0 comments/ 52241 views/ 8 favorites The Doll By: Erotic_Angel The time was almost right, how long had he waited for this chance, this perfect opportunity? Too long, by his own reckoning. He had wanted her, watched her, seen the scorn she had for those beneath her station, watched as she had shamelessly flirted and teased the men in her employ, only to cut them loose from their growing fantasies with razor sharp talons, setting them adrift, knowing she would never be theirs. Well, all that ended tonight. The Master of the house was going on an extended tour of his holdings, and she had begged off, wanting to remain home and not accompany him on what she saw as another boring business trip. So she would stay, and he had already left, the limo was just now leaving the grounds and making its way to the airport. Leaving her alone in the house. It was perfect, he had here there for two entire weeks, limited staff, no staff but himself in the evenings, and now, now he would have his chance. The revenge would be sweet. He had planned it out for months now, gathering all the things he needed, talking to the people who could help him make this happen, the Bocor in New York, the Priestess in New Orleans, he had spoken with countless others, but those were the two who had helped him the most. Now he sat, stripped of his shirt, the symbols carefully painted on his broad chest, the small shack hot, almost stifling as he say in the center of another symbol, his things spread carefully before him in a semi-circle. The odd chanting came from his lips as his hands began to move over the pieces, the carefully sculpted doll being the first he picked up, the form busty, lithe and sleek like she was, and he held it in his hands reverently, staring down at it with a sadistic smile. Looking back to the other things, he began to work, the chant never ceasing, the heat seeming to increase with each passing minute as he carefully places the hair atop the head of the doll. He had gathered the hair from her brush, follicles still in place, and he attached it carefully, working the ends of the fine strands into the wax firmly. Next his hands moved to the small dress, made from a pair of her lace panties, her juices dried in the crotch, their scent musky and deep, and he paused, taking in the scent briefly before placing the dress over the doll with infinite care. His smile only growing, he picked up the next item, one that would add the most powerful of all touches to the doll. Though it had turned his stomach a bit to do this, he had known it was needed, known that this, alone, would make the doll different from others, and he reached forward, plucking up the small baggie and carefully extracting the bloody gauze. She had cut herself in the garden, and he had preserved the gauze in the bag, keeping it moist, and he used it now to paint the lips of the doll, tracing the curves carefully, before moving it down and touching the tips of the waxen fingers, finally placing some on the toes of the doll, and lastly, and this he did with great relish, he raised the skirt of the doll and painted the waxen sex a soft red. Placing the gauze into the bowl before him, his chants grew louder, and he set the gauze, along with the left over hair and panties aflame in the bowl. He could have sworn as he did this the small shed shook, that the very foundation hummed with a secret and awesome power, but he tried to pay it no mind, the ritual was complete, the doll was perfection, and now was the time to test it out. He rose, slipping on a shirt and left the heated shack, the cool caress of the night air striking like a physical blow after the searing heat and he paused, breathing deeply before making his way to the house. He crept inside, the doll held loosely so as not to melt the wax, and he made his way upstairs, where he knew she'd be. It was late, and her routine when the Master was gone was to sit on the bed, drinking champagne and watching old sappy movies, as she got progressively smashed. Creeping into the room next to hers, he moves to the closet, where a well-concealed hole had been placed, and watched her through the small opening. Yes, there she was, sprawled out over the bed, her lush curved covered in a scant nightie of lace, the customary glass of champagne in her delicate hand, her deep brown eyes glued to the screen. Her legs were exposed, the nightie having ridden up as she shifted over the bed, letting her long toned thighs be seen almost up to the matching panties he knew she was wearing, and he grinned to himself, allowing her to finish most of the bottle before starting with his little experiment. He knew it would work, it had to, he had put such care into every detail, and as her face began to take on the droopy lidded look of someone well into getting drunk, he began, at first a simple touch, the pad of one fingers sliding over the cheek of the doll and down across the slender neck. His smile broadening as he watched her eyes widen on the bed, one hand rising to her neck as though to shoo something away. He grinned, his finger moving down now over the doll, caressing the waxen breasts slowly and she moaned in response, the sound surprising her, and she blinked, sitting up a bit unsteadily, letting off a nervous little laugh. His finger kept caressing the breasts, watching as her nipples hardened under the scant nightie now, her gaze shifting down to view them as though she might be able to see what was touching her. Of course, she saw nothing, but the odd sensation of having her tits played with continued, and she blinked and laid back on the bed, her back arched slightly as the sensations played over her. His hand lowered over the doll, staying above the material as the pad of his finger now played over the wax pussy, rotating it in slow circles, and he watched in glee as she began to writhe on the bed. His hand moving up under the cloth now, his finger playing over the wax sex slowly, teasingly and her moans increased, her body twisting on the bed like a wanton slut as he stroked the doll, his cock becoming larger and harder with every sound which she made. Finally he decided it was time, and he left the closet, slowly opening the door to the room in which she laid, taking in her figure, his hands never stopping their dance over the doll and she cried out in passion as she moved on the bed, her hands now roaming over her body. He strode over, leaving his finger between the dolls legs and with one quick jerk, tore open her nightgown. Her eyes flew open as her large breasts were exposed, as her dripping wet panties came into view and she tried to cover herself clumsily, but both hands were on the doll again, and he leered down at her as he stroked and caressed the doll heatedly, the sensations once more washing over her in waves of fire and she whimpered, writhing heatedly once more under his touches, unable to stop herself as he mauled her via the doll. 