Finally, after all of my digging, all of my leading questions, and all of my sexiness,
tonight my man will be mine. Oh, that golden-throated MSA guy will not believe how awesome this
will be. I think of so many nights when I put myself to sleep to the sounds of his voice,
his voice telling me what to do, telling me to touch myself, fuck myself with my fingers,
my dildos, hairbrushes, vegetables. Oh, fuck myself. Oh, fuck myself. And tell me that
he loves me. Oh, he told me that he wanted me, that he needed me, and now I'm here for
him. This is his house. His lights are on, so I know his home. I bet he's in his living
room on the computer. I can see the blue glow of the- Hey, what- why is he sneaking up on
me like- Oh, it's you. Heard me moaning. Surprisingly pretty. Oh, god, your voice. I don't know
why you're so surprised. I am Britney, and I'm one of your biggest fans, and I'm going
to give you the night of your life. Hey, is that a- Where, where am I? Why do my arms
hurt so much? God, naked and tied to a pole in the basement? Oh, right, you stunned me.
So we're roleplaying, right? No. You've questions? Well, you don't have to be so serious. I'll
tell you all about me. Okay, I guess since you have my purse and everything dumped out
on that table that you know all about me already. Hey, what's with the bright light? Ah! How
did I find you? I- I just kept notes whenever we talked on Skype or anywhere, and if you
gave me a clue about where you live, or maybe I saw something on camera, then after months
of doing this, I was into every single recording you ever did for anybody, and I- I got the
picture. Is that a flogger? Why are you being so rough with me? Ah! Okay, I- I won't call
you by your name. No, I never told anybody I was coming here. I- I live alone. So what
should I call you? Sorry, sir. I- I- I won't ask again, sir. I- I guess this isn't roleplaying.
Is it my- my name? Well, you- you know my name because what do you mean I've been erased?
Kind of a name is f-fuck toy. Okay, no one will come looking for me. My old identity
is gone? What- what kind of man are you? Ah! Okay, okay! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm stupid. I'm f-fuck toy, you little slave cunt. You- you're unchaining me? Oh, and with
the light off I can see a- a box? I- I can barely fit in here, it's like a coffin. But
there's clamps that you were chaining me with. I- I make two inch noise? Are you- are you
going to gag me, sir? Oh- oh no, no, not the days! So, Dirk, I don't know how long I've
been in this box. I know we've been moving. I know the box has been put on or in different
vehicles but I don't know how many. God, I'm hungry. I don't even remember my- my f-fuck
toy. That's- that's all I can remember. I can- I can move and it's- and it's bright
where I'm- another basement. And that's food! There's- there's no- there's no utensils.
I'll just- I'll just- oh, and- and that's a bottle of water. God, I need to be so bad.
Oh, there's even a bathroom. Ah! Where's- where's my hair? I'm bald! No, I've been shaved everywhere.
My hair is- is this cooler. What else is here? A staircase? A staircase with an open door
at the top. Oh, that is one mean-looking dog. I know that voice. Rex must be the dog's
name. Y-yes, sir. I- I am up. Yes. Fuck Toys remembers that she is yours, that you command
her, and that she will do whatever you ask. Oh! For- oh! Forcing me down on the table!
Am I- am I finally gonna have you cooking me? Oh, your voice is so sexy. What- yes, sir.
I- I will remember. Fuck Toys evades you.