You could spend all day and all night in the toy shop. You can find everything your body desires there.
However many times you shop there, you never seem to get your fill of the erotic treats that are housed on the myriad shelves and aisles. Every venture into that brightly lit, colourful world seems to reveal something new, something to catch your imagination. Yet still, you’ve never been into that one room. The room that the shopkeeper had mentioned in passing. The room that has played on your mind for months.
“If you’re not sure what you want to get, why not experience them all first?”
The words snapped up your attention and held it captive in fantasies ever since that first visit. You looked towards the door on every visit, but couldn’t bring yourself to set foot inside.
Plagued by the paradox of choice, you always imagined how every other toy felt. The thought of how those various vibrators would feel against your tenderness. How it would feel to have those intricate devices explore yourself in ways your own fingers could never hope to imitate. It makes you shiver every time you think about it. It sends a jolt of arousal through you every time you play with yourself and imagine those different toys going to town on your sensitive body.
In this place, you feel safe, comfortable, and free to let your imagination run wild with the thoughts of what the countless toys could do to you. Every vibrating device, every phallus, every lotion and oil, all laid out like a banquet of desire. However, with the cost attached to each item, you can only sample one thing at a time.
If only you had taken the plunge and set foot into the room. You’d know by now which one was the perfect toy for you. You’d know what would turn you into a quivering jelly most easily.
With every toy popping from the shelves and vying for your attention, you look past them all and down the aisle, focusing on that nondescript, purple door.
An electric surge of arousal courses across your skin and settles between your legs as you picture every single toy being used on you. Yet, you think back on all those heated masturbation sessions, the inferno between your legs that consumes everything, where you cannot hold yourself back even when you so desperately try. You know you can barely hold off your orgasm even with a single toy coaxing it from you. Could you possibly handle being made to hold back with these countless toys teasing you to the edge again and again?
The thought seems to melt something within. A mixture of anticipation and dread at what being held on the edge for so long would do to you.
Upon entering the room, you’d agree to have them restrain you and use every toy on your body, giving you a taste of every single device the shop sells. In order to fully experience each toy, you’d not be brought to orgasm with any of them, to ensure you wouldn’t be swayed too much by any specific product.
The people within that room, the staff all trained to provide this service, would take care to keep you at the height of arousal as each toy would bring you to the edge one after the other. You imagine them whispering to you, telling you which toys will be used next and that you won’t be allowed to come. Every little interaction makes you writhe even more. You wonder for a moment whether enough begging and screaming out would cause them to take mercy on you. Then you realise how often they’ve done this, that they only have one task, and that’s to keep you on the edge until every single toy is used on you. No exceptions.
You imagine pulling against the restraints, desperate for it to stop as the staff keep mercilessly using different toys on you. You wonder how many toys it would take until you are begging for them to let you come. You hope that, in the end, once they’ve used the perfect toy, they’ll at least use that one to let you come before you buy it.
You press your hand to the door, your heart pounding against your chest as you picture the scene inside: multiple people surrounding the one person being teased and tormented relentlessly, restrained and pleading for an orgasm that won’t be given. Not knowing when it would end would make it so much worse.
For a moment, you think back to how hard you came last time you played with yourself. You’d been thinking of sampling every toy within the store. Now would be your chance to turn the fantasy into a reality.
You imagine them whispering to you that you need to pay attention, that you need to focus on the sensations of the toy as opposed to just how desperately you need to come.
As you push the door open a fraction, you peer through the crack. To see her standing, restrained in place, makes you blush at the sight. The sheen of sweat, the tightness of her lingerie clinging to her intimacy as the toys work her over, the screams of ecstasy as the toys are pulled away at the last moment. It all looks so torturous. This isn’t a mere sampling of the toys; this is a gauntlet.
Everything you’re witnessing makes you realise one thing: You need to be next.