'I knew you were a slut, Madame, even after all the times you snubbed me, snubbed all of us, I knew you were a hot little whore." His voice growled out as his hands plied the doll, finger pushing over the pussy. Now came the time to truly test the ritual, to see if the added thing would work as he hoped it would, and he pulled the doll's legs apart, watching in absolute lust as her legs flew open on the bed. Reaching down, he grabbed her soaked panties and ripped them from her in a savage motion, stuffing the sodden rag into her mouth to still her cries now as her body lay out before him. Carrying the doll over to her dresser, he fashioned a bed of sorts, making perfume bottles the posts, and proceeded to tie the doll spread eagle to the things, glancing back and grinning as her arms and legs went wider, leaving her open to him. The small strings in place, he left the doll tied and walked over to the bed, gazing down at her. "Time for the main event Madam. Time to fuck you like the slut you are." His clothing came off quickly, his raging cock springing forth like steel and he stroked it as he watched her twist against the imaginary bindings that held her to no avail. She lay trapped, and at his mercy. He fell on her, his lust raging, his lips clamping about her nipples in a fury of heated passion, chewing, biting, licking, sucking until they were almost raw and red under his assault, her body shuddering, soft groans slipping past the panties in her mouth. One hand dipping down, he moaned as his fingers plunged into her dripping wet pussy now, the bitch was enjoying this! She was so fucking wet! His fingers drove deeply, and he added more, and more, until his entire hand was almost inside her, thrusting and pumping as he tortured her tits with his mouth. Finally having enough, he removed his hand, wiping her juices all over those firm, ripe tits and thrust his cock deeply into her waiting sex, growling in lust as he began to fuck her in an animalistic rhythm, taking her hard and fast, watching her face as she cried out and moaned and whimpered, her body twisting under him as he pounded into her tight walls. Pulling free, he raised her ass with his hands and thrust into her tight star, stretching her ass wide with his abrupt entrance, and she screamed under the material, her eyes flying wide as he fucked her virgin ass, groaning at the tightness of her hole as his fingers drove into her heated sex once more, taking her in all ways now, and utterly enjoying the feel of having her be his slut. He came in a massive explosion, filling her ass with his hot seed as she whimpered under him. Moving, he pulled out and went to the doll, undoing the bindings and walking back over to her. "You are mine now. Anytime and anywhere I want you, you'll respond and gladly, because you see, this doll doesn't only administer pleasure, it administers pain as well." To make his point, he drew out a needle and poked it into the breast of the doll; the pain tearing through her used body making her almost scream before he pulled it out. "This week you are going to learn a lot Madam, about being the subservient one. And you will obey won't you?" He said, reaching out a hand to stroke her hair from her face. She nodded quickly, terror in her lovely eyes, and he threw back his head and laughed as he walked from the room, calling over his shoulder. "Until tomorrow Madam. Be ready." And he was gone, leaving the woman sobbing and shuddering from her orgasms on the bed. The next day brought much of the same for her, she moves through her house I fear of him, and he loved it, his eyes watching each move she made, finally getting her in the study, he pulled the doll out and began to stroke it as she stood looking out the window. She whirled, facing him as her body began to betray her at once, her pussy becoming heated and moist as she watched him paw the doll with expert skill. "On your knees Madam." He demanded, no mercy in his tone, and she dropped, her knees weak anyway, kneeling in front of him. He unzipped his pants, letting his massive cock out and looking down at her. "Stroke and suck me like the slut you are." Was all he said as his hands roamed the doll. She hesitated for only a second before taking the massive cock into her hands and stroking it, parting her lips, she sucked him into the depths of her mouth as his hands moved over the doll, caressing, tormenting her with so many new sensations, she soon came as his cock filled her mouth, his hips bucking, fucking her face as he watched her writhe and explode in front of him. "Up, to the desk now." He ordered, watching her scramble over to the desk, not noticing he had placed the doll aside, she was on her own now, responding to her own lusts, and not the ones he induced. He pushed her roughly back, taking her legs, he parted them wide, shoving the material of her panties away to the side before simply ramming his cock deeply into her waiting sex, grunting at her tightness, at the hot, wet feel of her, he began to thrust. Her fingers curled over the edge of the desk and she moaned loudly, thrusting back as she was again taken by her butler, the man fucking her like no other had before and she loved it, her entire body burned for his touch now. He came in a heated rush, covering her pussy with the panties as he ordered in his gruff tones, "You will keep these one today, I want you to feel my seed leaking out of this pussy, out of MY pussy." Nodding, he left her there, splayed open on the desk. She quickly scrambled up and righted her dress before walking out, feeling the slickness between her thighs. The entire week was this way, though by mid week, he no longer needed the doll, all he had to do was command her, and she was his. He fucked her in the garden, in the shower, in the hallway, pressed against the wall like a common tramp, he fucked every hole she had, used her like a slut and she cried out and begged for more. By the time the Master came home, she was his, and he knew it. He placed the doll inside a hiding place in his quarters, in case she ever forgot her place, but somehow, with her sneaking into his bed and begging to be fucked now, he didn't think he'd need it again. The Doll When she came to me - only five years ago now, though it seems like more - her name was plain old Alice Derby. And though she wasn't old, she was plain. Small, pale lips, a slightly too-large nose, a flat chest and a non-existent ass. She wanted to be a star. She couldn't sing, couldn't act, couldn't write or paint or dance, but she wanted to be in the newspapers and on the television, to be talked about and to have men stare covetously and women enviously when they walked past billboards of her. It's a common ambition for 18 year olds, but for all those who crave fame more than talent, almost none take the step of consulting a plastic surgeon. Perhaps what was different for Alice was that she was an orphan. On her sixteenth birthday, she told me when I conducted my initial interview, her parents had been taking her along the M5 towards a small country retreat where they had arranged a birthday party for her. She had been listening to the Boyzone CD playing loudly in the stereo, her parents quietly enduring it and bickering with each other. Whether it was the music or the argument or just dully cruel fate that caused Michael Derby to miss the brake lights of the car he had been following too closely, even Alice didn't know - though she tended to blame the CD. Their expensive German sedan crumpled into the Land Rover and smeared the shattered ruin of her parents against the dashboard. She, sitting in the middle seat in the back, was hurled forward, cut but held by the belt around her waist, her only real injury a minor case of whiplash. So, sitting in front of me that day was an eighteen year old girl who had more money in her bank accounts than I would make if I worked another thirty years. She was nervous, of course, but she was more used to dealing with people than most persons her age, and her initial pitch to me was almost preternaturally poised. "I want you to make me into the perfect woman," she told me. At that time, there was no particular reason to refuse her request. The profit for me would be immense, and there was nothing in either her history or demeanour to suggest that surgery should not go ahead. One month after I had met her, she lay nude on my operating table surrounded by my staff, at that time the best plastic surgery team in the world. I looked her over with the professional glare of a doctor who has cut into so many breasts and buttocks and lips that they had almost ceased to have sexual connotations. Her body was that of a boy; the only things distinguishing it as a woman's were the lack of hair on her chest and the cute little cleft of her pussy. We began. First the major work. With our shining scalpels and silicone sacks, we cut into her chest and ass and vastly enlarged what nature had given her. We sculpted her face, making her cheekbones longer and her nose smaller. Her lips we puffed up until even unconcious she pouted like Jessica Rabbit. We tucked her ears back and altered the flesh around her eyes so they would stare wide. We flattened and smoothed her