We Never Stop Playing With Toys!

We Never Stop Playing With Toys!

----- Sometimes I'm Just a Pleasure Toy!

This story contains sexual activities and situations between consenting adults. All characters are above the age of eighteen. Any similarity to any individual, living or deceased, or location is coincidental and unintended.

What's certain? For one, I'm a sex toy! Two, a sexual object that is primarily used to facilitate pleasure. Three, I'm a kinky and naughty toy. Four, I'm allowed to play with other toys. I'm not just any toy.

I have been called a play toy, or a toy slut, or a sissy toy, or even a boy toy. There are many variations of me, the toy. I am a consensual creature who submits to sexual exploitation. I serve and service. I am a genuine sex toy or fuck toy... or just a toy for short. So, most people just call me Toy.

Toy is a sex object, and sometimes Toy is put back into her playbox. Sometimes Toy is not. But not all boys and girls stash their toys away each time. And a Man or Woman can take out their toys wherever and whenever they desire. Playing with your Toy is always consensual. Think of me as your fantasy toy.

From the beginning, we are taught to play with our toys, share our toys, and play nice with others. As a Toy, I also have add-on parts. Those parts come in many shapes and sizes. Sometimes the parts move; sometimes they are lockable; sometimes they vibrate; sometimes they buzz; sometimes they fit snugly.

Some of the toys are intended for boys, some for girls, and others are gender-neutral. I remember playing with girlie toys, especially those cute dolls that you could dress. As I aged, I became one of those cute little dolls.

We play with toys throughout our lives and learn to share our toys. We never outgrow our toys or our love to play games. Toys are for all ages. But not every toy is for everyone. I am strictly an adult toy.

Our toys come in many other variations. There are action toys, mechanical toys, and electronic toys. Some are puzzles, dolls, fluffy ones, or even round or oblong objects used to play. Some toys are played with indoors, while others are played with outdoors. Some are balls, sticks, or other types of objects. Some toys are lost, stolen, or given away. Almost all toys are purchased, and some are sold repeatedly. Some toys get broken and repaired. Some are not; others are discarded.

Sometimes we give our toys names; cute names, funny names, or just names that hold special meaning. Sometimes toys become our identity, and sometimes we just become toys. That's the case with me.

This is a story about how this Toy consensually plays. And how others have used this Toy. This story wasn't originally written to be a two-parter, but I struggled with the ending. I know how this night actually ended. And I have written an ending, the true ending.... embellished but true. But... in this fantasy world, the ending could have taken several other paths.

So, at the end, I have proposed several possible scenarios. So you, the reader, can choose your own ending. I want the readers to guide me. So, my question is, "How do you want it to end?" You may have a different twist, and I am more than willing to listen. Just leave your ideas in the comments. I will select an option and finish the story as a sequel, or maybe even multiple sequels, each at least 750 words.

The payoff is at the end. Thanks for reading this far! It's a slow build, so stay with me. From this point forward, this story will be told in the first person from Toy's viewpoint.

Party Time Tonight

My cell phone chimed. It was a text from Thomas that read, 'Toy, there will be seven players tonight: Five regulars, two new. Just you and Morgan tonight. Antonio has the night off. Be here at seven. Tribute as usual. Ciao! Thomas.'

Thomas and his wife, Erika, hold lavish private parties at their mansion south of Annapolis on the Chesapeake Bay. Their parties have a reputation for being a little spicy, maybe even a little kinky. Thomas holds a poker night once a month, and these parties are definitely naughty. The players are predominantly male, although occasionally a female sits in. The guest list is private, confidential, and it's invite-only. The players typically are Thomas' friends, clients, and customers. Some are nameless, and others I know pretty well. The players are there for more than just a night of poker. It's more of a night of debauchery that can last well past midnight.

It's more than a high-stakes poker night.

My role with Morgan tonight will be to serve. Food and drinks, of course, but we're also expected to provide entertainment and amenities that bring pleasure to Thomas' guests. That's where the naughty part comes in. Morgan and I aren't just glorified servers; we are not limited to serving just food and drinks. We offer consensual sexual favors to the invited guests.

One might call us sluts, and a slut is just a woman with the morals of a man. So we fit right into this night of pleasure. And I can identify with that, as I am a trans woman who is sexually promiscuous with a lack of morals. Yes, I am a chick with a dick. So, using that analogy, simply put, I have no morals. I am merely a sex toy, hence my nickname, Toy!

