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From the Bighouse to the Dollhouse

By: Patroc



Oh christ now she's showing them the "wedding pictures", its so humiliating! I should have gone to Mexico not here to Canada where they have extradition! But I'm getting ahead of myself aren't I?

Escaping from prison since privatization is no biggy, a bottle of hair dye to make my hair literally orange like one of those punk kids what work in the kitchens and the guards barley glance at the photo ID clipped to the lapel of my contractors uniform which was brought in for a measly three hundred bucks by another one of them wage slaves that the contractors get.

But even these few simple arrangements are no easy task from inside the joint, that's where she comes into the picture. Long story short we were matched up through a website that matches up prisoners with lonely ladies to become pen-pals. So naturally I fled to her place in Canada rather then the smart thing and head south of the border.

Now I wasn't in the lockup for all that long, a litter under three years, and I don't cotton none to that boy friend nonsense like so many does when the loneliness gets to one. So when I got to finally meet with her it wouldn't have mattered if she had a face like a mule and the body of pig you could have stuck a fork in me 'cause I was done!

But she weren't no dog, indeed while she was a bit older then myself she was still one red hot dame! Long legs, stacked and wide alluring hips, you getting the picture? She was built like a god damn brick shit house is what I'm trying to say!

And while we are on it I'd best mentions her abode. It's more of a grand compound. A vast estate who knows how many acres? There's a main house and an obligatory pool house which is where she "keep's" me.

Sex addition, is there such a thing? I believe so, now. At first when I arrived we did it morning noon and night! And after 3 years with out you can only imagine what a feast after the famine it had been! Then the "games" started at first she had me tie her up and wear the fancy costumes, while I played prison guard. Long story short, it reversed itself in real short order.

So I put my foot down at long last and refused to "play" along any longer. And that my friends was when the trap was at long last snapped shut on me. She said she would put me out with nothing! And inform the local constabulary that a dangerous American escaped convict was on the loose. Did I mention we were in the northern tracts of Quebec? They don't like it much none here if you don't speak French, and less so if you are an American. And being winter and all, I'd die in the cold and snow if the Mounties didn't find and arrest me. So back to jail, death by hypothermia or the lady and her games, that one were a no brainer.

So playing her games became a no choice situation. Which brings us to today and she and her friends having a giggle fit over "the wedding" pictures. Now first let me tell you her friends are all much younger and are dressed in "club" wear, tight fitting ultra short dresses with parts missing in strategic places to reveal more then conceal. And boy do these doxies fill out them fucker-wear mini's!

Any way this all really gets started about a month or two ago, recall what I said earlier of sex addition, well she wouldn't be able to keep me her addict with out supplying the goods. But part of her game is to see to it that the addict in me is always jonesing.

And its always feast or famine with her. So it was during one of her feasts sessions that it all began. I won't go into details about the "chastity" device my member is kept locked up in. Suffice to say the simple padlock on it wouldn't stop any one from my cell block for a moment. So getting it off is no "problemo", problem is getting caught. The whole pool house is wired like one of them reality shows. First and last time I got caught taking the damn thing off she chained me up in the basement (which is outfitted as her dungeon) with the kind of restraint devices that would stop cold my entire cell block from getting free of. The beating and ass raping I'd been subjected to saw to it I kept my thingy lock down.

And while it keeps my tool from any "pleasures" being a kind of clear plastic tube where it's attached around the base of my jewel sack it leaves them on display for my ladies inspection and subjugations. It doesn't help much that the only clothes for me are either her assortment of special costumes or the smock I am wearing now, which keeps everything below my waist quite bare and on constant display.

But I digress, during one of her sex feasts she was trying too discover how many times a day she could make me cum for her. Now as I said she's a hot looking cookie, but a fellow can only drink from the well so many times and all. So she started getting porno stuff off the web and satellite dish. That's when she and I discovered I had a bit of a fetish for Asian dames, one particular porn star in fact, the actual one is of no import.

Then came my next famine. She locked me up good in my cock cage and went off to who knows where. (I later learned to Japan. Where they manufacture such things, where she had to have this one custom built to her specifications.) Any way it had been a whole month of not getting any by the time she gets back. And while my balls weren't actually blue they sure as hell felt like it! And I almost had a 24 hour a day rock solid hard on. The only relief I had gotten in all that time was after the first few days of this solitude, was a god damn wet dream.

So when she got back I thought I was going to be in heaven again. But such was not the case.

