Being a Toy Boy: 4.) Playing with her toys

Here I took some photographs what women do with their favorite toys every day.

My mistress loves playing with her toys. She is a researcher and is trying to figure out what to do to make me moan, whine, or scream the loudest… and of course when to ejaculate.

I lie stark naked on my back. She likes to tie me up and blindfold me. More or less clothed she leans over me or sits on my legs, my belly or my face to get better access to her toys so she can exert more and controlled strength.

She grasps the shaft of my penis with one hand, then with both.
Sometimes her grip is tender, sometimes like a vice.
Sometimes she moves her hands up and down slowly, sometimes as quickly as possible.

She grabs my balls, explores them, squeezes them, squeezes harder, squeezes even harder…

Sometimes she caresses the tip of my glans, sometimes she squeezes my ureter with her thumb so that I can’t cum.

Excerpt from my book “Lambs Loving Wolves”

C. Dead flesh

6. Manuela
   The bastard kicked the bucket. Already my third in the last two years. Maybe I should reduce my consumption a little.
   
   Now I have to look for a new one. These bastards are always making work. But I need them to survive. Their pain, screaming, begging, crying, wailing and suffering are my daily bread.
   
   Hopefully the new one won’t go belly up so early again. Maybe I should look for a sturdier one this time. A weightlifter or a wrestler, for example. Just a pretty toy object.
   
7. Eric
   My students can’t understand that at 34 I’m still a bachelor. What’s worse is that I want to stay that way. But I don’t seem to be that unattractive after all. Apparently I have a pretty face, they tell me, and they like my dark blonde hair. I think I’m quite attractive… at least as long as my little tummy doesn’t turn into a real beer belly.
   
   Things got embarrassing at school today:
   “Are you married?” “No.”
   “Do you have a girlfriend?” “No.”
   “But you’ve probably already had some.” “Neither”.
   “Why not? Don’t you want any? Are you gay?” “Of course not.”
   “But your hormones… how do you do that… you have to be masturbating all the time.” “D… d… you’re crazy.”
   At this point I’m getting into a scrape.
   
   I can’t tell this cheeky student, Marion, that I masturbate at least twice a day for half an hour. In the morning when I wake up and in the evening before I go to sleep. Sometimes during the day too.
   And that I have images in my head … of sex … with her, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, … with other students, … with blind dates, … with fat women, … recently even with men.
   More and more explicit, more and more harsh, more and more extreme.
   I’m embarrassed.
   Maybe I shouldn’t watch porn anymore.