He leaned in to kiss her. "My beautiful doll," he said. She looked at him in anticipation at his words.
"Do you want to be my doll?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir," she responded.
"This will be a difficult session," he informed her. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, Sir."
He led her to the bedroom where he had already laid everything out. On the bed were her collar, an arm binder, a ring gag, and a special outfit.
She didn't have to undress. She wasn't allowed clothes inside. House rules. She picked up the lingerie. A cupless, see-through lace baby doll. Aptly named, she thought. She pulled it over her head and arranged it so that her breasts were bare and ready for attention. She was beginning to look like a sex doll, which was exactly what she was becoming.
After her clothing, such as it was, was perfect, she turned her back to him and put her arms behind her back. He took the arm binder sleeve and started to lace her into it. Her elbows almost touched when he was done tying the laces and buckling the straps. Her back arched and her breasts jutted forward. He turned her around to look at him. He reached out with both hands and pinched her nipples sharply. She gasped at the unexpected pain.
"Now, now, dolls don't make noises," he reminded her as he picked the gag up from the bed. "I guess we really do need this, after all."
She obediently opened her mouth as wide as she could. He placed the gag in her mouth, forcing it open, then buckled it behind her head. Finally, he picked up her collar and placed it around her neck. He locked the buckle shut. She was now his perfect sex doll. His to do with as he pleased.
He then led her to the living room, stopping her in the middle of the room. She looked at him in confusion. "We'll need the space," he answered the question in her eyes.
He circled her as a predator might circle its prey. She stayed standing, not moving, staring straight ahead. He admired the way her outfit accentuated her assets. The baby doll ended just at the bottom of her ass. He slid his hand up the bottom of the skirt and caressed her buttocks. He couldn't wait to turn those cheeks rosy.
As quickly as his hand had reached out, he pulled it back and continued his examination. He checked the arm binder once more. Satisfied that it was as tight as it could be and that she could not move her arms, he moved around to her front.
He looked at her breasts with unadulterated lust. They were beautiful. Already large, the arch of her back pushed them forward obscenely, making them seen even larger. He cupped them, one in each hand, as if weighing them.
"I'm going to have so much fun with these, doll," he said. She heard the edge in his voice and a shiver ran down her spine. It was part anticipation, part fear. She knew he'd keep that promise.
He removed his hands from her breasts and she felt a pang of disappointment. She daren't pout, however. Not that she could with her mouth held open by the gag. He caught the look in her eyes and chuckled softly.
"All in good time," he told her.
Without warning he shoved two fingers into her open mouth. She gagged and choked, unprepared for this onslaught. He pulled his hand away and slapped her across the face.
"You will take what's given to you and you will do so gracefully," he said harshly. She felt her face redden with shame.
His voice gentled. "I know you want to be a good doll. You just need to remember the rules." He kissed her cheek, then gently kissed the top of both breasts.
His gaze became fierce again. "Now for some fun," he declared and he pinched her nipples hard between his thumbs and forefingers. Her breath caught sharply in surprise. Her mind was reeling trying to keep up with his sudden personality shifts. She somehow managed to hold her position staring straight ahead without flinching away from the unexpected pain.
"Good doll," he praised her as he reached down to touch her pussy. He slid a finger inside her.
"My, my, what have we here?" he asked in an amused tone. "My doll is so wet."
He slipped his finger out of her and began to rub her clit. It was all she could do not to move her hips with the circles he was drawing on and around that sensitive nub.
He pushed two finders inside her, curving them against her g-spot. He pressed down while slowly fucking her with his fingers. He started varying the speed. Fast and hard then exasperatingly slow. He watched her carefully looking for signs of an impending orgasm. As soon as she was close, he'd pull back and begin teasing her all over again.
She was whimpering through the gag. If she'd been able to talk she would have been begging to cum. In her current state, however, she could only stand there and accept his complete power over her.
Every time he started to bring her up towards orgasm, he brought her just a little bit closer and held her there just a fraction of a second longer. She was hanging on to her self-control by a thread and he knew it.
Part of him wanted to continue until she could take no more and shattered into a million pieces, but he wasn't done with her yet. He had made her a promise, after all. And a gentleman always keeps his promises.
He slipped his fingers from her pussy and shoved them into her mouth. She was expecting it this time and neither choked nor gagged. She cleaned them as best she could without being able to close her lips around them and suck them clean. After a few seconds, he pulled his hand away and examined his fingers.
"I guess this is the best I can expect," he said dismissively. He then wiped the remaining pussy juice across her face making sure to get every trace of it off his skin.
Once again, he cupped her breasts in both hands. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "You're a good doll," he whispered in her ear. "But that won't save you."
