Toyman

I met Toyman in June of 2007. Yes, we originally met online, which I hardly EVER do, but the chemistry was there so I said what the hell. Our first date was.. well.. not what I expected. I had seen a picture of him and he told me he was a big guy, but neglected to tell me that yes.. while he was 6'5", he was also very over-weight.

During our first dinner together, I tried to look past his outter appearance (yes he was a VERY big guy, but he dressed nice and was clean) and remember how much fun we had chatting online and talking on the phone. At the end of the night he leaned in for a kiss, but I turned my head so he kissed my cheek instead. During the ride home and for the rest of the evening I contemplated breaking it off his weight was an issue for me but also, there was just something about him I couldn't put my finger on that didn't jive well with me, however, I never was one who judged people by their appearance before and thought it was rude if I did. I couldn't forget how much fun I had with him in person as well as by other communications. So, I bit the bullet and decided that I would go for it.

1 date turned into 2, 2 turned into more and before I realized it, we were spending a lot of time together. For the most part, we always had fun together. The only part of the relationship I was NOT enjoying was the sex. Thankfully God blessed him with a good tongue because he DIDN'T bless him with a big dick. Seriously.. when he was fully erect and hard as he could get, he still wasn't any longer than my thumb. The first time I saw it, I was like WTF is THAT!? What am I supposed to do with THAT? The only good part was that I didn't have to worry about gagging or deepthroating when giving him head. The only 2 positions we could do was either me on top, or missonary because he was too small for anything else. :(

One evening we were talking about fantasies and what we like and don't like. He decided to share with me that he enjoyed 'WAM'. I had NO clue what that was, so of course, I asked. Apparently WAM stands for Wet and Messy. I still didn't know what he meant exactly, so I asked for specifics, examples, etc. Much to my surprise he went into great detail, getting harder and harder the more he talked about it. He liked things dumped on him, he liked, just as the term is called, to be wet and messy. He liked getting phone calls in the middle of night and be told to mix up some creamed spinach and dump it on himself. He liked to have canned dog food rubbed all over his body. The more gross it was, the more he liked it. Sitting there, I didn't know if I could deal with that. I can deal with a LOT of requests in the nature of sex, but I didn't know if I could actually go through with watching him do that. It really of grossed me out.

As the days went on, I tried to act like he never told me, but he wouldn't leave it alone. Constantly asking me to call him or leave him messages to do things to himself. Finally, to apease him, I would occationally send him emails for him to do things when I wasn't around. That seemed to work, but again, for only a short time. I really liked him (for the most part) however, this situation wasn't something I was comfortable doing. We finally made an agreement that he could have someone else do those things for him, though I was still his girlfriend. I told him to just find someone online who was into those same things under the condition that it didn't interfer with our relationship. If I was spending the night, she can't call. If we were together for any reason, she can't contact him while I was around to have him do anything. He agreed and that arrangement seemed to work.. again for a short time.

Eventually he went back to requesting me to do it, but I just couldn't, not like he wanted anyway. He was no longer satisfied with my emails and wanted me to call him and tell him what to do, OR be there and out of the blue just demand that he did something. I JUST COULDN'T DO IT! The thought of it really gave me the willies and I just couldn't bring myself to dump food or whatever on him.

One weekend I was helping him clean his whole entire apartment. He was a HUGE slob and it was really starting to get to me. I was sitting on the floor in his bedroom folding clothes he had carelessly tossed around when I came across a pair of womens underware. Of course, my first reaction was WHAT THE FUCK!? WHO DO THESE BELONG TO? I called him into the room to ask him. He just stood there with a look of shock on his face, like 'OH SHIT'. I asked him, as calmly as I could, who they were from, how long ago, etc. It took him a few minutes to get the stuck on stupid look off his face and he sat on the bed.

"They're mine" he said
"What do you MEAN they're yours?'
"Well.. just what I said. They're mine. Look, I told you about the WAM and how I like to be degraded and stuff, but I didn't tell you all of it. I like to be femmed up, too"
Now I needed to sit down, I was so confused. "Wh.. what do you mean by 'femmed up'?' I asked, not sure if I wanted an answer.
"you know, like putting on make-up, painting my nails, wearing womens underware and lingerie and stuff like that." He got off the bed and went over to his dresser and continued, "you mean, you haven't looked in any of these drawers?"
"No, I haven't. Why would I? My clothes aren't in there, yours are, I have no need to look in there' I said, with my voice on edge.
"well.. you should. There's a lot of stuff in there, and not just bra's and panties and stuff" He said to me looking over his shoulder.
I slowly got off the bed and went to where he was standing as he began to pull out many items. As the stack got bigger on the bed, I felt overwhelmed and needed to sit down. I plopped back on his bed but continued to watch him pull article after article of various types of clothing out. When I thought things couldn't get any worse, he them produced a bib, a bonnet, and some diapers. There was nothing I could say, I just sat there in shock. After I was able to compose myself a little, I finally spoke.
"Umm.. whats this all about?" I asked as I picked up a bib and some diapers.
"Oh.. well.. again.. there's more. I also like to be treated like a baby. To be bottle fed, to be made to wear diapers and actually USE them!"
"Use them HOW? Like just pee in them or what?"
"No, USE use them. I like to be told to put them on and no matter what I have to do, pee, shit.. whatever, I have to do it in a diaper and I can't take the diaper off until I'm told"
"Is there anything else you left out? Anything else you think I should know about? If you've got anything else you like, say it now" I said, trying to keep my cool.
"Actually.. yea.. I like to be fucked in the ass with a dildo or a strap on. I want to be tied up and beaten. I want to be made into someones bitch, someone who looks like a mistress with the make up and everything."

