Doll Inspection

Straddling him on the edge of the bed. I had wished this would happen. Kisses. Hot, wet, left a trail down each of our necks.

My arms pulling him close to my chest as we found a rhythm that made the clothes covering us that much more restricting, and somehow sweeter.

He kissed me again and the world dissolved into kisses, roaming hands, and bodies moving.

I gasped and moaned as he pulled away from my mouth and kissed up my neck, bit my ear. Then said

"I wonder if I could get you to-"at the same time he said the word "drop" he snapped his fingers and I felt my body drop against him. Limp. Content.

"Now, that's better. Dolls don't need to move or have any thoughts. Thoughts are pesky things. Good dolls don't need any thoughts. And you want to be a good doll, don't you?" He cupped my head and brought it upright. Then he shook my head in a "yes" gesture.

"There. That's a good doll. No thoughts at all..." he maneuvered me to lay down on the bed as he gently continued whispering and petting my arms and my sides.

I felt comfy. Safe. Aroused.

My eyes were closed. Drifting calm, listening to his voice.

"There now, isn't that just what the doll wanted? To be nice and relaxed, no thoughts but to be pretty and let me play with you. Because you're such a beautiful doll and I can't help but want to play with you, make you feel loved."

He gently ran his hands through my hair and caressed my cheek. My breathing hitched in my throat. I sighed into his touch. Sinking deeper as he lightly put his hand around my throat and squeezed very gently. I gasped.

"Oh, I do so love a doll that responds ever so slightly to my touch. I wonder what other fun sounds come from this doll. I'm glad I have such a responsive model."

My inhibitions were gone. The thought of how vulnerable I was came and went.

"I need to undress this doll and put him in cute, sexy poses. Oh what fun this will be." I felt him start unbuttoning my shirt, and then he opened it, exposing my binder.

"These dolls come with the best clothing. So realistic." Both his hands are on my shoulders, pushing the fabric off them. Lightly his hands touch my collarbone, over my confined chest. My breath hitches. Over my stomach, to the top of my pants.

"I am so delighted to see what goodies await under these pants." He pulls my pants down over my hips, exposing my jockstrap. Soon they are no longer on me.

"Such exquisite attention to detail. The hair is such a wonderful texture." He's in between my legs, hands on both my shins, my knees, thighs. Closer he comes to touching. I arch my back as he bypasses me and runs his hands up my stomach.

"So sensitive." He whispers into my ear. I don't remember when his hands touched my face, but it's intoxicating. He gives me one sensual kiss on my neck, right behind my ear. I can't help but squirm. His breath hot on my skin.

I feel him pull back and I can't think straight. But that's okay. I calm myself.

"Dolls don't need to think. It's okay. Dolls are good and obedient because they don't think. I love a doll who doesn't think." He says as if reading my mind. Then again, maybe he was.

"I need to see whether they got the measurement and feel right for the tits. I heard the feel is amazing." He touches my chest lightly and teases just underneath my ribcage, where my binder hits. Tantalizing.

He slowly pushes his hands under the fabric and brushes against my tits. Confined. Wanting to be free. Heat rushing through my body.

Reverently he lifts the fabric and in one motion he exposes my tits to the air. Nipples hardening at the air and I feel them bounce.

"Ah. What a sight to behold. And look at how hard the nipples got. They really weren't kidding with how high the quality is."

He cups my tits in his hands and massages them. Paying close attention to the nipples and running them back and forth in his fingers. He plays with them for a while. Making them jiggle.

"Good. I like that the tits are more generous. They're more than a handful." I feel him pull back and his warmth slides from between my legs exposing me to cool air. I shiver slightly.

He's quiet while he positions my legs bent with my feet on the bed. Then he pulls them wide. Exposing me. His hands are on my knees, working their way downwards. Close, closer, almost.

My body reacts instinctually. My hips raise. Oh, his touch. My body aches. Distantly I hear myself whimper. His laugh is dark and sensual. It caresses my body and heat floods my face.

"I'm very pleased with this model. Though, I really need to see how they molded the ass. I do so love dolls with jiggly, bouncy asses." He closes my legs and places them to the side and on the bed in a fetal position.

His touch is gentle, supple. Cupping a cheek.

WHACK. Despite myself I moan.

"Wow. Look at it jiggle! Such pliability."

I feel him turn me over. My ass is in the air now, My disheveled front is on the bed. My head turned to the side. He opens my legs, wide, wider, so wide. I'm open and vulnerable to him. I feel his hands gently take my ass cheeks and spread them wide.

Heat and embarrassment flood my body. I tremble. So humiliating to be open so wide.

"Ooo, what a lovely little asshole this doll has!" I feel his thumbs by my opening. Then he pries the skin apart just a bit more. Cold air hits my hole and I make mewling sounds.

Inspection.

He massages, getting me hotter. Though I can't see him, I feel him scrutinizing me, learning me, reading the responses from my body. He plays with my ass more. Making it jiggle, squeezing it.

Now his hands are on my thighs. Stong hands kneading my flesh. Arousing me more. I can't take it. More sounds come from me. I'm lost in his careful ministrations of my flesh.

This was what I needed. What I craved. To be touched and told how much I please. Yes. I do please. That's what dolls do.

"You please me so much doll. I love the way you react and the way your skin and body look so lovely on my bed. So disheveled. So open and ready for me to play with you. But I think I should put you away before I get too carried away. Don't want to break my new doll the same day I got him."

He closes my legs, puts me on my side and pulls me into a spoon. He kisses behind my ear.

"Thank you so much for pleasing me, doll." He whispers into my ear. He whispers more praise to me and I'm content and safe as he brings me up out of the trance.

I turn towards him and snuggle against his chest as he holds me lovingly in his arms.