This is the story about a lawyer who worked on my floor, who hadn't quite recognized her need to be submissive, and a slave, but I could see it in her and did my duty to make her position clear to her. The tale will follow her progression into her new life as my toy and plaything.
The story was originally started elsewhere, but I've cleaned it up some to post it here, otherwise it's the same and I'll add new chapters going forward.
My Little Doll
By
Semiater
Chapter One
I just couldn't sit still, I couldn't sit in my office anymore, not today, I was too anxious, too excited; it was like being a kid on Christmas eve and the time seemed to pass so slowly in was painful.
It was Friday morning, the day had just started, but I couldn't wait for it to be over with, I couldn't wait for the evening to be here, when work was done and I was home. I had big plans ahead.
I stood on the sky-bridge in the atrium which connected the two towers of the complex I work in. I looked down over the lobby below. I watched intently as I saw her enter, she didn't see me, or at least she didn't look up to acknowledge my presence looming high above her.
I'd seen her hundreds, perhaps thousands, of times before, but I never really noticed her. That's not really true, oh, I noticed her, but I didn't really 'notice' her, if you have any idea what I mean. She was just part of the scenery, but I'd never studied her before.
She was pretty, a petit, tiny, Asian girl. I didn't know if she was Japanese, Chinese or whatever heritage wise, I didn't know anything about her really, nothing, other than she looked like a precious little doll to me and I wanted her.
She had the most gorgeous, luscious, shimmering black hair, and the way it covered her eye, like a partial mask, always hanging to one side, I loved it. I never gave it much thought before, but it looked almost like an affectation, something planned, something concocted.
And then the way she looked at you, almost askance, never directly, never looking you straight in the eye, it was odd, but provocative.
But more than anything, it was her gait, perhaps that's what threw me off, it was so confident and bold, yet, I wondered, was it a compensation for something else, an act, a construction of some sort.
I'd never talked to her, we worked on the same floor, so I'd seen her many times, even having ridden the elevators together with her occasionally, in silence of course.
I really hadn't noticed her though, not really, other than to appreciate how attractive she was, but there was nothing more, nothing out of the ordinary.
I knew she must have been a lawyer; it was a pretty easy assumption, a good part of the building was occupied by law offices, particularly my floor, and she didn't look like an admin or support staff, so she must have been one of the many unhappy attorneys plying our wares in the complex.
She always wore pantsuits, I'd never seen her in a skirt; I did notice that about her, her outfits, because I didn't like it at all, I hated it in fact. I wanted to see her in skirts, the slacks, like her stride, it seemed inappropriate, ill-befitting her true nature, probably an affectation as well.
My coworker, he'd described her as 'proper', and I suppose that's as good a description as any. She had that air of structure, fastidiousness, restraint even, but perhaps it was merely a façade, a well-practiced front. Perhaps she herself didn't even know the walls she seemed to be putting up.
Yesterday, last night, it had been a long day, it was probably nine or ten, I'm not even sure what time it was really, it all blurs after a while. Most of the offices had cleared out, but of course, there were always some of us sticking around late, cases to work on, administrative duties to catch up on, all the bullshit that goes with the daily grind of working idiots.
The girl, she and I, we'd gotten on the elevator together, and, it hit me, something about her just struck me at that instant. Maybe it was the exhaustion from the long day, and week, but then I knew what it was about her, the mask, the façade she projected, what she was hiding.
She looked at me, a little perfunctory smile, but never looking at me directly, never moving her head, just staring straight ahead, her eyes darting toward me for a mere instant. Then, I blurted out, without even conscious intent.
"You want to be collared, don't you slut?" For the first time ever she looked me in the eyes, incredulous, yet fully aware.
"What? EXCUSE me?" Her voice cracked ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly.
"A slave, you wanna be a slave!" Her eyes were fixed on mine, but I could see the slight tremble in her frame.
"You wanna suck my cock, right now, don't you cunt?" She jumped when the elevator bell rung our floor.
"You want to suck my cock, right now, don't you?" She didn't say a word, she tried to exit the elevator boldly, confidently, but I could tell her legs were weak, I could tell she had to think about it, consider, concentrate on every step she took, and even then she stumbled.
I followed without speaking, I loved the way she walked, so measured, with such ardor, so intent to get away from me.
I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her in the utility closet. She let out a small bleat, but nothing more. Her eyes were fixed on me as the heavy door snapped shut behind us.
"On your knees cunt!" Her body was visibly trembling as she fell to her knees on the dusty floor.
I had my dick out by the time I got to her, I grabbed her by the back of the head and slid my dick between her striking, moist, lips. I heard her gag as I forced my groin into her nose, I could feel the way her throat convulsed as my balls pressed against her chin.
I wound my fingers through her hair, tugged her mouth off my shaft, then arched her head back. She was staring up at me when I spit in her open mouth.
I didn't pause for long and started skull-fucking her in earnest. I loved the way she choked on my cock, but I didn't let up. I loved the sound, the slurping, as I rammed my prick between her lips harder and harder.
It didn't take long, I felt it in my balls tighten, I felt them convulse before I burst. I held the back of her head firm and buried my dick to the hilt in her mouth. I felt her tongue against the bottom of my prick, and the way her lips clamped down on my cock. I could see her body quiver as cum exploded from my cock and flooded her gullet.
I held her there, her lips wrapped around my dick, this girl, kneeling in front of me in the utility closet, till I finally felt the all worries and tension drain away from me.
Her eyes were fixed on my prick as she moved her tongue over the underside of my cock in her mouth. I tugged on the back of her scalp and eased my dick from between her lips.
"Lick my balls cunt!" I felt the gentle lapping of her tongue on my balls. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a business card as she licked away. I could see the way she looked up at me, my dick resting on her forehead as she moved her tongue over my balls. I wrote my address on the card and stuffed it in the breast pocket of her jacket.
"Stand up!" She jerked at the volume of my command. I eased my aching dick into my slacks, then grabbed an old office chair that was leaning against the wall and sat down.