Ooookaay.. by this time I know my face showed the horror of the mental pictures I had in my mind. Realizing then that the WAM wasn't NEARLY as bad as the rest of his fetishes. Shortly after, I told him I wanted to go home and asked if he'd bring me back. He did and the car ride was very quiet. I had so many things to think about, so many images that were running through my head that I didn't want to have. It was then that I knew what I had to do.

During these times, we would break up and get back together. Sad thing was, he was the 1 always breaking up with me for various (and really stupid) reasons. 1 time it was because he said I was too nice, 1 time was because he said I didn't smile enough, 1 time was because I didn't enjoy going to dirt track races (can we say REDNECK??) with him EVERY. SINGLE. FRIDAY. NIGHT! I would go occationally, like twice a month to make him happy, but that just wasn't enough for him. And yes everyone.. he would always break up with me through email or an IM, never to my face. Eventually, all the break-ups and the ugly words he used towards me made me bitter. Then the things I had discovered at his apartment.. well.. I had to find a way to get him back. (yes.. I hold grudges and yes, I can be a bitch).

The first opportunity presented itself about 2 weeks later. He had just broken up with me (AGAIN for something stupid) and I was mad. Like raging bitch mad. I asked for 1 more chance and he agreed. I said I'd be at his place the following Friday night and it was on. I showed up about 8pm dressed in a short tight black skirt, a corsette, heels and enough make-up to scare kids on halloween. As soon as he opened the door, I pulled out a riding crop (whip type thing) and hit him with it. His jaw dropped and he began to shake.
"ON YOUR KNEES YOU FUCKING PIECE OF WORTHLESS SHIT!" I yelled and he quickly obeyed. For the next 3 hours I made him walk around the apartment on his hands and knees butt as naked, hitting him with a crop and whatever else I could find while yelling at him. Then I made him kneel on his hands just for the fun of it while I hit him some more and attached a ball gag to his face so no one would be able to hear him yell. I was really begining to get into it. I was able to unleash the fury inside me that he had caused since we started dating. I made him stand up with his hands behind his head while I used the whip on his dick, all the while telling him what a pathetic small dick he had that can't pleasure anyone. I made him get back on his hands and knees and I grabbed his hairbrush, spit on it and shoved it up his ass. He began to cry, but I didn't care. I didn't know if it was from the pain or what, but I kept going. I was SO MAD! He never once asked me to stop, so I continued. I grabbed whatever I could, power cords, spatulas, remotes, riding crop, whatever and beat him. I grabbed him by his hair, lifted my leg and made him eat me until I came, then beat him some more. I saw that his dick was getting hard, then would go soft, then hard again. I thought it was just because he was into it, but certain things he didn't like which would make him go soft. I was wrong. He would get hard, cum without even being touched then go soft again. The cycled continued during those 3 hours. I continued until I was completely depleted of energy. I collapsed onto the couch and looked over at him. He was covered in sweat and tears. I finally told him he could remove the gag and get up. As soon as he did, he jumped on me and fucked me like a wild animal. I have to say, that was the best sex we ever had. But I knew we would not last and I still felt I wanted to pay him back even more.

The second opportunity presented itself in September of that same year. He has started talking again to a girl he had dated a few times a while back. He was trying to set up a 3some with us, and while I wasn't into it, I said I would. My master plan was to leave him high and dry. (no pun intended haha) After a few conversations with her on the phone, we eventually got to talking about my relationship with Toyman. I decided.. what the hell.. I'd tell her everything. By the time I was done with my story, she was mad at him as well. Her and I became allies, for this 1 last thing. Labor Day weekend was approaching and we decided that would be the best time for her to come down (she lived 1 state away going to college). We told him that would be the best thing, that way her and I could get to know eachother on Sat. and see what would happen on Sunday or Monday.

When the time came he was more excited than a fat man in an all you can eat buffet. (again.. no pun intended haha) She was to arrive Friday night at his place and all day Friday he was on top of the world. However, I wouldn't speak to him.. at ALL. He'd call (I wouldn't answer), he'd text (I wouldn't reply), he'd IM (I wouldn't respond). By 5pm that night, he had finally figured it out. He called me numerous times leaving voice messages, first starting out nice, but by the 12th phone call he was PISSED to say the least. I didn't care. Then came the emails. The other emails he had sent when he'd break up with me I thought were mean, but HA! They weren't even CLOSE to mean compared to the ones he was sending that night. He was so livid he eventually turned to threatening me. I just laughed, because I know he was too much of a wuss to do anything.

Those 3 months were probably the longest 3 months of my life. It was then that I knew I should just trust my instincts and should have ended it before it all began. However, I do have to say, I REALLY enjoyed beating the shit out him and even better, he liked it so I didn't have to worry about going to jail! :)