Doll Duty

Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional.For those unowned Subs and Sissies:Rules:1. If you want to be my Plaything for the story, all you have to do is declare it to the universe. “I am Mistress Dyvia’s PLaything!” Go ahead, say it, don’t you feel much better? At the very least a bit hornier?2. Just one thing that is feminine. Maybe wear a pair of panties? Maybe wear some lipstick? High heels that make your legs and ass look so girlie-fuckable? You will have to let me know what you chose.3. I write with a lot of ellipses for dramatic effect… I really do… whenever you see this, I want you to gently stroke that girlie thing I told you to wear, just once, but make sure it is slow and sensual… stroke your lips? Or your pantiers? Your smooth stockings? What was the One thing you stroked? You will have to tell me how it felt every time…4. You are Dolllie, whenever she speaks, so should you… in your squeakiest yet hunkiest voice. What a good dolly.5. You may not cum until the end of the story… Good Playthings will thank their Mistress for keeping them entertained and aroused. Enjoy.

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Doll DutyBy: Mistress Dyvia

Chapter 1 

Graham relaxed as he sat back in the chair. He tried to talk with his therapist, Hannah once or twice a week through zoom or even a phone call… but once a month she insisted on an in-person meeting. He was trying to be relaxed, trying to make himself look a little bit more put together than he actually felt. 

It was Hannah who broke the silence, “So… Graham, are you still having that recurring dream every night?”

He bowed his head slowly just once in confirmation, "I wouldn't exactly call it a recurring dream… at least not in the usual sense. I keep having a recurring dream for a few days, and then it's another recurring dream…" 

She typed something into her tablet, “yes, but it seems that you are always living someone else's life." She paused, "is it the ideal life that you've been looking forward to?”

And Graham's palms moved upside down almost as if he was annoyed by the question, “I've never had an urge to be a woman before…”

"But you said all of these experiences in your dreams are… erotic?" She shifted her position to lean in. As if reassuring him that he had her utmost attention, “has that changed since the last time we discussed that?" 

He shook his head to say no, “it's not like that… not really. The most recent one had me as a blonde, while I'm almost always a blonde… but I was wearing this purple dress, and I remember walking into a room and there were so many people. I can't remember anything that anyone was saying, I do feel like it was very easy for me. Somebody was talking to me but I was by myself. I can't make all the words, and people would talk to me, and I would respond." 

“Who is talking to you?" 

“I don't know. Jiminy cricket maybe? Ethan Hunt?" He said with an air of annoyance. 

“How do you know they were talking to you? You said you couldn't hear them." She asked.

“I don't know, kind of the same way I know that I was talking to the other people in this fancy party. I felt my mouth moving, and then they responded, and I couldn't hear them at all… but clearly I understood what they were saying since I seemed to respond in the affirmative or the negative.” He explained to her.

“My breasts were large, I seemed to take pride in that. I liked it when I saw people looking at me.” He added. 

"I know how that made you feel then, but how does that make you feel now?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I don't know, a bit weird. It's the opposite of what I am. The memories are weird, I seem to revel in it. But then I'm me again in the morning, and it just doesn't sit right. I was sitting there flirting with people, showing off my skin, using my body to tease and entice.”

"Does that make you feel horny?” Hannah asked him. 

“There are moments in the dream that has an effect in my waking world. But to be honest I kind of wish I was on the other end of that. Having that girl flirt with me.”

Hannah's left eyebrow lifted, "and do the people at the party have a similar appearance to you?”

He shook his head again, “no." A simple and curt answer. To him, it was clear that she was trying to push a transference narrative, he was looking at himself through the eyes of a person he wishes would look at him. That simply wasn't the case. 

He left her office with no clear resolution. He didn't really feel much better, it was just a weird thought that every night he went to sleep, there was a good chance he was going to dream that he was that woman again. It was not guaranteed, but there was a good chance. 

One thing he did not mention to her, it seemed to be tied to work. He didn't have these dreams on weekends, they always started up on Monday, by the time he got away from work on Friday, the dreams were gone. He wasn't sure what that meant. 

He probably should have mentioned it to Hannah, but he would have been afraid that she would have just said that. Maybe he wished he was a woman at work.. or maybe he was trying to project himself into a more fun life when he wasn't. Looking forward to getting up at 6 a.m. for work.

The first few times he had those dreams, he wondered if he was experiencing a past life. Not that he ever really believed in that before, but it suddenly seemed the most rational thing to him… until he noticed in one dream that a woman he was talking to was holding a cell phone. 

Despite what he said to Hannah, he never wanted to admit that it did make him extremely horny. It was embarrassing and almost humiliating to think about. But every night before he went to bed, he would think about those moments as the blonde, his own personal Bambi, and he would touch himself… stroke himself… And when he was done, he would sleep better… even if it led to one of those dreams. 

So much about his everyday life seemed to distract him. He was at work, and he would sometimes find himself staring at women, not in that lustful way that he typically would… but sometimes he was just, critical. He would see a woman with a green skirt and matching Blazer, and roll his eyes at her navy blue eyeshadow… the Bambi in his dreams would have gone with A brown or even a lilac… and since when did he start using colors like ’lilac’ in his regular talking or thinking? Not that he should talk, but he also saw bad posture, he could tell when women didn't know how to walk in heels. Just because they knew how to put one foot in front of the other, didn't mean they knew what the fuck they were doing. 

He would go to the grocery store, even as he was picking out his own foods, he was looking at what some woman did. It was a part of him that was aggravated that such nice clothes were being wasted on such barbarians… or he could tell a woman with a nicer build shouldn't have been wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. These were invasive thoughts, he never thought like this before. But somehow the thoughts were there now, constantly simmering below the surface. Ever since those dreams started, he was observing, constantly noticing every little detail about every woman that passed. 

