Doll

He leaned in to kiss her. "My beautiful doll," he said. She looked at him in anticipation at his words.

"Do you want to be my doll?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir," she responded.

"This will be a difficult session," he informed her. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Sir."

He led her to the bedroom where he had already laid everything out. On the bed were her collar, an arm binder, a ring gag, and a special outfit.

She didn't have to undress. She wasn't allowed clothes inside. House rules. She picked up the lingerie. A cupless, see-through lace baby doll. Aptly named, she thought. She pulled it over her head and arranged it so that her breasts were bare and ready for attention. She was beginning to look like a sex doll, which was exactly what she was becoming.

After her clothing, such as it was, was perfect, she turned her back to him and put her arms behind her back. He took the arm binder sleeve and started to lace her into it. Her elbows almost touched when he was done tying the laces and buckling the straps. Her back arched and her breasts jutted forward. He turned her around to look at him. He reached out with both hands and pinched her nipples sharply. She gasped at the unexpected pain.

"Now, now, dolls don't make noises," he reminded her as he picked the gag up from the bed. "I guess we really do need this, after all."

She obediently opened her mouth as wide as she could. He placed the gag in her mouth, forcing it open, then buckled it behind her head. Finally, he picked up her collar and placed it around her neck. He locked the buckle shut. She was now his perfect sex doll. His to do with as he pleased.

He then led her to the living room, stopping her in the middle of the room. She looked at him in confusion. "We'll need the space," he answered the question in her eyes.

He circled her as a predator might circle its prey. She stayed standing, not moving, staring straight ahead. He admired the way her outfit accentuated her assets. The baby doll ended just at the bottom of her ass. He slid his hand up the bottom of the skirt and caressed her buttocks. He couldn't wait to turn those cheeks rosy.

As quickly as his hand had reached out, he pulled it back and continued his examination. He checked the arm binder once more. Satisfied that it was as tight as it could be and that she could not move her arms, he moved around to her front.

He looked at her breasts with unadulterated lust. They were beautiful. Already large, the arch of her back pushed them forward obscenely, making them seen even larger. He cupped them, one in each hand, as if weighing them.

"I'm going to have so much fun with these, doll," he said. She heard the edge in his voice and a shiver ran down her spine. It was part anticipation, part fear. She knew he'd keep that promise.

He removed his hands from her breasts and she felt a pang of disappointment. She daren't pout, however. Not that she could with her mouth held open by the gag. He caught the look in her eyes and chuckled softly.

"All in good time," he told her.

Without warning he shoved two fingers into her open mouth. She gagged and choked, unprepared for this onslaught. He pulled his hand away and slapped her across the face.

"You will take what's given to you and you will do so gracefully," he said harshly. She felt her face redden with shame.

His voice gentled. "I know you want to be a good doll. You just need to remember the rules." He kissed her cheek, then gently kissed the top of both breasts.

His gaze became fierce again. "Now for some fun," he declared and he pinched her nipples hard between his thumbs and forefingers. Her breath caught sharply in surprise. Her mind was reeling trying to keep up with his sudden personality shifts. She somehow managed to hold her position staring straight ahead without flinching away from the unexpected pain.

"Good doll," he praised her as he reached down to touch her pussy. He slid a finger inside her.

"My, my, what have we here?" he asked in an amused tone. "My doll is so wet."

He slipped his finger out of her and began to rub her clit. It was all she could do not to move her hips with the circles he was drawing on and around that sensitive nub.

He pushed two finders inside her, curving them against her g-spot. He pressed down while slowly fucking her with his fingers. He started varying the speed. Fast and hard then exasperatingly slow. He watched her carefully looking for signs of an impending orgasm. As soon as she was close, he'd pull back and begin teasing her all over again.

She was whimpering through the gag. If she'd been able to talk she would have been begging to cum. In her current state, however, she could only stand there and accept his complete power over her.

Every time he started to bring her up towards orgasm, he brought her just a little bit closer and held her there just a fraction of a second longer. She was hanging on to her self-control by a thread and he knew it.