belly and toned her legs and arms. That long day, as I sweated under the hot lights and my team watched in almost disgusted fascination, I was a sculptor drawing from base clay a perfect image. Only once did I ever perform such a great work again. The last tasks were purely superficial and I stepped back exhausted to let my assistants take over. They meticulously depilated her eyebrows until they were perfect bows, and electrolysed her pussy so that it would never again grow hair. It was, of course, unusual and slightly risky to perform such arduous surgery in one session. It was Alice's request though. She wanted to go to sleep as Alice Derby and wake as... well, you all know her name. As she came too, after slipping dolphin-like in and out of consciousness I was the first person to call her by it. "We have you on painkillers at the moment, which is why you can't feel anything. It'll be almost a month before the pain is gone, but we should be able to take the bandages off in a week or so." I like to leave it long, so that the patient isn't panicked by the swellings that inevitably accompany such extensive alteration. I checked my notes, though I'll never forget the desperation in her eyes before the anaesthetist jabbed liquid sleep into her arm. She had touched me, quite gently, and, with the sort of voice I had heard her father speak with in his many televised interviews, asked me... no, commanded me. "When I wake up, my name is Alisha Debrette." Standing beside her bed now, I said it. "Miss Debrette, I'm pleased to tell you the operation was a complete success." She went back to sleep, but a quirk of the wrappings suggested she was smiling. Perhaps it was inevitable that we became lovers. She had been a virgin when she came to me and now, beautiful for the first time as she saw it, her effect on men entranced her. I, on the other hand, given the opportunity to create the perfect woman had done something subtly different. I had created Man's perfect woman, a lush and fleshy creature whose only purpose was sex. That first time, after drinks following a consultation, I kissed lips that were more my property than hers, caressed breasts that I had built and that could probably not appreciate my attentions. The only part that truly remained hers was her cunt - and that I entered and roughly made my own. She didn't live with me, perhaps correctly assuming it would toughen her obsessive search for fame. I saw her most nights, though, and got to observe, like a stop motion video, her descent into despair. She visited agents and casting agencies, but got little work - I could give her false beauty, but not talent. She inveigled her way to the right parties and, I'm certain, screwed the right men - though never women; she was puritanically straight - but all for nothing. I suggested she set up her own production company - she had more than enough money - but she wanted to earn the approval of these people who didn't care about her. Coldly analysing it, her initial failure was due to three things. Firstly, with what I had been given I had crafted a body that was exquisite; but even the best surgery cannot transform plain raw materials into Catherine Deneuve. Secondly, she still carried herself with the air of a plain girl. She crushed her arms over her large breasts as if to hide them, and wore clothes that more concealed than exhibited her. Lastly, though, she had not yet reached the point where her aims had become reasonable. Alice, for then she was still, if only secretly and to me, Alice, had expected to be an A class movie star or a singer with a number one record immediately after her transformation. Finally, six months following surgery and after weeks of coming to me in tears for sex that demonstrated to her that she was beautiful, she stopped visiting me. I tried calling but always got the answering machine and then, when I finally went around to her flat, found she had moved out. There was no way for me to find her, even her consultations had now finished. Then I saw her in my local video store. Not in the flesh, though perhaps the term is not completely inappropriate. I was searching for La Fille Sur La Pont, when I saw her, her star-capped breasts luridly staring at me from an over-size video case. That bald little cunt was similarly obscured, but her face was clear and her lips were wrapped redly around one hooked index finger. Her hair was blonde now, instead of brown, but I could never fail to recognise her. I grabbed the video and hid it under my coat until I reached the counter, where I hired it with trembling embarrasment. When I got home, I saw that it was called, "Alisha's Antics". I pushed it into the VCR and watched the largely plotless mess as my patient was penetrated in every hole, as she even fucked another girl with an enormous black rubber dildo. Of course, there's no need for me to describe it - so many have seen it. For me, this was the moment when sweet little Alice became Alisha Debrette, sex doll. She could never have had the beauty to conquer Hollywood, but in this underworld version there were none to rival her - no other girl could afford my skills. It hurt. Hurt seeing - at that time - my finest work used this way. Hurt to see how Alice's principles had dissappeared. But I was still hypnotised by that body, tailored so perfectly to what I thought were my desires. Even now, I still own all her movies. And the movies followed in quick succession, almost one a month and at times more. Her trade nickname became Insatiable Alicia, and she'd do anything as long as she was rewarded with smiles and acceptance. She came back to me quite soon. In many ways, Alice now being dead, I had fathered this creature and that she craved my approval was obvious- she was wanton and demanding, open to anything but more: needing anything. Beyond one or two times, when one of her co-stars, usually female for my sake but sometimes male, joined us, I stayed apart from the new world in which she reined. Later she came to me wanting more work done. For someone like Alisha, there is no final achievement. If she made one particularly arousing film, then next month she'd just have to go further. She fucked ten guys? Fine, tomorrow she had to do fifteen. Likewise her body - it was not beauty, but quantity that mattered. She wanted even bigger breasts, and her pussy tightened. I sometimes wish I hadn't refused, but no good doctor could have accepted the commission. Her body wasn't up to it, her reasons weren't sound. So she had to go to a bad doctor. The next time I saw her, the body that had once been my purest intoxicant had become clownlike. Her breasts were comically large, each dwarfing her head. They weighed so much, she had now to walk leaning backwards to preserve her centre of gravity. They stood off her chest like a windowbox, staying perfectly motionless however she moved, and were almost oblate. Her lips, too, she had "improved". She looked like a caricature of a woman - swollen in every dimension and lacking the merest hint of humanity. But now the work poured in. She still shot movie after movie, but now the better magazines were after this freak. Playboy paid her to pose, and in the issue she stands, with deliciously unintentional irony, leaning against a fake rubber plant, the cubes on her chest angled towards the camera, one hand curled around her shiny cunt. She started to appear with numbing regularity in the tabloids. No longer did she just stand smiling on page 3, now she was recounting her sexual experiences with footballers and the sort of Z-rate celebrities she hadn't been willing to become herself, or just showing off the latest enhancement to her body. For now, trips to the surgeon were so regular, you could almost base a calendar on them. I only realised I loved Alice when I still collected every product this monstrous creature endorsed. When finally everything crashed down, and she had to have those nearly rupturing silicone sacks that cheap butcher had crammed into her removed, she begged me to help, and I acquiesced. The day of her operation, I