Diary of a Toy - Day 65, 70, 71 (Patreon)

Day 65

I work out. I write the blog. I come for Lady Z. I come for Lady Z. I love Lady Z. I cannot get enough of Lady Z. All I want is to make Lady Z happy so that I can be worthy of her. I come for Lady Z. I come for Lady Z.

Day 70

Finally, I am my own man again…

I have been completely incapacitated by Lady Z’s pictures. Her beauty is overwhelming, even in photos. Even thinking about it… I… ung… no… I must stop…

Day 71

Another day without Lady Z sending a personalized photo. I rushed out of my room without even glancing at my computer, knowing that I was too weak-willed to resist pulling up her pictures if I hesitated.

As I crossed through the grand entrance, I saw that Lady Z was on day two of a perilous operation. There had been a major earthquake, and a dangerous mine had collapsed. The rescue effort wasn’t a matter of strength, which Lady Z has in spades, but of careful precision. It spread miles underground, and she was trying to save hundreds of miners who had been food and sensory deprived. Every large boulder she easily removed and juggled with a single finger had to be carefully considered so that the rest of the underground shaft did not cave in.

I kept my head down and took a golf cart straight for mansion 4. I didn’t know what I’d find. I was terrified. All I wanted to do was go back to my room and masturbate to Lady Z until I passed out.

With trepidation, I opened the front door. The grand entrance was… cold. Unpleasant. A chill ran down my spine. On the second floor, I see some people in what appear to be doctor’s scrubs. I didn’t know what I’d say if they confronted me, but they ignored me and simply went about their business.

I headed to the small room on the first floor that was ubiquitous in all of these mansions. In mansion 6, it was Zelda’s office. In mansion 5, it was where Lady Z had fucked me silly during our first meeting.

The cold in there was even more bone chilling. There was a staircase leading down to the basement. With fear in my heart, despite knowing that I wanted no part of this, I went down.

I saw row after row of long drawers. It was… a morgue. My entire body was quivering. I found a binder with dates assigned to various drawers. I knew that I wouldn’t have the nerve to take a picture of whatever was inside the coffin, so I took out my phone and captured the pages in the binder instead. There was one entry on the fateful day that Lady Z had rescued me…

I knew better, but I couldn’t stop. I went and opened it. Unzipping the body bag slowly, I saw the cold, frozen face of the crazed man who had approached me in mansion 5. I gasped in horror, turned, and ran for my life.

As I stumbled up the stairs, I re-entered the small room and turned the corner. Zelda was at the entrance to greet me. Her face! She had that, that smile, but her lips were cracked and bleeding, and her eyes were weeping.

“Can I help you?” she asked in her bright tone, expression unchanging, eyes dripping.

I screamed and ran.