Chapter Six
The Toy Trunk
I stood looking at the trunk full of toys. s*x toys. Whips, collars, dildoes, handcuffs, shock collars, male chastity belts, gags… the list went on and on. I didn’t understand. I had been living with Marsha for three years and had never even seen this trunk much less the things it contained and more importantly the things that having such stuff implied. This was serious female domination paraphernalia and in our entire three years we had never engaged in anything but vanilla s*x.
More importantly, in those three years, I had never seen this trunk. I thought I knew everything about her, but this was more than a surprise. Had she been hiding the trunk and just now forgotten to make sure it was tucked away? Or was I supposed to find it?
I didn’t know if it had b