Part of him wanted to continue until she could take no more and shattered into a million pieces, but he wasn't done with her yet. He had made her a promise, after all. And a gentleman always keeps his promises.

He slipped his fingers from her pussy and shoved them into her mouth. She was expecting it this time and neither choked nor gagged. She cleaned them as best she could without being able to close her lips around them and suck them clean. After a few seconds, he pulled his hand away and examined his fingers.

"I guess this is the best I can expect," he said dismissively. He then wiped the remaining pussy juice across her face making sure to get every trace of it off his skin.

Once again, he cupped her breasts in both hands. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "You're a good doll," he whispered in her ear. "But that won't save you."

He began to rub his thumbs over her nipples. They stiffened instantly. He then leaned down and took first one, then the other, into his mouth, sucking gently. She was in heaven feeling the pleasure course through her entire body then pooling in between her legs. Seemingly out of nowhere he bit down on her right nipple. She jumped in shock and he pulled back and looked her in the eyes.

"What did I say about graceful?" he asked sternly. She could not meet his gaze.

"That earns you a punishment," he said. "Not that you weren't going to get one anyway," he mused. "It's just that now it's really going to hurt."

She closed her eyes knowing she had brought this on herself. She wanted to apologize and beg for mercy, but the gag prohibited speech of any kind.

"However," he continued, "I'm not done having fun and neither are you."

Once again, he leaned down. He started licking her right nipple which still had teeth marks from mere seconds earlier. And, once again, she felt herself lost in pleasure. This time, when he bit down, he also dug his nails into the other breast. She managed to stay still as the pain jolted her out of the place she had been floating to. Still, however, she felt herself get even wetter.

He reached down with one hand to test her pussy for moisture. "My pain slut doll," he teased her affectionately.

He turned away from her for a second to grab something from the table behind him. When her turned back he was holding two items. In one hand he had a small paddle. In the other hand he held a cane.

"Pick one," he said. She tried to speak but it came out as a grunt.

"Both?" he asked. "Well, if you insist."

He put the instruments on the couch next to her.

"I'll be nice and give you a warm up," he said. "You will not be so lucky later."

He began to spank and slap her breasts. First one, then the other. He enjoyed watching them move from side to side with the force of his blows. He hit the tops and sides over and over, slipping into a nice rhythm. Once her breasts were a nice bright red, he picked up the paddle. He started with the same form he had used with his hand. He hit the sides and the tops, watching the colors turn from red to purple. She stood still, taking the pain, absorbing it and transforming it into pleasure. He began to vary his blows. Hard, soft, tops and sides in no particular pattern. Once he was satisfied that she would have bruising for several days, if not weeks, he reached out, pinched her nipple and pulled one breast up exposing the unmarked underside.

"Perfect," he said. He put the paddle down and picked up the cane. Continuing to hold her breast up, he swung the cane hard, connecting with the soft flesh. He was pleased by how easy it was. The baby doll gave him great access and the arm binder gave him extra space to stripe. He brought the cane down again and again laying red welts up and down the underside of her breasts.

The only change in position that she had made was to lean her head back to protect her face. He was ok with that since that position arched her back even more making her breasts fuller and easier to cane.

Once the breast had a half dozen marks he released it and lifted her other one, digging his fingernails into her nipples.

Once again, he took pleasure in watching red welts raise on her creamy, white skin. He gave her another six strokes before letting it drop.

He looked at her face and saw that she had started slipping into sub space. He was not pleased so he grabbed her jaw, yanked her head down, and slapped her hard.

"This is not about you," he stated coldly. "And I'm not done. It's time for your punishment."

He picked up the cane once more. He laid the cane against her nipple and gave a gentle practice swing. Once he was sure about the angle, he brought the cane down as hard as he could. She made a guttural sound of pain.

"Good," he whispered to himself and brought the cane down a second time.

She was sweating with the effort of staying still. She had known from the beginning that this would be rougher than their normal doll scenes, but she hadn't expected this.

The cane whipped through the air again and landed with precision.

He repeated the process on her other side. One gentle trial swing then three powerful stokes in succession.

She was shaking by the time he was done. He gathered her into his arms and kissed her temple.

