The Ultimate Toy

There are times in a mans life when he needs to listen to his inner voice. For example if he is walking down a dark alley and senses he should begin running for safety. But sometimes, just once in a while, a man decides to ignore this inner warning and face the consequences.

James was a fairly average man and had all the normal things in life, and more. He stood an average 5 foot 9 inches and was somewhat muscular. He had been a regular at the local gym ever since high school. James had a way with women. That is to say most of them were very attracted to him.

He had a hard time choosing just one. And when it came to sex, well picking a partner was like picking a flavor of ice cream. But after a long string of broken hearts his latest flame was Mandy, his live in girlfriend.

Mandy was four years his junior at 24 and quite attractive. Dark jet black hair, big blue eyes, and olive colored skin. She had a hot slender 5 foot 6 inch tall body with long legs and a thin waist. She too had attended the local gym and that is where they met.

Life was good. Mandy had taken a job at the gym recently which gave her a little extra cash and plenty of opportunity to work out. Which she did each and every day. She was an aerobic dance instructor. Her body was in great shape.

Unfortunately for James, she also began learning about James's other female interests. As Mandy began to become friends with other gals at the gym she discovered James was in fact stepping out on her on a regular basis. This infuriated Mandy and also the other gals who had also been used by James.

She also sensed that perhaps James was even messing around with some of the men. Sometimes men who she knew were gay would walk with James out to the parking lot and they would stand by his car and talk for a long time. She knew they were probably making arrangements to meet somewhere later. She didn't mind if he was bi-sexual, but why did he have to sneak around like that?

Mandy felt things would come to an end with James because she could not trust him any longer. She was not sure how or when things would escalate, but she knew inevitably that they would sooner than later.

James began to notice how the guys at the gym would often stop and visit with Mandy, so he felt maybe Mandy should get a new job somewhere else. He knew sooner or later Mandy would find out he was stepping out on her with other gals at the gym. They had discussed many other employment options when Mandy came across something which interested her.

She found a company that sold sex toys and lingerie in a home party format. James was leery but at the same time felt glad to have her quit her job at the gym, where he was screwing pretty much any chick that showed interest.

Mandy had thrown her first few home sales parties but sales were dismal. The company provided a mentor she could work with to overcome common obstacles to success for new salespeople.

Her mentor was a professional looking woman in her early forties. She was very fit and trim. She wore fashionable clothing and expensive jewelry. She either had a breast augmentation or a great natural figure because her breasts seemed a little large for her frame. Not a tall woman at 5' 5" but she had a certain air about her than made her seem very much in control. Perhaps it was the slight British accent. Or maybe the way she held her perfect posture.

Her name was Kate. But for some reason she asked to be called by the title "Mentor". Calling her "Mentor" seemed off putting at first but the social distance proved to be an advantage in her chosen line of work.

Mandy's mentor suggested providing a male ice sculpture to add some spice to the obvious conversations that typically come up with the ladies, and to enhance the sexual mood. This intrigued Mandy, and she began looking into it.

Mandy found that the cost for the ice sculpture was too far out of reach. She decided to ask James for the money. After all , he was the one who insisted she find some other way to make money than work at the gym. James came home from the gym in good spirits.

"James I have decided I need to get an ice sculpture for the next party and it sounds like it will cost about $400 dollars. What do you think?" Mandy asked knowing it might be a problem.

"Holy cow Mandy! That's allot of money. Can't we think of some other way to get your party in the mood? I mean if it would help, maybe I could model for you or something," James responded obviously overconfident in his appearance.

Mandy's eyes lit up and she thought to herself for a minute, "James standing naked in the middle of the room with all the women looking on at him? That would certainly put them in a sexy mood. But then how could they talk about the toys with him just standing there?"

Then she remarked back to James, "I don't think the gals would want to speak freely if a real man was within ear shot though. We would have to make your body accessible to view but somehow remove you from the conversation. Maybe we could use some ear plugs?"

