Written by Gora Shade

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100% written by a human, for humans

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For those discovering what they like

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At first, she tossed it on her desk, still inside the little black bag, feeling silly to have wasted almost fifty dollars on something she’d never use. She shoved the contents in a drawer as shame overwhelmed her, thinking someone may recognize the familiar white logo of the package. But out of sight was not out of mind, where short seconds became the agonizing, frustrating, and endless stretch of time. She itched to examine her purchase again. With a tentative hand, she reached inside the drawer until the telltale, pliable plastic crinkle stopped her heart.

Her head whipped over her shoulder. Her bedroom door was slightly ajar, but she’d locked the apartment entrance, and no sounds drifted from elsewhere. She was alone. No one would know.

A hot flush coursed through her like liquid fire, forcing her to tear the bag away, run her fingers over the object’s supple material, and imagine what it felt like to wield such a tool or to have it brought down hard and fast upon her naked flesh. Perhaps it would burn. Perhaps her flesh would tingle.

The purchase was impulsive. She couldn’t help herself; it would have been rude to leave the fetish party without buying something. Her roommate Jody had persuaded her attendance during a very low time; she never would have considered the idea otherwise. Stella was seen by many as a prude, a priss—holier than thou because of her strict ideas and proper ways. No wonder why Jody’s friends laughed when they discovered Stella’s fascination with traditional instruments of sexual “torture” rather than the typical bedroom accessories like dildos and vibrators. Those were acceptable. Child’s play. Whips, paddles, chains, spiked wheels on sticks Stella didn’t know the names for; spreader bars, candles for lovers and not for mood; it was intoxicating and lit her imagination. Curiosity made her dizzy. How did it work? How did it feel? Such ideas were forbidden inside her strict, religious upbringing. She wasn’t supposed to wonder.

But she did.

She’d deflected her interest, joking she’d use objects from the party host’s BDSM collection to scare the elderly next door neighbor should she ask to borrow a spare egg or cup of sugar. Perhaps absentmindedly, she’d answer the door in crotchless panties, holding something wicked in her hand. Yes, they had all laughed at that, but joking hadn’t stopped Stella from buying. Feigning interest with the catalog, she’d deliberately waited until the room emptied and Jody went to fetch her coat. Only then had she handed over her cash like a shady back alley deal. A stitch in her side made her hesitate when she took her bag, but it was small enough to hide in her purse.

Her new toy’s handle was some five inches long, woven tightly in red leather, with elegant tassels that extended from the top like...

Stella's New Toy