Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Carefully standing up, because for some reason I wasn’t as steady as I should’ve been, I told myself nothing fancy, no wiggles or handstands, and I was just going to stay on my feet.
Ha.
Did it.
“Alright, it’s better when Owner does it, so you’ll have to use your imagination.” As I stripped off the boring clothes I’d worn over to the sleepover, Ian stretched out by the couch and was telling the ceiling what a good word imagination was.
He was right, but we’d have to talk about that later.
Getting naked took a lot of concentration.
“There we go.” Okay, I was naked. “Now, pretend I’m fancy and a princess.”
What were we doing?
Oh, I was showing Lane about being a doll.
How had I forgotten that?
“I still don’t understand.” Lane sighed, bracing his elbows on the table. “But you’re very pretty naked. I’m not saying you’re not.”
Of course he wasn’t, that would’ve just been silly.
“I know.” Smiling as Ian patted Lane’s head for me, I stood straighter and put my arms out. It was almost perfect, so I closed my eyes for a moment and thought about being pretty for Owner.
There. Opening my eyes, I looked down at my perfect erection…not too big and not too little. Now I was ready. Lane would have to understand how wonderful it was. “I have to be very still and let him get me dressed and take good care of me.”
I was so good for Owner.
Hmm, this would be better if we had something fancy to dress me in…hmm, did littles have tiaras? They played dress-up, right?
“He takes good care of you?” Lane’s question made me forget about getting sparkly and I smiled as I thought about Owner.
“Oh yes, I’m very precious to him.” I was Owner’s special doll. “That’s why he’s going slow.”
But it was kind of frustrating that I couldn’t be special while we went fast.
We’d gone on dates and had talked and cuddled and we’d even gone grocery shopping together so Owner had food I could make him eat.
I was so patient and helpful, I hadn’t even asked about getting fucked in three whole days.
“Going slow is…thoughtful?” Ian scrunched up his face like even he didn’t believe that nonsense, but it was okay, we could pretend it was.
“It makes Owner happy.” I shrugged, still not understanding why I couldn’t move in with him. It’d been over three weeks.
That was forever.
And he needed me.
“It makes him happy when I take care of him too.” Sitting down, because being a doll was hard, I looked around the room. “I think…do you know if he ate dinner?”
I couldn’t remember.
Lane couldn’t seem to remember either, but he did remember that I was a cute doll. “I think I get it.”
Nodding, he waved his hand high like when I’d been standing. “You were a very good doll.”
He was so nice.
“If we can find something sparkly or soft later, I’ll show you how I can be even prettier.” Looking at the best subs in the whole world, I knew they could be pretty dolls too. “I’ll show you. It’ll be fun. We just need some kind of accessories.”
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“Oh.” Ian’s surprised gasp as he wiggled was making the silky fabric rub over my nipples. “I don’t think this was supposed to happen.”
Hmm.
Possibly not.
“If you squirm, I might get stuck and come. So I need you to decide what order we should do that in.” It seemed like we were doing stuck then orgasm, but I wasn’t sure. I’d figure that out once I discovered why my hands didn’t work.
I wasn’t sure I could come hands-free like this.
Hmm, would Owner say I couldn’t come like this?
Damn it. We needed to have another discussion.
I was never going to be able to move in with him.
“Houston, we have a problem.” Kenton’s serious tone distracted me from my orgasm and my frustration and I looked up to see him talking on the phone.
Had he called Owner?
I wasn’t sure he’d approve of his doll being on the floor…that wouldn’t be taking good care of his doll. Right? Naked with an erection meant I should be on a bed?
As a booming voice came through the speaker, Kenton squeaked and the phone went flying. “Help, I think I did it wrong.”
Luckily, Lane saved the day and caught it before it hit the floor. He even figured out the right way to hold the phone. Lane was so smart. Video calls were difficult. One hand on the phone and one hand on your dick without dropping either was very challenging.
“Oh, you’re there.” Lane smiled as someone’s face showed up on his phone.
Who had he called?
Had he called to get help? Could a psychic help? They had long numbers, though. Could Lane have remembered one of those?
Hmm, maybe we should’ve called Owner instead?
When the face on the phone frowned and asked where Ian was, I realized it couldn’t be a psychic unless they were a really good one. But instead of telling the psychic what a good job he’d done, Lane just sighed and looked nervous. “Well…”