Dollhouse Elf

*gender neutral language used for both partners*

[theres magic everywhere, let the mystery of fantasy answer any inconsistencies with ephemeral enigmatic allure]

I'm awoken as I'm scooped from my puffy soft bed into the large hands of my Highness. I yawn and wiggle my hips into their palm, stretching like well-oiled ball joints in their grasp. "Good morning, sleepyhead," they say. Groggy but cute, my hair's a tussled mess of waves, my cheeks rosy from the wake up. They plant an oversized kiss all over my face, making me grin against their plump lips. They pull back with a little smacking sound.

"Good morning, Your Highness," I reply sleepily. Almost immediately, my silky slip teddy is being nudged off my smooth shoulders by their large confident hands. Exposing my full collarbone and chest makes me groggily giggle and my hands go to my face to cover my grin. My playmate has other plans, and my arms are gently forced back down by my side, leaving me open to their whim. Every breath makes the fabric just so slightly fall lower on my soft tiddies.

One of their thick fingers traces my thighs right where the fabric meets my asscheeks. With a quick pinch, the lower hem of my minuscule nightie is tugged with steady force till it bounces my tiddies, slides down my arms and floats to the bedsheets where I just lay. Exposed with my arms at my sides and a sweet smile on my face, I'm bare and blushing and feeling the sunbeam of attention in their gaze. I become clay every time I'm in their hands, like they could move and bend me to their amusement ad nauseam.

My Highness is looking at me like they're hungry, their huge fingers prodding and lifting my tiddies while I'm nude for them. "How's my babydoll today?" They squish and pinch my pale nipples easily with just their index and thumb. Mmm, my favorite way to greet the day.

I bite my lip at feeling deeply desired, so I blush harder and let my head fall, relaxing into their hands. "So good, especially now that you're here to play with me." Their finger coaxes my chin up so I gaze upwards and let my eyes meet theirs. They're big and blueish and have so many tiny little flecks of dark and light and a little bit of green that I get caught in their kaleidoscope. The tension feels thick and hazy but their vision is direct and crystal. Embarrassing, maybe, but I enjoy the attention, to be the center that the compass rotates around to make the circle. Their big thumb pushes a few strands of wavy hair back behind my pointed ear.

My holder don't usually dress me in any panties or undergarments, but I don't mind. It's an honor to just be their plaything, to get dressed by their hands. They have such a big wardrobe for me, anyways, all hung up and folded in my closet that they arranged for me. They say I'm about the size of someone called a Brat or a Barbie, according to the writing on some of the clothes and furniture that they've collected for me over the months. I stretch my arms upward just a little, and they set me down delicately. The balls of my feet hit the surface of the table that the dollhouse sits on. Even though they gave me free range for the moment, I know to stand still for them and wait patiently, looking around my little home. They built the entire 3-story castle thing for me, but I helped pick out all of the decor as much as I could.

"Did you see that I got you something, babydoll?" They ask, and they gesture to the other side of the table.

I look to my right and see there's a big box not too far down from me, not as large as me but certainly larger than a matchbox. I'm take a couple of cautious steps toward where it's sitting, looking at it like it's dangerous. "You need me to help you open it?" They prod the backs of my knees so I stumble towards it, rewarding me an amused chuckle. I watch them slowly start to open the box for me, crinkling the tissue paper as the package is unwrapped. They move their hand back to let me see inside so I peer into the package. Oh my!

I grin big and reach inside to grab the new garments. They're a little different from my other outfits, the first two pieces are made from lots of natural leather straps and thick metal rings. God, it smells amazing. I hold up the confusing things and move them around a little, not sure how I'll even get into it. Not quite sure where my arms even go. But I'm excited at the restrictions and their attention to detail. Did they make this?

There's something in the box below it, a couple of things actually. But only one is on this layer of paper and looks like it's maybe a dress or a tunic. I lift it up by the thin little straps which form a loose hanging v in the gossamer fabric, the waist tight but opens with two long slits up the legs all the way to the waist, sure to expose all my thighs and hips. "I think you'll like them better on," they say to me, slowly scooping me up in their hands and laying me down on the big bed they made for me.

