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Obi-Wan's Toy Box
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Obi-Wan glanced past the flickering candles at his Master, who was standing rather tensely just inside the door. "Are you certain you want to do this?" he asked, hiding a smile.
Qui-Gon cleared his throat before speaking. "As certain as one can be, I suppose, going into a new and unknown phase of one's relationship."
Now the younger man did grin. "Spoken like a true diplomat." He set his satchel on the edge of the bed. "Just admit it. You're afraid."
Broad shoulders drew back stiffly. "I am a Jedi Master," he said in his strongest tone. "I am not afraid of ---" His voice caught, and he had to clear his throat again, though he did it almost silently. "I am, perhaps, a little nervous." He craned his neck to look as Obi-Wan slowly opened the worn leather satchel. "Perhaps if you showed me what you brought . . ."
Obi-Wan chuckled. "Somehow, Master, I don't believe that will relieve your anxiety." Nevertheless, he reached into the bag and began to withdraw its contents, one item at a time. He held each one up, making certain Qui-Gon saw it.
He started with the dildos.
There were seven of them, ranging in size from a small purple one to extra large and frightening one in Living Force green. Most were plastoid, shaped to resemble the real thing, but two were metal, cold to the touch, and one was a sparkling see-through, multi-colored one that felt as warm as flesh.
Next out came the butt plugs - only five of those - expressing quite a range in size and composition, and a black cock ring.
There were two sets of anal beads. One set was quite normal looking, but Obi-Wan glanced up at Qui-Gon's face as he withdrew the second set. He had to suppress another grin at the definite "you wanna put those where?" look they inspired.
He chuckled. "You still want to do this?" he asked.
Qui-Gon drew his shoulders back, wiping the wide-eyed horror off his face. "Of course."
Obi-Wan dipped back into the satchel, this time pulling out one roll of bondage tape, the kind that sticks to itself but not to flesh. Great stuff. Then, a pair of metal handcuffs with two keys. He suppressed another grin as Qui-Gon took an unconscious step back.
Next out were three collars. There was a glitter one that was purely for show, one that snapped shut, and one that locked, and a leash that would fit any of them. Reaching in again, he pulled out a bit gag. He held it up just to see Qui-Gon's eyes widen, then dropped it onto the bed with the rest of the stuff. A black blindfold was the last item out of that section of the satchel.
"You, um, have a lot of stuff," Qui-Gon said, somehow managing to keep his voice steady.
Obi-Wan put on his most innocent expression as he answered. "Oh, you haven't see the half of it." Reaching into another compartment, he pulled out a vampire glove. It was soft, supple leather with sharp points sticking out of it. Perfect for sensitizing the skin. Next was his favorite - a neuro wheel. He could almost feel Qui-Gon's horror as he held it up, it's thin, inch-long spikes glittering dangerously in the candlelight.
Next, he pulled out a set of nipple clamps that sported faceted blood red teardrop dangles, one box of regular wooden clothespins, and a smaller box of tiny, "mean" clothespins. He couldn't wait to use those!
There was a leather paddle with a rolled handle. It made lots of noise when applied to skin, but didn't have much sting. He set this aside and withdrew three paddles. One was wooden, one was plain leather, and one was leather with metal inside. He slapped this one soundly against his palm, grinning as the action made Qui-Gon flinch.
"That looks like it would hurt," the Jedi Master said, his voice hollow-sounding in the dim light.
Obi-Wan nodded. "It does," he said, holding up his hand to display the still-stinging red palm. "But, there's more." He pulled out a broad leather belt, useful for either spanking or binding, a stiff riding crop of exceptional quality, a slender, flexible cane, and a lucite rod. The latter was a translucent green, the exact color of Qui-Gon's lightsaber.
Next, Obi-Wan pulled out eight floggers. Two were leather with thongs, one stiffer than the other, two were soft, rubbery floggers, one with short "fingers" and one with longer ones, and the next was a rope flogger. There was also one made of purple fur, a purple, green and gold one made of soft bantha skin, and a braided cat o'nine tails.
He looked up again. Qui-Gon was looking decidedly pale. "Perhaps you should sit down, Master," he said solicitously, sweeping a hand toward the bed.
Qui-Gon nodded silently, but moved instead to the chair, apparently wanting to keep his distance from Obi-Wan's "toy box" for as long as possible.
"Now," the younger man said, "let's see what else I have, okay?" Without waiting for a response, he reached back inside his satchel. This time, he pulled out his "purely for sensation" toys. These included an assortment of brushes, fluffy or feathery things, and some scratchy things. These wouldn't cause any pain, and he thought he saw Qui-Gon sigh a little at seeing them. Forcing his face to remain expressionless, Obi-Wan went in for the kill.
The blue eyes he was watching widened as he pulled out a set of four iridescent green restraint cuffs and a large coil of soft rope. Then, carefully removing them from its protective case, he withdrew his cutting toys - a small vibroblade, a large curved knife with a wicked point, and a surgical scalpel.
Qui-Gon shifted in his chair, nervously moistening his lips.
Obi-Wan merely smiled at him as he continued unloading his toys. Next, he brought out an assortment of cock and ball restraints, each more evil looking than the last, a set of needles for body piercing, and, last but not least, his enema equipment.
"That's all, I'm afraid," he said, spreading his hands. He picked up the restraints and stepped toward his Master, grinning as Qui-Gon pressed backwards, swallowing hard. "Now," he purred, one hand coming up to caress the bearded cheek. "Where shall we begin?"
The End