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Care And Keeping Of The Doll

Care And Keeping Of The Doll

by thomasprim
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You look down at me between the falling strands of wet hair, my eyes distracted by the work I'm about at your feet, the soft towel gently pressing against your cooling skin. I can feel your eyes on me, watching as I work, just the way I've taught you. To honor your body as much as I do, and to embrace and enjoy it fully as I care for it. You stand open to me, brazenly naked as I work, teasing little as I focus on the care I am taking. You are my prize.

I towel every part of your body, focusing on the small areas you like most. The soft skin at your knees, under and between your breast, your wrists, your collarbone. I don't look at you at all, but I feel your gaze on me, intent and passionate as I take my time. I feel your desire to kiss me as I work my way around your shoulders, my naked form still warm and wet against you.

As I finish, my gaze finally meets yours, and my look of concentration melts into a smile. I lean in to kiss you, already thinking about what I have planned for you next. It's one of your favorite games, and I have a new idea to try with you, but now it's your turn to towel me. I reach across you as we kiss and hang your towel, then lean back and hold my arms out, waiting for you. You pick up my towel and begin to towel me off as well.

With your name already in play, you know that you are caring for me, and nothing sexual happens until I call for it. You are intent on your work, one of the few times you can lose contact with my eyes and still focus on yourself in this space. You dry my body just as intently in return, knowing the little places I enjoy being touched, my ankles, my hips, wrists, and neck. Your soft skin brushes against mine gently as you work, teasing me, but my eyes stay focused on your care. Deep within my heart I feel more powerful with every gentle press of the towel, and the honor you bring in your simple praise of my form.

Finished with your work, you follow my example and place a kiss lightly on my lips. I pull you to me, our fresh skin touching and wrap your arm around me with the towel still in it. You know that you are to stay bare, but you wrap the towel around me at my gentle guidance, and tuck it around my waist, restraining my already growing interest in you only slightly.

I guide you out into the bedroom and silently sit you on the edge of the bed. You watch excitedly as I go to your jewelry box and retrieve an item for you. Each of the gifts I've given comes with a lesson and an instruction. I pull out the black ribboned cameo, and display it for you as I walk over. You pull your hair up out of the way, and wait patiently for me to put the choker on, strapping it gently into place at your throat.

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The last clasp done, you crumple to the bed, lifeless and limp. Your body lies back of its own, and your head turns to the side as if all your muscles have lost any signal to work. Just as you asked, you are a doll, completely devoid of life, and open to my use. Even your eyes go blank, so fully have you embraced this gift.

I pull your form up onto the bed further, to situate it. Heavier now that you have completely relaxed, I organize your limbs and neck for the tender care I am ready to bring you. Then the moment of truth arrives. I watch you as I leave the room, backing out to move to the kitchen. The first time I did this, I was gone for only a moment, but I returned to you crying, balled up on the bed, terrified. You said your word, and all plans I had fled as I stepped to you on the bed and cradled you in my arms. The overwhelming fear of abandonment had captured you in that moment, and we'd had to work through it together.

This time, however, my confident smile assures you, and you rest in the absolute release, your body motionless on the bed, feeling the gentle brush of air from the fan as if it is brushing over another body, all porcelain and perfect. You rest knowing I would never leave you, because you are my treasure.

I return with a bowl of scented oil and place it on the nightstand. I dip my fingers into the bowl and then begin to drizzle it over your body. All along your stomach and chest, over your hips and thighs, down your calves and feet. Then I begin to rub it in to your skin, starting at your feet and working my way up. Careful to touch every inch of skin, oiling it all, and warming your cool body with my touch.

You struggle to remain still at the points I know to be tender, but I don't tease them overmuch, enjoying how still you are being, how doll like and perfect. The pleasure of touching and watching you is having a strong effect on me as well. Your beauty causing me to swell beneath my towel.

I rub up your legs, massaging above your knees, but then skipping the thighs to move to your hands. First up one arm, then the other. Careful, again to touch every point, and gently massage in the oil, returning to the bowl as I need more, dripping it along your body as I return to my work.

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Gradually across your shoulders and collarbones I move, the oil thicker here from all the drips I've spilt along you so far. Up to the base of your neck, stopping at the choker. Then I move down along the hollow between your breasts, and around beneath them. Careful to avoid your nipples yet, but gently pushing the skin and squeezing the way you like, the way you can't resist. Your will to be the doll is still strong, and you lay there motionless, waiting for my sign.

Standing beside you, I reach for my hips and loosen the towel, letting it drop to my feet. Unbound, my cock leaps slightly from between my legs and rests thick there as I ready to go back to my work, but watching your face. The flit of motion there as you struggle to remain aloof, disconnected, is enticing. Your needs competing with your desire to be good for me are a complicated potion, and I'm about to make it harder to resist. I press my fingers, and the oil into your breast, massaging them hard as I close in on your nipples. Then gently I allow the oil to drizzle there from my fingers, and build up your stiffness layer by layer, pressing and tracing on the sensitive skin. All this, and the only motion from you is the involuntary stiffening of your nipples. My body swells at the discipline and patience I know you are showing.

I know it's time to begin the real test, and I move my body around as I work my hands down your stomach, over your hips. I put my knees up on the bed, and swing myself around to hold straddle your head, my stiffening cock hanging heavily by your face now, so close. I can feel the electric tension in your body as you hold yourself still, against every desire you have inside. It strengthens my arousal that you don't immediately break the spell and devour me. It makes me desire you even more.

My hands trace your body down, along your hips, and into the fold of your thighs, careful not to press close in on you, knowing the signal to wake you up is there, hidden between your legs. Out the length of your thighs, and then back, closer this time, folding your labia between my hands and teasing your chance. I lean in and suck gently at the skin around your thigh and stomach. Wet sounds of my releasing the pressure suddenly leaving deep marks there, that will turn beautiful colors over the next days. Little flowers of my feelings for you, each a jolt to your system, and still you remain, unmoving.

Then my fingers glide up your thigh, and poise at the entrance to you. Unable to resist any longer myself, I plunge my fingers into you and you come alive beneath me. Suddenly, and hungrily devouring my cock as it hangs between us, greedily sucking it as my tongue begins to work at soaking up your wetness. Your body behaves as if suddenly all the sensation it had stored up is arriving to you, and you moan and grope as you struggle against the convulsions of feeling flooding over you. My continued insistence at your clit and inside your cunt driving the sensations on, and forward.

No longer my doll, you begin to sing out your praise to our bodies joining, and working together, nearly crying from the emotions held in wait. I moan into your skin as I move, the smile rising in my whole body at the thought of you and how you are feeling. Properly cared for, and suddenly alert and present with me.

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