James threw his gym clothes off and walked towards the shower. "Well whatever it takes, I'm not coughing up $400 for a chunk of ice. Just let me know what I have to do," James responded in a half interested tone as he hopped in the shower.

Mandy watched him in the shower. He was an attractive man. He had nice muscles and a real cute bubble butt. That was her favorite part of his body, of any male body really. She just liked to grab it, spank it, rub lotion on it, and bite it.

Other gals at the gym had also commented on how cute his butt was. That made her think. How could she have James's cute butt exposed like a sculpture in the room during the party in such a way to prevent him from being part of the conversation?

She looked around the living room of their apartment. There was a opening from the living room to the kitchen over the sink that had a Formica counter. She wondered if she could have him lean over that counter so his head and neck were in the kitchen kind of over the sink, but the rest of his wonderful body were left posing in the living room.

She could simply construct a pillory style stockade that would go around his neck and wrists and that would fit in the opening to the kitchen.

Mandy was ecstatic about the idea. She grabbed a sketch pad and began drawing the pillory. It would need to rest on the counter top and be made slightly larger than the opening so that it could not be pulled through the opening from the kitchen side. That would hold it in place.

She got slightly wet in the crotch just imagining James's body in that position. She could just turn on the TV in the kitchen and he could take in a football game while standing in pose for her party. She called her mentor and explained her new idea.

"Do you think James will do it? I mean sometimes parties last for a hour or more. That is a long time to stand with your neck in a pillory," her mentor questioned.

"Well he said he would do whatever I asked. And he has a pretty cute butt. Some of the gals at the gym have even commented on it," Mandy replied with surety.

"Maybe the thing to do is invite the gals at the gym. Go ahead and tell them it will be James that is posing. It will help generate the attendance you are looking for. Remember, attendance means sales. Just one more thing dear, would you mind if I came to this one? I have some new toys that might work well in this scenario," her mentor asked with a hint of playful sexuality welling in her voice.

"Of course you can!" Mandy replied. She looked over at James who was still showering. "What kinds of toys do you mean exactly," she asked.

"Oh nothing too crazy. Lets just say if James really has a cute bottom you will sell more than you ever have before. I will plan to be there then," Her mentor suggested coyly.

James came out of the shower. "Honey if you pose for my party would you mind if we went with a dungeon theme? I mean could we dress you in black leather and have you pose as a slave?" Mandy asked in a matter of fact way.

"Slave?! What kind of party is this anyway?" James responded quizzingly.

"You said you wanted to help me. Besides it will be fun. Trust me. We will put that cute butt of yours to good use for once!" Mandy joked as she pinched his butt while he was bent over putting on his trousers.

"Ok fine, just make sure I don't have to be part of the discussion. The last thing I need is to listen to a bunch of fat chicks talk about their vaginas," James concluded.

Mandy took her sketch to a high school friend named Sheila who's dad had some woodworking equipment in their garage. Sheila was a fiery redhead with lots of personality. Mandy and her were always the kind of friends who could confide in each other about almost anything.

Sheila was about 5' 2" and had the body of a gymnast, a tight round ample bottom, strong thighs and nice high firm breasts with huge silver dollar sized bright pink nipples. Mandy saw them a few times in the locker room and always knew the boys must go wild for those huge strawberry nipples. They jutted straight out just begging to be sucked.

Once, Sheila caught Mandy looking directly at them. At the time Sheila quickly covered herself with a towel then just giggled and said, "Honey you are some kind of horny, we need to find a way to get you off." Ever since then, Mandy had wondered what she meant by that exactly.

However, the most amazing thing about Sheila was her bottom. Her muscular little body had a perfectly heart shaped bottom, it was perfectly round from every angle.

One time when they were just seniors in high school Mandy was spending the night. It was late and they were watching TV at Sheila's house. Sheila was laying on the floor on her tummy with her face propped up on her elbows and her legs spread comfortably apart. She was wearing only a t shirt and panties.

Mandy was sitting leaned up on the couch behind her. From that vantage point she could see Sheila's butt cheeks nearly exposed as the panties barely covered the ample round cheeks.