My arms are gently pushed out to the sides slightly away from my body and they move up to my hair, pushing it back and over one shoulder. They guide one part around my waist, flipping me over and securing the straps behind me before bringing other straps over my shoulders. I submit completely to their will, letting them take control of my body. I relax into their hands and trust that they'll take care of me, and they always do. They know just how to caress my skin, how to flick against my clit, how to pinch and prod exactly where I like. I start to feel my breath get heavier just from their touch already.

They flip me over again effortlessly and tighten the straps across my tiddies, forming the juicy curves that I love. They grab the other strappy piece and slid it around my waist, accentuating my big hips even more. Soon there are large fingers around my thighs and I moan a little as the leather is tightened by my pussy, their hands delicately gracing my wet cunt. I look down and watch them leave my bush exposed, straps only going around my legs and around to cup my ass.

My arms are pushed upwards so my hands reach to the ceiling and they pull me up so I'm standing on the bed. Then they drop the tunic fabric over my head and arms. The straps rest delicately on my shoulders and the sheer fabric glides down past my hips, keeping my legs exposed from the openings. The lightweight fabric covers very little of me, but it feels so supple and sexy.

I'm carefully released near my big mirror, "So, what do you think?" they ask me. I stare at the elf in the mirror and giggle. My hips are out from the slits of the garment but my waist is held in tight, leaving my hourglass figure on full display. There's one thin panel of semi-sheer tunic covering just my pussy and my tiddies but if I look closely I can still see bush and nipples. I lift up the skirt and angle my body to try to see my ass, looking plump from the tight straps around it. "Oh my god, I look hot!" I do a little spin and look up to them to see their huge grin.

"You're more than just hot, you're delicious, desirable." I've seen that look before and I know we're about to play. "My little elf prince. Your hair and skin look so good in green." They're right, this green is very complimentary to the red of my hair, and the natural leather is cute on my freckles. It reminds me of what I'd try to find and wear when I was living in the forest, but I could never find anything this perfect. My pulse is going so fast from the way they're eyeing me, and from the way I'm eyeing myself.

"Desirable? What do you desire from me?" I ask playfully, yearning into their huge curious eyes through my lashes. I find the panels of the tunic and do my little spin for them again. The wind breezed against my ass so I hope they got the peek I wanted.

"You know what I desire." They said, getting lower and bringing their face closer to mine. "But I got you something else, did you see it?" They look towards the open box. I excitedly rush over and pull off a layer of tissue paper to reveal their next surprise. Laying there is a big dragon dildo, in a beautiful gold color and shaped almost like a tongue, the silicone huge with what looks like a strong suction cup. I pick it up and feel the heft and squish of the toy, it's bigger than my fist and so long that I don't know how I'll ever get it all into my pussy. But I want to try harder than I've ever strived to before, to take this entire monster. I know I can do it, it's not that much bigger than taking their fingers. My jaw feels level with the floor, adrenaline to my fingertips.

"I know you're here during the day all on your lonesome, and I wanted to give you something closer to my size." They give me a grin and I rush over to them and hug them as best I could. Which, with our size differences, usually means pressing into their chest with my arms open wide and getting my face covered in fabric. Today they're shirtless so I press into their soft chest to feel the full effect of their rumbling earthquake laughter.

I let out a squeal, "Thank you thank you thank you! You're so good to me," I usually have to project my voice when I'm talking but I know I'm yelling.

Next thing I know their hands are on my back, wrapping their fingers around my waist and picking me up, my ass sitting on their entwined pinkies. They lift me up to their face and I get a chance to plant a kiss on their plump lips, which envelop most of my face. I love getting covered in their spit, but today they're careful to not get my new leather all wet just yet.

I feel them shift me into just their right hand, the left one laying flat enough to stand me on. Once I'm set down on their hand, I find my footing in the center crevice of their palm, tunic only mildly tangled. "Fuck, this is cute on you." They pick up an edge of the fabric to reveal more of my leg and the leather, and a little of my red bush. "I knew it would be worth the work with all those tiny little buckles."

"You're very talented," I asked, now joining them with my much smaller hands in examining the pieces. I grab at my tiddies, accentuated with straps, round and plump resting just on the top of the tunic. We're both looking at the same thing and soon their fingers are pinching me. Fuck, that feels good, they're so skilled at playing with me. I moan and push into their fingers, greedy for even more. "You're very talented at a lot of things." They slide their hand down my torso and pinch my hips, going under the fabric to slide one finger along my pussy.