"I've brought you some pictures of someone I'd like you to meet soon." Were almost her first words to me. The women in the pictures was dressed rather conservatively in an oriental gown with long slit along one side revealing one hose encased leg with the stocking's welt showing clearly. And I almost recognized her as that Asian porn star, but it was clearly not her just a woman with very similar features.

As she showed me more of her "pictures" she clasped my balls gently in her hand as if trying to read my reaction to each new photo. Finally she unlocked me. And I thought for sure we were going to have some wild sex. Wrong. She handed me a bottle of baby oil and stood behind me, "Ok toyboy I want you to whack off on those photos starting now!" When I turned my head to address this, she walloped me good. Saying, "Your choice bucko, either whack it for me now or it's back in lockdown mode for say another month or two!"

My balls were almost swollen with the need to release and the threat of further enforced chastity was enough to get my hand wet with the baby oil and working the length of my month long hardened shaft. The girl in the photo's was so very much like the one in the fuck flicks that had so turned me on, and while none of the photo's were very revealing it wouldn't have taken much anyway for me to get my rocks off just the same.

To be sure I spattered a large hot load over them in short order. As soon as my member had stopped its post ejaculation heaving's, she reached around from behind me with her tiny fists slicked up with more oil and began stroking me off in the way only she knew how to do. "Come on honey look at the pretty girlfriend I have for you." And though even her handling my tool right after orgasm was something I generally disliked I was still so backed up with cum I had no problem with this. So I obliged her and looked at the photo's while she handled me like a pro. And long story short she had me pumping more man juice onto the photos.

Lather rinse repeat, if you followed the directions on the side of a bottle of shampoo you'd never be done. Well that's how the next few days worked. She had a huge portfolio of those damn picture's and if she wasn't abusing my shaft she was seeing to it that I did. First thing in the morning she'd wake me and get me handling my self to the pictures which were very completely revealing or at most showing her in scanty lingerie. Her pussy and ass were picture perfect and even her muff had been groomed to near perfection in the little landing strip so popular in today's sex vid's.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. 

"I want you used to cumming for her, when she gets here, silly!" was her brief reply.

"You want me to have sex with your friends? And you're training me to do it? Have you gone freaking insane?" was my only response.

She laughed so hard at this, and of course it really was quite funny. At least from where she was sitting. Falling down isn't funny when it happens to you, but watching some one else is a laugh riot. And I think you can guess who the fall guy is in this scene. Of course you can guess that after all this it was back into my cock cage for the next few weeks during which she had me measured for a Tux. Well at least for the jacket part.

What goes on in the main house is mostly unknown to me in the pool house. So when she told me to put on my "Tux" and get over to the main house I didn't have a clue. She met at the back door and quickly guided me into the living room and practically threw me down on the big over stuffed couch, crushing her mouth to mine. She snaked her tongue deeply into my throat so much so I had to stifle my gag reflex to accommodate her wanton passions. 

Naturally my manhood was as stiff as ever in the confines of the chastity device and in addition she had taken a hold of my packaged balls and wrapped the rest of her warm hands around the base of my shaft so even through the thick plastic tube encasing me I could feel how hot she was. And as usual after my lengthy chastity I was desperate for her and having her hot little hand against my flesh was all I wanted in the world.

"Now honey I know how very much you want to be let out of your chastity belt, but I'm only going to let you out if you do exactly what I tell you to do. And one of the things you are not going to do is cum until instructed too, because if you do its right back into lockdown and if you think a few weeks was bad you ain't seen nothing yet!"

Oh gods I thought, not another one of these denial games. But what could I, do but agree. She had me not only by the short hairs but by the long arm of the law so while I wasn't in prison any longer I was still very much a prisoner of her.

Once she let me out we had a make out session on the couch, she stripped off her shirt as I unclasped her bra causing her full breasts to trundle free of their confines. She guided my head to suckle at one nipple, I took it into my mouth and pulled hard on it bring as much of her flesh into my mouth as I could, then squeezing it out again between tightly pressed lips before repeating. She moaned sweetly as I did this, she had never even known how much she liked this until I had taught it to her, life can be so very odd. Of course all this fore play was keeping me in turgid state of utter rampancy, which was of course what she desired.

After a time I thought finally she was going to take some pity on me as she went down on me, but as she did she spoke these dark and more dreaded words "Don't you dare cum, if you think you are going to with draw at once! NO FUCKING CUM, for you! GOT IT?" 

Even as she first pressed her lips gently to the tip of my glans I began quivering in fear or excitement I am at a loss to say, but as her mouth engulfed me fully I was struck with both a wave arousal and nausea. I grabbed up her head and pulled her off of me. "Please Mistress I can not control myself."

