Diary of a Toy - Day 25 (Patreon)

Day 25

I woke much later than usual, exhausted and happy. This was unreal! My boss had basically taken advantage of me! Was it even possible to sign these rights away!?

But it was all academic anyway. Can it be considered sexual harassment if I wanted it this badly? I wish I could do this every night. She could take advantage of me all she wanted—even despite all the bruising from merely being squeezed by her superhuman arms, hips, and pussy.

I was in a foreign room, but all of my belongings were packed up and here! I immediately glanced outside. Apparently, I had been moved to mansion 5! Was this… was this a promotion or something?

Opening my laptop, I saw a personal message from Lady Z.

“Moved your things here. Your tasks are slightly different from now on. Take a look at your calendar.”

So I looked. Still the same research, but new blog. Blog writing duties. And… a fairly frequent personal visit with Lady Z on a weekly basis. My heart soared. I opened one of them, and a personalized nude photo of her greeted me. She was cupping her breasts. The way they filled her palms, and the sight of her long, beautiful fingers and slightly glowing eyes was more than I could stand. I grew rock hard immediately.

“For your eyes only,” was the caption. With the message attached, “You can get off to this if you need to, but you better be recharged for our meetings.”

I hadn’t realized it as I stared at the beautiful gift Lady Z had given me, but I was already touching myself. My body and hands moved automatically as I scanned her naughty words and stared into her eyes in that photo. I didn’t even register what I was doing until all of a sudden, my awareness snapped back to reality and I came, making a huge mess all over my clothes! I couldn’t believe it!! The sensation truly came out of nowhere!

But, maybe I could finish myself off a second time before breakfast ended. I read her words back again and felt myself grow erect once more. Gazing into her supernatural eyes, I thought I might even be able to go for a third...

I wrote a draft of my first ever Zenterprise blog post in the afternoon. It took me four hours to craft and ten minutes for the social media heads to rip it to pieces. I looked at the resulting copy. The gobbledegook, buzzword mess was the reason I started my Z-Blog in the first place. The comments about certain sentences casting aspersions were also beyond me, but I didn’t question it much. First and foremost, I wanted it to read like it was written by a person, not a business.

I accepted the edits that I thought were good and sent a copy to Zelda and Lady Z. Then I took a walk around mansion 5 to see if I could spot any differences.

I’d been walking around for an hour, and the only thing that struck me was that I didn’t see any other people. All of the doors to the rooms were closed, and nobody was walking around. It was really eerie. The people in mansion 6 seemed a little detached or unenthusiastic (again, Zenterprise values?) But 5 felt like a ghost town. Why did Lady Z come here so much? Or maybe I just couldn’t track her movement well enough?

I got a notification on my phone. It was Zelda. She thought my blog was okay to post. Wow!

Before I could do a silent quadruple fist pump, I was interrupted by someone brushing past my shoulder from behind. He appeared to have dropped a piece of paper as a result.

“Hey!” I yelled after him, not to reprimand him for bumping me. I was just eager to talk to someone here. I wanted to gush about Lady Z while trying not to boast.

He didn’t stop. The paper floated to the floor. I picked it up.

It read, “Get out while you can.”

I went back to my room, posted the maiden article for the new Zenterprise blog, and went to sleep with chills over what had just happened.