I have the day off, and this morning I have a few errands to run. As I drive around town, I'm feeling a little anxiety creep in. I'm excited about tonight, but occasionally, I shake at the thought of being shared. Maybe it's just performance jitters, and when it happens, I remind myself I'm just a decoration and a stress relief tonight. I am there for the pleasure of others.

To calm myself, I relaxed by the secluded pool in the afternoon. I was bare-assed, since I needed to deepen my all-over tan. My entire body was bronzed with a slight hint of whiteness. A little nap will also help.

Boys Make The Best Girls

First, a little bit more about me. I am every straight man's fantasy. I'm almost a total girl and love being treated to all the girly, feminine beauty stuff. I sport a little bit extra in my panties.

Yesterday I had a Spa Day; Devin did my nails. I selected a classic minimalist white design for both my toes and fingers. It's versatile, and oh-so-chic. Then Courtney did my hair, adding extensions and transforming me from a former boy who wore girly things into a girl with lovely, flowing locks. Skye gave me a full massage. Yes, there was a happy ending.

I am already unique in many ways. I am small in stature at 5'8" - for a male; very athletic, and I have always enjoyed keeping my body toned and in shape. I try to keep my body weight below 150 pounds. And I have great legs, and on the plus side, my round, perky booty has always been one of my greatest assets.

Cosmetic surgery has almost completed my girly appearance. Minor surgeries have included the hairline technique to reverse the effects of a receding hairline and forehead contouring. An eyebrow lift has given me a more feminine appearance. My chin has also been reshaped, which helps with my facial profile. Good genetics meant I didn't need any minor surgery on my nose, cheeks, or jawline.

Every girl loves the natural look, but not me. Getting implants wasn't a difficult decision. Getting the right size was. I opted for fullness and proportion, noticeable yet natural. My Doc and I agreed that my body type was best suited for 375cc implants, or slightly smaller than a D cup bra size. My new boobs feel so amazing.

I'm non-op for a reason. I regularly take the blue pill to help with my erections and functionality. I love cock play. Some trans girls like me have issues. Not me; I love her. Yes, I call my cock her.

Time to Get Ready

A quick shower and my make-up were next on the list, and I am getting pretty good at this make-up thing. Sexy and seductive was my theme for tonight.

Tonight, Morgan and I had agreed to dress in contrast. She will be dressed in pure white, and I will be in sultry black. I added a lacy garter and stocking set with a black lacy G-string, then rolled a pair of silky, sheer, shiny-finish stockings up my smooth legs. To this day, when I attach the stockings to the clasps on the garter, my cock always becomes semi-aroused. I still get tingling sensations throughout my entire body.

I chose a mid-bust black lace bustier, which encases my girls, with the built-in bra cups that push up and outline my bust to show off my cleavage. It's so feminine to wear a bustier when you finally have breasts. When I put on lingerie, I turn into a cock thirsty slut, and lingerie is not just clothing. It's a celebration of who I am.

Tonight, a Black tuxedo jacket and slingbacks completed my ensemble. The coat barely reached mid-thigh, covering only the crease of my booty, exposing the top lace of my stockings. I elected not to wear a shirt or a skirt.

I did a quick twirl in front of the floor-length mirror. I was running late; I stuffed my purse with lip gloss, a brush, a few Jacksons and Grants, my cell phone, and a black chastity cage. Then hurried out to my SUV with my overnight bag. It was a short drive to Thomas and Erika's mansion on the Bay.

I arrived straight up at seven. So did Morgan. And she's all woman, dressed in pure white from head to toe. If I didn't know better, she looked like a stunning, slutty bride.

Morgan spoke first, "Toy, you are stunning!"

I replied, "So are you, Morgan! You look like a virgin bride on her wedding night." Giggling, I added, "But we both know better!" Morgan and I have been bed partners and have shared more than one partner.

On the way to the front door, we kissed, lip gloss to lip gloss. Not passionate, but two friendly sluts who had partygoers to pleasure tonight.

It's Almost Poker Party Time

We met with Thomas. The bar was already stocked with plenty of local beer and IPAs for the beer drinkers. Even without Antonio tonight, Morgan and I could handle any cocktail request. One of Thomas' restaurants provided pub food tonight. Mostly cold sandwiches, but some sides might need warming up. The players were not here for the food anyway.

