A place for everything.

“That hit the spot,” I announce with satisfaction. Nancy, who seems to have cooled off a bit as she ate, sets her bowl down on the TV stand table. It is only half-eaten. “Are you finished?”

She covers her mouth with her fingertips as she politely swallows. “Done,” she says, staring ahead.

“Good. You can have the leftovers for breakfast.”

Her eyelid spasms.

I roll the table to the side, look at my well dressed fucktoy and rub my hands together. “So, what should we do next?” Nancy shrinks a little, still staring ahead. There are so many things I have never tried—never imagined that I would get to try. “What kind of sex toys do you have?”

She screws her eyes closed for a few seconds before snapping them open in exasperation, still staring ahead.

“Something in your bottom dresser drawer? Under the bed? In a shoebox in the closet?”

She chews on her lip silently.

“Oh! And do you have any condoms? I might have one somewhere, but we’d have a hell of a time finding it. I don’t want you to get pregnant.” At least not for a long time... It is pretty low on my fetish bucket list. Nancy refrains from answering. Her willful catatonia is running counter to the girlfriend fantasy I would like to start out with, but it could work for the sleep fucking and **** fantasies that are higher on my list. I weigh which one to start with and which to build-up to.

“I have... some condoms... and some other stuff... in a bag under... my bathroom sink.”

“Are you telling me that your unit has two bathrooms?”

She nods.

“I’ll be damned. We should move in with your mom after our quarantine is over!”

Nancy finally looks at me shakes her head. “Please leave her out of this.”

“Maybe we could swap units. Having a closet to shove some of this shit it would be quite a lifestyle upgrade... I don’t know why she would want to, but a guy can dream... Alright. I’ll be right back.”

She is caught hovering in a half-stand, worried for herself and for her mother, but doesn’t know what to do about it, or what right she has to do anything about it.

Before long, I re-enter with the zipped travel bag. Nancy is walking in small circles like a creature in a zoo.

“Let’s see what you’ve been hiding from mom.” I plop onto the futon and unzip the bag. She is chewing her lip and staring at the bag. “Relax. I told her not to look inside. Kneel here,” I say, pointing to the floor directly in front of me. I toss a stained pillow down for her comfort. I lost the pillowcase at some point, but it is bound to show up someday, probably wherever that old condom went. She shuffles over and kneels, her head hanging slightly forward.

I reach and pull out a hot pink, lipstick sized vibrator. I smell it, and twist the base. It hums to life.

“What do you fantasize about when you use this?”

The unexpected question cuts through her numbness enough to show fresh worry. “Ahh... guys... I guess.”

“Lots of guys? All at once?”

“I... No... Not usually.”

“Sometimes?”

She chews her lips again instead of elaborating.

“Have you ever thought about me?”

Her lips tighten, obscuring a disgusted frown. The buzzing toy fills the silence. “No,” she says flatly.

I turn the vibrator off and lay it next to me then reach in the bag again.

“So, do you usually masturbate in your bathroom then?”

She is slow to answer. “In the shower usually, or in my bed.”

“I’d like to see that. I’ll let you shower yourself sooner if you leave the door open and give me a show.”

Nancy lifts her head, hopeful that there could be some tiny reprieve from this barrage of humiliations. “I could do that.” We are both surprised at how quickly she agreed to it.

Next I pull out long chain into the air. A pair of tweezer nipple clips dangle in front of her face. I jingle them a little. “Clips belong on nipples, not in a bag. Lets make your nipples useful.” I lean forward and tweak the nipples that proudly poke from under her silver nightclub top. She jerks back with a gasp, breaking my hold. I open my fingers and wait patiently. I watch as her poking nubs stiffen and lengthen, as if magnetically attracted to my hands. Goosebumps race down her arms. She looks down at her own reaction, now biting instead of chewing her lip. Slowly, she leans forward, lining her tits up with my hands and drawing enough fabric aside to expose her tits.

“Your nipples were made for these, weren’t they? To have a place to hang clips from.” I pinch her nipple again and apply a clip. After the second one is tightened, Nancy releases a short, hot breath. “That is lovely. You are such a lovely, useful thing.” The words make her moan despite herself. A kind of pride and pleasure washes down her spine and lingers between her legs. Maybe this won’t be so bad. She can do things, helpful things. She can hold these nipple clips with her nipples, so clearly good at holding them. Hanging this belt around her neck when there isn’t a better place to store it in the whole apartment, even giving the belt new uses... these are such easy, effortless things...

I hold up a jeweled butt plug. “You have a perfect place for this, too, don’t you?”