Television was a whole other story. Women there had perfect hair and they had perfect makeup. Most of the time their appearance was well beyond the standard of a typical person. And in those moments, not that he would ever admit it to Hannah, but in those moments he became envious… they had what he wanted: a life of beauty. Not that he really wanted to be a woman. Nope.

Again, where did these thoughts come from? He did a little research on crossdressers and transgendered people, what he was experiencing was not a kink. It was a longing. But this had come up as an adult, most trans people. At least as far as he could tell experienced this longing from an earlier age... Graham did not. These experiences and thoughts haunted him everyday, and then every night he would think about those moments, give himself relief, sleep… dream of his Bambi… and repeat.

Friday he had plans to go out with a group of friends. They stopped at a local pizza place, Graham was excited to try the pizza that had the ‘Mike's hot honey’ drizzled across it. When it was served it was absolutely amazing. He definitely would have to repeat that one soon. 

They made it to the movie about 15 minutes early, and they started laughing while sharing their opinions. The trailer started and though they remained relatively quiet, there was generally a sense of which movies they all wanted to see. By the time the previews were over. 

When the movie began, he was engaged. It was a typical superhero movie, he had been a fan since he was a teenager maybe even earlier. But much like his experience at the grocery store or even work, he was noticing things. He questioned colors, was that the best color for her skin tone? Would he have really matched that eyeshadow color to those superheroes costume colors? 

It really was weird for him to be picking apart these little things. These were things that never would have held an interest in him, things he really shouldn't even have known about to begin with. When the movie was over, they chatted about their favorite scenes as they waited for the post-credits scene, and then they slowly filed out of the auditorium. They stood in front of the movie theater and chatted about future movies and what the scene meant to the franchise. And once the excitement had died down, they went their separate ways; Graham went home.

Graham was not tired. He never was on a Friday night, so when he got in, he booted up his game console, and picked a game to play. He was in the mood for an older game, so he loaded it up and created a character… Typically his characters looked like his favorite comic book characters, big, strong, iconic… but this time something overtook him, he created a character that looked like his Bambi. He played that until nearly 3 in the morning. And finally went to bed.

It was nearly noon when he finally got up. He felt rested but still tired, almost like he slept too much, but he was pretty sure he slept just the right amount. He popped in some noise, canceling headphones and listened to an audiobook about vampires while he started doing some housework. He cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom, went outside to do some yard work, it all took about 2 hours, and he probably got a fifth of the way through the book. 

For dinner he really ate light, it's just a chicken Caesar salad, he didn't want to fill himself up too much. He was already starting to feel tired and it wasn't even 5 yet. He sat down and turned on the TV, it was a series he had been watching all week long, so he watched a few episodes trying to binge through as much as he could on the weekend as possible. If it was around 7 that the lethargy sunk in. He needed to take a nap. So bad…

He only needed enough for like 15 or 20 minutes. He took his clothes off and laid in his bed. Just wearing his underwear. Yes, just 15 or 20 minutes. And he always said that on a Saturday night for some reason, he was always annoyed when he woke up late Sunday morning like he had just missed a good chunk of his weekend. 

He set his alarm for a half hour just in case. He constantly felt like he was on the verge of falling asleep, but never quite got there. The alarm went off, and he shut it off, he wasn't going to sleep… not tonight. But he laid down for the next 10 more minutes before getting back up. And he closed his eyes…

His phone rang. His eyes snapped open, it had been an hour, his hand reached to answer his phone except… his phone was dark, his phone wasn't ringing. There was a ringing coming from his nightstand. He opened the drawer, and he reached around, and found nothing. But there was a glow coming from inside, when he started looking, he saw that there was another phone taped to the roof of the drawer. Technically a phone case, He pulled it out and answered the phone by swiping green, “hello?" 

"Hello my Dollie Dahl… dress, dollify, deliver my doll?” A woman's voice spoke from the phone. 

He couldn't even really think, "I am your doll to play with as you please, Ms. Stipheart." Why did he answer like that? Who was this woman?

“What a good dolly you are, put your earpieces in,” she instructed. 

Graham complied, and he didn't even know how he was replying. His hand reached into the nightstand, his hand traced all the way to the right and felt the case for the earpieces, he pulled out the case, opened it, took out the pieces, and placed each one in his ear. “Done Ms. Stipheart.”

"Good Doll.” The sense of pleasure inside him felt like a soft glow that made him smile. "Use your Dolly voice.”

“yes, Ms. Stipheart.” his voice was suddenly much higher, squeakier, and yet somehow huskier…? 

"Good Doll…" she said, and the voice seemed to give Graham a sense of pleasure. “Walk to the boudoir." 

He turned on the light, and he got out of bed. And he started to walk towards the door in the corner. Wait… since when was there a door in the corner? But ‘wait,’ he would not do; he complied with the woman's voice, entered the strange room that he somehow never realized was part of his home.

Inside was a woman's bedroom. It was decorated in pinks and pastels, there was a large bed in the middle of the room, a makeup table in one corner, a chest of drawers against the back wall, and there were two other doors. "Done, Ms. Stipheart“

"Good Doll.” He knew it wouldn't take long for him to get used to the euphoria that he felt him hearing her praise. “You need a shower. Take a shower. Call me back.”

"Yes, Ms. Stipheart.” The line was already dead.

He stepped into the bathroom, again, it was decorated like a woman's bathroom, there were fuzzy things on the floor, pink, and they were on the toilet as well. He was not used to bathroom mats that were blatant and feminine. The mirror had a light that was shaped like a ring. He opened up a cabinet and pulled out a pink towel, it was much softer than the ones he used. It was a loofah waiting for him, turned up the water nice and hot and stepped inside. He used a hair removal cream on his whole body, and rinsed it off. He didn't have any body hair, why did he need this? Was he always this hairless?

