Holly's Bag of Toys - Sex Stories

Holly's Bag of Toys

... love my collar, it reminds me where I am and what I'm doing." She hands the collar to him and without a word her slips it round her neck, moving her hair out the way and fastening the buckles behind her neck. It keeps chin up and she can't look down into the bag any more.

"That is pretty, it does make your neck stand out does it? All the better for wrapping my arms around." He threatens her, and she feels herslef damped at the very though of his arm, sleeves rolled up, holding her against him as she struggles.

"What else is in there then? Such a big bag for one collar."

She reaches in again, moving things around and trying to choose carefully. There are so many things that she wants to pull out and show off.

She chooses a set of four leather cuffs, clipped together and holds them up.

"I know what these are no need to explain them, but why are they all attached to that single metal ring?" He asks, faining innocance.

"They're my ankle and wrist cuffs Sir. The bigger ones go round my ankles and the slimmer ones go round my wrists. Then when you're being very mean, you can put me face down and hogtie me by clipping them all together. It's a big stretch for me and it aches, but I can't close my legs and can't stop you getting at my pussy even if I wanted to." She knows it's the truth, because she spent far too long like that having her face fucked and a massive dildo shoved up her last summer. They both remember it fondly.

"I guess we'd better buckle you in, ...

... we wouldn't want to have them lying around making a mess would we?" He takes the cuffs and bends to strap them round her ankles, not connecting them but leaving them free. She holds up first one wrist and then the other and he repeats the process.

"So far humdrum. I've seen collars and cuffs all over the internet. I thought you said this was your bag of naughty things? This is all barely fifty shades of Ann Summers so far." He tries to sound bored and doesn't quite get away with it.

She reaches into the bag again and pulls out a set of anal beads. They're stiff plastic, starting small and getting bigger, but even the largest one is still quite modest. They're faded pink and have a ring on the end. She holds them up, her finger curled though the ring.

"Come on them, tell me about these them." He tells her firmly. He's expecting her to narrate the content of the bag, squirming as she's made to say dirty things and confess.

"These are my anal beads Sir. They're not too big and they're stiff so they're easy to work up my arse. I really like to be fucked with them Sir, and feel my arsehole stretching around them and they are pulled in and out."

"That sounds like you've had that happen quite a few times slut, how many times have these been stuck up your shitter?" He is trying to catch her out with his course language. This is a man who works with words for a living, he known exactly what he is doing. The school gate yummy mummy shouldn't be thrilled to hear about her ...