Diary of a Toy Day 30 (Patreon)

Day 30

I’ve begun regularly charging the recorder implanted under my skin now. It’s charged by induction, so I just have to sleep with my arm over the wireless gadget. It would charge a cell phone or any other inconspicuous object as well, so nobody would think anything of it.

I couldn’t actually believe what I’d heard that day. I thought maybe her beauty had overwhelmed me, and I was only hearing my own dark fantasies. Well, the first part was true. Somehow, my total adoration for her got bulldozed by her sexuality. I was head over heels completely in lust with her.

But maybe it was just one of her fantasies she was narrating. Roleplay. Or maybe the judge in this hypothetical scenario was the bad guy. Why not? Corruption is everywhere.

...Still, I kept my recorder charged and ready.

My calendar got even busier. But it wasn’t for work. It was for working out. I was to go to mansion 3 four times a week and exercise.

Get fit. Build endurance. You’re gonna need it. - Lady Z.

Followed by a personalized motivational poster, featuring her. She was in a bikini, one hand on cocked hip, the other above her head, balancing a truck on a single extended finger. The caption read, “Practicing so I can obliterate your dick.”

...Eventually, after some vigorous grunting and then messy cleanup, I made my way to breakfast. The chefs noticed me and took my usual order, but I noticed they had replaced my French toast with a bowl of mixed fruit.

“Hey, what’s this?” I gestured at the melon/berry mix.

“Lady Z’s orders. Low carbs, high protein. You get a cheat day on Sunday.”

The look of disappointment on my face must have been obvious.

“You got issues, you take it up with Lady Z. Ha!” The cook in the back smirked at his colleague’s comment and shook his head in appreciation.

I took a seat and ate my usual bacon, cheese omelet, and delicious yet disappointing bowl of fruit with my customary two cups of dark coffee. As I sipped on my second one and checked the daily news sources, someone actually sat down opposite me. His eyes were frenzied, his beard unkempt.

“You! You’re the new guy from mansion 6, right?!”

“Um, yes, I suppose so. What can I do for you?”

“Mansion 6 is the untouchables! She never fucks the people from there! How did you do it!? How did you get out?! You gotta help me man!”

The untouchables? What?! “Um, I don’t know… I haven’t even been here a month. What can I do to help?”

“Lady Z won’t see me at all! I’m the second newest guy here! We gotta stick together! She used me a few times, and I did a bad job on something, and now… she doesn’t… she doesn’t…” He began to choke and sob.

“Listen, I’m really sorry. I don’t know what’s going on. I really don’t.”

“I don’t wanna get pushed to mansion 6!” he wailed.

“Sorry man, I gotta go.”

I left my unfinished cup of coffee and left the wreck of a man alone at the table. A pit of unease gnawed at my stomach. I’d better stick to my diet and visit mansion 3 according to schedule.