Buying clothes to fit that anything but average body was always a challenge. Buying the right waist size meant there was not enough material to adequately cover those spectacular cheeks. So most of the time Sheila's panties and swim suits left a good third of her alabaster bottom exposed.

Mandy could not concentrate on the TV show because she was fixated on that perfect apple bottom and the way those panties framed those lovely perfectly round buns.

Sheila looked back and saw her staring at her bottom. So she thrust her ass in the air slowly and came back down. Mandy's eyes widened. Sheila did it a second time even more suggestively. Mandy then looked up at Sheila's face surprised to see her looking at her and began to blush.

Sheila just giggled and smacked her bottom with her open hand and said, "Like what you see sweety? Don't be embarrassed, my own mom pinches my butt all the time. I was just blessed with an attractive tushy."

Sheila whispered, "Whenever I even sneezed... my mom checked my temperature with a rectal thermometer until I was almost 12 years old. I have to admit sometimes it was kind of a kinky turn on for me. I think she stopped when I accidentally moaned one time."


Mandy just smiled and did not say anything. For years after that she had wished she had said something clever, or wished she had the nerve to offer to take her temperature like her mommy did, or something like that. Anything to get her hands on that cute little tush.

Sheila was always the daring one in high school. Mandy knew she would help her build the pillory. Sheila of course had to be invited to the party to see her craftsmanship put to use after Mandy explained what she was doing. The whole idea peaked Sheila's interest quite a bit.

They took some left over scraps of wood, some plywood and two by fours and put a pretty realistic pillory together. It was heavy looking. It had a bottom half and a top half with three holes, one for the neck in the middle and one on each side for the wrists. The two halves were joined by a big hinge at one end and a hasp at the other.

Mandy had Sheila put her neck and wrists in the contraption to make sure it would work. Sheila stood bent over slightly with her neck and wrists immobilized. Mandy walked around Sheila and checked to see that everything on the pillory fit together. Sheila spread her legs apart to lower her body a little. Mandy saw Sheila squirming to get comfortable.

Mandy looked at that perfect set of buns. As Sheila continued to position herself. Mandy was holding a yard stick and she couldn't help but swat Sheila on her perched out bottom. She smacked her three or four times vigorously saying jokingly, "James has no idea what he might be in for!"

Then she came around to the front and Sheila was actually blushing from the swats to her behind. Mandy felt nervous wishing maybe she had not spanked her now. She tried to think of something clever to say.

"I don't know if I should let you out of this thing. I have always thought if I were a lesbian I could have some fun with your cute little body," Mandy joked as she unlocked the contraption. Trying to sound as if the swats meant very little.

Sheila blushed even more as she stood rubbing her sore bottom. She needed to say something during this awkward moment, "Well the pillory really puts a person in the right position for a spanking, I think we have proven that. I have to admit, it is kind of kinky being locked up in that thing."

Sheila was feeling a buzzing in her pussy from the spanking, and from the exposed helpless position the pillory placed her in. In a way she kind of wished the spanking had continued.

They stained the pillory a dark color. It looked almost scary. Mandy began to wonder if James would really go through with it. While it was drying they went to a motorcycle store together. They found a clearance rack which had all kinds of leather jackets and pants.

Sheila found some chaps and put them on. "What do you think?" Sheila asked, turning her bottom towards Mandy and looking over her shoulder at her coyly. Sheila knew how much Mandy liked her tush. She would catch her looking at it all the time. She loved to tease her with it.

"Wow I think those will look amazingly sexy with nothing else on. And they might look good on James too," Mandy responded with an obvious innuendo about how she would like to see Sheila in nothing but the chaps. They both giggled as they purchased the chaps for an amazing $14.99. "We need to get out and shop together more often," giggled Sheila.

Mandy passed out invitations to all the gals at the gym, her past customers and a few new contacts from a monthly list of internet leads provided by her mentor.

Her invitation claimed a male slave would be on display in stocks and that his cute butt would be facing the party to admire for the duration of the evening. She forgot to tell the gals at the gym the model would be James, she just kept that to herself.