"Good doll," he whispered over and over. "You took your punishment very well."

He unbuckled the ring gag and gave her some water, then sat on the couch. She lay down with her head in his lap while he gently stoked her hair.

Once she was calm he stood up from the couch and brought her to a standing position.

"Doll," he said. "You are still my doll."

She nodded hesitantly.

"Don't worry," he told her. "Your punishment is over and you are forgiven. You are a good doll."

He led her into the bedroom. She looked around but there was not a single punishment implement in sight. He pressed himself to her back and she could feel his hard cock.

"It's time for a different kind of fun," he stated. "But remember the rules. You take what you are given gracefully. You do not move, you do not cum. Again, this is not about you. You don't have the gag in, but you make no sound. Nod if you understand."

She nodded.

"Good doll," he praised her.

He helped her onto the bed and placed her kneeling facing the headboard. He pushed her head down into the mattress. Her ass raised into the air. He pushed her legs apart widely.

"Higher," he commanded as he tapped her buttocks.

She quickly moved into position aware that her pussy and asshole were on full view.

He pushed one, two, then three fingers into her pussy. She was dripping wet.

"Good slut doll."

He began finger fucking her pussy for the second time. He pushed his fingers in as deep as they would go. She felt the pain in her breasts as a sharp contrast to the pleasure he was giving her.

As she was about to cum, he pulled his fingers out of her. He moved up the bed and again shoved his fingers into her mouth. This time she was able to clean them to his satisfaction.

He got off the bed and she heard him taking off his clothes. She shivered in anticipation.

He took a place next to her and gently raised her head. He hooked a leash to her collar, then moved again so he was behind her, holding the leash loosely.

He pushed the baby doll up over her ass so that it fell down around her head. He caressed her ass, then gave it a sharp slap.

"Do you know what's missing?" he asked. She knew better than to answer.

"Your ass needs to be red to match your breasts." She shut her eyes hoping he would be lenient this time.

He got off the bed one more time and opened a drawer. He pulled out a slapper.

"This should do the trick," he said.

He began to redden her ass. No warm up this time. She lay with her arms still bound behind her, her ass in the air at a perfect angle for a spanking.

It seemed to her that the spanking would never end. He kept pushing her, knowing that she needed this as much as he did. He knew she was close to her limit but she did not use her safe word.

He stopped when her ass was a dark red. His cock was so hard it was almost painful.

He climbed up behind her and thrust into her pussy. She started to move back against him, but he slapped her ass hard and said, "No, doll," sharply. She relaxed into the bed and let him use her.

He thrust into her harder and harder. Then he pulled out and in one move pushed deep into her ass with no warning. As he fucked her ass, she felt him begin to pull on the leash still attached to her collar. The collar tightened around her throat and she began to struggle to breathe. He kept the pressure tight as he fucked her like he'd never done before. She heard him moan and knew that he was close. He shoved himself into her one final time and came hard.

He pulled out leaving her face down. Once he had caught his breath, he pulled out a butt plug and lubed it up. He pushed it inside her keeping his cum from leaking out. He then pulled her into a sitting position and removed the arm binder. She began to move her arms to get used to the feeling of being mobile.

Before she could say anything, he looked her in the eyes and said, "You are still my doll." She nodded in understanding.

He pulled out her cuffs and buckled them around her wrists then linked them together in front of her. He left her collar locked around her neck, but removed the leash.

Her pussy ached for relief and the pressure from the plug made her need it even more but she said nothing. She was still his doll and was not allowed to speak.

He looked at her knowingly. "Dolls don't get to cum," he reminded her. She almost groaned in frustration, but stopped herself. She knew he would not hesitate to gag her for the remainder of the evening.

He lay down, then pulled her close. He wrapped himself around her, stoking her hair and kissing her gently. He was careful not to touch her breasts or pussy knowing how on edge she was. He wanted to keep her that way as long as possible and didn't want to take any chances.

He kept murmuring, "Good doll," over and over. It was part reassurance and part reminder of her role.

As she drifted off to sleep she heard him say, "Maybe I'll let you cum tomorrow. But, then again, maybe I won't."