I need to go back to my inventory roots and make a list. I could take a picture of each item and give a description. Then I could make up a torture book. I’m joking but I bet that would be useful. We’d know how many six inch dildos we have and how thick they are. We’d know what kind of wood paddle X is made of.
When things calm down, (if they ever do) I may just do it. It would be good to know exactly what we have. I know there have been times I’ve wished we had a certain type of paddle only to find it months later in a drawer. It would save Lion money, too. He wouldn’t buy a paddle we already have. I don’t know that he’s done it, but I guess I’d find out if I made a list.
I found toys I didn’t even remember we had. I don’t know what it’s called but we have something we used as a ball crusher. I haven’t seen that in years. It was in a drawer in the dungeon. Out of sight, out of mind. I think that’s probably what happened to the toys under the bed. I packed them up to get them away from prying eyes and forgot about them myself.
I now have a new project. After we move and unpack, I’ll start on the torture book. Poor Lion. I’m going to rediscover so many useful things.