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"You're most welcome, my sweet lady," Toby replied kindly, getting up also and placing a hand affectionately on the small of her back. "That certainly sounds like fun," he continued to answer her question, "But first I have planned a few things. First and foremost, I would like to help you more with the problems you told me about yesterday, chiefly your masturbating with sharp objects. Dare I ask, were these objects ordinary household objects, or objects of the… dildo variety?"

The gentle touch sent shock waves rippling through Liz's entire body, making her knees weaken almost dangerously. She fought hard not to lean into him, savouring another brief moment of human contact. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she turned towards him, her eyes meeting his gaze head-on for once. "`I-um… yeah, mostly just random stuff lying around the house,'" she managed to stammer out, her face turning crimson red in embarrassment. "And yes, sometimes… well, you already knew that." She couldn't tear her gaze away from his mesmerizing blue eyes, feeling like he could see straight through her defences, exposing every dark corner of her twisted mind.

"In which case," Toby responded with a paternal air, "I'd like you to show me each thing you masturbated with. Don't worry, you know I won't judge you. Just bring me each thing you have used to pleasure yourself with."

With a deep breath, Liz slowly nodded her consent, unable to deny him anything right now. Slowly, hesitantly, she led Toby downstairs to her basement, where her secret stash awaited discovery. The room was dimly lit by two bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling, casting sinister shadows across the walls covered in posters featuring bands she listened to religiously yet never admitted to anyone else. There was a large wooden cabinet standing against one wall, its doors locked tightly shut. With trembling fingers, Liz reached over and unlocked the door, revealing what looked like a veritable treasure trove of taboo items. There were several different sizes and shapes of vibrating dildos, cock rings, anal probes, bondage restraints, whips, blindfolds—the list went on seemingly forever. But hidden behind those more explicit items were the ones that truly held power over her: a collection of smooth, glass dongs varying in length from tiny pinpricks to monstrous behemoths; a selection of crystal butterfly knives; razor-sharp kitchen knives; a pair of scissors designed specifically for cutting hair (and other less innocent activities). Each item bore testament to her increasing desperate need for release, her growing addiction spiralling out of control until there was nothing left except her loneliness.

Toby gazed at the collection of hardcore erotic paraphernalia in silent shock. "You poor, poor thing," he said softly to Liz. Looking at rack upon rack of objects that would normally be seen in the most extreme of porn genres, his own addition to softer porn, masturbation and the occasional anal fingering seemed insignificant compared to the horrors Liz seemed to have inflicted upon herself. Yet of course, Liz was no slutty porn star who would shamelessly use and take sick pleasure from this stuff - Liz was a poor, innocent girl whose fears and cruel treatment had driven her to such madness. And it was his job to bring her back from the brink, to save her from the dark hold these monstrous things had over her. "I mean, how would half these things even fit inside you?" he said evenly in disbelief when looking at the larger dildos, "And what about these?" He said, indicating to the cock rings, "I'm not even sure these are for women… have you entertained other men with these things? I thought you said you were a virgin."

Liz flinched visibly at Toby's words, her hands balling up into fists at her sides. "Sorry, I didn't meant to imply…" Her voice trailed off, replaced by an apologetic cough. "No, none of these have ever been used with any man, only by myself," she muttered sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. "It's… um, just something I started doing after my father died. It helped me feel closer to him somehow." She bit her lip nervously, unsure whether or not to confess her true reasons for collecting all these things. Finally, taking a deep breath, she spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. "But truthfully, some of them… they represent people I wish I could be close to, physically or emotionally. People who I think might understand me better than anyone else does. So, uh, I guess you can say they help me fantasize about being wanted and loved."

Toby visibly relaxed, knowing that he held the key to providing Liz with what she truly wanted, so that she would no longer need to make do with these instruments of torture to give her painful, fleeting illusions of what she desired. He strode over to her and gave her another gentle hug which she warmed to gratefully. "I think your father would be as shocked as I was if he saw this collection," He said softly into her ear, "And he'd be horrified if he knew that his daughter was harming herself like this. But you no longer need any of these foul things anymore, not now I'm here. You know how it feels to be truly wanted and loved now - when we made love this morning I heard and felt your pleasure alongside mine. True, deep, natural pleasure from true, deep, natural love and sex. And I will share that love and sex with you as often as you like, not least because I take pleasure from pleasuring you. That is what real love is about, wanting to pleasure your partner as much as yourself. You know I want you, Liz. You know I love you."

