The days pass and my dry spell gets longer, and longer, and longer. One thing it does let me do is fantasize – in the morning, in the afternoon, evening, and especially at nighttime. Laying in bed and touching myself is when they get the most vivid. I see it in my minds eye, visions of what I want, what I crave, as depraved as they are I can’t help but want them…so much.
To be kept in a closet, ears filled with sounds of moans and cries of pleasure, eyes blinded so all that’s available is darkness, hands restrained behind my back, ring gag in my mouth to make me drool and have my throat accessible, plugs in my ass and pussy to keep me wet and willing. The only measure of time I comprehend is how often I’m used – throat, pussy, ass. Always in that rotation. Thinking about being a toy in the closet, not a person, only a toy — and one to be used and then locked away, makes me so wet, dripping, longing to be kept by someone like that.