dismissed my staff. They were shocked and reluctant, but I paid their excellent salaries and they had no choice. The only person I kept on was the anaesthetist, my best friend and the only man I could trust with what I was going to do. And now I wrought my greatest work, operating with astonishing skill and dazzling quickness. Like before, it was a dangerous procedure, but I assure you, with complete neutrality, I never doubted for a moment that I would be successful. It was as if I recognised my limits and saw them as false and puerile and just dashed through them, to the point where I was no longer a surgeon, but a minor god. Without a doubt, though it was the work that ended my career it was also its crowning moment. When the girl came round, again after may failed attempts, I greeted her as before. "Miss Derby, the operation was a complete success." She was too numbed by drugs to realise what I had said. When I heard clotted screams coming from her room, I knew she had woken properly and realised what I had done. I had taken the world's whore, the laughable sex goddess, and turned her back into plain and wondrous Alice Derby. I wondered how I could have ever found her plain, and as I sat by her bed, my face scratched where, in her frenzy, she had tried to claw out my eyes, I told her how I loved her and not the curiousity she had become. How we could get married and she could find a career that didn't involve her swallowing miles of cock and gallons of come. Some of Alice Derby's collectedness had returned to her, if nothing else, and she coldly checked herself out of my care. The next day, from a law firm whose partners seemed to spill profusely from the letterhead, I was informed I was being sued. It didn't take long for the case to come to trial, but by then she was already on the road to exceeding even her laughable former incarnation. In court, she bulged next to her barristers, bulging shinily like an overinflated balloon. My medical license was suspended for five years, though in the end the immensity of Derby/Debrette's fortune meant the judge didn't choose to give her much of mine. I think, too, the judge secretly thought I had been right to curb the excess of this tumourous being. Last night, two months before I get back my medical license, the news announced that Alisha Debrette, heir to the Derby fortune and, with a verbal hitch like a wink to the camera, glamour girl had died while undergoing surgery to further enlarge her breasts. By now, she had so transformed that even the adult movies didn't want her and the papers only featured her through incredulity. My darling Alice had become a joke. She left all her money, roughly two hundred million pounds, to the adult film production company that had spurned her. I've already sorted out where I will start work. I'm joining Medicin Sans Frontier, to actually help people rather than corrupt them, and though it will mean an end to colossal pay checks, fine meals and finer wine, I find myself immeasurably richer. Author's Note: No matter who you may think this story is based on, you are wrong. Alice Derby/Alisha Debrette is entirely my own creation and I hope everyone can see that she is in no way inspired by or a comment on any of the girls who adorn various magazines or occupy space in our tawdry, British tabloids. If there is a message I'd like to rub in, it's that these women can only exist because our society endorses and implicitly encourages them, and for some, this encouragement is a tragic thing. This story is dedicated to the memory of a person very dear to me, who I am not going to name, and to the people who miss that person. I only wish it could be better. As usual, feedback through the link below. The Doll Alan woke to the familiar sound of the door bell; it was 7:30 am, usually he would have rolled over and ignored it, today was different. Alan jumped out of bed flinging on the first clothes he came to and dashed down the stairs. He flung the door open and standing before him was an elderly man with a wrinkled face and grey thinning hair, the relief post man, "Hi, sorry to bother you, could you tell me where number 57 is?" asked the old man slowly. "It's just over there," Alan replied politely, trying not to curse at being got out of bed to answer a simple question which if the man had bothered to look, he would have seen it was only next door. The man hobbled away as Alan shut the door, angry that his sleep had been disturbed for no reason. He went to the kitchen to make a coffee, still angry with the post man. The door bell rang again, Andy stormed to the front door, flung it open, "No I don't......!" Alan stopped mid sentence, "Sorry I thought you were someone else," he said. "I have a delivery for Mr Alan Holmes; if you could just sign here I'll get the parcels." The delivery man said quickly and firmly. Alan signed; this was why he had jumped out of bed when the door bell had rung earlier. His early anger had evaporated, three months he had waited for this delivery. The delivery man returned with several parcels and Alan took them thanking the man and apologising again for his earlier outburst. Alan was like a child at Christmas, the difference being he knew exactly what was in his boxes. He unpacked each box carefully, the first contained six memory cards he counted them and checked their condition, the next a digital camera, and then a small laptop computer and the final box contained a set of six plastic dolls. The dolls were approximately 6 inches tall and very flexible. Usually, Alan wouldn't bother to read the instructions that came with electrical goods, but this was different. He wanted to make sure he knew exactly what he was doing this time; there was no room for error. He sat down and began to read the instructions, hours passed while he read, re-read and made sure he understood. Confident that he fully understood what he needed to do he inserted the first memory card into his camera and placed the others into his bag. He went back to his room and got dressed; he had a shower and a shave before heading to the door with everything he needed. Alan headed to the local shopping centre, where he knew there was an art exhibition. He studied the exhibits carefully admiring the artist's choice of colour and the composition of each piece. One piece really caught his attention; it was a large painting showing a countryside landscape, not too dissimilar to an area he had visited as a child. He took out his camera and took a photograph of the painting. He looked carefully at the image on his camera display, and then as he was happy with the image he turned the camera off and removed the memory card replacing it with a new one. After admiring the art exhibition, Alan returned home. He made a drink then went to his study and turned on the laptop. He entered his password and waited for it to load. While the computer loaded up he took the two memory cards from his bag. The screen flashed in front of him 'Welcome To Control Box', 'Congratulations on your purchase we hope Control Box will meet all of your requirements.' Alan inserted the first memory card into the special slot on the side of the computer. A window popped up, he entered the number: 00001236, this was the number on the side of one of the dolls that had arrived with the computer. He picked the doll up and sat it next to the computer. A series of prompts came up on the screen, }Name...... Andy entered the word LAUREN. The picture he had taken at the art exhibition appeared on his screen, a box automatically located a person to the left of the picture. }Is this Lauren? The prompt box on the screen questioned, Andy clicked yes. }Configuring Lauren Please wait, the message on the screen read. Ten minutes passed, the screen eventually said }Please remove card, process complete. Tentatively Andy removed the card, shaking he placed it into the slot on the dolls back, the eyes lit up showing the doll was activated. The art exhibition at the shopping centre had all been packed away as Alan had expected. He found a seat at the café