Toy for Sir

Toy for Sir was born from an amazing place.  A relationship that helped me develop into the person I knew I was but didn't know how to get there.  These posts are the beginning of the journey.  Like most journeys, there is a beginning, middle, and end.  I have struggled to move past the painful end of my beginning.   The time is now.  My new site, chrisykay.com will be different because I am different.  Toy will always be a part of me, but I am much more than that now.  I will never be Toy again.  No one will ever call me that name or whisper it in my ear.  While that is hard to realize, it is necessary to accept.  This is where I began, follow me to see where I go.     black square with abstract hand painted flower and the word toy in read. Colors are red black and white with some pink where the colors blended

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  • BDSM,  Experiences,  kinks,  Lifestyle,  Toy for Sir

    The Power of the Touch of His Hand

    The power of him is transferred through me… Driving in the car, both of our arms on the middle console sometimes he will he reach for my hand.  When he does the power of him is transferred through me with tingles on all of my nerve endings.  He says nothing when he makes this gesture,  it is as if it is part of the ritual of riding in the car together, like fastening a seat belt or plugging his phone into the charger.  I feel the heat of his skin and I am instantly aware of every part myself inside and outside of my body. His fingers entwined in mine.  Sometimes…

  • BDSM,  Erotic Journal Challenge,  Experiences,  Sir/Daddy,  Thoughts,  Toy for Sir,  Trust

    Erotic Journal Challenge #7 – Distress

      Erotic Journal Challenge #7 – Distress I am starting the journal Challenge at the current week but will try and catch up on past weeks.  I have always loved this idea and I am looking forward to pushing myself to answer the tough questions and also the fun ones.  This post is about distress.  After reading the prompt I realized my distress comes from a different place. When I think about distress as it relates to my sexual desires there are several different branches to this tree.  When I was younger, first married at 24 years old, I was clueless about what I wanted or what turned me on.…

  • Sir/Daddy,  Thoughts,  Toy for Sir

    Happy Birthday, Daddy

      Today is your birthday.  For all the years I knew you, you hated this day.  You couldn’t understand why people made such a big deal over their birthdays.  We both know it always made you think of the one that got away.  She always reaches out on your birthday, and while it was nice to hear from her, it also made you sad. No one knows better than me (other than her) how much you loved and love her and how much you missed her. Through everything you have been through these past few years, everything you went through with your primary, and I suppose even me, you finally…

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    BDSM,  Toy for Sir,  Writings

    The Office Sex

    Writing about office sex was so fun!  I could not be any more excited to be a guest blogger on Kaylalords.com!  My story, The Office, is a true story and one of my favorite times spent with Daddy! Being a new blogger and new to the kinky community I am always overwhelmed by how welcoming and supportive everyone is.  It means a lot to newcomers to be able to branch out and get our stories out there.  There is never enough confidence in this body of mine.  Being featured on Loving BDSM is definitely a goal met. I started listening to Loving BDSM about two years ago.  Then, I stalked the…

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    Sorry for your Loss

    It had been a long two weeks.  The death of her father was unexpected.  No death is ever easy even when it is anticipated.  This one hit hard.  Her mother had buried her first father after a heart attack and now her second husband dies the same way.  Making sense of it was not possible.  She and her mom would have a new normal.  Who knew how long it would take to figure out what that would be.  She needed to prep herself for all the “sorry for your loss,” mentions from people she barely knew. The service was over.  Everyone said it was beautiful.  What the fuck did that…