Liz leaned into Toby's warmth, savouring the comforting feeling of being held by someone who genuinely cared for her. A tear rolled down her cheek, leaving a trail along her face before falling onto her pyjama top. With a small sob, she buried her face against his chest, clutching tightly to him as though she never wanted to let go. After several moments passed, she slowly pulled away, wiping away the remaining tears with the back of her hand. "Thank you…" she managed to choke out between sniffles. "I-I don't deser—" He placed two fingers lightly on her lips, silencing her protests. "Shush now, sweetheart. We both know that's nonsense. You are a lovely girl, and you thoroughly deserve someone who truly cares for you and respects you, as I do. Now, you're going to stop punishing yourself for things that weren't your fault, all right? Now come on, we should probably get washed and dressed, shouldn't we?"

Liz nodded and smiled in her sweet, shaky way. "There's a good girl," Toby said to her gently, keeping an arm wrapped affectionately around her shoulder. "Now, I will lock this chamber of horrors and keep the key on my person, so that these things cannot take a hold over you again. In time I think we should destroy them, so that the dark temptations they hold over you will never again show themselves. But that is a job for later. Now, let's brush our teeth, clean ourselves up and get properly dressed, and we'd better wash the sheets of the guest bed, after our lovemaking left a little mess."

Liz nodded obediently, still slightly wobbly but grateful for Toby's supportive presence. After he locked the cabinet and put the key in his pocket, they headed back upstairs to the main house and towards the bathroom where they quickly freshened up, brushing their teeth and splashing cold water on their faces. Once they were somewhat presentable, they returned to the guest bedroom, gathering up the discarded clothes from earlier. The sight of the stained sheets after their intimate activities brought a blush to Liz's pale skin, but she forced herself to focus on the task at hand. Under Toby's watchful gaze, she carefully folded the dirty linens and carried them downstairs, hesitating momentarily before depositing them into the laundry basket. Heading back up the stairs and into her room, Liz stood uncertainly, debating whether she should change into her sweatshirt, T-Shirt and shorts from yesterday or wear something more appropriate for the day ahead. Her eyes drifted timidly toward Toby, seeking guidance.

"Now, I thought it would be nice if we took a walk around your garden today, you haven't shown me the garden yet. Now don't look so worried, it's only your back garden, and I'll be with you every step of the way. We'll both be perfectly safe. Let's have a look in your wardrobe to see what you can wear." He opened it up and looked through Liz's clothes, "Ah, now here are a couple of lovely dresses… you'll look beautiful in either of these." He took out a delicately pretty blue dress with flowers on, and a verdant green one with leaves on. "And of course, a young lady will need some undergarments." And he took out a light blue bra and lace-lined panties too, and laid all the clothes out on the bed.

Liz fidgeted nervously, unsure about showing off her body to Toby again, especially after what had happened last time. However, the idea of spending some quality time together outside appealed greatly to her, and she knew that refusing would've seemed rude. Sighing softly, she reluctantly turned around, allowing Toby to help her undress. His gentle hands caressing her bare skin sent tingling sensations coursing through her entire body, making her heart race uncontrollably. When he finally had her completely naked, she felt exposed and vulnerable, but also aroused by his attention. She bit her lip anxiously, waiting to see what would happen this time.

"Beautiful as always," Toby couldn't resist commenting softly with a smile. He hadn't expected Liz to want to help him undress and dress her so soon into their relationship, but then, that's what lovers as part of a sincere, committed, long term relationship like theirs would do, as one of the many things they can do to strengthen and deepen their bond. Now that her natural body, imperfect in the eyes of modern society but the definition of sexiness to him, was revealed once again, he already felt in the mood for another bonding session, not least to prove to Liz that they didn't need any of the sex 'toys' in her forbidden cupboard to enjoy each other's bodies to the maximum. To his surprise and delight, his manhood agreed with his brain, as he felt it already hardening and bulging, ready to mate again. "Gods Liz, I do want you," he said to her softly in her ear with a desire that came straight from his stomach, wrapping his arms around her from behind, kissing her softly on the neck and cheek and gently and rhythmically rubbing his hard crotch area against her round bottom, as an invitation to make love again.