opposite the beauty salon where Lauren worked. Sat in the corner where no one would be able to see what was on the screen he ordered a coffee. He powered the computer up and waited till the waitress returned with the coffee. Alan clicked on the box showing Lauren, and pressed the control option, the menu bar turned green showing it was active. Alan typed, {move to the window} Lauren moved to the window and looked outside. This was the beauty of Control Box, although he could type commands controlling Lauren's every movement the program ensured that her actions did not appear unusual. To ensure it wasn't just a natural action Alan typed again, {walk outside and check the time} sure enough Lauren walked out and looked at the clock. {Return to shop} Lauren walked back into the shop. Alan clicked deactivate control, returning Lauren to her normal routine. The next feature Alan wanted to try was the programme feature. He could type in a list of commands which Lauren should follow. {Walk to door, change sign to closed, walk to chair, pick up rubbish, deactivate program} and sure enough she began to carry out the actions. As she bent over to pick up the rubbish, her skirt rode up, showing her nice firm ass under her black tights, Alan couldn't believe his eyes. Later that night, Lauren went round to Alan's house, as instructed. He apologised as she came in as he had some urgent work to finish. He assured her it wouldn't take long and he was happy to chat while he worked. Lauren helped herself to a drink and then sat in the armchair opposite Alan. Alan activated Control Box, he knew that under normal circumstances he would have no chance with Lauren, but tonight was different. {Stand up} Lauren stood up as instructed, {lift skirt} she lifted her white skirt once again revealing her tight ass covered by her black tights. The tights clung to her perfect cheeks, {remove dress} Lauren lifted the dress above her head. She stood at just over 5' tall, her small perfect breasts hidden beneath her white padded bra. Feeling his cock hard as a rock, Alan stripped. {Suck cock} with that Lauren dropped to her knees. She took his hard cock in her hands and guided it into her soft mouth. Her mouth locked on the tip sucking gently as, her tongue moved in small circles teasing him. She held the base of his shaft firmly. As Alan began to groan, she sucked harder, she moved her hand rhythmically along his shaft. Her little mouth felt fantastic around his throbbing cock. Alan had located the clasp on her white bra; with expert precision he unhooked it allowing her small pert breasts to be free. His hands explored Lauren's soft firm breasts, pinching her small pink nipples, making her suck harder. She looked longingly up at him, it was almost enough to make him cum. Typing again {undress}, Lauren stood up leaving Alan's hard cock. She rolled down her black tights, and then slowly wiggled out of her black thong. She stood in front of Alan. He looked over her pale soft skin, her smooth waxed pussy. He pulled her close letting his tongue rest on her soft pussy. His tongue lapped gently at her small clit. Lauren moaned with pleasure. Alan continued to devour her pussy, his tongue greedily licking at her. {Fuck} with the command Lauren positioned her moist slit over the tip of Alan's hard cock. She lowered herself down letting a low moan out as he slid inside her. His lips finally found hers. They kissed, tongues entwined between Lauren's soft pants. Alan's hands squeezing her firm ass, he guided her up and down on his shaft. Her hard nipples rubbing against his chest, as she moved rhythmically on his shaft. He could feel the pressure building within him. He broke of the kiss and began planting kiss after kiss on her neck and breasts. This only made her fuck harder. She moved quicker on his cock. The increased determination in her movements made him start to cum. He fell back into his chair; Lauren continued to fuck him as he collapsed. Her small breasts bouncing as she continued to ride his softening cock. Alan realised he needed to type another command, {Clean up} Lauren removed his cock and began to lick it. She greedily licked the remaining cum from his cock, swallowing each drop. Watching her do this made his cock start to cum back to life. He knew it would be a while before he was ready again. Although, he knew he could have her anytime he wanted, he didn't want to waste this opportunity. {Masturbate}, Lauren's hand moved down between her legs. Her little fingers ran over her cum filled slit. She rubbed the cum over her pink clit, gasping as she did. Her other hand was massaging her breast pinching her pink nipple. Her eyes closed as she was lost in pleasure. Her fingers slowly but firmly entering her slit, making her moan louder. Alan could feel his cock hardening as he watched Lauren pleasure herself. He moved over to join her. Using a little lube, he pressed his cock against her tight ass hole. The pressure against her ass made her moan. As instructed she continued to rub her clit. His cock gripped by her tight hole. Her body began to quiver as she approached her orgasm. He slowly fucked her little ass as her orgasm gripped her body. The tightness combined with watching her smooth body writhe in pleasure proved too much. He again climaxed, sending a shot of cum into her ass. Once more he stood and admired her body. Noticing the time, he dressed and returned to the computer. {Shower and dress} Lauren made her way to the bathroom and showered cleaning the cum from her body. Alan tidied the room while she dressed. {Deactivate}. "Have I been asleep?" asked Lauren, "Just for a while," Alan said. "I had a really strange dream while I was asleep," Lauren said. "Perhaps you can tell me about it over a drink?" laughed Alan. As they headed out to their local pub. The Doll Max had finally done it! All his other inventions had failed but this one would be his meal ticket. Max just needed to find some willing females to test it out. Max took a final look at the man in the corner. He was six feet tall with crystal blue eyes and dark brown hair. The chiseled face was adequate for any man that women would swoon over. The man was made of plastic and rubber. Bendable at all joints so that you could position him to meet your needs. Max's eyes drifted down to the pubic area. A perfectly erect penis stared back at him. Max blushed a little at this for the penis had been molded after his own. As a scrawny man who had been a nerd since elementary school Max knew his penis would be a sensation with the women! Comparing his own to a porn stars, Max knew he had been blessed. Alas females never took the time to get past the geeky exterior and see what he had to offer. Max told himself that if his doll was a hit he would become a sex god. Sighing with impatience at his own hardening member Max walked over and grabbed the phone off the wall. He dialed the number for the local newspaper and asked the operator that answered the phone to place an add for him. " It will be a help wanted add." Max explained and read the description of the ad to her off the note pad in front of him. Help Wanted Looking for 2-3 females to test out a new innovative invention. Compensation is $500 a piece for an hour or two's worth of work. Please call 603-555-5555 to inquire. The next morning his ad ran in the paper. Max did not dare leave the house. He did not want to miss a call but as the hours dragged on his depression began to set in. Sighing he told himself no one would call and he decided he needed to relieve some stress. Max pulled his favorite porn magazine from the drawer in his night stand and went back to his kitchen to relieve some " stress". Sitting in the hard kitchen chair he pulled out his cock and stared at the blond slut who had a finger in her pussy in the magazine. He stroked himself until he got hard and then continued stroking, imagining that he was inside that pussy. He was right in the middle of the oh so nice day dream when the phone rang. With a raging hard on Max walked over to the Phone and answered it. " Hello this