The green felt-covered poker table sat in the middle of the game room. On the side, a cozy conversation area with several high-back chairs.

Poker, camaraderie, and debauchery are tonight's key pleasures, and Morgan and I bring the wickedness. Our roles are simple: we talk and flirt with the players; we expose our bodies as much as possible; and first and foremost, we are sex objects. We are decorations and stress-relief toys. Tonight will be very rewarding for Morgan and me. The poker stakes are high, and Thomas makes sure we share in the winnings.

All male players tonight, no women. Even Erika is out of town. Tonight's players are Joshua, Evan, Easton, Owen, Ted, Jack, Luke, and Thomas. Easton and Joshua are new additions; the rest are regulars. No last names. They arrived mainly one by one, except Easton and Joshua, who came together. The cocktails were flowing freely, nothing fancy. A few guys opted for beers. Before they started, a few guys munched on the cold sandwiches.

I was introduced as Toy, and Morgan as Beauty. Apparently, she's going incognito tonight, too. The guys smiled a lot, and more than a few patted our bums. Jack's hand lingered on my bare cheeks. He loves and desperately wants my booty, but he's never been a big winner. I've only sucked his cock. I see that Beauty is garnering attention, too. We don't compete; we share.

Let The Games Begin

Most poker nights are Dealer's Choice. Every so often, they play 'Texas 'em!' but from the gist of the conversation, tonight will be Dealer's Choice; all the regular games are on the table - so to speak - Draw, Stud, Omaha, Follow The Queen, and a few other variations with different wild cards. Thomas reviewed all of the House Rules at the start of the evening.

At the monthly poker nights, Owen, Ted, and Evan have been big winners recently. Thomas, as the Host, is cagey and always seems to break even. Luke and Jack rarely win. I think Jack just plays to get his cock sucked once a month. Early on tonight, Joshua has won a few pots. Not big money yet. Mine and Beauty's services are compensated for our time and services tonight through a share of each pot's winnings. So, all night long, we root for large pots. Tips are also encouraged.

The conversation was always centered on sports, whatever sport was in season. Betting on sports was always a big topic. Most guys were either golfers, boaters, or both. Almost nothing was taboo. They didn't talk business, but knowing Thomas, all the guys had money or access to lots of cash.

Joshua's early winning streak soon subsided, so he took a break. Owen and Ted seemed to have larger piles of chips stacked in front of them. And Jack, as usual, was dipping into his wallet once again.

Joshua, a hunky, handsome man, sat in one of the high-back chairs. Beauty sat on one of the arms, ostensibly to take a drink order. Joshua's fingers toyed with the lace top of her white stockings. Beauty stood; so did Joshua. He followed her into an adjacent room. Score the first one for Beauty.

In no time, Joshua emerged from the room. He was adjusting his trousers, saw me watching, and smiled. He went straight for his seat at the Poker Table. He was refreshed and ready to win some more money. Beauty is indeed a terrific cocksucker, and tonight time is money.

Just as Beauty returned to the game room, a roar erupted from the table. Owen bellowed, "Three eights does not beat three Queens!" He tossed his cards into the middle of the table, pulling the chips in the pots back towards him.

Then Jack shouted, "Damn, I need a break!" He pushed himself away from the table, stood, and saw me smiling. I smiled back.

I reached out for his hand. "Jack, let Toy help you with your tension!" I led him to the unoccupied side room.

Score One For The Toy

As soon as we were inside, I led Jack to the sofa. Smirking to myself, this was déjà vu for Jack. Once Jack was comfortable, I dropped to my knees before him, secured my shoulder-length hair in a ponytail, and added, "Now take your pants off!"

He hurriedly pulled his pants and underwear down at the same time. His stiff cock flopped out into my face. I pulled his trousers off, tossing the pants and undies on the floor beside me. He instinctively spread his legs wide. I said simply, "Jack, your cock looks delightful." And it did. Jack does sport a nice, circumcised cock with a pronounced helmet.

I pushed my way in further, softly grasping his stiff, throbbing cock with both hands. No time for foreplay; I just wanted his hard cock in my mouth. You know my mantra: time is money tonight. I moan and whimper as my tongue twirls around his chiseled helmet. Moaning, he pushed his body back into the sofa cushion. He sounds pleased.