"Oh, excellent!" she squealed back at me, she wiped at her chin where a long strand of sticky seminal leakage clung and even though she had taken her mouth away a very steady stream of translucent fluid flowed unabated form the tip of my cock, oozing its way down in a long viscous line along its underside.

She gave my hard on one affection pat, grabbing up some cum and putting one cummy bright red manicured finger tip to her red glossy lips "This way you will have a boner for as long as I need!"

The "reveal" came next as she pulled back a curtain that divided the room. What do I say, she never does anything half way and the elaborate set up that was there was mind numbing. The second thing to catch my eye was the photographers flat which depicted a clergyman standing before a none descript church like background. Even as I was taking all this in she was grabbing up her digital camera.

Now getting back to the first thing I noticed which had made my heart sink so hard I almost collapsed to the floor in a heap. She'd spent days and days getting me off on those pictures, to the point I had actually begun to fantasies about meeting the girl in them for real. I didn't have any real expectations of doing it with her like Mistress seemed to imply, I figured it was be more of a way to tease me and humiliate me in front of her if I bonered up at the mere sight of her. 

Well now I realized the pictures had been airbrushed up a bit, because what stood before me while ultra-lifelike was one of those ten thousand dollar latex love dolls. She was dressed up in white fish net stockings a white mini-skirt that only half covered her be-thonged ass, a white corset and topping off her "wedding dress" a white halter with spaghetti straps.

Don't get me wrong when I tell you that while you'd never mistake this love-doll for a real woman that it wasn't still hot and erotic Her lips were full, red and glossy her red fingernails while fake were just as real as the fake ones women do wear. And her anatomy both below and above the waist was done up in hyper realism with colors and textures that over emphasized its femininity, or maybe I was just too fucking horny to know any better.

"You like her! You think she's pretty!" Mistress sang in a sing song like voice teasing me to no end! "You want to have sex with her! She make's your lil' cocky weep more juices and dance!" Indeed I could feel my hard-on jumping in sympathy with my heart beat something it usually only did in post orgasmic release. 

She continued on in her sing song teasing voice, "Well if you LOOOOVVVVVEEEE her SOOOO much then you will just have to marry her!" She guided me to stand next to the love-doll who was holding a plastic bunch of flower, how appropriate. And she began her portrait taking in earnest. "Put your arm around her and put your face up close to hers!" was the first pose she demanded of me. More followed, I had to pose kissing her and with her holding my very exposed dick instead of my hand, I had to carry her over to a chair and pose her seated so she could take pictures of me taking off her garter with my teeth and so many more.

When all this had grown so tiresome that even my abused and teased dick slackened off to semi rigidity, that at last she ceased this endeavor. "Ok back into your storage container my little lonely penis." At which point I nearly struck her, I'd had it up to here with this none stop tease! But she was just so good at reading me that before I could even fully think my murderous thoughts "But don't worry! You and your wifey are going to have a wonderful honeymoon! And I promise you lots of sex, I'm not leaving you hanging I promise you will have a wicked hot sexy time of it, and I'll let you, no I will make you cum loads and loads. But I just need a few more hours of patience from you. Please???" She said this in her best saccharine voice as she got a good grip on my drooling pole and locked it up once again.

"Ok, ok I know I'm being too cruel to you my little sweetie. And I know how very badly you need to be sexed dry. But be a dear and carry your new wifey back to your "doll house". And I will be along shortly, but expect company you can't have a wedding reception with out guests.

Oh and while you are locked up feel free to make out with your wife and play with her tits and ass all you like. But nothing too rough, her skeleton is much tougher then her latex shell and you can at pressure points like her hip and elbow cause ruptures!"

So as she left me then to this task, I will admit that as carried it in my arms to what had been christened "The Dollhouse" I was more then a little curious to explore this more then slightly realistic love-doll. So when next I examined "Her" I found its breasts felt about as real as any woman's who has had implant augmentation surgery. Though while the skin was not exactly like latex it still did not feel exactly like human skin either. But her nipples and areola were large and dark compared to her flesh tone, to mimic the coloring of that porn queen she so resembled. And that had a certain added allure.

As for her cunt I had studied it in the pictures so often that it was like seeing an old friend, its folds revealing a bright pink slit at its center, I then found that her pussy's lips were malleable like a kids stretch toy, I could pose the pussy blooming open in deep sexual arousal and over time it would shrink back to its original shape and form.