is Max" A quiet deep but sexy voice spoke " I was calling about the ad in the paper and was desperately hoping that the position is still available." Her voice did nothing to relieve Max's hard on but he managed to say " Yes it is but I must tell you the invention is of the sexual nature and would require you to actually have sex with an in-animate object." There was silence on the phone for almost a minute before she answered him. " You are going to pay me to have sex! $500 is a lot of money for that of course i will do it." Max was so excited that he began to masturbate again before even hanging up the phone. Stroking his cock furiously with his free hand he managed to spit out of his address and time for her to arrive before hanging up and shooting his load all over the kitchen cupboards. His first participant would be there at 10:00 am the very next day. Max could barely sleep that night and at 2:00 am decided to set up a camcorder in the living room. He tried it where she wouldn't see and told himself he had to tape it for marketing purposes. This had nothing to do with being sleazy. Max awoke around 8 the next morning had coffee and did a quick inspection of the living room. It was fairly clean and he lit some candles to try to set the mood. At quarter of 10 he turned the camcorder on and waited for the bell to ring. Finally it did. Half running, half jumping Max threw the door open and his mouth dropped. Standing in front of him was his high school crush. Her name was Candice and he had spent so many long nights back then masturbating and soiling his sheets over her image. At only 5' 3" tall she had the perfect hourglass figure and ample c-cup breast he couldn't wait to finally see what her nipples looked like. " Candice!" he finally managed to spit out " I didn't even know you still lived around here." " Why Max what a pleasant surprise." breathed Candice " This will probably be easier now that I know you are not a stranger. So what did you do invent a new kind of dildo or something?" "Or something would better describe it." said Max as he led her to the living room. Candice's eyes got huge as she eyed the man doll in the corner and her gaze distinctly stuck on its protruding penis. " You mean I'm going to have sex with that!?" she asked. Max smiled and told her yes. He carried the doll to the barren coffee table and laid it on it on its back. " Would you like me to leave the room?" Max asked " While you undress? I have to be here to actually watch you for research purposes" Candice told him if he was going to have to watch her have sex he may as well watch her undress. At this she slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and gave a it a quick tug to the floor. She was bare ass naked underneath it. Max instantly got hard. She had large perky nipples that were a deep shade of pink and there was not a speck of hair to hide her mound. Age has served her well, her body was perfect. " How am i going to myself all wet and ready for that 10 inch cock?" she asked bluntly with a slight pout. " Max would you be a doll and give my nipples a few nibbles?" Max couldn't believe his ears. He walked right up to her and some how feeling he deserved this after years of dreaming about it he boldly cupped both breast in his hands and bent to suckle the right one while he gently pinched the left. " Oh Max that feels yummy, now be a dear and kiss me all the way down to my kitty she needs some attention." Max hungrily and happily agreed. Taking his time and kissing her stomach tenderly in a slow line down to her mound he finally found his target. He began to kiss her folds feeling them get wet before parting her with his tongue. He gave her a few slow licks until loosing control and grasping her ass checks to pull her into his face. He hungrily ate, licked, and sucked every part of her pussy making her gasp and drip with her wetness. When max drove a finger in her sopping wet hole she pulled back quickly. " That was great Max sweetie, but i believe I have a job to do!" she spoke this to him as she turned and began to approach the doll on the coffee table. Max watched her bend and stroke the dolls 10 inch cock. " It feels so real!" she breathed " Go sit on the couch Max and enjoy the show." Max obeyed and sat as he watched her straddle the doll and slowly slide onto the rubber cock. She let out a low moan and began grinding on the cock and squeezing her breasts. The pressure of Max's own hard on against his pants was almost painful. Knowing she was more than occupied he stood and quickly removed his jeans and boxers before sitting back down with his own 10 inch cock standing high. Slowly stroking himself he watched Candice grinding faster and move one hand to rub her clit. Her moaning was much louder now and she began to bounce up and down on the dolls cock, her tits bouncing with her. Max couldn't help himself he stood and straddled the table standing right behind her. He leaned forward and grabbed both her tits making her gasp. " Fuck that cock, cum for me on it! That cock is my cock and if you cum on it i will fuck you with the real thing!" Candice didn't speak she moved her hips up and down quicker and worked her clit. This was the fullest her pussy had ever felt and she would cum for him, she would cum all over his fucking doll if that's what he wanted. Harder she rode it until her orgasm gripped her whole body. She only stayed sitting upright because max was holding her tits with such force. When her body stopped shaking Max helped her off the doll and walked her over to the arm of the couch. " Don't speak" ordered Max when Candice tried to say something. He turned her away from him and bent her over the arm of the couch. He slowly slid his throbbing cock into her sopping hole, willing himself not to cum. Massaging her ass cheeks he listened to her moans. He would slide his cock almost all the way out before sliding it back in. He did this over and over until he could feel her inner walls quivering and tightening around him. knowing she was getting close he began to thrust her harder, sinking himself as far as he could go inside her more than welcoming hole. Harder and faster he fucked her from behind until she cried out. " I'm fucking cumming! cum with me Max, fill me up ooohh god!" Max let go and spurted inside her. His juices mixed with hers were dripping down his legs. Slowly pulling himself out of her he went and got a towel to let her clean up with. When Max came back in the room Candice told him " Definitely market your invention Max. That was one of the best cocks I have ever felt in me, but it was nothing compared to yours!" " Lets take a shower then" said Max " and you can stay the rest of the day. My cock has a lot more it would love to do to you." Max waited until she headed to the shower to turn the camcorder off. The Doll I'd been flirting with a guy that I had met for some time, trading raunchy texts back and forth. He would come up with all sorts of nasty things he wanted to do to me and I'd always respond that I would. He would get bolder and bolder but nothing ever scared me off. I thought he was hot and got a feeling that he was a confident guy but I wondered though if he was all talk and my fantasies would never come true. One day he invited me to his house to watch the game with him and some of his friends. I said I would go but hoped that we'd be able to finally get to business after everyone was gone. I didn't want to show up looking like a slut even though we both knew that I was so I wore some shorts and a top that showed off my cleavage. I put my hair into a sexy low ponytail and made sure my lips were glossed. When I showed up at his house, he looked me over and smiled appreciatively. "The guys have been here for a while already. We're drinking beer and waiting for the game. Grab a beer if you want and make yourself comfortable. I think you'll be surprised how much fun you're going to have." He winked and instantly I knew something was up. We walked into the living room and the guys were all laughing and drinking. I realized that I