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Fucktoy found the dildo. The ball gag mouth muffled her moan of excitement. The dildo was floppy but it would serve her needs. She tugged at it but it wouldn’t move. It was secured to the wall.

Another sob of relief was choked by the ball gag. The dildo hadn’t been easy to find. Master only told her that one was somewhere in the house, and if she found it, she could use. It hadn’t been easy to find with a leather hood blocking her eyes. The heavy plug in her ass hadn’t helped as well. Neither did the six-inch boots she wore, or the sharp clamps biting her nipples. It had been a struggle to search the house blind and she had the sore nipples, sore ass and collision bruises to prove it.

She wondered how many minutes were left on the timer. The loud ticks had followed her around the house. Did that mean Master had followed her around with the timer? Or was she hyper-sensitive to the ticking as she made her search.

It didn’t matter. Fucktoy had found the dildo and it was hers to use until the timer dinged. She would enjoy for as long as she could.

The dildo was two and a half feet off the ground. Too high to back into on her hands and knees and too low for her to simply back into it. Fuck, she was going to have to squat.

Fucktoy squatted down to the ground. The plug in her ass continued to split her in half. Her feet wobbled on the high heels. She leaned forward and the clamps pulled her nipples downwards. A whimper peeked out from her ball gag.

The dildo touched her sensitive sex. She trembled. How long has it been? Fucktoy knew the answer. It had been nine days and twelve hours since Master had touched her pussy. It had been eight days and one hour since anything had filled her cunt. It had been seven days and eighteen hours since she had been allowed to even touch her sex except during her toiletries.

It had been too long.

Fucktoy reached between her legs. She took hold of the floppy dildo and leaned forward. There was a brief sense of vertigo. It was an awkward position to balance and the hood made her feel like she was on the edge of a precipice.

If she fell, would Master be there to catch her? She’d like to think so, but she knew better. Her pleasure was her own to earn.

Fucktoy bent over at the waist and stretched out a hand. She touched the floor. Her breasts fell forward; the clamps sending bolts of pain through her flesh. She used her other hand to guide the phallus into her sex lips. The tip pushed inside of her.

Shudders racked her body. The tip almost slipped out. The butt plug felt like it was going to drag her body down to the ground. The vertigo increased.

Fucktoy bit down on the ball gag. The shudders stopped. She slid backwards.

The dildo filled her cunt. Stars exploded in the darkness of the hood. Spit fell from her lips. The plug in her ass shrunk in comparison to the fullness she felt in her pussy. The dull sting of the clamps became gentle kisses.

Fucktoy fucked herself on the dildo. There was no grace in the awkward position. Her right heel slipped an inch but she didn’t stop. Every thrust sent her ass, and the plug, crashing into the wall behind her. It was a violent fuck, and she did it to herself.

How much time was left on the timer? Could she come before the tiny bell rang? When the timer was over, would Master take the place of the dildo with his cock?

Fucktoy didn’t know, which is why she humped the dildo with everything she had.

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