As I lick and suck his manhood, I maintain eye contact. Every man wants you to look directly into their eyes as you pleasure them. I want Jack to know I am loving his cock in my mouth. I love sucking cock. I enjoy the taste of semen and the feeling of cock in my mouth. I want to show that to Jack, no matter how many times I have sucked him off.

My lips wrap around the head of his cock, and I slowly slide my mouth down his thin shaft. I pull back and dip my head again. I see Jack's eyes roll. He moans. Each time my head goes down, I take more of Jack's cock into my mouth. I taste more pre-cum. Jack pushes the back of my head, forcing me to take more of him. I gag but quickly open my throat as Jack fucks my face. I gag again. Jack's fully aroused cock is filling my mouth. My left palm is squeezing the base of his cock.

Jack eases his grasp on my head, and I move my fingers higher, wrapping my lips around his cockhead; I then slowly descend his shaft. My lips reach my pointer finger. I am in total control of his manhood. Using my fingers as a guide, my mouth inches further down his shaft. With my right hand, I caress Jack's balls. His moans become more frequent.

There was more of the slick fluid that helped me ease my mouth down his pole.

The Game's Over For Jack

I sensed that Jack was close to cumming. I bobbed my head up and down a few more times. His cockhead and shaft filled my mouth. Jack's lower body was shaking. His cock was pulsating in my mouth. I eased my lips halfway down his shaft. I abruptly released my grasp on his shaft. Instantly, I felt the surge of his load.

I was prepared; I let the fluid pour down my throat. The second spurt surprised me; it lay pooled inside my mouth. Jack quietly screamed; his body was tense and shaking. Jack coated my tongue, teeth, and the roof of my mouth. I savored the taste, swallowing as much of his thick liquid as possible. His cream spilled over my lip; I quickly pushed the drool back into my mouth with one finger. I needed all of his cream in my stomach.

Removing my hands from his cock I firmly grabbed his thighs, digging my nails in to hold on. His throbbing cock was still in my mouth. I felt his body starting to relax. As he relaxed, he opened his eyes and smiled.

He looked satisfied. I accomplished the task at hand. I am pleased.

Jack stared directly into my eyes. "Toy, I want to fuck your booty!"

Smiling, I replied, "Jack, you know the House Rules! You have to win to take home this Toy!"

He added, "Someday!" Then repeated, "Someday!" He stood, gathered his undies and trousers, and left me sitting on the floor.

I freshened up and returned to the Game room. I saw that Jack's seat at the table was empty. Apparently, he had left. Beauty discreetly handed me a folded Grant, which I stuffed into my bustier cleavage for now.

The Adjacent Room Was Never Empty

If it wasn't me, it was Beauty. One of the remaining players always seems to want to take a break. Ted and Beauty spent some time away from the game room. Ted's a little older and one of the poker night regulars. Ted has a nice cock with girth. He's not huge, but it's very satisfying to suck his cock. And he truly likes Beauty sucking his cock. When Ted wins, he says he has a hard time deciding who he wants that night. One night, he took both of us. Thomas' mansion has many rooms and can accommodate anyone who wants to stay overnight. Thomas encourages anyone who wants to stay.

Ditto for Evan. Another poker night regular. In the past, he's been the big winner. Tonight, his luck wasn't good. We slipped into the adjacent room. He was a bit tense tonight and ejaculated very quickly. I love sucking Evan, but tonight he was promptly done.

Luke was soon tapped out tonight. He sat in one of the high-back chairs. Easton promptly joined him. They talked for quite some time. I have enjoyed Luke's cock in the past, but tonight he seemed genuinely interested in Easton. Luke abruptly stood, returned to the table, and bent down to whisper into Thomas' ear. Thomas nodded, and Luke waved to Easton. Easton stood, and Luke and Easton grabbed a few cold beers and left together.

Beauty smirked at me and shrugged. I did the same. Under my breath, I remarked, "There is nothing in the House Rules that prohibits Luke and Easton from leaving the game room together!"

Beauty replied, "Equal opportunity sexual partners. At least they are not sharing any winnings."

Time to Play On!

Owen, Thomas, Joshua, Evan, and Ted were the only players left at the table. Joshua and Evan's chip stacks were small compared to Owen, Thomas, and Ted's. Soon, Joshua and Evan were tapped out. That left three.

