One of the rules that Sir has given me is that I must choose a toy from the bench when we play. This was the first time I was to choose. I have in the past been cautious about choosing, nervous. I am a keen subscriber to the cautionary proverb 'Be careful what you wish for...'
The dice was loaded however, Sir had only put a very narrow selection on the bench. The huge shiny frightening anal hook, the one that had fascinated me but scared me the most was on the bench. I had secretly wanted it for a long time, hoping he would force the issue, but now here he was making me push the boundary.
I took the cold steel in my hand and offered it to him in both hands with arms outstretched. His eyes danced in the dim light and the corners of his mouth turned up.
My predicament began...