He shampooed his hair with a woman's shampoo, and then a conditioner that smelled like strawberries and cream. He took the loofah that he had seen earlier and used an exfoliating body wash and slowly cleaned himself, every inch. He was much more meticulous than he normally was in the shower, not caring how long it took. He stepped outside, and dried off. Once he was dry he stood naked in front of the mirror, and then put the earpieces back in, before calling Ms. Stipheart. “Done, Ms. Stipheart.”

"Good Doll.” She said which triggered his euphoria. "Tonight my doll will have a pussy… make it happen.”

Graham immediately turned and walked out of the bathroom, making his way to the chest of drawers, he opened the third one down and as he slid the drawer out, he saw a selection of… he wasn't quite sure what he was looking at. But he immediately reached for one of them, it almost looked like panties, except it felt like skin… it was shaped like a vagina, he stepped into them without even thinking about it, pulled them up, and made some adjustments, there was a little pouch that he was able to insert his penis into. It completely covered up his penis and his balls. And then he reached behind himself. It was a strange hole. He found it and used his finger to push it in… it went right into his butt, this thing was a fake butt that was inside his real butt… 

Physically he did not seem to react to this at all, like it was perfectly normal. Mentally, he did not understand why he was acting the way he was. He walked over to the makeup table, he opened up a bottle that said silicon for costumes… it was the same color as his new vagina, the same color as his skin. He applied it to the edge, and started blending it until it looked like it was part of him naturally…

“Done, Ms. Stipheart." 

"Good Doll.” Euphoria. "Breastplate. G-cups.”

Graham found himself walking to the other door, he opened it and stepped inside. It was an extremely large walking closet. To his left was a wall full of shoes, women's shoes that were mostly high heels. As he turned, and walked the length he noticed on the left was a number of dresses, on his right lingerie, and in front of them was a cabinet. He opened the door of the cabinet and found breasts. Breasts just like the vagina he was wearing. Some were just sitting there by themselves, others were attached to a whole torso.

He grabbed one of those, the breasts were large, about as large as a honeydew melon. He took it and walked back to the bedroom, and sat on the bed. He reached his arms through the holes where his arms were, and then slid his head through the opening in the neck. He straightened out, and then walked to the makeup table and took the silicone again… he blended until the breast plate looked like it was part of his body. “Done, Ms. Stipheart." 

"Good Doll.” Euphoria, he probably felt himself. Looking forward to the next time he would get her to say that to him. Though he wasn't sure how much longer he could ever be considered a him at the way it was going. “ Nails 1N, candy apple red." 

He gave his confirmation to her, and opened a drawer at the makeup table once again, and pulled out a box of press-on nails. Each one seemed to have a little glue pad, and one at a time. He pressed them to his nails until his fingers had these extensions that were an inch past his fingertips. “Done. Ms. Stipheart." 

“Good doll." Euphoria… "black stockings and garter set… vintage.”

Immediately Graham stood up and walked back to the closet, went to the lingerie, and found he black garter belt, and matching stockings and walked back to the bedroom, and slowly put them on… they had an old school alligator clip, something one might expect from the 1940s… "done, Ms. Stipheart.”

Her next words gave him that sense of euphoria, “matching g-string." 

He made his way back into the closet, and found the skimpiest panties lined up on the wall. He found a few black ones, one matched his garter belt. And then he was wearing it. 

He told her that he was done, she called him a good girl, he felt euphoria. It is becoming a rotating cycle of obedience, and reward…

“Red dress, style one." 

He stepped back into the closet, and found himself going to the dresses, there were six of them that looked identical, just different colors. He took the red one off the hanger and walked it back to the bedroom and put it on. Somehow it felt tight around his breasts… a little bit tight around his ass too… The ass it barely covered. 

The obedience and reward cycle… 

"Makeup… evening look… fully contoured, fake lashes, burgundy eyeshadow, matte red lipstick to match your dress.”i

He seemed to know exactly what to do, he had no idea how or why he knew what he knew. He approached the makeup table and found a little pallet that seemed to have a beige and a brown powdered kit. And then he reached over and grabbed a bottle that was labeled foundation. He reached for a little blue sponge, and started using the foundation at various spots across his face and started blending it in until his face had one full color. His face almost looked fake to him. 

He took the two colors of powder, and started drawing lines on his face. Enhancing light marks, the brown to enhance or distort shadows. He used around the border of his face under his cheekbones on the sides of his nose. The lighter color was used over his forehead, on his chin, under his eyes yet over his cheekbones, and then he grabbed a sponge and started blending and he was actually kind of in awe of the fact that it completely changed the shape of nose, his cheeks, his forehead… his face, really. Odd moment of truth, it wasn't his face, it was her face. 

She barely took a moment to admire her new look, and her hand was already moving for the next piece to her transformation. A small packet that when she opened up had several little eyelash sets. She had a special pair of tweezers just for them which she carefully took an eyelash, applied the glue and with surprising expertise glued it right to her eyelid. She suddenly had these full eyelashes. She did the same thing with the other. She grabbed a burgundy eyeshadow, and applied it to her eyes. Expertly, and then used a little bit of white to enhance the curve of her eye by the crease, and blended. The illusion that her eyes looked bigger than they were. 

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She had not realized until that moment. That her eyebrows were well-trimmed. Until that moment, she took a pencil and started reshaping her eyebrows, she did not realize they had been shaped into a unisex look… makeup made them very feminine… she filled them in with a darker color.

She used eyeliner to really sculpt out the shape of her eyes, and give them a dramatic look, while pulling out the edges out far for that cat's eye look: framing her eyes with a long tail pointing upwards towards her eyebrow while her inner eyes’ liner pointed down towards her nose.

She grabbed a different brush, it was much bigger as well as a silver compact, when she opened it it was a pink collar. With an expertise she should not have, she started applying the blush under her cheekbones. She put it down. Then she grabbed lipliner, and exaggerated the size of her lips, and then filled it in with a matte red lipstick that matched her dress perfectly. 