Joshua quickly tried to cajole Beauty into leaving with him. She reminded him of the House Rules. He reluctantly nodded that he understood. He discreetly handed Beauty his business card. Before he speedily left the game room, he thanked Thomas for the invitation. He waved goodnight to the rest of us.

Evan embraced Beauty and me. He whispered in my ear, "Another night, Toy!" Unbeknownst to him, I overheard him whisper the same thing to Beauty. Evan's a player, and both Beauty and I know that. He also thinks he's a great lover; he's not.

Ted, Owen, and Thomas play to the end. Owen's stack of chips is overflowing. Both Ted's and Thomas' stacks are similar. Ted looked at Owen and then Thomas and said, "Gents, I've had enough. Owen, tonight is your night!" He glanced at Thomas and added. "I'm ready to cash out."

An oversized tip jar sat at the end of the table, and he tossed a few black and purple chips into the jar. Thomas did the same. Owen, being the big winner, added four yellow chips. The tip jar already had lots of greens, blues, blacks, and a few purples. Beauty and I did exceptionally well tonight.

Thomas cashed out himself, as did both Owen and Ted. He did the same for Beauty and me. Ted said his goodnights and swiftly left the game room.

Owen looked directly at me. "Toy, let's go play some games upstairs in private."

I replied, "Absolutely, Owen!"

Thomas looked around the room. Beauty and I had kept the place tidy. " Nina will clean up in the morning!" Thomas extended his hand to Beauty and said, "Beauty, do you want to join me? Erika is out of town!" Thomas led Beauty, err, Morgan upstairs to his boudoir. I know Morgan has been there before. As have I.

"Absolutely, Thomas, and, chuckling, you can call me Morgan!" The four of us giggled. Another time, I will ask Morgan why she used the name Beauty tonight. Perhaps she suspects something about the two new guys.

And the Winner Is?

Suddenly, I was alone in the Game room with Owen! I had been alone with him before, but tonight was different. He had not touched my body all night. Owen, at the previous poker nights, had always, at minimum, caressed my booty. And, more than once in one of the private rooms, I had enjoyed his cock and cream. On nights he had 'won' me, his gorgeous cock penetrated my booty more than once.

Owen motioned for me to stand perfectly still. I did as I was told, with a hand motion for me to turn. I did as I was told. He had not spoken yet. I began to quiver. Usually, by now, my cock was semi-aroused and poking out of my panties, but tonight my dick had shriveled in my G-string. The unknown was exciting, but a little scary at the same time.

He was silent as he paced back and forth. I stood perfectly still. I followed Owen's pacing only with my eyes.

Owen stopped in front of me. I looked away and lowered my head. He gently touched my chin with one finger and lifted my head upwards. Finally, he spoke.

"Toy, I love your spunk, your confidence, your wildness, and of course your naughtiness." Owen stared into my eyes. My eyes were fixed on his. We stood in silence once again.

"But tonight, I want something different. I love playing with toys, and I never intend to break my toys, but tonight, Toy, I will take you to the edge and back. I will not hurt your mind or your body." He paused, then quickly added, " Do you agree to play tonight's game, Toy?"

I did not immediately answer. Instead, my body trembled slightly, enough for Owen to notice. Owen spoke, "Toy, I need an answer." Owen's fingers softly caressed my cheek. He said, "Toy, tonight will be exciting for both of us!"

With that assurance, I spoke for the first time since Thomas and Morgan had left the room, "Yes, Owen! I agree!"

Owen placed one finger on my lips and said, "Tonight, Toy, call me Master! I will not tell you again. "

I have become a toy object that is primarily used to facilitate pleasure for others.

The Toy's Time to Please

I nodded, adding, "Yes, Master!" I was slouching slightly.

Master spoke, "Stand up straight, Toy!"

As I stood straighter, "Yes, Master!" was my reply. I placed my hands on my hips, one foot forward in a model's pose.

Owen, Master, circled me, stopping in front. He quickly unbuttoned the Tuxedo jacket and tossed it into one of the chairs. Owen gently pushed my shoulders back. "That's perfect, Toy."

Owen set a small travel bag on the Poker table. He removed several items from the bag and swiftly turned around, holding a small case that resembled a jewelry box.

