Dolls Dont Talk

Erica's eyes lit up, glued to Donna's phone as she swiped, showing off photo after photo of one of her kinky parties. Latex, nylon, collars, an array of clothing she had rarely seen before, let alone all in one place, mixed in with such a relaxed setting. The whole experience just seemed fascinating to her.

Leaning on Donna's shoulder, she couldn't help herself from staring. "So," Erica said, her brain still catching up to this reality, "people just show up wearing this stuff? Driving to your house down the street, exposed to the world?" Donna chuckled, no stranger to the submissive excitement currently glinting in her friend's eyes.

"Some do, I suppose" she said, "but others will change when they get there for the party. Also cars are notoriously difficult to see into at night, you know."

"Oh, right. Duh." Erica blushed slightly as Donna chuckled at her, swiping through the album. The next picture they landed on made Erica gasp out loud on the couch, her hand moving to cover her mouth.

Donna smirked, "Ah, yes" she said, "I thought you might like that one." Erica's eyes widened about as wide as they could go, her grip on Donna's shoulder tightening.

"Who is that..." Erica asked, her voice soft with excitement.

"That," Donna said, placing the phone into Erica's hand so she could examine it further, "is a doll. Someone who shows up to serve, a toy for the rest of the party."

"Wow, she is so pretty..." Erica gently traced a finger along the photo, unable to tear away from the bound woman on the screen.

Wearing a latex hood, face completely hidden beside the two tiny holes for her nostrils, she stood proudly in some beautiful black heels. A nylon bodysuit was wrapped around her, solid seams running up and down her body, her waist wrapped in a similar latex corset, snug and perfectly in place. Completely covered, yet utterly exposed, a black leather collar adorning her neck, bound in place by some sleek steel cuffs, a display and nothing more.

Donna smiled seeing the effect this was having on her friend, indulging her curiosity for a while now with peeks into the world of kink, knowing Erica's intrigue into the lifestyle was far more than she ever let on. Feeling an opening, she gently played with her hair as she rested on her shoulder, Erica's focus completely on the doll.

"Can you see her collar?" Erica nodded, not looking up from the phone. "So they are colour coded for the party. Black means she is there to be looked at, nothing more. No touching, moving, any form of contact all night until she is released." Erica made a tiny noise, as if her excitement was seeping from her lips unwillingly.

"Red," Donna continued, a smile on her face, "means

some

touching. Those dolls are often serving drinks, felt up by party members, more of a tease than anything else." More excited noises escaped from Erica as she listened, her mind dancing with images of what she was hearing.

"And finally, the classic metallic look. Those dolls are to be used however people see fit." Donna smiled, her hand continuing to run through her excited friend's hair. "In back rooms, in front of strangers, or even displayed on a stage I set up from time to time, having different Dom's put on shows for the rest of us."

Erica finally managed to shake off that submissive could permeating her mind, blushing as she finally handed back Donna's phone. "That um, wow. That sounds hot as fuck." Donna laughed, thoroughly enjoying teasing her friend, turning off the screen as they faced each other.

"It can be, yes. Really depends on the person, some people hate being dolls, often used as punishment by their Masters." Smiling, she let her voice fall lower. "But for others, yes it is quite a powerful experience." Erica squirmed, her blush not leaving her face anytime soon.

"You know," Donna smirked, playfully poking her friend's thigh, "I'm often always looking for more dolls to decorate a party with..."

Erica eye's widened, instantly staring down at the ground. "What! Oh I could never, come on. Me? Like that? No...no." She continued, trying to convince herself with each word. "No, there's no way I could do that." Donna smiled, offering her obviously excited friend a shrug.

"I won't push it, sweetie, that's a personal choice." Donna said, ready to drop the subject after sliding in one final little mental poke for her friend to dwell on. "But, if you do change your mind, my offer will always be there if it's something you ever want to experience."

Erica left a few hours later, unable to get that picture out of her mind. Being placed on display like that, your individuality stolen by the latex hood, hidden away and turned into a faceless toy. A doll. Such a perfect word for what that experience would feel like, an experience that she couldn't stop her imagination from eating at her, Donna's offer seeming to float enticingly right in front of her face.

After three days of inner turmoil, arguments with herself, and a night cumming her brains out on a vibrator, Erica finally sent a text to her kinky friend.

