The
Toybox
© shadowJewel 1999
Jenna woke and felt the wetness between her legs. It had been way too long since she had shared at
least part of a night with him, the one she acknowledged as “Master.” Still drowsy from her afternoon nap, she wandered
into the shower, hoping the warm water would
coax from her the feelings of need. Just in
case, before the ritual cleansing, she laid out the tools of the toy box.
The warm waters of the shower tumbled down her body as
she stood in the gentle rush that cascaded into rivulets, each caressing secret parts of
her flesh. She lathered all mounds and indentations.
She brought forth the razor and stripped bare all those spots he liked bare. And from time to time a finger slipped into the
crevasse to tease forth the heat that continued to build within her. A soapy finger, swirling around the hard nub at
the apex of her legs could not bring forth any release; it only served to heighten the
frustration Jenna felt. The ritual of washing
would not blunt the need she felt between her legs. There
was no diminishing of the desires.
The ritual continued.
Jenna gently patted dry every centimeter of her being, powdered the moisture
from her womanhood, and ended with the scent she reserved for him…that scent that
reminded him of her passing. Half wishing to
find him reclining against the mountain of pillows on the black and floral sheets, she
wrapped herself within the comfort of the robe he used and padded to the darkened bedroom. Chiding herself at the childishness of her
disappointment, she found the contents of the toy box carefully laid upon the pillows.
Jenna sighed softly and climbed atop the bed, that bed
which had been the scene of the most intense loving of her life. She spread her legs and tethered them to the
casters at the foot of the platform, just as he would have bound her. She lay back upon the mound of pillows and idly
began to play with herself, just as he would have played with her. She traced the contours of her face and mounds of
her breasts, stopping to pay particular attention to the rising points of her nipples. As they hardened and she felt the warmth start in
her belly, she pulled on them, twisted them, as he would.
Finally she secured the clamps,
ones like he would bring, to remind her constantly of his fascination with the way her
nipples were directly connected to the other little nub between her legs. Her fingers found their way to the triangle
between her legs.
She marveled at the smoothness of it. Jenna had only recently shaved the curly hair that
had hidden the treasures there since the onset of womanhood, oh so many years ago. The sensations of velvet were new to her. The sense of being naked was more intense now that
the covering had been removed. Jenna smiled. It was something she had done for him and only he
would know it.A finger slipped into the slit and found its way to the hardness of the bud. But it was not yet time for the release. It was time to build the tension. It was time to increase the sensations that would
lead to the release that would see her through the next few days.
He liked the silver and gold vibrating rods. But first, before playing with them, Jenna slipped
the gag into her mouth…the one that was the semblance of him. Her tongue immediately sought out the tip and the
slit he so loved to have caressed. Pulling
the buckle tight, she felt the tip push against the back of her throat, just as he did
when he wished her to pleasure him by making love to his shaft. She found the spot that brought forth the growl of
pleasure from him and played with it…at least the semblance of him.
A finger slipped once more into the slit. The wetness had increased and she could smell the
scent that was her. Just as he would slip a
finger into the tight little hole at the back, so too did she slip a small plug into the
hole. Almost like her reaction to him, she
felt the muscles tighten and release as the plug settled in to bring a constant
pleasurable pressure to her. The silver shaft
played around the lips of her womanhood, teasing her and causing her to rise to meet the
cold metal and warm it to her body. And
again, in semblance of her being loved by him, the single shaft soon became too small to
remain within her and the larger one, the one with the curved end, was inserted…much
in the same manner he would have inserted two or more fingers and caressed the inside of
her canal. The silver shaft was moved to
caress the hard little nub that cried for attention.
She rose to stroke it, much as she would rise to him, her body pleading with
him to caress her in one more area.
Finally Jenna felt the warmth begin to spread. She imagined his touch as he methodically brought
her to sexual release, not once but again and again.
She could almost feel the pressure of his body against hers as she fought to
feel all he was willing to give her. She
could smell the musk of his manhood as her mouth worked around the shaft in her mouth. With her eyes closed, she could hear the gentle
coaxing, “Come on Baby, a little more…just one more time.”
She felt her body rise from the bed and the warmth
build into a fire that consumed her for a moment. Her
breasts felt the fire of wanting and the needs held between her legs were sated for a
moment. The muscles of her womanhood pulsed
with the release of needing. The needing had
passed. On her own, there would only be the
one release. She could not seem to manage on
her own more than one flight from that hill.
Jenna still felt the wanting, but it had to be tamed
for yet a while longer. Lounging in the
afterglow of her momentary liberation, Jenna answered the phone beside the bed. “Yes, I know.
It will be a couple of weeks more. That’s
OK, I, too, still have too much work to finish. Yeah,
we’ll be together soon.”