“Done, Ms. Stipheart " She told her.

"Good Doll.” The euphoria came, and since it took so long to do her makeup, it was like a long missed friend eagerly embraced. “Earrings; 7C." 

She stood up and walked over to the counter, and found several little boxes of jewelry, each labeled. She found the earrings labeled 7C, and opened them. They seem to have a cluster of jewels, they were silver. The problem was she didn't have pierced ears… at least not until she looked in the mirror and saw the holes in her ears and started sliding the earrings in… when did she get her ears pierced? 

"Done, Ms. Stipheart," She informed the voice.

"Good Doll.” was the woman's voice, and the doll's smile pulled up on her face with the familiar euphoria. "Choker 3F”

This time she didn't have to walk anywhere, she simply just reached for another longer box, she opened it and it was a jeweled choker. It was silver with an emerald Jewel in the middle. Even though she had blended the line of her breastplate around her neck, that is where she chose to apply the choker to hide any possibility of being noticed. "Done, Ms. Stipheart " She Said it. She was staring at the choker.

"Good Doll.” Euphoria. "Necklace 12a.”

She reached for another box on the same counter, a long box labeled ‘N12A’ And she opened it up, It was silver, which somehow she knew matched her fair skin better than gold ever would, The pendant was shimmery with multiple little gemstones that framed a larger emerald colored stone. The thing that was odd for her is when she went to put it behind her neck, she attached each individual clasp piece to a coordinating part on her choker, not to the necklace clasp itself. Though she seemed to know that would prevent the clasp from sliding around.

“Done, Ms. Stipheart," she announced when she was done.

"Good Doll.” The euphoria was immediately followed by another command, “bracelets 6c.”

Her hand glided over to another box, and pulled out what looked like multiple bracelets, though they were actually a pair of two. She put them around her wrists. 

“Done, Ms. Stipheart.” 

"Good Doll.” She barely had a moment to enjoy the euphoria, "test camera positions." 

Initially she did not understand what she was doing, her body did. She walked to the bed, opened up the drawer and removed a tablet she didn't even remember buying, or receiving, or ever having… She logged into a special app, and she applied the numbers from the boxes to a special input box. And a moment later a security system appeared. It was a 360° view, clearly a camera in her earrings pointed to the left and right, the choker had a camera that looked forward, the necklace also had a camera that pointed both forwards and backwards. And the bracelets seem to have four cameras each. 

“Confirmed, Ms. Stipheart " 

"Good Doll.” The woman's voice seemed to have less patience as she immediately moved on, “blonde wig 3B." 

She immediately complied, walking into the closet, and finding the cabinet, when she opened it up she saw the breasts, but she reached for and grabbed for a handle and the entire wall spun as she pulled it. There were mannequin heads each with their own sets of wigs styled. It was a column of four blonde wigs, she grabbed the third one down. It had these strange dangly hooks, but she knew exactly what to do as she expertly wrapped them through her hair and then pulled tightly forcing the wig to be tangled effortlessly with her own hair… she tested by pulling her wig and found that her entire scalp pulled with it. The wig would not come off until she was ready for it too.

“Done, Ms. Stipheart," she spoke and she started to turn around to leave the closet.

"Good Doll.” The briefest euphoria before the next command, “high heels. R6." 

She didn't have to go far, She did a 180, then walked straight ahead to the shoe rack in front of her. From the floor straight to the ceiling covering the narrow wall, eight pairs of shoes going up, 12 going across… She found R6, an open-toed pair of heels with a very high and intimidating heel that didn't seem to bother her at all. She slid her feet into them and buckled them. 

"Done, Ms. Stipheart " She told the commanding voice.

"Good Doll.” She felt the full euphoria, and there was a delay before the woman's voice spoke, “the look is complete. Get your red purse, and wait by the front door until the limo arrives." And then the phone disconnected with one final command, “radio silence.”

She grabbed a small purse that matched the dress, just as fancy… and she grabbed some of her cosmetics just in case she needed to do a touch-up or two… her cell phone, the one she found, not the one she always had… opening a draw and grabbed a few condoms… and then she walked like she always walked in heels of that size… It was an exaggerated walk, not one heel in front of the other, but crossing in front of the other as her hips swayed, accentuating her ass. 

She did not announce that she had completed her task, she just stood by the window staring out into the darkness patiently waiting for the limo. And when it arrived, she simply opened the door and walked out, the driver held the door open… there were no words exchanged, she just sat in the back. 

And then her earpiece spoke, “Dollie you have done very well so far. Tonight should be a lot of fun for both of us… I will play with you like my dolly, because you are my Dollie. And you will do everything I say.”

She didn't answer. Somehow she knew she wasn't supposed to. 

"Cross your legs.”

She crossed her legs.

To be continued.

Chapter 2Dollie sat perfectly still in the limo. Occasionally looking out the window, but only when the voice in her ears told her to. She was the perfect doll for Ms. Stipheart, she was dressed like the perfect doll, and she behaved like the perfect doll.

They slowed down as they approached a gated fence. There was an exchange between the driver and a gate guard, and a moment later when the gates opened, the car drove through. The driveway was almost a quarter mile long and led to a very large mansion with several others parked out front. The limo she was in came to a slow stop, the driver stepped out, and opened the door for her. 

Dollie continued to stare ahead. But then she heard the voice in her ear, “uncross your legs, hold your hand out until he helps you out, then thank him… check out your surroundings first, walk forward toward the door.”

She uncrossed her legs as she slowly moved her head and made eye contact with the driver, then she held out her hand. A moment later, he took her hand gently as she stepped out of the car. Once on the curb she did a very slow turn observing the entirety of the estate. It was only the briefest of moments for her to turn, and then she was walking that same exaggerated walk that brought so much attention to her legs and her ass. When she reached the door, she was stopped by a man in a tuxedo. 

