My ToyI'm lying at the bottom. Under sheets, next to handcuf..
Added 2025-06-29 03:42:49 +0000 UTCMy ToyI'm lying at the bottom. Under sheets, next to handcuffs, under a knot of rope that once meant something.The air is musty – like old memories that no one opens anymore. I used to be his favorite.Not the hottest toy, not the loudest. But the one with soul. With leather that grew softer with each session. With scars that left no trace – except trust.I've seen a lot. Nervous hands, shaky breaths. Smiles after the first blow. Tears after the last. I was there when she fell. And when she was caught.Then came the break. Another one. A winter without a session. And I… fell silent. Until today. I feel it immediately – his fingertips. Slowly, probing. Not just for the material. For the moment. He takes me out.He gently blows away the dust, as if apologizing. Then he calls her. With a tone that doesn't ask. With a warmth that knows no doubt. And I lie ready again.Not to hurt. But to connect. His trust. Her courage. My blow. I won't speak. But I will tell. Because some toys... have a memory.