Erica: YOU are an evil bitch, putting that thought into my head! But FINE! I accept your offer.

Donna chuckled to herself at work, seeing the dramatic text on her phone, surprised it had taken three days for her friend to crack. The next party she was throwing wasn't for another few weeks, plenty of time to gather some pieces for Erica to wear.

Twenty days later, a terrified and excited Erica showed up to Donna's house, eyes wide with an eagerness she had never felt before. Donna hugged her friend, placing a protective arm around her shoulder as she was led inside, fate sealed as the door closed behind them. There was an array of people running around preparing things for the evening, all smiling or waving at the new addition timidly walking in.

Donna sat Erica down in a room with several other people, mostly women who were all chatting happily with one another.

"Hello, my darling dolls." Donna said, all eyes looking up at the two of them.

"Hi Mistress Donna." The dolls said in unison, everyone wearing the same excited smile, their eagerness for the evening evident on their face. Donna rubbed her friend's back, lending her some confidence.

"This is my very good friend Erica, and she's going to be a doll for the first time tonight." Excited squeals and claps sounded around the room, Erica's face blushing so hard she worried she might simply die on the spot, offering a tiny little wave in response.

Leaning in, Donna spoke to Erica. "I have some other things to attend to before tonight, but the dolls here will help you get ready." Giving her friend another boost of confidence in the form of a hug, also adding a playful smack on her ass, Donna headed out of the room, throwing Erica into the kinky fire as it were before her.

The two dolls near her, Faith and Melody, pulled Erica down between them, both wearing the same outfit she had seen in the photo. Friendly and open, Erica felt herself slowly becoming more comfortable, allowing that excitement she had for this experience to show. They talked about past experiences, what to expect, and how much fun she was going to have.

Donna returned to see Erica smiling and laughing, chatting along with the other dolls, perfectly fitting into their dynamic. She smirked, her suspicion confirmed that her friend would take to this quite well, placing down the package in her hands on the table. Erica stared at it curiously, looking back up at Donna.

"That is your outfit for tonight, hun." Erica's eyes lit up, reaching to open it, stopping when Donna tutted at her, shaking her finger. "Ah-ah! Since this is your first time, I don't want you to see it. I don't need you chickening out on me before you even try to experience it."

"I won't!" Erica huffed, glaring at Donna towering over her.

"Oh really? Julia's birthday comes to mind..."

Erica growled. "THERE WAS KARAOKE! And I knew you bitches would make me sing!"

The dolls all giggled around her, Erica huffing up at Donna, glaring as hard as she could. But Donna just smirked, offering up a shrug.

"My house, my party, my rules." Donna basked in the anger radiating from her friend, grinning at her complete amusement in this new dynamic between them.

"Now, say 'Thank you, Mistress Donna for my outfit', and sit there like a good girl patiently while Faith and Melody get you dressed." More giggles surrounded Erica as she fumed, pouting.

"I'm not saying that." Donna smiled, moving closer to Erica, hand running through her hair as she forced her to look up at her. She let her dominating presence fill the room, a heavy silence between them, watching as that submissive energy flooded into her friend. Eyes softening and widening, Erica whined up at her, but she just held her pose, waiting.

Finally Erica huffed, "thank you,

Mistress

Donna, for my outfit." A dangerous amount of sass, but Donna patted her friends head, satisfied she had followed her request.

"See? You're learning already." Blowing a kiss, she disappeared into the house once more, leaving a red-faced Erica watching her go.

Faith giggled beside her, "wow, you two REALLY know each other." Erica shifted her glare in a different direction, but the smile and giggle only grew louder. Sighing, Erica pouted, staring at the package beside her.

"I really want to seee it though..." Melody grinned, resting her head on Erica's shoulder.

"Don't worry, they always take tons of pictures." Erica lit up hearing that.

"Oh yeah," Faith said, reaching into the package to pull out Erica's hood. "I spend waaaaay too long going through them the next day. It's a problem." The women laughed as they turned to Erica, motioning her to get undressed. Soon sitting in just her panties and bra, she blushed as Melody ran a brush through her hair, separating and braiding it into two pigtails, tiny black bows holding them tightly together.

