S*x Toy Designer (1v1) - Chapter 11

When Chi Zaozao opened the cabinet door, her eyes landed on a toy in plain view.

It was a white wearable device, unique with a small vibrating egg, a d*ldo, and a string of an*l beads for the rear.

“Do you like it?” the man’s voice drawled lazily. He leaned back, squinting at the monitor as Chi Zaozao’s face flushed redder.

She held the toy, unsure of what to do.

“Now, put it on,” he said after a moment’s pause, adding, “If you’re not ready, you don’t have to insert it yet, just place it in the middle.”

She stayed silent, then took the toy and slipped into the bathroom.

She needed to clean herself before inserting anything in her rear.

The man raised an eyebrow, leaning forward, a faint, mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Chi Zaozao was used to such preparations, not for him, but for the sake of her own toy designs.

When she emerged, she had inserted the toy below. Her earlier self-pleasure had l*bricated her, making the insertion effortless.

She picked up her phone and spoke to him. “I’m done.”

He grunted in acknowledgment, opening an app on his phone.

The toy was remotely controlled, with settings for intensity and modes. Without another word, he pressed the switch.

Intense vibrations surged through her, and the room filled with a relentless buzz.

The stimulation overwhelmed her, her legs buckling. She grabbed the bed to steady herself.

He smirked, teasing playfully, “Let your Master hear you moan.”

The vibrations intensified. Her legs struggled to hold her, her breathing grew heavy, mingling with the toy’s buzzing. She cried out, “Ah… Master… it’s… too fast.”

The vibrations accelerated, and she could feel the rod and an*l beads rotating inside her.

The rod’s textured bumps scraped her inner walls, while the beads spun in the opposite direction, their tips brushing against the rod’s protrusions.

Each collision made her gasp aloud.

The vibrating egg nestled against her cl*toris stirred to life, as if responding to her efforts, its vibrations quickening.

“Ah!” The moment the egg activated, she collapsed to her knees, her phone slipping onto the carpet.

In front of the monitor, the man’s lips curled. He switched the app to “random” mode.

The three toys stopped abruptly. She panted heavily, her ar*usal soaking the carpet beneath her without needing to look.

“Enjoying it?” His voice carried a teasing lilt.

The intense emptiness urged her to touch herself, but his voice cut through. “I know you haven’t clim*xed. Don’t touch yourself.”

Her hand, reaching toward her abdomen, froze.

The toys restarted in a pulsing mode, granting brief pleasure, but it wasn’t enough.

“Master… please, your slave needs to clim*x,” she whimpered, desperate.

“Alright. I’ll give you an address. Come there, and I’ll let you clim*x. Deal?” He sent her an address. She checked it, a large shopping centre just a ten-minute walk from the club.

“Okay.” She craved this sense of being controlled, eager to embrace the madness.