Dust off the Old Toy Box

I’m sad to say that until recently, it had been a very long time since I went through my toy box. It had collected a layer of dust, and become a bit of a “I’m not dirty, but I’m too dirty to be put back with the clean clothes” pile holder. Until Mister K was searching for something.

The toy box is where Mister K and I store many delicious things, condoms included. Needing a new supply as he was due to meet his girlfriend for a date night, he was raiding the toy box when I came into the room.

“There’s stuff in here still in it’s original packaging.”

Mister K said to me, like I was unaware, but I played along.

“Oh, like what?” I asked. But I had an idea. Remote control operated vibrators, a bottom of the tier fucking machine, and some very expensive, hand-dyed rope, among other things.

“Dildos, paddles, and what is this?” The item in question was tucked at the back, surrounded in plastic packaging.

“A lesbian harness, so I can have sex with women.” I replied, not thinking anything of it. His response was to raise his eyebrow, slowly turn his head and return it to where he found it.

Noticing he was having some difficulty, I pulled out the box of condoms, opened them, tore off two and handed him the rest of the box.

“Safety first,” I said with a smile, tucking the two rubbers in my pocket.

Mister K just shook his head.

He left a short while later and as I took in the quiet and stillness around me, my mind went back to the toy box and that layer of dust.

It’s not like Mister K and I aren’t having sex anymore. It’s just certainly much less than before.

And, it’s not as though I have no kinky play happening, at all. I do, although I’ll admit that it’s less than I would like. The experiences I’m having now are largely digitally created, and rely a lot on my constant diligence and care, so I can honestly say, I miss the physical aspects of kink and sex.

More than a bit.

After folding the pile of clothing and finding a new home for the items, I set to dusting, and then once done that, to organizing the toy box. I wondered if I should begin liquidating some of the stuff we have. There were vibrators that didn’t charge anymore, silicone sleeves that had become fused together because we had left them touching each other, or things we simply weren’t going to use. Like the lesbian harness.

So of course, I took it out.

I contemplated leaving it in the package and simply reselling it, or perhaps donating it to a kink event as a prize. That’s how I received it, as a prize. But the longer I thought about it, the more that idea didn’t sit well. I had chosen that particular harness for a reason. While advertised as a lesbian harness I noticed immediately it also has the capacity to be a chastity device. I had envisioned many sexy scenarios, and thought perhaps, I could work one of them out, by myself.

Since this is not a review

I won’t get into all the in’s and out of the harness (pun intended), but it’s a functional strap with three different sized dildos that snap onto the various parts of the strap. Two in the crotch area for the wearer and one in the front, for the receiver.

I took my time playing with the various snaps and closures sans-dildos and found it was quite easy to get on. It adjusted with little difficulty, even solo, and was a lot more comfortable than I thought it would be, considering I am a fairly small woman, and this harness seemed quite large.

But once all in place, I found it could easily be hidden under clothing. Another point for the lesbian harness.

So I decided to wear it for a while.

But I wanted to try some attachments.

It being so long since I had had penetrative sex, nevermind anal, I decided I would wait for another day to try the anal dildo and just insert the vaginal one at first. There was no guide, no instructions, so I assumed you could choose what size fit best for you. I went with the one in the middle. Not too big, and not too small, just right.

And then went on with my day.

First I unloaded and loaded the dishwasher. The movement made me quite aware of the protruding implement tickling my insides. It soon became hard to ignore, but made dish duty a bit more enjoyable.

Then, I had to write an email, but sitting pushed the fake phallus farther inside, and standing pulled it out, just enough for me to notice. Of course, it tried it a couple dozen times, just to be sure.

Finding this rather distracting, I thought perhaps I should spend some time winterizing my garden, but that was short-lived as bending changed the way the harness sat, pressing the dildo across my g-spot, while standing pulled it farther inside.

It didn’t take long before I found myself rather aroused.

I held off as long as I could, but I’m embarrassed to say it wasn’t as long as I hoped. Nothing lasts forever, I suppose.

But I had a Problem

Essentially a chastity device, the lesbian harness allowed little room for clitoral stimulation. I knew it would only take a second, perhaps a millisecond to experience sweet release, but first, I’d have to remove the device. Which created a new problem. I didn’t really want to….

As a problem solver, I simply dropped to my knees and flimsily scrambled with the latches. As the straps fell away, I flicked my clit, once, then again and….

10/10

Would 100% recommend. Although I’m not much for solo play, and I don’t really have an appreciation for using dildos on myself, I will definitely be using this toy again.

Perhaps next time, I’ll have a partner.

But if not, that’s okay too. I do have all the toys in the toy box to play with.

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