Turn The Key 05 Lock The Door

"Lock the Door"

Authors Note: This story may be enjoyed as a standalone or as part of the full Turn the Key series! For maximum enjoyment I recommend beginning with Turn The Key 01!

CW: Mind control, dollification

I feel the sun streaming across my face before I open my eyes and smile against my Daddy's lips when his kisses me softly. He gently pulls his T shirt, the soft cotton one that hangs to my knees and I've become accustomed to sleeping in, up over my head leaving me bare beneath him.

I offer my throat, the heart shaped lock in my hollow ready for his key, but he shakes his head and smiles. "I just want my sweet girl this morning," he says gently. Tears well in my eyes as I remember that he's leaving on business just after breakfast. He kisses them away as they begin to stream down my cheeks and strokes my hair softly. "Shhhh Honey," he soothes me. "It's only for a week and Daddy will call you at least twice every day." His words don't stop my heart from aching. London is at least a six hour flight and an ocean away.

My Daddy strokes gently between my legs. I'm always ready for him and my slick coats my thighs as more tears coat my face. He kisses my quivering lips deeply as he presses slowly inside. I whimper softly. It always hurts a little at first when he penetrates

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. The whimpers shift to soft cries of pleasure as he begins to move and it begins to hurt good.

My Daddy withdraws and rolls me flat on my belly with one leg bent to the side. He knows I love it when he takes me this way. Filling me so completely that I feel I'll be split in two, he resumes his hard staccato strokes and reaches over my hip to stroke my most sensitive places with a more delicate touch.

As I get closer to spilling over, I begin to whine softly and grind my hips backwards against his shaft. "Please Daddy," I whisper remembering to ask permission before I explode. We've been practicing this and my control has improved.

"Not yet baby," he says firmly as I claw the sheets and writhe in the sweetest agony. He continues to fuck me relentlessly, his fingers moving against my soft folds with sinful skill until I fear I'll lose my mind if I'm not allowed to come.

I begin to plead for mercy. He slows his pace and slams into me slowly, once, twice, three times, and I hold my breath praying he'll relent. "Come for me!" he demands and I scream for him. My core clamps down, spasming around his cock and drenching him in my wetness, as I finally find release.

I ride the waves as he takes me harder now. "Again!" he demands causing another orgasm to ignite. He sets me ablaze with pleasure as he makes a noise in his throat I can only characterize as a growl, and fills me with his seed.

Exhausted, I lie panting and my Daddy kisses my forehead. He tells me I won't be alone and that Ana has arrived early this morning to keep me company while he is gone. She is napping in the guest room.

Daddy bathes me and leads me into the purple room for dressing. He turns my key when I take my place on the podium, making me his doll again, and dresses me with care. "I know I'll be leaving shortly," he says gently brushing my hair and fluffing the ruffles of a forest green A-line, "but I wanted to keep an image of you just like this in my mind during my travels."

No tears stream down my face now. I am a doll and unable to move, but the sadness hasn't abated. My Daddy explains that after the first twenty-four hours Ana's Daddy will be joining us to supervise, and that until that time we're not to unlock the doors or gates for any reason. As he turns my key again, giving me leave to speak, I give him my word that I'll not let anyone in.

Breakfast is solemn despite the chocolate chip pancakes and the presence of my friend. By the time my Daddy kisses me goodbye and the gate swings shut behind his car, I'm simply distraught. Ana squeezes my hand, a hint of mischief in her blue eyes peeking out from under her blonde bob. "I knew you'd need cheering up," she says gently, "so I brought a surprise."

She takes my hand and I smile in spite of myself. I can't deny her anything and I can feel excitement radiating off of her as we run inside, straight up the stairs and into the bedroom. She pulls me along so quickly that I don't even have time to properly bolt the door and I promise myself I'll come back down to lock it in a few minutes so as not to spoil her enthusiasm.

Citrouille bounds up the stairs behind us, not understanding the cause for our excitement but wanting to be a part of our adventure. I flop down on the lilac comforter of the bed in the guest room where Ana often sleeps and reach over the side to ruffle his ears and kiss his head.