was the only girl there. He interrupted everyone and said, "Hey everyone, this is Amanda. She's going to be our half-time entertainment." I was shocked and I'm sure it showed on my face but the guys all started applauding and cat calling. I hadn't said no to anything he had proposed before so I sure as hell wasn't going to chicken out and leave. I've never been a tease and wouldn't have wanted anyone to think I was. I noticed in front of the couch was a low, padded bench with ties on each of the legs. I started thinking about all the things that they could do to me on there and my pussy started to get seriously wet. I did a quick mental count - nine guys. I can do this, I thought to myself. He put his arm around me and said, "Now finish your beer then get undressed. We're going to help you get ready for halftime." He disappeared down the hall and the guys returned to their conversations but several kept eyeing me closely. I put my beer down and started to strip off my clothes. I was standing there completely naked and I could see most of the guys were already bulging in their pants. He came back to me and had some things in his hands - a ball gag, a butt plug, a bottle of lube and an inflatable dildo. My heart started to race and I couldn't tell if was anxiety or excitement. He put the ball in my mouth, making my mouth side wide open, and clasped it behind my head. "Come over here and lay on your stomach on the bench." He walked me over and put me in position. Four of the guys got down and tied my arms and legs to the bench. "We're going to put this plug and dildo in you to give you a warm up. You're going to sit there through the first half until we are ready for you." I nodded that I understood and mentally prepared myself to be impaled. Lube dripped over my ass and pussy and a couple of guys fondled me, pushing the lube into my ass. I couldn't help letting out a little moan. "Oh she's gonna be fun," one guy said. I felt the butt plug first. It wasn't too big, just right for a warm up of fun to come. I felt it stretching my asshole more and more until it was finally in and my hole snapped around it tight, keep it in. He inserted the dildo into me. It was short so the whole thing could fit inside me. Slowly he pumped it up just until he saw the butt plug may want to come out then he eased a little air out. He wanted to stretch me out and keep me stretched. The guys all fondled me, pinching my nipples and pushing on the dildos but then the game started. I was there, butt ass naked, tied to a bench, a ball gag, butt plug and dildo in me but suddenly I'm a piece of furniture. He leaned back, put his feet up on my back and swigged his beer. My ass was throbbing, my mouth felt like I may not be able to close it again, my pussy felt beyond full and some guy put his plate of pizza on my ass. I felt humiliated like I have never felt before. The guys watched the game but occasionally, when they got up for beer or to take a piss, they would pinch my nipples, make sure the dildos were tight and told me that I was being a good girl. At the end of the first quarter, one of the guys asked my friend if he thinks I could take a beer bottle up my ass. He said, "I hope so. Let's find out." He slowly pulled the butt plug out of my ass and dribbled some lube into the hole. The guy finished off his beer and put the wide end at my asshole. He pushed back and forth gently, hoping to ease it in. My ass opened just enough and he slid the bottle up to the neck but the inflatable dildo almost came out. The guys all cheered and some high fived each other. "Hey let's put one in her cunt too," someone said. The dildo was pulled out and a beer bottle was inserted roughly. "Hey don't damage the doll, jackass," another guy said. All I could do was whimper softly. I couldn't move or say anything. The guy who put the beer bottle in my pussy held the one in my ass in place while he gently fucked me with the one in my pussy. "I'm sorry, doll," he said. Several of the guys took pictures on their phones of my double beer bottle achievement, getting close up shots. The game started again and I was back to being furniture. I started to not mind it so much and I was thankful for the nicely padded bench making it easier to stay there but my holes were stretched and aching and I was on the verge of cumming. It was so frustrating that I kept praying for time to move faster. Toward the end of the second quarter, I could see the guys in front of me checking me out and getting hard as they anticipated half-time. He leaned down to me and said, "Ok, you're on. I'm going to watch these guys fuck you. You and I will play later. I'm going to take the gag out but I want that mouth open the entire time waiting for the next one to fill it. After they are done with you, you will go shower and then lay in my bed. Understand?" I nodded my understanding and he took the gag out. It was only seconds and a rock hard cock was in my mouth. The bottles were taken out of my pussy and ass and another hard cock was plunged into my ass. Stilled tied to the bench, the two guys fucked my mouth and ass as if they were fucking my pussy. There was no romance or civility here, it was a pure use of my body. The cock in my mouth hit the back of my throat over and over at the same time the guy in my ass thrust into me. I thought they were going to make an accordion out of me and they obviously had done this before. The guy in my ass shot off a load buried in my ass up to his balls. A few seconds later, the guy in my mouth started to cum and tried to push it directly down my throat. The next three guys untied me. One laid down and made me sit on his cock. He was big and I was grateful it wasn't in my ass. One got behind me and pushed into my asshole while the other slid his cock into my mouth. The guys pumped my pussy and ass good but the best was the guy who fucked my mouth. He was a good 9" long and wanted me to take it down my throat. What he did to me took my mind off the guys in my other holes as they pounded me hard. This guy lifted my head and angled it so my mouth and throat were pretty much a straight shot. He pushed slowly, a little further each time. I gagged and choked but I caught the eye of my friend and he motioned for me to open my mouth wide. I opened as wide as I could and the guy slid every inch into my mouth and down my throat. I suddenly knew what they meant by throat fuck. I had never had anything like that in and out of my throat but I couldn't even gag. The guy just grinded on my face, his fingers in my hair, holding my head so I couldn't move. The guy in my mouth was the first to cum but instead of cumming down my throat he came at the back of my mouth and told me not to swallow or close my mouth until the next cock came in. So there I was with my mouth open and cum in my mouth but no cock yet. The other two guys continued to fuck me. The throat fucking guy said to my friend, "Man, you found a good girl. She listens and follows directions. She's a real pleaser. You think I can borrow her sometime?" He said, "She's not mine yet to say yes but I'll let you know." The guy in my ass pulled out and came on my back. The guy in my pussy pulled out and shoved his cock into my ass, forcing me to sit on it. I wanted to scream but the cum in my mouth only gurgled. He gave me a few good pumps then came hard up my asshole. I really, really wanted to close my mouth and swallow the cum but I wanted to be the good obedient girl they said I was. It was so incredibly hard. The next three guys commented on my performance and how impressed they were that I was taking it all. I stood up and they turned me the other direction. The guy on bottom slid his cock up my ass and started pumping me. A guy straddled me and slid his cock into my mouth just as I was about to close it out of desperation. I swallowed the cum as he went in and it sucked his cock deeper into my mouth. The last guy spread my legs so wide that I thought I was going to be wishboned and then I knew why. He was huge. His cock felt wide like the inflatable dildo and it was