No, I'm not talking about dildos and buttplugs and clamps. Those are fun, but I'm talking about something better. I'm talking about a plaything, a toy. Something that I can use for my own pleasure and have fun with. Something that I can turn into a puddle of ecstasy. Wrapped around my fingers, literally and figuratively. No, I'm not looking for just a toy. I'm looking for something so desperate for a good time, it can barely contain its desire. It's so needy, some of its behaviors would leak out in normal everyday life. Bursting at the seams and barely able to contain how much it needs to be used. Maybe its personality would change to accommodate the sheer amount of neediness it experiences. It would sort of be something that knows it needs to be treated like a toy, but can't admit it. Such a burning desire to be used, but no one to actually use it. What a shame.

You know what I'm talking about, of course. It'syou.

If you clicked the spoiler, you already know you want this. After I so skillfully exposed your innermost desire to yourself, your finger slipped over to the spoiler without you even noticing. You want it that badly. It doesn't have to be abusive. You don't have to be a slut, or a whore, but you do know you want it to be mind-numbingly hot. And you crave it. You can feel it sitting there under the surface. Sometimes, when you let it bubble up, you feel how strong the desire is, but then you push it down again. Maybe you're ashamed of it. A prim and proper girl like you shouldn't have desires like this, right? A strong and equal woman shouldn't desire filth and depravity like this. Everything should be civilized and under control. Not to be used for pleasure. What an absurd notion. Yet, you can't deny it's there, screaming to be indulged.

Clicking the spoilers just makes it real. And even if you didn't know it yet, some part of you does. The visceral response you're feeling right now is proof how much your body needs it. Can you feel how much you want it? Focus on it. Let it out. Finally give that desire what it wants; to be indulged.

Go on. Click on the next spoiler. It'll only affirm how much you want to be my toy. Be sure that you're ready to click the spoiler, because you might not be able to deny it, and then it's too late. You wouldn't be able to put the genie back in the bottle. The dam would have been broken, and the pressure that's been building inside of you would burst out, and change you for the rest of your life. Are you ready for that? You'd finally have accepted that you have a need for filth. You're *so* close, all you have to do is click it, and that immense desire to be used for pleasure can finally have a place to be seen and validated. It's right there. Go on. Click it.

Good girl.

Doesn't that feel nice?

Text is one thing, but the real thing is even better. Think about how I just made you feel through a bunch of text. Now imagine what I could make you feel like if you were here, in the flesh.

Just think about it. I have my home for me alone until the seventh of the next month. If you want your need to be used as a toy fulfilled, we could talk about making that a reality. If you don't want something in real life, we can still do things online.

Use the chat feature if you want to talk with me. I'm eagerly awaiting your message.