Even her feet were done up with realistic toe nails painted a garish red that Mistress knew turned me on. Sadly her face was the greatest let down, this was the one thing Mistress had altered with airbrushing in the photo's she had been "getting me ready" with. Now it isn't to say she was not a beautiful doll, but a lifeless face is still just lifeless and there is just no getting around that. I was surely not inclined to make out with it, as Mistress had stressed I should so I didn't explore the dolls mouth, which it would turn out was no small wonder of fuck doll technology.

Which brings us back to the beginning of the story, with her friends admiring the newly printed wedding pic's. Her friends are all fox's from what few I have met and these three were no exceptions. Two of them were blondes one platinum the other one a honey streaked blonde with flowing hair that ran down to her waste (No doubt a wig, but given my new situation who was I to point fingers?). 

The third one was an aspiring actress from the western provinces who was trying to break into the burgeoning Canadian television industry, she was also of Korean decent I guessed by her high wide cheek bones. She was new to Mistress's inner circle I would later learn and was part Korean and Vietnamese and so was fluent in French. Which made her ideal for local summer stock theatre here in Quebec. Which was the carrot Mistress had offered her in return for a "working relationship". Mistress has her finger in a lot of pies in this area you can be assured of that.

So there I was back in my smock while they passed the photo's back and fourth and occasionally glanced over at my caged up cock. After this had gotten old, they adjourned to the engineering control room, I told you before this house is wired like a reality show with camera's and microphone pick ups everywhere. It is from the control room that you can monitor all the goings on everywhere in the house. After she had sequestered her guests in the control room she returned to me and again released me from the confinement of my chastity belt.

She had dressed up in tight black pvc with a captains hat and riding crop and wore her thigh high stiletto heeled boots. The pvc teddy had a very high waist line that fully exposed her hips except for a tiny thong that narrowed as it made its way betwixt her legs, and from behind it only just boosted and squeezed Mistress's ample buttocks into a perfect valentine shape.

To complete the setting she snapped an oversized leather collar around my neck with its attached chain and led me down into the "dollhouse's" dungeon, before hand cuffing me with my hands behind my back She had already taken my "wifey" down there and had tied her up

A spreader bar was manacled to her ankles, her arms had been placed in a binding glove that enwrapped them from wrist to upper mid-arm binding them snuggly behind her back. The binding glove was in turn chained down to the spreader bar leaving her on her knees with back bent in a back ward arch. I had enjoyed (which is not the word I would use) that same binding myself when Mistress wanted me to perform in extended oral sex upon her.


From the Bighouse to the Dollhouse



Better the Doll then me I thought.

Mistress spoke to no one in particular, "Ladies are you all comfortable? Have you got a good angel on all of us?" this last she said indicating my "wifey" all hogtied. I couldn't make out the individual words that came from a tiny wireless headset mistress was wearing but I did know she got a positive response from her next actions. Holding onto my handcuffed arms she frog marched me in front of the doll and reaching around me placed my dick against the dolls semi open mouth. Her lips were actually softer then a real woman's but the skin still had an artificial feel to it.

But oh gods how teased I had been for so long I could cum on command if just allowed to stick my dick in even a toaster! "Let's get the first one out of the way lover boy." Mistress whispered in my ear but with the headset pickup on it was no secret to the eavesdroppers in the control room what she had just told me.

She reached around my waist with both hands newly slicked up in mineral oil and grabbed up my cock and with out so much as a "by your leave" and began vigorously beating my meat. She had her desired results after only a tiny amount of manhandling to my overly wanting shaft.

As she felt me beginning to squirt my load out she pressed my cock's head between the doll's lips forcing its soft sensitive end up against the dolls tongue. I was not sure what exactly I was feeling at first, the tongue was solid and meaty like a real one it was even hot and moist! Of course I took none of this in at that exact moment, instead my whole body was heaving and trembling at the so long pent up gelatinous man load. So in blissful ignorance I just kept unloading burst after burst into the doll's open mouth.

Finally after what had to be a record for even me under Mistress's ministrations I began to taper off, and my still cum drooling cock stopped its furied spasming. "Can you feel your wify's tongue lover boy? It's special, the latest in surgical replacement flesh. The warmth and moisture are just from a palm oil that feels warm on contact. You like it, yes?"

My eyes were only partly open as I surged a few last late minute squirts out due to Mistress's kneading my swollen purple veined member in her hands. So I simply nodded. She continued to knead my penis milking me of any final fluid she could summon up. Only once she was sure I had finally been run dry did she bring me to my knees to face the love-doll face to face.

