Diary of a Toy - Day 47 (Patreon)

Day 47

The blog was going well, but it was no longer a source of joy. I struggled to contain my inner doubt from leaking onto the page every time I wrote. Zelda and Lady Z never had any negative feedback... Oh god, what if Lady Z did disapprove of something? Would I get moved back into mansion 6? Would that even be a bad thing?

I scanned my calendar for all the days where she had sent me personalized photos.

No. Maybe then I could break my sexual yearning for her. I hovered my mouse to delete the photos, but the absolutely stunning curves of her body, her unaided midair pose, the beautiful swells of her breasts, even looking at her lips and glowing eyes… my willpower crumbled. Utterly shattered within a few seconds. I wasn’t even aware of the wet slapping of my masturbation until I was rubbing my sore cockhead too hard after I’d already come all over myself with an urgent moan.

I immediately stopped with a painful gasp, still way too sensitive to the touch after my orgasmic release. Okay, yes. Getting put in mansion 6 with the so-called untouchables was out of the question. I gulped. I wanted her so badly!

Maybe Zelda could answer some questions. I sent her an email; she said her door was always open. So I booked a meeting after lunch (protein, protein, protein) and headed over in a golf cart.

Zelda greeted me with that same, chipper, plastic smile. I had grown wary of it, just like everything. The longer I’d been here, the more I felt that it looked unnatural. And was it really identical every time? Am I just being paranoid? Even the simplest things people said seemed to have a sinister undertone to it now.

We stepped into the usual office.

“How can I help you?”

“Why was I placed in mansion 6? How did I get, ahem, promoted to mansion 5?” I got straight to the point.

She was equally as direct. “It was my idea to place you in mansion 6 to begin with. I thought it was best for you to be free of Lady Z’s influence in order to do your best work. But you caught her eye, and you consented. I did say something at the time.”

“Yeah, but…” I couldn’t find a good protest. I was hopelessly addicted to Lady Z. “Okay, she’s… said some things to me. During, um, you know. Is there any truth behind this? Exactly how much are we covering up?”

“Lady Z has had some minor indiscretions, but nothing outside the realm of expectation for a young starlet who has the world’s eyes on her. Give her a little leeway for her powers and the potentially dangerous and stressful situations she has to defuse, and it’s easy to see how the public might get the wrong idea based on judging a single, difficult moment. Don’t think about it too much. We are on the right side of things here. Averting robberies, stopping disasters, saving lives, all of that is the absolute truth.”

That helped.

“Alright. Thanks Zelda. I’m sorry, but would you please not tell Lady Z we had this conversation? I really do believe in her. I guess seeing how the sausage is made can be a little bit disturbing.”

“I won’t mention it to Lady Z. You have my word. Of course, depending where she is in the world and if she wanted to, she could have been listening in on this conversation all along.”

That did not help. I began to tremble and sweat nervously.

“Anything else you want to discuss?” She flashed me that smile once again.

“N-no…”

I wobbled my way back to a golf cart and simply trembled there, heart pounding, gasping for air.