Ms. Stipheart spoke. “Tell him ‘peanut butter.’" 

Dollie’s squeaky, yet husky feminine voice said, "peanut butter.”

The man in the tuxedo bowed his head slightly, “welcome." 

"Thank you.” she said with instruction from the earpiece, and following the same instructions, she entered the mansion walking forward towards the sound of a crowd of people which ended a very large room. It had a giant chandelier above, there were a few tables on the side. One thing became apparent very quickly, everyone seemed to be female, but they were only two kinds of females. The ones dressed with color, and the ones dressed in black. 

As she watched the interactions with the different women, it became blatantly clear very quickly that the ones of color were submissive women. Some of them were women, some of them were sissies, crossdresses, or transgender. Many of them had very well done makeup, others were exaggerated in a drag style, and some were blatantly new to this kind of event. 

The women in black, their dresses were not just a black, they were typically a black leather dress, though not all, some were of shinier materials and others of a normal black dress. There was something playful, yet malevolent in their expressions, they would tease and taunt. Some carried around toys with them, a riding crop, harness between their legs. Even a leash, clearly ready to attach something. 

Ms. Stipheart had her walking amongst the crowd, she would mingle, she would do small talk, and move around the room. 

A woman in a black leather dress, she wore no harness, but had a whip coiled and hanging off her belt stepped in the way… “who are you?" 

Speaking with the command in her ear, "I am Dollie.”

The woman looked her up and down with a smile pulling wider on her cheeks, “yes, you are." The woman's hand moved forward, reached for Dollie’s waist, and then her hand moved upwards. 

The voice in her ear spoke, "hands behind your back.” Dollie complied. The woman's hands moved up around her breasts, “suck in a deep breath.” She did while watching the other woman take amusement in the reaction. As the woman focused on her nipples, she bit her lip at the voice's command.

“I may want you later, you are adorable. I'll be looking forward to breaking you in." In a matter of seconds, she was gone. Ms. Stipheart commanded her to continue her interactions.

Her ‘interactions’ with the other women in black weren't so different. They all seemed amused, they all seemed to enjoy making the women of the rainbow uncomfortable. That is how Ms. Stipheart referred to them, ‘women of the rainbow’ as their dresses were of primary rainbow colors… the dommes were simply black.

Her interactions with the women of the rainbow carried a bit more. Some were clearly excited to embrace their submissive side, others were just horny, while others wanted to be objectified, a few seemed very nervous and shy. They all knew why they were there and embraced it on some level or another.

Time seemed to pass, and the tension that was brought by the dommes seemed to settle. There was a quiet eagerness that seemed to quietly replace the mood saturating the atmosphere.

Dollie continued to mingle and converse with the others. Most of the conversation seemed superficial, though she was hardly one to judge. The women of the rainbow seemed friendly, sometimes eager and impatient… ironically the women in black showed that same eagerness and impatience, but clearly directed in another way. 

The hosts were cultivating the intended mood. Each of the guests, whether dressed up in their rainbow colors, or clad in the armor of their dark clothes were simmering in their excitement. It wouldn't take much for the hosts to add a little proverbial heat, and watch as the things boiled over… all those guests were practically swimming in their panties.

Though all of the attendees were women, surprisingly about half of the rainbow seemed to be cis-gendered, the others were sissies, crossdressers and trans… but each of them looked eagerly to the women in black, each with hopes of being picked. Ironically, the women of the black seemed to be less equal, most being cis-gendered women, and a few being trans, or crossdressers.

It did not appear as though there was much of a hierarchy among the dommes, there did appear to be a VIP room or two on the northern end of the room. Both sealed off by types and a red curtain and guards by two large muscular women in tuxedos. 

One of the women in black approached a microphone on the stage as if she was the singer of a band that was about to play… except there was no band. “Excuse me ladies, attention play things…” there was a pause as she smiled at the way she addressed her fellow dommes and the entirely different demand for the subs. “We are about to begin the parade… which means we need all of you to line up along the third row of two tables… single file of course.”

Dollie did not initially respond, but when she heard the command in her earpiece, she turned and walked where the other girls were walking. She found herself positioned between two women, both were taller than her, but she was fine with that. After all she was just told that she was fine with that, Miss Stipheart told her that her petite body would be smaller than the tall ones and would make her seem more feminine and beautiful than she already was. Not unlike beautiful women who hung around ugly women to make themselves more beautiful. It was a toxic mindset that Dollie was not able to comprehend at that moment, just accept. 

It didn't take long before the entirety of the women of the rainbow were lined up in a single row shoulder to shoulder from one wall to the other. The women in black seemed amused as they walked back and forth among the women. They didn't even hide the fact that they were eye-fucking their potential partners, victims, and prizes. 

Ms. Stipheart gave her instructions, mostly poses to take while she stood there while the women were admiring ‘the parade…’ as it was called. She was acting like a preening slut, not her words. Of course, she didn't have her own words. Just the words she was told in her earpiece. She flirted with her eyes, her breasts, her lips, her ass, her body language and so much more. 

Two women that were not like the rest came out. They were dressed in all black, so they were to be obeyed like all the other dommes, but their faces were covered, and they each had a red collar around their necks. Dollie's attention was on that difference, but her mind wasn't even trying to comprehend the difference. The two women started grabbing various women in re-sorting them. 

Ms. Stipheart spoke in Dollie's ear, informing her that she was about to be repositioned to make the entire parade look more attractive, not just the individuals. And as always, Dollie did not respond. She just accepted. 

The woman at the microphone spoke, “ladies, please take your seats." 

As one would imagine, a doll like Dollie did not follow her commands, only the voice that was in her ear, but that was fine… ladies were intended for the women in Black. There almost seemed to be both amusement and a certain dissent as they stopped teasing the women of the rainbow, and slowly made their way to their seats. Every woman sitting down, but their eyes firmly on the women they had planned to claim for themselves. 

