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Disclaimer: This story reaches well outside my own experience with relationship dynamics. If I get anything horrendously wrong, please let me know. I'd be happy to have a discussion on how to correct it.
Toys come in all shapes and sizes. A G.I. Joe action figure. A kitchen play set. A luxury yacht. A snowmobile. Different toys for different people, and for different kinds of pleasure. Toys for that more "private" type of pleasure are diverse as well, from a vibrating fingertip to a 10" long dildo to a complex automated fucking machine.
To a leggy, long-haired 5' 6" brunette.
I arrived at the cabin at around 9:30 AM, after a relaxing 45-minute drive. Far enough from the city to be out of the noise and bustle -- in fact the nearest neighbour was nearly half a mile away -- but still close enough that day trips like this were practical. Perhaps "cabin" isn't quite the right word. Despite being a relatively minimalist, temporary-use dwelling out in "the bush", it was large enough to be considered a house by most standards. But the layout was very cabin-like. Single story, divided into essentially four rooms. A small guest bathroom near the entrance, a large "great room" space, which was a combination of kitchen, dining room, and living room. Then through the large double-doors lay the Master Suite, which was a single large bedroom space almost a big as my first apartment with an attached bathroom that was nearly at the "spa" level of luxury. In addition, doors from both rooms opened onto a spacious patio with a fully-equipped summer kitchen. A beautiful place to enjoy the warm weather.
I walked slowly through the whole house, making sure everything was in place, and that nothing needed tending after being empty and untended for a few days. Bathroom was well stocked with soap, towels, paper products. Pillows on the king-size bed were nicely plumped and aligned. I opened the curtains to let in the sunlight, the windows to let the light breeze of fresh air pass through, and moved back to the main room. Kitchen was clean and stocked for several meals. I unpacked the fresh ingredients I had brought along and stashed them in the fridge for later. Opened more curtains and windows. Straightened the couch cushions, then took a closer look at the, shall we say, non-standard furniture. Among other things, a soft-padded inclined bench sat near the couch, its adjustable foot pads able to accomodate a variety of positions. A swing-like apparatus with foot stirrups hung from the ceiling; a complicated track system allowed it to be moved to nearly any spot in the room. I slid it over to hang near one end of the couch, opposite the bench. And finally, The Cart. Like a raised stool, more or less, maybe three feet high. Padded leather top moulded to a very specific shape for comfort. Convenient foot rests placed about halfway up. My body tingled at the sight of it, as always.
The clock chimed softly. 10:00. Time to get ready. Tend to bodily necessities, shower, dry and brush my hair. Slip on a light sundress in a lovely blue. Nothing underneath, that would be silly. Checking the time again, I grabbed one final item and headed back to the main room. Standing next to the kitchen island, I adopted a comfortable "waiting" posture, and lifted the item above my head, pulling my long hair through the looped strap before resting the blindfold an my forehead. Almost time.
I heard the crunch of gravel as a car pulled into the driveway. At last! I pulled the blindfold down onto my eyes, and the change was instantaneous. Gone was the energetic young woman in the pretty dress, with the bright smile and strong-willed personality. In her place stood...just another thing. An object to be used. A Toy in its packaging, waiting for its owner to play with it.
The door opened, and the owner entered the cabin. The Toy followed his movements by sound. Shoes off at the door. Keys on the hook. A moment to examine his Toy before moving off to the other room. Returning footsteps, then a brief clatter as he prepared a bowl of cereal for breakfast. A soft clack as the bowl was gently placed on the island. Another pause, then his hands touched Toy's shoulders. Thin straps were slid to the side, and the wrapping dropped to the floor. Clearly, he was eager to play with his Toy today.
Caster wheels on a hardwood floor. He was wheeling the cart into place.
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