flatshare

(it hopes it doesn’t have to say this but not a real hope, expectation or something it seriously thinks about. just a silly toy dream. please correct it if it’s wrong to be thinking or sharing)

you, living in a flat. a toy is kept, a privilege to stay there, sometimes revoked when she doesn’t feel like having it around. kept bound or caged when not in use. full-time spikes, agonising to live with the unrequited focus of its desires. kept hobbled by bounds. full-time electricals, always summonable. you force it to beg you frequently for suffering so that you might some beauty in it.
you’re cared, serviced and pampered. you’re motivated, supported and encouraged. enjoying the short time we have alive. doing only exactly what you feel like doing, with time to breathe. you no longer even need to piss in a toilet, for the toilet comes to you.
a rotation of men on call for you to pick between their specialities, all vetted by your toy. a rotation of men to be called upon for all the time you don’t feel like beating the toy yourself. maybe you just watch. usually some overlap between the two, though none moreso than the most regular guy who spends half his time living here and you’ve permitted him free-use over the time as well.
the toy itself, most motivated by its proximity to you can be easily and quickly corrected at any deviance or disobedience. you keep a very close eye on it. you can now trust you know exactly what it’s doing doing at any moment.
it continues working. your bf contributes too. you no longer need to waste your life away at a day job, and your renewed passion & energy shines through your content creation.
you wake up to another day refreshed by one mouth between your legs, and your toy yearning from its cage from the other side of the room, unable to tear its eyes away, jealousy and drool across its face and a trail of fresh blood running from under its cage. you decide it’s going to take you to a bar tonight, find a fresh guy who’ll get you, and then watch it getting beating and fucked in an alleyway.
after your cum, the push the mouth away and he gets up to leave. you’re the fittest you’ve ever been and you’re excited for your morning run together. you always love seeing your toy, hobbled by spikes swinging between its legs, struggling to keep up lest it get shocked by the distance sensors.