The woman addressed the rest, "play things. Please follow the attendant.” She gestured to one of the women in black with the red collar and the covered face. She walked forward to the end of the line on the eastern wall. She started to walk towards the first red curtain, but before she reached it she took a hard left. 

“Follow the line. Flirt with your body, show appreciation." Ms. Stipheart commanded.

As a person to Dollie's right started to follow the line, Dollie did as well. She walked with an exaggerated stride, much like she usually did, one hand on her hip and the other with an elaborated swing that matched each step. Her back, arched her chest out, and her ass flowing hypnotically to anyone who dared to look. She wasn't the only one, but unlike the rest, this was absolutely natural for her. 

As they walked across the northern wall towards the western wall, the attendant turned and walked towards the crowd of ladies in Black. The line snaked between the tables giving every woman a chance to look… or feel. And they did. Almost every woman reached out and touched as many of the girls as they could, it was a test of sorts. Many of them wanted to see who was uncomfortable, see who was shy, who liked the attention, to see who was eager… 

Dollie walked amongst the women with confidence, just as Mr. Stipheart commanded. She would feel a hand run up her leg, reaching under her skirt. Not that there was much depth under her dress. It barely covered her ass. She did not slow down, but she smiled to every woman who dared to reach out and touch her. She thanked any woman who reached up and squeezed at one of her breasts. She bit her lip at every cat call, or dirty thing that was promised to her. She had the attention of many women in Black. It was a slow walk, a walk of shame for others, a walk of pride for others still. But for Dollie, it was just a walk. 

The attendant passed the final table and reached the Eastern wall once again, and she walked North, towards the red curtain. This time she did not turn to the left, she walked right through the red curtain and a line continued to follow… until they stopped…

All the girls were left in a dark hallway, and then a light appeared as a door opened. Nine girls were led in at a time, and they were left there for several minutes, and then nine more… and nine more. 

When it was Dollie's turn, she entered the room as she was commanded through the voice in her ear. As she walked in, she saw that there were three thrones lined up upon an elevated Dais.

As the nine walked in, they were told to stop and face the thrones. Three thrones, but there were four women in them. Each of the thrones were wide and tall… their backs going much further than the head of any of their occupants.

The attendant stepped forward and gestured to the first throne. Upon it stood a woman who had a pale wide face, unnaturally white… clearly the makeup she chose, her lips were black as was her eyeshadow, though for some reason she contrasted that with long pink eyelashes glued to her eyes. Her hair also black matched the dress that all the dommes here wore. “Upon the first throne you will find our first generous host, Chanterelle.” She looked bored, one leg over the arm of the throne, her own arm supporting her head as she stretched across the throne, looking at her nails. There was a bulge in her crotch area suggesting she was Trans, and given the size of the bulge, she wanted everyone to know. She barely even acknowledged the ‘play things.’

Then the attendant gestured to the middle throne. Upon it were two women, they wore black dresses, they were neither leather, nor rubber, nor latex. More like the little black dress that every smart woman has in her closet. They were identical in body type, and dress, though one had a more oval-shape face, while the other was rounder.. One girl had a violet colored hair, while the other had a magenta color of her own. They held each other's hands, and their legs were crossed, with each having a single foot resting upon what looked like a treasure chest. There were clearly a couple, both dominants, which probably means that they enjoyed sharing their pets. “Allow me to introduce Mara and Kara.” both of the women smiled widely as their names were spoken, they were delighted by the attention. 

And finally the attendant gestured to the final throne, one that was wrapped in shadows. There was a slight illumination behind them. The woman seemed to stay in the shadows, her skin dark, very dark. Almost the perfect contrast to the first woman. But her eyes, her teeth, and her platinum white straightened hair, seemed to glow in the dark shadows. Her legs were a deep mocha color, which were all that could be seen spilling from the shadows. “Allow me to introduce Zuri“

As the last woman was introduced, all of them stood up, and started walking down the stairs. Each woman approached one of the play things, and left two play things between each other. They spoke in quiet words, Dollie was unable to hear what was spoken. After a few moments, the ladies in black looked at one another, seemingly bowed their heads in agreement, and they took a step over to the second girl. It was a repeat as they spoke… a few minutes passed and they moved on to the 3rd. 

Dollie was the third for Chanterelle. She whispered to the dolly, “what is your name?" 

She heard Ms. Stipheart speak before her own lips moved. "Dollie Dahl.”

"I like playing with dolls… would you like to be my doll?" 

“What do you like to do with your dolls?" But her voice was more flirtatious, less concerned…

That pulled a smile that tightened around her eyes, "I like to tie them up, make them very uncomfortable… have my way… what else would you do with a doll?” She finished the sentence with the curled question in her tone, as if waiting and judging for the proper answer. 

Dollie's words escaped her mouth, “admire them." 

Chanterelle's eyes rolled just a little, “admire them instead of restraining them? Silly girl." 

"Silly girl?" Dollie's voice spoke with almost an unexpected sarcasm, "why would any girl just want to be admired? You should take your Dolly, rip off her clothes, bend her into the most uncomfortable position… Tie her up… have your way… and then admire your work… your art." Her tongue played with her tooth and lip playfully and teasingly. 

Chanterelle's eyebrow raised a little bit, almost like she wanted to punish the girl for being sarcastic. But with that visual… That was something she enjoyed, restraining the girl, having her way, and then stepping back and just watching… The way she bit down on her lower lip was a clear sign that the thought of doing that alone could make her cream her panties. But she stepped back without another word, meant her eyes with the others and she stepped over… 

She also noticed that Zuri stepped from the last of the nine girls and walked across to the first…and the interrogations began again. Two more sets of women were interviewed again, and then she was face to face with Zuri.

