Rose was sitting at his feet while he watched a football game on television. She was his doll for the weekend and had determined to play out the fantasy role to perfection. It satisfied an inner feeling of being controlled and he played his part as her owner so well it gave her a warm inner feeling. It gave her such a constant buzz of arousal she became willing to do anything to satisfy him.
"Lay back on the rug, doll," Randall told her. He hadn't been able to concentrate for a single moment with a delicious female at his feet but had to play his part. He could feel the sexual tension in her vibrating out like sound waves hitting his consciousness with a message of need.
At last he was ready to play with her. She felt the pitch of emotions rise to almost breaking point. Her owner wanted to play with his dolly and she was more than ready.
She wore a baby-doll with a little pair of panties; both see-through.
"Open those long dolly legs. Wider," he said firmly. This woman had been delivered to him for a weekend of play and he had paid for the privilege. At first he thought she just wanted a sexual encounter without responsibility but it seemed she was on her way into 'dollification'. She was mentally evolving into a fetish living doll and he was more than willing to help her.
He watched her open wide revealing a neatly trimmed pussy. "Now I own you, doll, you need a name. Amy. What do you think of it?" he asked.
"Oh! Thank you master, master's dolly is so pleased," she squealed with delight.
"You have learnt to sit still and will learn much more to become my treasured doll," he said with a big smile on his face. Her porcelain skin with fine bone structure added to the illusion of being a perfect living doll. The make up was hardly needed on an already smooth skin.
"Your new owner will dress Amy up and play with his new doll but there are certain changes that need to be made. Amy's hair is long and glossy but Amy's pussy needs to be shaved smooth," he teased her.
"Oh! Amy is so sorry master, shall dolly prepare now, master?" she asked, in a little cute whispery voice. Her eyes had opened wide with anguish over failing her owner.
"Soon enough Amy. Right now your owner wants to play with his new dolly," he said with a touch of teasing pleasure in is voice, letting her know he wasn't displeased.
Rose squealed with delight. For a slit second she wondered how she could possibly have revealed herself fin such lewd position but the intensity of the moment dispelled any inhibitions. She was just an Amy doll obeying its mater.
It made it so much easier to let go when being a doll, being owned by this caring man and with a dolly name. She could leave Rose's busy pressurised past life behind for awhile. The living doll was evolving into a more effective plaything. It was becoming an object without human moral codes to restrict its sexuality.
He didn't need to say anything. He slid from the armchair onto the floor beside her. Master Randall stroked her long golden hair fanning it out like a halo. He kissed her lips gently while she lay supine. Rose wanted to react but couldn't for she had mentally transformed into a compliant doll, no longer human; she was a beautiful doll cared for by a considerate owner.
His hands fluttered over her thighs while little gentle kisses and nips from his teeth were felt through the light baby-doll dress. Her breathing quickened and her eyelids fluttered in double time.
Like the gossamer wings of a butterfly skimming over a summer fresh delicate flower his lips touched her thighs. Tears of joy formed in the corners of big cornflower blue eyes, blurring the room and reality. Everything she had been was wiped away for her to feel nothing but a bundle of sensations erasing everything from her mind.
Intense sensuous charges coursed into her brain from every touch. The little delicate panties were eventually brushed aside. A soft kiss upon her silken purse opened it revealing an inner throbbing passion. Never before had she experienced such patient and intense attention but this was not thought of as her mind became nothing but a reception for incoming messages of pure white flashes of bliss.
Rose wanted to lift her hips to thrust up her sex at her owner as an offering to a love god. Amy became still, just the ragged breathing revealing the obsession as an orgasm coursed through her being and kept on taking her over. The continuous orgasm was replacing her soul until there was nothing left but a doll full of pleasure; a pleasure doll for her owner.
Her owner sucked strongly upon her wet lips teasing out everything with a tongue reaching and searching. A finger stroked her clitoris until her bud felt like an on button permanently set to orgasm mode.
Randall sat back to watch his doll twitching as she came down from a sexual high. He was satisfied with the result and worked his chin from the ache from so long working upon her pussy. She lay back replete, as though in a coma, looking more like a doll than she ever had.
"Up you get Amy, onto the sofa," he encouraged her. "Lay back with your arms likes so," he said, while arranging them to dangle beside her. She took the hint and flopped into the corner of the sofa like a rag doll without control of her body. Her mouth hung open and he made a mental note to train that part of her body more thoroughly.
Her head lolled into a comfortable position. He smiled at her. "That's my lovely dolly," he encouraged. "Your owner has some work to do so rest there for Amy must be ready to play soon," he added.
When he left the room a sigh left her lips, looking as though she were deflating but it was an expression of fulfilment from deep within her soul. She concentrated on being a good little dolly for her master, not moving except to wriggling her toes and fingers avoiding cramp.
At last the yoga and meditation exercises came in useful as she cleared her mind of everything. Little tenuous thoughts flickered through the dolls little mind concerning the pretty outfits in her room and what games her owner had in mind for later. She tried hard not to think and managed to look like an inert doll propped up in the corner of the sofa.
Randall contacted John for more information on his new doll. He avoided awkward questions but John was waiting to be paid for another job so didn't press him.
"Thanks for taking her off my hands, I hope you'll both be happy together," John said, in closing.
The chuckle hadn't been malicious but Randall wondered if the guy had guessed at his intentions. It didn't matter as John didn't seem to have much of a moral code. He had paid John for the delivery of the doll to his home which added to the sense of ownership he felt.
He walked in to the lounge seeing Rose still in the position he left her in earlier. She was obviously very much into this game and felt a deep sense of responsibility for the vulnerable doll he had purchased.
"Up you get Amy my beautiful doll," he told her and helped the stiff body off the sofa.
Upstairs he guided her into a relaxing bath. He washed her gently but thoroughly, smoothing his large hands of soft flesh. She lay back letting him take control of her body hardly having to move as he soaped and rinsed every delicate part of her.
After patting her dry with big warm fluffy towels he sat her on the floor. The under floor heating warmed the comfy towels under her bottom. She became even warmer when she saw what he was about to do to her.
