Bi-Sexual Female / 25
I am literally a sex toy.
When I say that people think I mean that I have like a fetish, like I wanna be a blow up doll or I'm into hypnosis or some shit, but that's not it at all. I've never been interested in anything like that, honestly.
What I do mean though is pretty much what I just said. If I were to sum up my life right this moment into one short sentence it would be "I am literally a sex toy" because that's the truth.
When I was 19 my parents kicked me out because I thought I was a lesbian. I like girls, but it turns out I'm bisexual, not that that mattered to them. So, I was looking for a place to stay in a hurry and when nothing really came up I figured checking the like hookup/dating personals wouldn't hurt. I thought well, there's usually people on there looking for a one night stand, at least I'd be out of the cold for the night even if it meant sleeping with someone and risking worse.
One listing stood out to me. It was for a couple that by the look of their pictures were pretty wealthy. They were looking for a young woman (hey that fits) who was bisexual (check), curious, or willing to have sex with both a man and a woman regardless of sexual orientation.
So I contacted them and went to their house. "House." It's really more like a mansion. We had a threesome where they both focused on enjoying my body. He fucked me while I ate her out, she played with my breasts while I sucked him off, this went on the rest of the night and I fell asleep at the foot of their bed.
The next day we talked and it came up that I didn't have anywhere to stay. They went into another room and talked to each other, and when they came back they said that they would let me stay with them if I wanted, but if I did they had some rules.
First and most importantly, their children couldn't know about me being here. That sounds difficult when I type it out, but they have 2 kids both in their early teens neither of whom tend to hang around the house all that often, and like 10 spare bedrooms. All this really means is that when the kids are home, I'm in the "toybox".
Second, unless I'm sick or injured, I will have sex with them, or (usually) more accurately let them use me, any time of the day or night in pretty much any way they want. This also includes things like basically being a naked decoration for them or putting on a show for them by like masturbating or dancing, though something intensive like dancing they're more likely to let me pass on if I'm tired or something.
Third, I am not allowed to wear clothes unless they tell me to wear clothes and I only wear what they give me to wear.
Fourth, I have to keep up my appearance. That means showering, waxing, makeup, hair care, and exercise. To that end they've hooked up a treadmill and a stationary bike in the "toybox" as well as given me some small weights and a yoga mat. If they think I'm slacking off on my exercise they will order me to do exercises while they watch and, uh, egg me on with different methods.
Fifth, I live in the "toybox" which, until I moved in, was just a spare bedroom (luckily with an attached bathroom) next to theirs that they kept their other, less sentient sex toys in. It's not a big room by their standards but big enough. I have my laptop in here, a tv, a few different game consoles (just got a Switch) and a single bed next to the trunks they keep all their like dildos and bondage equipment in, none of which I'm allowed to touch without their permission. The room has some like wall hooks and modifications for bondage, though they have those in their bedroom too (as well as the like legit bondage furniture they keep in their walk in closet, and an actual like built in stripper pole over in like a sitting area by the window.) The door to the "toybox" is sturdy, it's disguised as a bookshelf, and they keep it locked when the kids are around so even if the kids figure out it's a door they can't open it and find me, and so I can't leave the room and accidentally reveal my presence to them. In keeping with that, the window of the room was replaced with just wall, and the room has been soundproofed. I can blast music or scream in here and nobody could hear me (which they realized could also be a problem, so they gave me like this intercom thing that lets me send an alert to and call their phones and comes with a little walkie talkie if there's an emergency.
I can pretty much roam the place most days as long as I follow the rules. If I'm stuck in the "toybox" for a meal someone will bring me food.
It's weird though, like, I kind of feel like a pet sometimes but they mostly only really interact with me when they want to use me, and the only times they really bother to check with me before doing something with/to me is when it's something new that they think I might not like. Usually I'm okay with whatever as long as they give me time to get used to it, but once it gets to that point they don't bother asking. Which is really the thing that most makes me feel like I'm literally a sex toy. More than the facts of my living arrangement, having sex for room and board, just having them do things without asking makes me feel that way.
And I'm kind of fine with that, to be honest. It doesn't especially turn me on or anything, but I am having fun. I'm in good shape, I'm well fed, I pretty much just fuck off most of the day and play videogames or browse the internet, and for an older couple they're pretty attractive and I enjoy having sex with them, having them admire my body, etc. Some day I might have to leave them, but I don't see any reason to leave any time soon.
