Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
I blink, and a very different version of the same incredible woman fills my eyes. She’s no longer that trembling virgin who’d never been pleasured by another person, shyly exposing her tiny body to a man for the first time. No. Before me lays a sensual woman, a body soft with curves I put there when I filled her with my baby. There’s nothing shy about her as her arms are stretched above her head, dead weight against the padded surface. Her naked tits proudly pointing at the rafters as the red-tinted light makes their tips a dark-maroon. The nerd version of black fuck-me heels and her pink thigh-high socks making a frame for the porn-worthy image of her pussy that’s now glistening with the amount of wetness that’s seeped from her slit.
In fact, it’s so perfect a vision I’d regret not capturing it, to look at it whenever I want.
Following her index-card instructions, I place my hand against the soft skin of her stomach and order, “Don’t move, little doll,” then walk over to the tray table to retrieve my cell. When I return, she’s exactly how I left her. “Voice commands seem to be working so far,” I tease, and I aim the camera, aligning it horizontally to show from the tip of one knee, across her center, to the other.
The flash goes off, and she startles, her legs closing the slightest bit before my growl stops her.
“Don’t. Fucking. Move.”
And although my hand isn’t on her, she follows my command.
I take another picture from the same angle, this time with the flash off so it’ll capture the red light and what it does to the image of her body. Satisfied with the result of both photos, I move my phone, switching between flash and no flash, as I take more pictures from all different angles, mesmerized as I see the tiny reactions my doll’s body is having to the impromptu photo shoot.
She might feel embarrassed or awkward, but she’s getting off on the discomfort.
Masochistic.
Because it doesn’t have to be physical pain that sexually arouses someone in order for them to be considered a masochist.
A part of me wants to deep-dive into the reasoning behind why these feelings have awoken inside her. And I will, along with scheduling a visit with Doc at his earliest convenience. But for now, for tonight’s scene, I’ll just be extra careful as we dip our toes in, allowing her to experience a kiddie-pool version of a masochist getting to play with a former professional sadist… before tossing her into the deep end.
I walk to the head of the padded table and set my phone there, keeping it handy in case other positions I put her in speak to me and demand I capture them.
Trailing a finger from the center of her palm and along one of her outstretched arms still above her head as I stroll toward my spot at the other end, I glimpse her open eyes as she stares up at the rafters. I take a moment to check in with her, because she appears to be dissociating.
“Color, doll?”
Without missing a beat, she responds, “Green, Master,” punctuating it with one of her practiced blinks.
“Very good girl,” I purr, then continue back down her body until I’m positioned at the foot of the table, staring at the most intensely cock-hardening image I’ve ever viewed in my life. “If you were real, I’d make you look at yourself right now, so you could see how maddeningly sexy you are, little doll. But, alas, you’re not. You’re a mindless object meant to be used for my pleasure. And according to your instructions, we need to complete this step before I get to do that. So let’s proceed, shall we?”
It's a test, and I’m really starting to like this game.
She doesn’t answer—because as a doll, she hasn’t been “programmed” to unless my hand is on her—passing with flying colors.
And little things are starting to occur to me about this whole situation she’s orchestrated.
As a doll, she doesn’t have to speak more than a simple yes, no, or color. She doesn’t have to try to answer naughty questions I might pose, which a lot of the time makes her choke up and freeze. This scene takes all that off her plate.
“I guess… since you’re just a toy, I don’t need to bother with gentle caresses and sweet kisses to make you pliable and needy. So in that case….”
That’s all the notice my sub gets before I slide two fingers deep into her pussy. I smile to myself when her head arches back and her lips part as she gasps, her eyes flaring with life. I see her throat work as she swallows, forcing herself back into character, and fighting to stay there as I start to move my fingers.