I feel the mattress dip behind me as Ana climbs up to join me, arranging her own frilly dress around her knees like a cloud of robin's egg blue. I turn to meet her gaze and find her expression to be unusually shy as she nudges a medium sized box with an enormous yellow bow towards me on the bed. I'm delighted by the surprise present, but can't account for the flush in her cheeks as I gently tug the ends of the bow.

I lift the lid and unfold the first bit of delicate paper in the same sunshine-tinted hue. The object I gently lift out appears to be a leather harness that one would wear around the hips. It's adorned with little leather bows, and as I lay it out, I can see that they'll lay on each side of my bum almost like a garter belt. It's lovely but I look at her in confusion as I run my fingers over the triangular strip in the front with a large O shaped cutout.

"You have to open the other part and then you'll understand," Ana says turning absolutely crimson. I tear my eyes away from her loveliness and return them to the task at hand, unfolding the second layer of tissue. This time my fingers find something firmer and I feel my own eyes widen as I lift it up and out of the box. I appear to be holding in my hands a blue colored sparkly cock with glitter embedded in the silicone material. "It glows in the dark," she giggles.

My face breaks out into a grin running my fingers over its unusual curvature and abnormally long length. Ana reaches into the box and pulls out a tiny remote that I've missed. "Part of it goes inside of me and part of it inside of you," she whispers before clicking the remote causing the glitter cock to come buzzing to life in my hands.

Ana turns it off and looks at me with a hint of worry in her eyes before lowering her eyes to the comforter. "I've been thinking about it for a while," she confesses, and I can tell she's worried about rejection. I tilt her chin up gently and kiss her.

"Undress slowly," I say mimicking the command I so often hear in my Daddy's voice, and I watch the shame in her face be replaced by joy and excitement. I can't help but smile again, and think to myself it's like watching a flower bloom.

Ana strips down, allowing the ruffles to fall to the floor. She returns to the bed wearing only her knee-high white stockings, her delicate lace panties, and a smile. I shed my own ruffles down to my bare skin before thoroughly enjoying sliding the panties over her thighs as she lifts her bum up for me on the bed.

Ana tangles her fingers in my long raven curls while I kiss her again, this time along the soft folds between her thighs. She surprises me by wiggling onto her side, her head facing my feet, but I understand her meaning as she kisses me in the same place and I resume my exploration.

Her tiny cries become more frantic, causing vibrations against my core, but I don't want her surprise to go to waste. "Not yet," I say sternly withdrawing my tongue. She whimpers as I slip the harness up over my thighs. She holds the cock out in question and I nod once in approval. She helps slide it through the hole and the presses one end gently up inside of me. I accept it into my body without too much struggle, already being coated in slick, and the secure the harness tightly over my hips.

Ana assumes a breathtaking pose on her hands and knees but I run my hand over her back and shake my head softly. "I want to see your eyes when you come for me," I whisper as my lovely friend rolls over onto her back and opens for me.

I take up residence between her legs and adjust myself for a moment never having done this before, and tangle a fist in her soft blonde locks before pressing slowing inside of her. She cries out softly but I feel little resistance. The cock is a generous size for us both considering our shared tightness and it's begun to hurt a little bit inside of me, but Ana accepts it willingly all the way to its hilt.

I begin to thrust softly, knowing that the cock is fucking us both and bringing pleasure with the pain. With every stroke inside of her I feel it press back inside of me. I swallow her whimpers in kisses feeling myself press closer to the edge.

When her sounds match my own and I know that neither of us can stand it much longer, I take a deep breath and push the button on the remote. I'd planned to tease Ana and insist she ask permission to come, but the vibration is so intense that as soon as the toy explodes into action we both scream out our release, abandoning all reason.

We collapse breathless on the plush blankets beneath us, quivering in mixed shock and ecstasy, and I kiss her again, softly this time as I carefully remove the harness. I think to myself that I could get lost in her for hours, and I relax against the pillows stroking her hair. I feel my eyelids getting heavy and begin to drift off for a nap, but no sooner than they close I feel them snap back open at the sound of footsteps on the stairs. My heart begins to race and I know that Ana hears it too as we both turn slowly towards the door. I hear her breath hitch, and I'm sure the horror in her face is reflected on my own as the footsteps draw closer and Citrouille begins to growl.