The night finally came. Mandy's mentor showed up first. She had several boxes of merchandise. They arranged the room putting the folding chairs in a semi circle facing the opening to the kitchen.

Then Sheila showed up with the pillory and the chaps. She adjusted the pillory into the opening from the living room to the kitchen. "I think this would hold an 800 pound gorilla if it needed to," remarked Sheila.

The mentor came over and inspected the pillory touching the holes to feel how smooth they were. "We should be using something like this at every party! There is always some one who might be willing to put their neck on the line with enough encouragement," she said winking at Sheila, "Dear we should talk later. Maybe I could purchase a few of these for my other sales professionals."

James came home from the gym. "Woah, that's allot of chairs. What the heck is this thing," James pointed to the pillory with a confused look on his face.

"It's for you dear. I had Sheila help me make it. You will put your head and wrists in it to pose for us. That way your head will be in the kitchen. You wont have to listen to the fat chicks talk about their vaginas. And you can just watch a football game. I put your wrists in there too so you can hold the remote," Mandy explained in her cute but imposing voice.

"Good job Sheila. Mandy you think of everything don't you. I'm going to hop in the shower. What do you chicks want me to wear for this thing?" James asked leaning in the doorway to the bedroom.

"Here just put this on and we will take care of the rest," Mandy said handing him the black leather chaps.

"Just this? Don't I get to wear at least some underpants or something?" James asked somewhat surprised.

"Welcome to the world of male modeling. At least it doesn't cost $400 and plus if your face turns red from embarrassment no one else will see dear," Mandy's mentor spoke authoritatively.

James just smiled and went into the bedroom with the chaps closing the door behind him. As he showered a tiny warning ebbed in his mind for just an instant. But he quickly dismissed it looking forward to showing off his muscular body to a room full of horny women.

"Mandy dear he does have a cute butt. Maybe though we should rub some baby oil on his skin just to heighten the sexuality. And dim the lights just a tad. What do you think?" suggested her mentor.

"I think that would be perfect. And we could turn on some gentle music too," Mandy added.

They continued setting things up arranging the toy displays. Mandy's mentor opened the boxes she had brought. She pulled out what looked like a thick pair of panties with a big plastic base on the front.

"What is that?" Mandy asked in a surprised voice.

"Well dear it is what a woman wears to pretend she has a penis. All the toys are designed to be secured to this base. If a woman wanted to fuck another woman, as a man would, this is what she would use. The great part is that any size toy she wishes can be attached here. And best of all, it stays hard all night long," she responded jokingly.

Sheila gasped as she picked up and held what looked like an enormous horse cock and held it up to the panties. "Oh my, this is incredible," Sheila whispered to herself quietly.

"Wow that seems kind of kinky. Wearing panties with a penis. Do women really do it?" Mandy questioned with amazement.

"Absolutely! And they derive great satisfaction from it. Look inside at the plastic base where the toys attach. See there are small bumps which stimulate the clitoris of the female wearing the device with each thrust," the mentor explained.

"Have you ever used one?" asked Sheila in total amazement as she ran her fingers over the bumps.

"I have one myself. I have used it occasionally at sales parties to demonstrate the effect when requested by a customer who is comfortable becoming that intimate," the mentor explained.

"But I thought we were never supposed to allow customers to use the merchandise during a sales party?" questioned Mandy.

"That's true. But once they have purchased a product it is no longer ours. If a party goes in that direction, it is really up to the sales professional as to what limits they place on the party once the sales portion is completed," explained the mentor.


"So like how many times have you fucked another woman using yours outside of just a sales party?" asked Sheila.

"Well dear, surprisingly most women use it to fuck their husbands in the ass. You would be surprised how many men actually enjoy that. Most are afraid to ask their wives to do it because they fear the wife might assume they are gay or something. In reality, all men have a prostate. And it is the organ which produces orgasm for them. The anus is simply the best way to reach it," Her mentor explained in an almost clinical matter of fact way.