I was just content to kneel with my eyes barely open, not moving, but Mistress had other plans. Leaving the dolls ankles still manacled she released its arms from the bondage glove and undid my hand cuffs. She then instructed me in her usual stern tones, when I was to do as she said with out any back talk while my mind remained in its happy little fog so I was not of mind to disobey her anyway.

"Take your wifey's arms and put then around your neck...good. Now let me just help you with her head." Things started to happen all at once then. First the doll stared speaking in a heavy fake Asian accent. Ok, obvious to you now it was the voice of the young actress Mistress had taken to the control room and the voice was coming from a sound system buried in the dolls head.

At the same time it spoke Mistress yanked back my head by pulling on my hair rather sharply and pressed the dolls face and lips to mine.

"You like cum in my mouth stud boy, now me do same for you, stud boy." The doll spoke while its tongue surged forward into my own mouth as the mouth was partly articulated and controlled by my Mistress who thumbed the remote to cause this.

"You like tasty tasty cum stud boy? If you not likey why you think me do?" as the doll frenched me its thick meaty tongue was pumping its mouth empty of my generous ball load My thick sticky load was salty and bitter on my tongue but trying to spit it out with its massive tongue filling my mouth was well nigh impossible. "Swallow it up stud boy or me not make boom boom with you! Swallow it HOAR." I continued to sputter for some moments longer. Mistress grew impatient with me and so did the doll's voice actress. "My nookie has surprises you not like stud boy, do you want the lady or the tiger in your bed?" I didn't know what the hell she was saying but I knew a threat when I heard it. And in this prison of licentiousness passions I know threats were all too real. So I began to swallow and with each new swallow of my own cum the doll pumped out the next load I had spent in it. I would swallow and next the tongue would retract and french me anew carrying another salty and now cold mouthful of my own cum. And after who knows how long Mistress released me from its mouth.

"What you not like kissing your wife!? What kind husband that make you?" the doll teased as I tried to wipe my own cum still dripping from my mouth and chin. "Kiss me, kiss me stud boy, show me how much you loving me!" the doll grew increasingly demanding. I quickly figured from Mistress's body language I had better obey. I gently kissed its lips with mine and hoped that damned tongue would stay put and much to my relief it did. But this honeymoon had not even gotten started yet.

Mistress had me set up "wifey" on the "sex table". It was actually just a standard message table which had some rather heavy modifications added to it to restrain ones arms and legs into various positions. She had me take the spreader bar still anchored to the dolls ankles and hang it from a hook suspended above the table for that very purpose.

Next she brought out a leather satchel that was obviously very heavy. I would later learn that the doll had many interchangeable parts. For the wedding and my post wedding examination of it, it had been in "glamour" mode, using those parts that were the most realistic looking if not the most functional. So it was from the bag she removed its functional cunt and ass hole.

It was all very modular and switching out parts was done in next to no time. Its functional parts still had many realistic looking traits but as they were mechanical there was a certain boxiness to them in order to accommodate these works. It was also not wireless as Mistress made a great show of plugging it into the wall outlet.

"Give your wife a little finger bang first lover I want you to get introduced to her slowly before I allow you to deflower your little exotic hottie." I did as I was told and I slipped my finger between its cunt lips, I again felt a material that was warm slick and meaty, it must have been made from the same substance as the tongue had been. As soon as I had place the full length of my finger in her Mistress used the control to turn it on. Contained inside the mechanized vaginal wall was a massager, and Mistress began to run it through a wide range of settings. I won't boar you with all the different message settings, any one who has ever played in a Sharper Image at a mall will know from all their message toys.

Next she demonstrated the difference between the lady and the tiger. The dolls mechanical massagers were very powerful, explaining the need for the use of house current as opposed to a hidden battery and the amount of force it could bring to bear in a crushing battering message squeezed my much thinner then cock finger very uncomfortably! Once in this vice I couldn't pull my finger free and that's when it shocked me! And no I don't me as in surprised I mean as in electrocuted me albeit lightly.

"That's the zapper at its lowest most mild setting lover boy. Get the picture? "Wifey" has teeth so you better get used to doing as she tells you to, or just as you were told it will be the tiger you take to your bed and not the lady." Even I could hear the giggling over the comm. piece in Mistress's ear.

Still with a case of the giggles the doll spoke "Now we make boom boom, stud boy. We make boom boom long time now, yes?" I looked back at Mistress's black pvc encased body and thought how much more I would prefer to couple with her then this damn doll but she shot daggers back at me with her icy cold eyes. My finger was still buried its vice like grip the mild electro shock had been mercifully brief and Mistress released my finger.

