I play with toys. My collection isn’t even as close to be extensive as I would like it to be. Let’s consider the cost alone of some toys. I’m a girl on a budget. A toy that is upwards of $200 better do more than rock my world. It needs to take me out for dinner at the very least first. That being beside the point, of what toys I do have, I certainly have my favourites, the least of which is my Magic Wand.
I think every woman that I know has some sort of version of this toy. It looks like a very large back massager and is the most simple of all massagers there could ever be. It’s hard wired and has two settings; Low/ High. It doesn’t get any simpler than that. You plug it in, you turn it on, apply and boom… if you’re lucky.
Now, I like my magic wand, but it’s not my go to toy. In fact if I had it my way, I’d put it in the closet and only bring it out if I absolutely have to. M doesn’t feel the same way. I wish that He did, but He doesn’t. This seems to be His go to toy and I’ve mentioned before that I really don’t care for it, but I don’t think that He really understands what I am saying. Better yet, I feel as though He is blocking out what I am saying, because He wants it to be the toy He wants to play with. Does that make sense?
There are a couple of reasons that I am not overly fond of this as my go to toy. First and foremost, I have some negative associations with it. M can at times over share information and knowing that He and His ex-fuck partner used one together, makes me feel a little icky. I’m fully aware that this is just an inanimate object, and said object belongs to me and not someone else, but it’s hard enough sometimes that I have these images of these two people together, that throwing in a tangible object into that just makes me want to yack. I also have my own memories with my previous partner who quite frankly was a fucking wizard with the damn thing so it’s really a mind fuck for me when the damn thing is presented into play time.
The other thing is that I’m a small girl, I’m curvy all over, but I’m physically petite and as far as I’m concerned it’s overly large and awkward to navigate. Forget that it’s loud, forget that it’s corded and I’m bound to where I’ve plugged it in, it’s just big. M holds it and it looks more than appropriate in his hands. I hold the damn thing and it looks like I’m wielding something to a medieval flame riddled torch. I basically feel ridiculous. This is why I prefer my small and mighty vibrator.
I got it off amazon a few years ago and I love it so much. I want to get another one, but they don’t’ appear to be made anymore, and I feel it would be quite an extensive task on my part to find something that worked equally well. This wand fits comfortably in my hand, has more settings than I care about, and whisks me away to bliss a good 95% of the time. This is the toy that I pull out any other time I want to come and it’s the first one I go to when I want to rub one out quick, fast, and in a hurry. So it’s always disappointing when M asks for the other wand. I’ve gotten into the bad habit of asking if He’s sure He wants “Magic” and every time He says He does, my internal mood usually changes pretty quickly, although my outer mood, I try and keep the same. After all, I would be a fool to turn down an orgasm just because I don’t like a toy.