When I say that people think I mean that I have like a fetish, like I wanna be a blow up doll or I'm into hypnosis or some shit, but that's not it at all. I've never been interested in anything like that, honestly.
What I do mean though is pretty much what I just said. If I were to sum up my life right this moment into one short sentence it would be "I am literally a sex toy" because that's the truth.
When I was 19 my parents kicked me out because I thought I was a lesbian. I like girls, but it turns out I'm bisexual, not that that mattered to them. So, I was looking for a place to stay in a hurry and when nothing really came up I figured checking the like hookup/dating personals wouldn't hurt. I thought well, there's usually people on there looking for a one night stand, at least I'd be out of the cold for the night even if it meant sleeping with someone and risking worse.
One listing stood out to me. It was for a couple that by the look of their pictures were pretty wealthy. They were looking for a young woman (hey that fits) who was bisexual (check), curious, or willing to have sex with both a man and a woman regardless of sexual orientation.
So I contacted them and went to their house. "House." It's really more like a mansion. We had a threesome where they both focused on enjoying my body. He fucked me while I ate her out, she played with my breasts while I sucked him off, this went on the rest of the night and I fell asleep at the foot of their bed.
The next day we talked and it came up that I didn't have anywhere to stay. They went into another room and talked to each other, and when they came back they said that they would let me stay with them if I wanted, but if I did they had some rules.
First and most importantly, their children couldn't know about me being here. That sounds difficult when I type it out, but they have 2 kids both in their early teens neither of whom tend to hang around the house all that often, and like 10 spare bedrooms. All this really means is that when the kids are home, I'm in the "toybox".
Second, unless I'm sick or injured, I will have sex with them, or (usually) more accurately let them use me, any time of the day or night in pretty much any way they want. This also includes things like basically being a naked decoration for them or putting on a show for them by like masturbating or dancing, though something intensive like dancing they're more likely to let me pass on if I'm tired or something.
Third, I am not allowed to wear clothes unless they tell me to wear clothes and I only wear what they give me to wear.
Fourth, I have to keep up my appearance. That means showering, waxing, makeup, hair care, and exercise. To that end they've hooked up a treadmill and a stationary bike in the "toybox" as well as given me some small weights and a yoga mat. If they think I'm slacking off on my exercise they will order me to do exercises while they watch and, uh, egg me on with different methods.
Fifth, I live in the "toybox" which, until I moved in, was just a spare bedroom (luckily with an attached bathroom) next to theirs that they kept their other, less sentient sex toys in. It's not a big room by their standards but big enough. I have my laptop in here, a tv, a few different game consoles (just got a Switch) and a single bed next to the trunks they keep all their like dildos and bondage equipment in, none of which I'm allowed to touch without their permission. The room has some like wall hooks and modifications for bondage, though they have those in their bedroom too (as well as the like legit bondage furniture they keep in their walk in closet, and an actual like built in stripper pole over in like a sitting area by the window.) The door to the "toybox" is sturdy, it's disguised as a bookshelf, and they keep it locked when the kids are around so even if the kids figure out it's a door they can't open it and find me, and so I can't leave the room and accidentally reveal my presence to them. In keeping with that, the window of the room was replaced with just wall, and the room has been soundproofed. I can blast music or scream in here and nobody could hear me (which they realized could also be a problem, so they gave me like this intercom thing that lets me send an alert to and call their phones and comes with a little walkie talkie if there's an emergency.
I can pretty much roam the place most days as long as I follow the rules. If I'm stuck in the "toybox" for a meal someone will bring me food.
It's weird though, like, I kind of feel like a pet sometimes but they mostly only really interact with me when they want to use me, and the only times they really bother to check with me before doing something with/to me is when it's something new that they think I might not like. Usually I'm okay with whatever as long as they give me time to get used to it, but once it gets to that point they don't bother asking. Which is really the thing that most makes me feel like I'm literally a sex toy. More than the facts of my living arrangement, having sex for room and board, just having them do things without asking makes me feel that way.
And I'm kind of fine with that, to be honest. It doesn't especially turn me on or anything, but I am having fun. I'm in good shape, I'm well fed, I pretty much just fuck off most of the day and play videogames or browse the internet, and for an older couple they're pretty attractive and I enjoy having sex with them, having them admire my body, etc. Some day I might have to leave them, but I don't see any reason to leave any time soon.