In the light she could see that Zuri's face was flawless. But she bore bold colors for her makeup, a shimmery azure color decorated her eyelids, and a very glossy indigo painted her lips. Her eyes were very expressive, as they were very very white compared to her dark skin and irises… her hair was also white, it had been straightened as well, clearly not her natural look. Her tongue played with her upper lip as she thought about her first question, “what would you do right now, if I bent you over a table… and took a paddle and smacked your ass as hard as I could?” She never asked Dollie’s name. 

"I'm not sure." She looked from one direction to another as the voice in her ear told her… make it look like she was thinking of a response, “ask you what took so long? Maybe thank you… ask for another?”

Zuri giggled yet covered her mouth, her nails were the same color as her lips. She was amused, as though she was so sick and tired of all the sycophants, some that she was delighted by someone trying to play… a submissive that flirted… a potential pain slut that was flirting… that was not something she saw everyday.

There were a couple more questions before the interrogation was over. But Zuri seemed pleased. 

When it was time for the girls to move on to the next, Dollie saw the two girls holding hands walking back to the first girl in line as the cycle continued.

She once again had to wait two rounds of interrogations before she came face to face with Mara and Kara. 

The two girls were happy, delighted… almost manic. This spoken unison, as if this had been practiced, “name?"

"Dollie.”

Both girls giggled, “do you like to lick pussy." 

Dolly once again spoke at the command in her ear, "I don't mind it… it's more thrilling to lick it after I've been Commanded to.”

Both of the women stopped and looked at each other, and then back to Dollie, “do you have a favorite sex toy?" 

The doll looked back and forth between the two dominant women, and then looked at their crotches, "strap-on.”

“And how do you prefer to have it used on you?" 

"Spit roast.”

Both of their eyes widened with excitement, and more simple questions were asked before they moved on…

Once all the girls had been finished with their interrogation, they were lined up, led out of the room and put to the end of the line again, they sat in the darkness for several minutes until the rest of the girls joined them… and then they were paraded out in front of all the other women in black dresses, but this time they were lined up behind the woman with the microphone. 

She started walking up to each one, "tell me about a talent you're very proud of." 

The answers ranged as they went about, one woman bragged about how large her breasts were… as if breast size were a talent… another talked about how much she could hold her breath when she was going down. Another about how flexible she was… and it was not all that along until the woman arrived at Dollie.

“What's your name, darling?" 

"Dollie.”

“Do you have a talent that you're proud of?" 

"Poetry.”

“Oh? We have an artistic one here… why don't you tell us a poem?”

Dollie leaned into the microphone, Dolly leaned into the microphone, her voice spoke another woman's words “roses are red… violets are blue… bend me over table, so I can spread my legs for you.”

There was some whistling and general applause at that… Even as that died down, the woman with the microphone continued into the next girl… and the next… and the next. When the final girl was interviewed for the public, the woman addressed the women in black, “all right ladies, you've had a chance to inspect the goodies, you've had a chance to hear from them… now it's time to vote on the best of the best.”

Dollie stood in place as she watched the attendants walk across the room and pass out a small piece of paper to each lady in black. There was a small cup in the middle of each table with an assortment of fancier and expensive writing utensils. Each of the women reached forward and took one, writing something down on a piece of paper and turning it upside down. A moment later, the other attendant walked by and scanned the paper with an attachment on a cell phone. 

The process took less than five minutes. 

The woman with the microphone spoke, “thank you ladies, we have our top ten.” Then she turned to face the women of the rainbow, "playthings, I'm going to say your names in alphabetical order, and you will step forward.” Dollie was the second name to be spoken.

The woman with the microphone spoke to the women who were not selected, "follow the attendants to the back wall.” One of the women in the black with the red collar stepped to the front of the line and then led the girls to the back wall. 

But if they thought they were going to witness everything, they were wrong. The doll watched as the attendant took each girl, one at a time and turned them around to face the wall, put their hands behind their backs, their wrists tied very gently with a pink sash. It was not intended to hold them in place, it was intended to remind them of their place. Each girl pushed to lean forward so their forehead almost touched the wall and then pulled back. Their lower backs were dipped slightly, so their asses stuck out a little bit more, and then their legs were spread. They were on display. 

The woman with the microphone brought her attention back to the ladies in the black, “for those of you who are new here tonight, our hosts, Chanterelle, Kara, Zuri, and Mara will have dibs on the first three… then we will have a playful little auction over the remaining seven… after that…” she held her hand up to gesture to the women lined up along the wall. "It becomes a free-for-all, but don't worry, there are plenty of play things for everyone… and a couple extra for those who want more." 

There was clapping and applause, and then the lights seemed to fade a bit. One of the attendants walked to a red curtain and held it open, as the four hosts stepped into the main room.

Chanterelle still looked bored, still focusing more on something that was on her nail, then what was going around in the room. Zuri's dark skin was such a contrast to the light that made it to her skin, her hair and the way she walked kept her much in the shadows. And then there was Mara and Kara who still walked hand and hand, almost like they were twins, but certainly not. 

They each had a moment to address the crowd, Chanterelle's speech was a simple, ‘Thank you' as if she was doing a duty, but really just wanted to get on with it…

Mara and Kara spoke in unison as they often did, there was much enthusiasm, And appreciation as they thanked everyone for coming, and of course for proliferating these nights every month.

Zuri was a little bit longer, reminding everybody that this was to remain safe, sane and consensual… reminding everyone not to let the Playthings have an inch outside of their rules… outside of their roles. And like the rest, she thanked them for coming. 

The woman in black took back the microphone and said the moment everyone's been waiting for, the host pick the first three.

If it had been in anyone other than Dollie, they would have been much more apprehensive, Dollie felt no such emotion. She stood there, posing, with a smile on her face as each of the women looked at her for a lingering moment… but when it was time, each of the women walked towards the woman they wanted… and with the command from inside her ear, she smiled when she saw who was walking to her… 

Doll DutyBy: Mistress Dyvia Chapter 3

Chanterelle returned Dollie's smile. The smile itself seemed warm, yet there was a malevolent amusement in her eyes. The Woman’s eyes were laser focused on Dollie. She walked slowly to Dollie, as if trying to make the girl more nervous. Little did she know a dolly like Dollie was incapable of being nervous, she only felt what she was told to feel. Or more appropriately, she only did what she was told to do. 