The blue case had a brand inscription, but I couldn't read it. He opened the case in front of me, and my eyes bulged as I gasped. Inside was a cultured pearl single-strand necklace. It was gorgeous.

Owen remarked, "Toy, this is my gift to you. Owen stepped behind me and draped the necklace around my neck.

I ran my fingers all over the surface, remarking, "Owen, I can't accept this necklace. It's far too expensive!"

"Toy, remember to address me as Master tonight! The necklace is a gift, not a sign of anything more. Toy, I do not want to own you, so please accept it as a gift!" He smiled, adding, "Tonight I will not take a no for an answer."

I tried to speak, "But, but, but..." Owen quickly placed his finger to my lips! I stopped talking. Just as swiftly, he attached an extra-long diamond-studded leash to my necklace and gently tugged it to get my undivided attention. And it did.

"Toy, you are under my control tonight. You will do as I say. Do you understand?"

Owen's voice was stern and demanding. I was quivering. At that moment, I felt very vulnerable. I was unsure which direction Owen and I were headed.

Owen had more surprises. On the table was a white silicone chastity cage. He knelt before me and pulled my G-string down my thighs, letting it drop around my ankles. He squeezed my cock, then softly and rapidly secured the ring and shaft to my cock. He locked the cage and tossed the keys on the poker table.

He rose and held my chin, squeezing it slightly. Owen spoke softly, "Tonight, Toy, you are my little sissy bitch. Tonight, the pleasure is all mine. Tonight, I own your mind and body; do as I please. I am not interested in servitude, just my pleasure. " He paused as his other hand squeezed my encased sissy clit. " I yelped at his touch.

"Do you understand, Toy?" I nodded, but Owen gripped my shaft and squeezed harder. "Speak, sissy bitch! I want to hear you say it."

My knees felt weak. I could feel a different sensation in my core, in my stomach. His intense eyes stared into mine. Trembling, I spoke, "Owen,...." But before I could finish, he squeezed my sissy clit even tighter.

"Sissy, what did I tell you earlier?"

I caught my breath and spoke, "Yes, Master, it is for your pleasure and only for your pleasure!" Master loosened his grip but swiftly tugged on the dangling leash around my collared necklace.

"On your knees bitch! Follow me! On all fours, sissy!"

"Yes, Master!"

Master tugged slightly, leading me out of the game room up the stairway to the first floor, then immediately up the second stairway to the second floor. At the top of the steps, we entered the first bedroom.

I overheard screams of joy coming from Thomas' bedroom. It was a Morgan. I thought to myself. That lucky bitch!

I Was Quickly On My Knees

Once inside the room, Master instructed me to rise and kneel before HIM. Three oversized black silk scarves with pink polka dots were on the bed. Using one, he blindfolded me, and with a second one, he loosely tied each wrist. I could use my hands and fingers, but the scarf's length restricted me. The room fell silent, then I heard a faint rustling, followed by a thud. Something soft was touching my knees.

I felt the warmth of his body against my face. I had sucked Owen's cock before, but at this moment, the anticipation was scary at first, but it all went away when his cock touched my tongue. In fact, it was lovely, especially when his cock grew so hard in my mouth! Owen's cock is the perfect size for me: not huge, with good length and girth, shaved and circumcised cock, which I prefer.

I was able to grasp his shaft as my tongue twirled the tip of his oversized cockhead, tracing the neat ridge of his helmet. I twirled my tongue around the circumcised head. Using his pre-cum then, I kissed and slurped my way down his semi-aroused shaft. Owen sure was tasty.

Owen softly moaned, remarked, "Toy, you do know how to please a cock with that mouth of yours!"

Now, with my fingers, I mindlessly stretched my hand out, pulling him towards me. I stroked his cock with both hands. His cock is wet and slippery. My hands engulfed him, and I slurped his pre-cum into my mouth and onto my fingers. I slowly placed a hand at the base of his shaft, gripping him with just enough pressure to keep Owen from prematurely ejaculating. I used his juices to enable my lips to slide up and down each side of his swollen shaft.

My body was now tense. And my caged sissy clit was aching with desperation, pushing against the cage's restraints.

Owen was breathing heavily now. Holding his cock with one hand, I slid one down the base of his shaft to tenderly squeeze each ball. My tongue followed my fingers down his shaft to his balls, to gently suck each one separately, covering his ball sack with my juices. Owen whimpered... I was momentarily in control.

