The Sex Toy. We had chatted of course, I forget if it had been five or six times over a couple of weeks. each time I became more convinced Ian was serious and worth the trip to Luton, no small distance. I had from the start told him how I liked to please guys, as I always do, some get it straight away, others think there is a catch, Ian was in the latter camp, but he wanted it to be real. I knew what I wanted and during the conversations spelled it out, in a way that was clear. I wanted to be treated as a sex toy, dressed as a woman, actually dressed nicely as a woman, but there to be used in the ways a guy wants, with no need to think about what I want. There would of course be a safe word that would mean things stopped until I used it again to mean things could proceed, it was a word i always try hard not to use. During our chats he asked the usual questions the more experienced shall we say, as i hate the word kinky, guys ask. Do i swallow? Yes. Can he come on my face? Yes. Can he piss in my mouth ? Yes Can he tie me up? Yes. and so on. Every so often he would ask what do I like? Each time I said it was not what I wanted, that I was there to be used, that I got off when I was in my own space, thinking about what a slut I had been. I got the impression he got it but wanted to be sure,.He started to tell me some of the scenarios he wanted to play out, but I said i did not need to know, well not beyond how to dress and my basic persona in a roll. Now I will let you in on a secret, I of course have my own fantasies, which I always hope will come true. The guy I hope to find will be experienced or want to experiment, he will have seen or thought about doing things and wondered who will let him. By time we meet,he will get that I am a sex toy, yes warm flesh and blood, that can suffer pain and react to things but there to be played with like a toy. He will not want to chat, but will expect me to play a roll set out or agreed before hand, am i good girl that need persuading , a disobidient slave that needs putting in it's place, or just a breathng self positioning sex doll the goes does as it is told. anything like this or the roll he wants me to play, most know what they want, i want to provide it. So back to Ian, it was becoming clear he got it, well about the third conversation in at least. It was also clear there was plenty of things he wanted to try,some he shared, despite me telling him he did not need to. I think he was still testing the water, but I was already keen. So we agreed I would be his boss, who he had caught defrauding the company, I was to dress nice, but to remember if i did not do as I was asked I would be exposed to what could lead to a jail term. not overly original, but i was happy he liked it, as a) it meant I could dress well, and b) it was clear from his comments he wanted to "humilate the bitch" One thing that really made the trip that extra bit special was that Ian had a house that he was doing up, it was bare but heated and running water, it also meant he was happy for me to arrive dressed, something I love as it is better not to spoil the roll from the start. I change in the bac kof my van with good lighting and a chair it makes the job easy, and means i do not need to leave the house at this end dressed. As requested I wore a short purple cocktail dress over corset stockings and heels. I had checked where to go as always on google maps, street view had made it look easy to park, but as it turned out I was close to 1/4 of a mile away before I found a space. It was Friday evening so everyone one home, and on a terraced street there is little spare capacity. Now I dress nice doing my hair and make up to impress, but at 6 feet plus even if i did pass i standout, especially in the 4 inch heels I was wearing. The street i parked on had shops and a takeaways, i panicked a little as I got out and dropped my keys,then managed to kick them under the van, not a great start. As I scrabbled down by the wheel to retrieve them, someone beeped, realising i was not being very lady like, my short dress riding up, I crouched more daintily. just being able to get them without going on hands and knees. As I walked to Ians place I passed a chicken shop, a guy banged on the window at me but i just kept walking, this would be fun later if it was close to closing time. At his door I knocked, no answer, again no answer, a woman across the street twitched at her curtain I felt very exposed. Getting my phone from my clutch bag i saw he had text to say he was running late, could I wait in the van. As the street was quite i chose to walk up it rather than go back onto the busy high street.