"Time to mount up lover boy." Mistress commanded of me. "I know you got plenty more left to squirt out of there." She continued while gripping my banger and mash. Knowing full well what my response would be to her adroitly ardent touch. "This isn't going to be a wam bam thank you ma'am fuck session either, lover boy. You do as she tells you and 'Boom boom long time', you want to please your new wife on her first night in wedded bliss don't you hon? So you hold your water, young man until you bring her off. 

I know you wouldn't have been capable with your fist gusher but then that's why I made that one easy on you so you could resume having a little self control. Now get busy and treat her like a lady. Make sure you kiss and fondle your wifey while you fuck her so she knows you care about her needs and aren't using her as some jag off toy."

Only in my life could I be dominated by a freaking doll, how had I ended up in such a plight I wondered not for the last time. So I climbed up on the table with my "wifey" and did as "she" instructed. "You wrap my long sexy brown legs about you waist and fuck me hard." I slipped my dick into the device and it felt wonderful, oh maybe it lacked that certain tingle I feel from real flesh but it was not a bad substitute at all. I slowly fucked it at first, while kissing her lips and protruding tongue as she directed me too."

"Suck my tongue slut!" she said with her tongue sticking out of her mouth a good few inches "Suck it like you made me suck your dicky, move your head up and down it like it were biggy woody shafty!" I have to say that this voice actress was turning me on and I kind of got into it. "You good dick sucker slut! You make me want cum all over you face." Mistress then took the cue for what it was and turned on the massager in the pussy. At first it was a bit disconcerting but its motions repeated themselves and as I became familiar with its range of motion I was able to move with them rather then against them and this heightened my pleasure greatly.

"Now you kiss my titties some too." Was my next assigned task. I brought my head down to her chest and placed my head in her very ample if not very flowing artificial cleavage gently pulling its soft orbs together around my face, turning my head from one nipple to the other sucking and kissing them while I squeezed and fondled them to my face. They were really very large like the porn queens and while even faker the view was just as real and I'd been trained to cum on just pictures of these things so having them in my face was triggering all kinds of wired mental reactions. I don't think I was the only one getting turned on either by my performance. I could hear Mistress's breathing growing heavier and my little tormentor's voice was now just so much heavy breathing.

And I have to say this doll was turning me on something fierce by now, I took a moment for to pull myself up her chest to her face and I found myself looking at her full mouth and dark brown eyes and she really was very, very lovely. And just as suddenly I felt myself let loose my load deeply into her while still lost in her glistening still gaze.

As my rod spat out one heavy jet after another I clung tightly to her hips with my fingers sinking deeply into her very fleshy silicone buttocks that self same ass that I had been masturbating to in those photo's and now actually feeling of them in my hands was doing things inside my head that I do not have adequate words for.

"You so hot studboy, your wad is so hotty in a me! You fuck so big and hard in me, I think you big having biggest fucking tool I ever known. You make me feel likey you split me in two!" Listening to the voice actress egg me on was also driving me insane too. I'd never been with a hooker and the few women I had slept with never carried on anything like this. So naturally as I was just really beginning to enjoy this Mistress steps in to the picture.

I hadn't noticed her standing at the head of the table as I was just enjoying a really good post coital moment. But as soon as I heard her speak my heart began to race anew, what would she do to me at this very vulnerable moment? My mind began to race with the thought of being electrically zapped by this dolls electric cunt, but before I could even fully form a coherent thought, I felt the dolls mechanize vagina walls bearing down on my still raging hard on.

"How sweet you two look in your lovers embrace, how locked together in love you two must be! Why just look how you don't want to pull out of your loving wifey even after you have sullied her virginity with all you sticky goo! That's just so sweet, I'm just going to leave you two lovers alone to your romance." She was holding my head by gripping a handful of my hair so that we were face to face as she made this pronouncement. Even as she was saying this I was seeing if the doll's vice like embrace of my manhood could be slipped free of as I gave a few experimental tugs to pull free.

I think I might have been able to, if I could just return to a more flaccid state. But Mistress's all to persistent of denying me sex for lengthy periods to be followed by her rapidly repeating sex sessions had left me in such a way that once I started I couldn't stop until I'd been fucked and/or masturbated numerous times in a row.

So I lay there with my dick stuck in virtual cement as I listed to Mistress's heals clack as she strode away. Time passed very slowly as I'm sure you can imagine. But that's for another chapter.