I guided my mouth consciously up his shaft, arriving at the tip of his cockhead, and seductively twirled my tongue around his circumcised helmet. His whimpers turned to heavier moans. Owen was on the edge, so I slowed myself down, taking several deep breaths to calm myself. I used the palm of my hand to squeeze the base of Owen's shaft tighter. That calmed him. My sissy clit was still pressing against the restraints of my cage. I was trying to control my lower body.

Twirling my tongue on the tip, I nibbled on the head, then slowly inched my open mouth down his shaft. I did not gag.

With my gooey right hand, I fingered Owen's puckered butthole. He gasped as I pushed one, then two fingers inside him. His gasps became louder as each finger entered his butthole. I moved my fingers deeper inside his butthole. I was trying to reach his P-spot. It was elusive.

I immediately released my tight pressure from the base of his cock. My eyes were just tight. I was savoring this moment. Owen spurted his cream inside my mouth, and I sucked his pent-up juices thoroughly. Owen screamed, "Oh yes!" I lost count of Owen's screams. His ejaculation was a slow, long stream of juices. I tried to swallow all of Owen's cream. His load was heavy, and I could feel it dripping out the side of my mouth.

His cock was throbbing inside my mouth, so keeping my steadiness on my knees was not easy. Being blindfolded gave me no sense of stability. Owen guided me to my feet and pulled my face into his. We kissed. I pressed my body into his. He cupped my bare booty with both hands.

Owen whispered, "Toy, you need to give cock sucking lessons. No one is better."

I replied, "Yes, Master! I want your cock inside me." I was trembling. I know that I am a pleasure toy. But giving pleasure also has its rewards. Master's cock inside was one of those rewards that I wanted tonight.

Master did not respond. Instead, I heard the bedroom door open and shut quickly. I sensed that I was now alone. The room was silent. The silence was a little intimidating. As I stood motionless, I sensed nothing unusual, but I didn't believe Master was done with me. I do not know how long I stood motionless.

I tried to size up my situation. The silk scarf still covered my eyes. My wrists are bound, but I can move... although limited. A leash is still dangling from my new choker necklace. I was still adorned in my bustier, and my boobies were overflowing the cups. My garter belt and stockings framed my sissy clit, encased by a white silicone chastity cage. I was standing alone in the middle of the room, but was I? Your mind plays tricks on you when you are blindfolded.

But I sensed something was indeed different. But what!

I spoke quietly, "Master, are you still here?" I paused and repeated, "Master, are you still here?" Again, there was no response.

I was vulnerable, and I began to shiver.

To be continued.

Nikki is commenting now: Tonight was intended to be another pleasurable evening for Toy. Or was it! Is she simply a sex toy to be used and enjoyed?

As I said at the beginning, I didn't originally write this story to be a two-parter, but I struggled with the ending. I know how this night actually ended. But... in the fantasy world, the ending could have taken several other paths.

Was it truly winner-take-all, or did Owen, aka Master, share his Toy with Thomas, aka the Host, or Morgan, aka Beauty, or did any of the other poker players return? Or did someone else show up at the Mansion on the Bay? Or why did Owen leave Toy vulnerable, standing alone, blindfolded?

Please leave your thoughts in the comments. I will select an option and finish the story as a sequel, or maybe even multiple sequels, each at least 750 words.

In case you are wondering, I purposely did not identify Toy. If you are a regular Nikki Madison reader, you might assume you can identify Toy, and your assumption might be correct... and it might not be!

But right now Toy is whomever you want Toy to be. The next Toy Story may lay it all out for you... Or it may not. This will not be the last story about Toy. There may even be more than one Toy.

We are always open to learning how you play with your Toy(s)! It might spark a story about Toy.

Also, in case you are wondering if poker chip colors are generally universal:

White = $1; Red = $5; Blue, Brown, or Orange = $10; Green = $25; Black = $100; Purple = $500; Yellow, or Gray = $1,000. Other color combinations for higher values.

Hopefully, you are familiar with the value of Franklins, Grants, Jacksons, Hamiltons, and Lincolns... USA paper currencies. If you are an exotic dancer, you dance for Washingtons on stage and for the minimum Jacksons privately. The Jeffersons are unique, and Susan B. Anthony's don't fit well in your G-string.

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