being pulled and pushed, in and out of me. The guy in my mouth finished quick and said, "Anyone want seconds real quick?" No one did so they let me finally close my mouth. I almost couldn't close it. My jaw ached like crazy but at the same time it felt so good to know I had done well. The guys in my other holes pounded me like a ragdoll and for the first time I could really let go and scream in pleasure. Hearing me scream made them fuck me even harder and they came within a minute of each other. At the end, the guys all did cheers with their beer to me while I stood there naked and sweaty. The timing was pretty good. We didn't run too much over halftime as the guys really got down to business. Good thing it was being DVR'd just in case. I knew what to do next but wasn't sure exactly what was coming. I walked down the hall to the master suite and got in the shower. I soaped from head to toe, rinsed my mouth and took the shower head down to douche in my pussy. I peeked out of the shower and didn't see him so I got out and toweled off. I pulled back my hair again and padded out to the bedroom. Still no sign of him so I got on the bed and waited. It must have been the end of the third quarter when he came in. I had almost fallen asleep after being put through such a hard fucking. "It seems to me that you like to be submissive and you do it well," he said. I could only give a small nod and lowered my eyes. "I can help you with that. Today was a taste of what I can put together. Sorry I had to throw you into the deep end so quick. I knew that if you objected or got scared off that you wouldn't be the girl for me. It was a surprise and you didn't back down. You did a good job. How would you like to be my doll?" "Your doll?" I said. "Yep. Sexually, you would be mine. You belong to me. I will have you whenever I want you and however I want you. Your sole desire should be to please me in any way I want. You will listen and obey my rules. When you are good, I will reward you and treat you like a princess. If you make me unhappy, I will devise an appropriate punishment. Punishments won't harm you, only remind you of who is in charge." I could feel my pussy getting wet again thinking about all of the things he may do that I had always wanted. I already got the gangbang. Maybe there would be more of that, I thought. What about the friend that wanted to "borrow" me? I could be a good doll. "Yes," I said simply. "Good. We'll go over the rest of the details later. For now, I want you to lay back on the bed." He pulls something out from under the bed and I could hear him rummaging through things. He finally came out with a dildo and a butt plug. "These are what you will have inside you every night while you sleep. Both of your holes must be plugged all night. The only person who can put them in or remove them from you is me. You will be fucked every night at bed time in either hole. If I want to fuck your ass, I will pull out the plug, fuck you, cum in you and reinsert the plug. Got it? I'm going to put them in now and leave you to take a short nap." I watched him lube them up and my pussy was wetter than it had ever been in my life. He had me turn over and lift my ass and inserted the plug. After the fucking I just had, it was sore but the plug wasn't too big so it was fine. He then turned me over and inserted the dildo. Without a word, he left the bedroom. I could hear some mumbled talk in the living room and what sounded like high-fiving again. He must have announced my agreement. I fell asleep and dreamed about the gangbang I just experienced. It was a light sleep and I could vaguely feel the dildo and plug inside me. They felt good in me and made me feel full making for a sweet sleep. I woke up when I heard the guys leaving and everyone saying goodbye. One guy said he'd be calling after I got my training complete to ask about borrowing me. It must have been the guy that asked about it earlier. He came into the bedroom and smiled at me. "OK, now we'll see what else you can do," he said. The thought made my heart race again. I was excited and happy but a little nervous and scared too. He got undressed and I saw the most perfect cock I have ever seen. He was about 9 inches long and a very wide girth. Plenty to make me feel full, stretched and happy but not destroy me. He came over to the edge of the bed and told me to come to edge on my back with my head hanging over. I came over and opened my mouth expectantly. He slid his cock into my mouth and gently fucked it like he was fucking a pussy and not my mouth. He tasted so good and I could feel the veins on my tongue. He turned me around and pulled the dildo out of my pussy. His fingers pulled my pussy lips wide and he slid his cock deep into me. I wasn't sure if I would be loose after the pounding I took and the dildos but he filled me and my swollen pussy was tight around him. He reached down and held the plug in place while he fucked my pussy deep. I could feel him pressing into my cervix letting me know he was taking every bit of me as his. I wanted to feel his hot cum splashing deep inside me. "I won't stop you from cumming now but that will be something we will work on. You'll learn to cum only when I tell you to cum. You want to cum now, don't you?" I nodded feverishly and had a massive orgasm. He pushed all the way into me and pushed hard on the plug as I came. "Good doll. Now it's time to stretch." He pulled out of me and then dipped in two fingers. His fingers fucked me, sliding on my juices. He added a third, then a fourth. He was reaching into me as if he was looking for something he had lost. Then I felt his thumb and thought, oh crap he's going to fist me. We had talked about this and now he was seeing if I was able to live up to it. I had always wanted to be fisted but the reality of it scared me now. "Shhh, it's ok. I'm going to go in slowly. Spread wide doll." I spread my legs and the plug was about to come out when he pushed it in again. It would have been easier if he had taken it out but he wasn't about doing things easy. It was about pushing my limits. I took his hand almost to his wrist and had exploding orgasms, one after another. He pulled out his hand and reinserted my dildo. The dildo was a welcome relief. He turned me over and pulled the plug out finally. "I want you leaned over the bed, legs together." I did as I was told and felt his cock against my ass. He pushed into me all the way while keeping the dildo inside me. He fucked me slowly as he talked to me. "This part is important. I'll be training your ass to take a cock at any time. You will be sore tomorrow and probably for a few days but you'll get through it. You will give me any part of you whenever I want it without question. Understood?" "Yes," I breathed as all nine inches slid in and out of me. He fucked my ass for what seemed like forever but was most likely a half hour. It got to the point that his cock up my ass felt like it had always been there. He started to move in and out of me more quickly and the dildo popped out of my pussy. He didn't move to put it back it in, just continued to hump my ass harder and harder. It was heaven and I couldn't wait for him to cum up my ass. He pulled me up by my hair then reached around to pinch my nipples while he pumped deep into my asshole. I came again and he pinched my nipples so hard I thought they would pop off. Finally, he came inside me. Jolts of cum thundered out of his cock deep into me. He kept me there, gripping my tits while his cock throbbed. He leaned forward and whispered to me, "Hey doll, you're calling out sick from work tomorrow. I have an all day training planned that you're going to love." He pulled his cock out, reinserted the plug and dildo, then went to get a shower. I was left there feeling out of my body. I had just taken 9 guys over the course of 4 or 5 hours and agreed to be his doll. I wasn't sure what exactly I had gotten myself into but it felt like I had found the dominant man I had been wishing to find. I fell asleep and dreamed about the training I would have the next day.