All Her Toys Are Gone

Nicole didn't waste any time getting out of her sundress when she returned to her apartment. She expected to find Detective Swanson's trash bag of her toys sitting in the middle of the living room. To her surprise, it wasn't there. In fact, it looked like he'd cleaned up her downstairs. Her dishes were put away, countertops tidied, and furniture neatly arranged - he even seemed to have straightened her disorganized bookshelves. Nicole assumed he must have moved her toys upstairs, so she quickly went upstairs.

Much like downstairs, her bedroom was also slightly tidied, although not quite as much. Properly cleaning it would have taken hours. However, her bed was made, and her desk was better organized. What she didn't see were any sex toys. Usually, Nicole would have two or three lying about because that's the person she was. Her Hitachi was dependably plugged in next to her bed. Even that was missing. She looked under her bed and pulled out the large, flat storage crate where she kept most of her toys. Empty. She went through her drawers. No toys. Nicole dug through her closet. Not even a clamp. Bathroom cabinet. Suction dildoes were gone. Under the sink. Nope. She started to panic. He had literally confiscated all of her toys. Detective Swanson had even found the small bullets she kept at the back of her under-desk drawer. Every single sex toy was gone. He had taken butt plugs, gags, dildoes, vibrators, paddles, whips, anal beads - everything was gone. The realization hit her like a punch in the gut. It felt like she had been robbed, but it was far more personal than any normal theft.

Nicole sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the spot where her Hitachi usually lay. In the back of her mind, she felt she should be angry, but in reality, she knew she had asked for this. Nicole had invited multiple people into her free-use fantasy, and, of course, they’d build their fantasies onto her rules - which were, admittedly, not many. Her limits left a significant amount of wiggle room.

She then looked at her laptop. Nicole owed her friends on Discord a report about the last 24 hours. As **** as she was to get off that had to take priority. They'd worry. Writing the report was difficult. Nicole did it with one hand between her legs and one hand on the keyboard. What a day. The mall. Getting caught by her co-worker. Playing prostitute with Huck. Getting arrested. Humping a cop's shoe. Having her toys confiscated. Being used by Alfie for Ana Marie. Nicole left out the part about the kiss. That was never going to happen again.

When she finally submitted her report, it was after 3 a.m. The Discord group was quiet, not surprisingly at that hour. Nicole was still horny, but she was also exhausted. As try as she might, she couldn't get herself off without her toys. The only way she was going to get any sleep was with her sleep gummies, so she popped two and climbed into the neatly made bed.

As she waited for the gummies to take effect, Nicole softly massaged her clit in an attempt to find release. Her mind drifted back to all the wild events of the day, making her body tingle with anticipation once again. But soon enough, the calming effects of the sleep gummies took over and Nicole drifted off into a restless slumber.