Erica rolled her eyes, but Melody just shrugged. "Mistress Donna's orders as part of the outfit, sorry hun." She felt ridiculous in this hairstyle, but sat still while she finished, her heart beginning to beat rapidly. Dom's slowly started filtering into the room, going towards their own dolls, Donna the last to enter. Before Erica could react, she pulled down her chin, stuffing a cloth into her open mouth.

"Hush," Donna said to the muffled protests coming from her friend's mouth, "and listen. There are three rules Dolls must follow for these parties, each equally important." She kept Erica's face still, pulling out some tape to wrap around her head, keeping the cloth in place in her mouth.

Nodding to Faith, she proudly spoke. "One! While Dolls are here to serve, they should NEVER do something they're uncomfortable with."

"Two!" Melody chimed in, showing off for Mistress Donna. "If a doll is ever uncomfortable, they shake their head to the sides, loudly say "uh-uh" over and over until their Dom comes to collect them." She mimicked this over and over, beaming as Donna called her a good girl.

"And three," Donna said, finished with her tape gag, staring down at Erica. "Dolls don't talk." Erica whined, instantly turned on by the third rule, pussy instantly wet from the intensity in her friend's eyes. Ensuring she heard her, Donna stared right into Erica's eyes, hammering her point home. "They may whimper, whine, growl, pout, cry, glare and sass to their heart's content." Placing a thumb under Erica's chin, she leaned in even closer to her face.

"But Dolls. Don't. Talk." Erica gulped, her submissive mindset solidified as she nodded up at Mistress Donna, no longer using her title with anything but complete subservience. Donna smiled, seeing that change in her friend, the change that happened to every submissive once they fell into that part of themselves.

Satisfied the rules had sunk in, Mistress Donna took the hood from Faith, gently putting it in place around Erica's face. Pigtails pulled out of the holes at the top, breathing holes perfectly aligned, Donna smiled as she listened to the excited gagged whimpers constantly coming through the hood. Faith and Melody quickly helped dress Erica, stepping into the mystery outfit, feeling the pieces pulled up her body and fit into place. The uncertainty of what she was wearing drove her insane with lust, failing to remember a time she was more turned on than in that moment.

Erica was helped down, kneeling on the floor as Mistress Donna helped her other two dolls into their hoods. Soon all three knelt before her, all brimming with an excited energy, a mix of giggles and whimpers as they felt collars being locked around their necks.

Donna stood back, admiring her handiwork, knowing they were ready. "Excellent, you three make such pretty dolls." They giggled, shifting back and forth with eagerness on their knees before their Mistress. "Now, you are all wearing black collars. Remember your rules, behave, and I will collect you at the end of the night." Leaning down, she placed her lips right on Erica's ear.

"Oh, and have fun." Erica blushed underneath the hood, breathing heavily through her nostrils as Mistress Donna helped her up, guiding her blindly through the house. She heard voices at each turn, people rushing to put the final touches on things before the arrival of guests, her heels clicking off the hard floor.

Erica felt cuffs being added to her wrists, locked together behind her. More cuffs went on her upper arm, pulled together just slightly, her chest thrusted forward. Legs forced apart, she felt a spreader bar connected to each ankle, a wide but comfortable stance. Finally a chain was clipped to the binds holding her upper arm, now connected to the wall. Firmly in place, Erica breathed heavily as she whined, the reality of being placed on display filling her entire body with a warm, eager excitement.

Donna gave her one last squeeze of encouragement on her shoulder, before leaving her friend to the solitude of her hood. A night of being surrounded by people, yet completely isolated was ahead of her, knowing just how powerful that could be. Erica whimpered as she stood in place, shaking with excitement as she did the only thing she had control over.

She waited.

People slowly filled in around her, the space noisier and full of life, her hood only reducing her ability to hear slightly. Erica constantly let out tiny whimpers into her gag, hardened excited nipples feeling as if they'd pierce whatever thin fabric she was wearing. So many voices moved towards her, giggling as they admired the doll, discussing her as if she was simply a decoration in Mistress Donna's house.

It was exhilarating.

Yet true to Donna's word, not a single person touched her. Not one. No cheeky grip, subtle trail of fingers brushing her skin, gripping her collar, cupping and rubbing her obvious and extremely wet pussy. A part of her wouldn't mind at all feeling groping hands over her stimulated body, but the collar protected her from any form of contact, which was quite comforting being in such a vulnerable situation.

