Alternatively you can pay extra for a muscular dom to try the toys out on you. (Inspired by me having cuffs now, but no one to tie me up with them/ use them on)

Make me suffer for having a cock, because I shouldn't have one. Now that I do, it shouldn't get to cum again unless for the most degrading and painful ways, over and over again until my brain goes blank.

She was CERTAIN that you had planned this, so she first gagged you and slammed the strap-on into your poor hole without lubing it, all while whispering degrading things into your ears. "You wanted me to find you like this right? You wanted your sister to peg you, you pervert!"....

Suddenly they're deaf to the safeword I scream, until my complaints bore them and I'm gagged with their cock/pussy/underwear. They're certainly going to have a great weekend.....

I don't need the annoying existential crisis when I try to think about wheter I'm really non-binary, bi, asexual, aromantic or just faking it for no sensible reason. I just need a cock in my mouth that rams so deep inside me that all thoughts go blank.

I don't need the daily worrying about a degree and a job, I need the daily worrying of wheter master invited friends again to gangbang me or just plans something else sadistic for when he comes back from work to break my body even more.

And a drinkbowl that works as both my and my kidnappers urinal. I don't need a phone or access to video games, just a cut out piece of newspaper that conveniently only shows the article of me missing and a tv experience that is limited to the news talking about my disappearance and degrading porn.