I'm already wet and they feel that on their finger pad, groaning quietly. "I want to play with you for a while today, okay doll?" My breathing is getting heavy.

I moan, grinding my clit against their thick finger between my legs. "Yes please, Your Highness."

"Turn around for me," they demand as they withdraw their finger. I do as I'm told and turn around to face their thumb. They push down on my shoulders so that I bend at the hips. There's a swishing sensation and suddenly my ass is bare, the tunic flipped to the side over my hips. There's a brief pause and a little bit of a rustling. "Are you ready, toy?"

"Yes!" I'm more than ready," I yell back. I'm not sure what I'm ready for, though. I feel myself drip down my thigh.

Smack! There's a sudden thud that ripples my asscheeks and sends prickles through my skin. Ouch! They flick me hard one more time with their instrument, probably the pencil that I like based on the wooden sensation. They really went for it, a deep dive to introduce my ass to the pain. Then I'm soothed kindly with a light thumb massage for a few seconds, easing the first two cracks. The sensation is dulled, but still leaves a raw post-burn.

They go back to smacking my ass, lightly paddling this time, consistent but not too quick. They stay just long enough between to feel the sting deepen momentarily until the next spank. They're rhythmic and ever so slowly increasing in pressure, until each crack delivers a thick thud. I'm biting their hand and drooling, getting lost in the thicket of it as they go on and on, unrelenting.

My moans slide one into to the other as smack.. smack.. smack.. continues till I'm moaning and feeling myself lulled further into submission. There's a thick faucet of drool dripping onto the thumb that I'm using to hold onto, and I can open my eyes just enough to watch it trail its way down to their palms. The spanking is mesmerizing and the pain rotates around this sweet burning that makes my pussy clench and my insides desperate.

Just as my eyes start to water and the burning turns to deep direct stinging, they send me one fast, hard crack to my ass, right across my pussy. Fuck! My hips lunge forward and I'm pushed down flat on my tummy from the force. I look up and back over my shoulder, tears pouring over, feeling worn and sore with my ass completely exposed to them, the skirt bunched up by my waist. They laugh darkly, "Oh wow, you really took that rough, babydoll. Look at this pencil now," they turned the hand I'm laying on to show me the wooden pencil, now in half, only the splintered eraser end in grasp.

I giggle and moan through the tears as they set the split pencil down. "Aww, I liked that pencil," I teased. Yikes, I'm sore. The tingling is replaced with some good old fashioned bruising and pain that cuts through my submission. Where's all the attention I was just getting? I need some care... I reach back to rub my ass in light little circles.

"Someone's sore, huh?" Ugh, they don't even offer to help.

"Uhh, yeah a little," I manage to get out. Yes, so much. Wow, so much! It's now surfacing even harder. But I'm a good toy. As much as it hurts, I love the way it burns so much that I feel like I was built for it.

"Can you get on your hands and knees for me?" They ask, and I comply quietly. I brace my forearms and push up, settling into the catlike position that they enjoy me in. Stretching my muscles makes the ache even more acute and I moan at the movement. With my cheeks up in the air, arching my back, I can just about feel their eyes on my wet pussy. "Mm good boy," they say. I'm sure I'm now soaking the leather bands of the harness completely. Something tells me it'll just get more saturated.

I gasp sharply as their wet tongue is suddenly lapping at my entire ass, leaving a wet trail of drool to drip down my thighs. The tip of their tongue caresses and flicks my pussy and clit with a speed and precision that causes me to involuntarily twitch. Even the subtlest of movements make me shudder with pleasure and only a little pain as they press their squishy slobbery muscle on my newly forming bruises. Their substantial amount of spit sliding down my skin makes my little puddle on their hand look hilariously minuscule in comparison.

There's this electric combination of soothing my burning ass, teasing my asshole, and rubbing my clit that's quickly getting me so close that my knees feel weak. I'm grinding my hips into their tastebuds and moaning so loudly into their hand that I feel it vibrate back onto my cheeks, making little sloppy raspberries as I exhale.