Time was a blur in Erica's own little hooded world, whimpering away silently to herself as she listened to those around her. So many little comments, admiring the doll before them, laughing and pointing out her obvious excitement. Erica blushed fiercely under that hood with each little remark about her pussy, or the sensitive and completely hard nipples that she could not control in any way, shape, or form.

Breathing heavily through her arousal, Erica felt a presence in front of her, seeming far different than the others. It took its time admiring her, a deep throaty chuckle that reverberated through her body, letting out a whine into her gag. After several minutes of staring, so close she felt as if his breath was seeping into the latex hood, the presence spoke.

"Donna, this new doll of yours is exquisite."

That voice, hooooooooooooooooooooooly fuck that voice...

Erica thought to herself, a deep rumble that she swore she felt right in her clit, not helping with her wet pussy in the slightest.

"Yes, she is a new acquisition." Erica heard Donna say, seeing that smug smirk on her friend's face in her mind if not with her eyes. "She still has much to learn, far too dramatic for my liking, but she certainly shows promise." Erica growled into the gag, trying to glare at her pest of a friend. The man beside Donna chuckled once more.

"I see." He leaned in, feeling him so close to her hood, whimpering as her body betrayed her excitement. "Do you want to cum, little doll?" Erica nearly screamed, not expecting that question, yet it set her body ablaze with energy. She wanted to answer, wanted to scream yes into the room, have this man she knew nothing about rub that big, strong hand over her pussy again and again, until she finally received the orgasm she so desperately needed in that moment.

But Donna's words echoed in her mind.

Dolls Don't Talk.

Such a simple rule, really. With the gag in her mouth, Erica hadn't given it a second thought. Yet, as he proposed that question to her, she wanted nothing more than to break that rule, break out of her binds, and jump whoever this deep voiced stranger was.

Yet, she could not shake those words.

Dolls Don't Talk.

Erica's body quivered with frustration, with need. She whined into the gag, needing to feel someone touching her more than ever before. But she remained silent. She remained motionless. She remained a doll.

Another chuckle. "No? Are you sure? All you have to do is ask. I'd be happy to play with that beautiful, wet pussy of yours." Erica whimpered pathetically, constantly fighting the urge to take him up on that offer, to break down and succumb to her urges. But once again, those intense words from her friend, staring down at her, hand delicately holding her in place.

Dolls Don't Talk.

Erica felt him stand back up, his presence removed from her immediate area. "Promise indeed, Donna" he said, a respectful tone in his voice. The two continued chatting, their voices dimming as they walked further into the party, Erica taking several loud breaths after the whole ordeal.

She listened as the voices filtered out around her, body aching from holding this position for so long. Erica squeaked as she felt a hand rest on her shoulder, shocked after not being touched for so long, giggling as Donna calmly informed her it was just her. Freed from her binds and the wall, Erica was helped on shaky legs blindly to the little dressing room that had been set up for all the dolls.

Slowly, Donna removed her hood, Erica blinking in the bright light, face and hair covered with sweat. Smiling, her friend removed the gag, sighing happily as she took a big breath for the first time in hours. Erica, still floating from the experience, let her friend strip down the outfit she was wearing, not even bothering to look, her mind lost in subspace.

Donna took her hand, leading her upstairs to the shower, ordering her inside to clean up, the hot water soothing her sore muscles, slightly calming the inner turmoil she felt radiating from her pussy. Finally clean, Donna wrapped her in a warm bath robe, nuzzling against her as they settled into a chair in her room. Erica just rested against her friend, slowly coming down from her incredible experience, Donna gently running fingers through her wet hair.

Feeling herself once more, Erica peeked up at her friend. "That was fun."

Donna smiled. "I had a feeling that you would take to that experience quite well, sweetie." She placed a finger under Erica's chin, her big eyes reflecting in the low light. "Were you comfortable? No rules broken?" Erica nodded, feeling her mind slowly clear from the submissive fog.

"My arms are sore, and being in heels for so long I'm sure I will complain tomorrow" Erica said, stretching her long legs out in Donna's lap. "But I really loved it, Donna. Wait, Mistress Donna?" Donna laughed, playfully pinching her friend's nose.