Dolly squatted beside the bed. Her cum was stretched all the way to the floor as it dribbled out of her. She grabbed the sheets. She pressed her sweaty face into the mattress. Master lay on the bed. Naked watching her.
The look on his face was a mixture of amusement, enjoyment and pride. Dolly's "Cum for Master" programming was strong. It had been months since she had been able to cum without command.
"Look at me Dolly."
Dolly couldn't help herself. She unburied her face from the bed and looked deep into his eyes, where all her arousal lived.
"Yes, Master." Her eyes were wet with tears. They began to roll down her face. Master smiled. He snapped his fingers, "Nipples!"
Dolly's nipples immediately began to harden as they tingled with immense pleasure. It was like someone was licking, sucking and tickling her nipples all at once. The pleasure was exquisite.
Master knew this because he had placed the hypnotic suggestion within her. The last month had been weird for dolly. She had wondered what was going on but she never questioned the wisdom of her Master.
She was his personal little fuckdolly and she didn't care what he wanted; it always aroused her to please him. The last month had been full of vanilla sex.
He was gentle, and merciful. He pleased her every night. Made love to her. But every night she had fallen into trance before cumming. She would wake a couple of hours later with his arms wrapped around her as her big spoon and his lips rested against her ear,
Every night he'd say the same thing as she awoke. "Hello, sleepyhead," he'd say. She would kiss him deeply in response and suggest they watch a movie together.
They had burned through their Netflix watch list very quickly, and as a consequence they had watched some very bad movies. Laughing and teasing them as they watched.
Dolly didn't know at the time but every night as she lay in her trance Master had implanted verbal pleasure commands. A snap and a word or two and sexual pleasure would rain down on Dolly.
Tonight was trial night. He had been so excited he could barely focus on his work. Anticipating the moment he could rush home to his beloved Dolly and turn her into a desperate little cum slut with a look, a snap and a word.
It was working beautifully. She was in ecstasy and agony all at once. So far she had begged, pleaded, bargained and cried, and they were only 23 minutes in.
"I could do this for hours,'' he thought. His cock was hard and he stroked it periodically when Dolly got very pretty and desperate. But he was for most part calm and only just getting started.
*SNAP!
"Spank!"
*SNAP!
"Spank!"
*SNAP!
"Spank!"
Master touched his cock. He held it tight for a moment. Dolly reacted like her ass had been spanked three times. Her nipples were still sending pleasure signals to her drooling pussy.
Her tears had not stopped. She began to sob, Master's cock began to throb.
"Please master, wasn't I a good girl for you?" She sobbed.
"Oh, sweet little Dolly. Yes. You have been the perfect little fucktoy. That's why Master is rewarding you. You remember that conversation we had? Remember you told me in confidence how good your pussy felt when you touched yourself and thought about giving in to your need to be controlled by me. How could I not grant such a sweet, horny request from such a good little fuck doll. Now I have complete control of your pleasure, just like you have always dreamed." Master rubbed his cock as he spoke and for the first time tonight Master was not completely dry. Precum began to ooze from his cock.
The thought of being her fuck god and making such a slutty horny prayer come true had bought him to the edge. His power mix with her slutty surrender was intoxicating.