They know I'm getting close and they moan too, which sends waves of vibration through my skin to my bones like the big electric toy they got for me when I first moved into their dollhouse. The building of pure joy and pleasure climbs and climbs on the second layer of my nervous system through my spine, goes toppling, free-falling through stomach and pussy. I yell that I'm coming between moans but I doubt I'm coherent.

My skin is tingling, my eyes flutter behind my eyelids, and I'm screaming. I don't notice any of it until the sparkling moves all the way to my fingertips, I fizzle, and I finally float to the surface as I cum. I'm lofty and weightless and feeling like that party game where everyone puts a finger on you and you levitate.

They're not done with me, and they keep moaning, keep the sensation rolling and tumbling to crescendo yet again, like the high arch of a good bouncy ball or the release of a leaf to the wind. I'm at the apex of the swingest and yelling at the top of my lungs. Just as I start to cum, they wrap their plump lips around my full pussy and thighs. They start to suck on my cunt and the stimulation around my encircled ass is just too much. I slip into my next orgasm, plunging into an all-encompassing bliss. With one last big lick, they pulled their lips and tongue away from my plump thighs.

Gently, slowly, carefully, tenderly, gingerly, they laid me down onto my bed and I became a cloud amongst the heavens, glowing from the surrounding sunset. The cotton sheets on layers and layers of soft foams and blankets make up my gorgeous sleeping arrangement splayed beneath me. I outstretch my arms on the cool sheets above my head, fluffing my hair and enjoying the tingling dancing on my skin.

A few clicks and sounds are happening on the other side of my dollhouse, and they're interrupting my afterglow. I open my eyes and roll to my side to see their hands putting together my big play platform. A vibrator the size of me is under the wooden base, held steady by something that my Highness made. The platform itself has restraint attachment points all over it, and a small opening in the wood where the silicone of the vibrator peeks out. Ooo yay! I grin and get up onto my knees, excited to keep playing.

"You're not done yet. You know that, right? You haven't even had a chance to play with your new toy, have you?" Their tone is playful, and I elated.

I squeal with excitement, leap off my bed, and rush down my little staircase to the other platform at the bottom of the dollhouse. It's too tall for me to get on myself so I reach my arms up toward my Highness and wait to get lifted. They're smiling at me mischievously and squeeze tight as they pinch my waist to boost me onto the play space.

The vibrator is curved high off the surface of the platform and I want to mount and ride it until I cum. I go over to climb it but they quickly push me aside with the back of their hand.

"Wow, you're so fucking adorable. I cant wait to watch you take this whole thing." They suction the dildo to the vibrator on the curve, right where the vibe is sure to stay on my clit. They move their blockade hand and I skip over to the toys, hiking my leg up and over to eagerly straddle the vibrator hill. The dildo is so big and daunting in front of me, with dramatic curves, textured surface, and a thick intimidating base. My mouth is watering at the enticing golden cock that could wind so perfectly inside me. It's time to savor the treats that have been bestowed upon me.

I put both of my hands around the middle of the toy and open my mouth, sticking out my tongue to lick the tip generously. I'm relishing the size and shape, tonguing the bumps and curves and getting the head all slippery and covered in drool. I wrap my curious mouth around the top as much as I possibly can, but the length of the shaft still seems expansive and hardly possible. The plastic tip quickly fills my mouth and teases the back of my throat, making my tongue stick out. I'll have to go slower.

I look up from my position to see my domme ogling me, their breath wafting a warm wind over me. Their smells are so raw and real, base and primal to an intoxicating degree. Between sweat, semen, breath, and spit, their pheromones have cemented themself in my core. I feel my pulse all the way to my cunt, my hips gyrating on their own accord to match my rapid heartbeat. I'm desperate, I need to be filled and stuffed and god! I want to cum.

I really, really want to cum again.

Their hand reaches out and pets my hair a few times, clearing the flyaways that are sticking to my cheeks. I keep bobbing my head, getting more and more accustomed to the size and shape down my throat, only a little drool spilling out down the shaft. They stroke down the nape of my neck and slowly down my shoulder blades and spine. Their big fingers pinch my ass before their full palm makes contact with a powerful spank on the swollen and red skin. Yowch!