Chanterelle stopped right in front of Dollie, her arms lifted and squeezed her breasts. Per the instructions in her ear, she let out a soft moan, her eyes threatening to close in pleasure, but kept them slightly open as she let out a slow breath… as if she were trying to contain that moan that had already escaped. 

“I'm going to enjoy having my way with you." She spoke with a saccharine sweet voice, but again there was something in her eyes that almost made this seem like a test. She wanted to see if her chosen prey would be intimidated, or become excited. 

Listening to the voice in her ear, she looked the woman in her eyes and said, "I think I'm going to enjoy you having your way with me.” 

Chanterelle took a step back with a wide smile on her face and a laugh erupted from her mouth. It was a loud belly laugh with her right hand on her tummy. “Oh, you are going to be such fun." Then the woman grabbed Dollie's shoulders and spun her around.

From here, she actually had a very good look at the event hall. More than just the chandelier hanging from the middle of the large room, but the way the seating had been arranged. She had spent time walking amongst these tables earlier, but the voice in her ear had her focused on what was directly in front of her, she hadn't taken the entire room in. Now she saw everything. 

So many round tables, And the way that they were arranged. The odd rows had more tables than the even rows were staggered slightly, and hence the rise and why each one of their rows had one less table. 

Each table sat three women dressed in black, and they all had their eyes on the stage. Those that looked at her, seemed a bit disappointed… though to be fair, the ones that weren't looking at her seemed disappointed since the host just got the best of the best. 

She wasn't actively thinking about it, but somewhere Dollie knew there was a bit of resentment towards the hosts. Though that resentment would likely not be shown in their behavior, after all without them, there would be no event. And it wasn't like these women weren't going to be getting a prize.

And behind the rows of tables, there were the other girls: the women of the rainbow as the voice in her ear called them… ‘The Playthings’ as the woman with the microphone called them. They stood facing the wall, unable to enjoy the vent that was happening right behind them, their asses were pushed out on display. They were like the pieces of meat when you walk into a steakhouse, ready to be selected and have the perfect night with the perfect piece of meat. 

Mara and Kara stepped forward with their chosen pet. One stood in front, and the other stood behind as they took a leash… no, a slip lead, and put it over the girl's head and pulled it tight, and then the two girls met in front of her once again, They shared a kiss with each other before taking the end of the slip lead in their hands together and leading their new pet to a position on the stage. 

Zuri took her chosen pet and did the same thing. Though it was noticeable that her slip lead seemed to have some teeth in it. Probably something to dig in when she pulled the leash too tightly. Zuri was enjoying the way she showed off her sadism as she stepped to the middle of the stage, just a few feet away from Mara and Kara.

Then it was Chanterelle's turn. She took Dollie by her upper arm, and walked her a little bit in front of Zuri. She took her own slip lead, this one was a neon red color, and she slipped it over Dollie's neck. She used the finger to slide it up to fit snugly. She knew that this would make it so that whenever she pulled on it, it would tighten around her neck, thus forcing her compliance. And when she loosened, so would the slip. When used on dogs, it was a tool to make them a little less eager. When used on a sub in this context, it usually meant, ‘don't fall behind.’ 

She heard the voice in her ear make a simple command, “pay attention to what she does with that lead, make sure there is always slack. Be a good pet to her.” And immediately she knew what to do. 

She waited as Chanterelle started to walk away to the third position on the stage, she'd only taken a couple steps when Dollie started to do so as well, making sure that the lead never went taught. 

A song started to play, and each of the hosts took their play things, and started dancing. It was slow, Chanterelle put Dollie's arms behind her back, and then held her as they danced a slow dance. Every time they spun, which took a moment, she would see the others. Zuri danced holding the slip lead tight, making sure she had firm control over her pet’s every step. Mara and Kara kept their pet placed between them, they had their fingers interlocked as they danced, and moved the girl with their own moevements as they used their breasts to guide their plaything.

When the dance was over, Dollie was taken by her host back through the red curtain. She didn't have a chance to see what happened to the others, but she was pretty sure there was something similar happening. Apparently she was not going to be there for the auction of the other seven.

She felt Chanterelle's tight grip around her upper arm as she led her through the room, behind the thrones to another door that led to a corridor. It was almost as if she had forgotten about the slip lead, but then she let go of her arm and took the slip lead and used it like a leash. They walked past several doors… There was an urgency, as if Chanterelle couldn’t wait to get things started.. The walls were red and black, with white baseboards. The doors were fire-engine-red. Chanterelle walked her to the very last door on the left, and pulled out a key from her cleavage and unlocked the door. She opened it and led Dollie inside.

The room in the most general sense could have passed for a bedroom. In that sense there was a place to sleep. But anyone else knowledgeable knew that this was a playroom. This was a room that people came to fuck, not to make love, not for romance, and certainly not for sleep. This is where they came to unleash their sexual ambition or douse their frustration. 

The floors were a marble black, they were shiny and almost looked like something that one might expect to find in a retail store. Or more appropriately, Chanterelle probably was in a retail store, enjoyed the design so much that she paid to have it done in her playroom. The walls were a very dark red, much darker than crimson, and the lights that eliminated the room separated by about 4 ft were eliminated by small lights that were designed to flicker as if they were candles. They were not. The ceiling was a shade of black as well, except for a mount where the ceiling fans spun which was a shimmery white. 

Dollie found herself spinning around looking, but this was not a reflex even though it might have appeared to be such by Chanterelle… this was an instruction by the voice in her ear. Her eyes followed the wall from where she entered, which was mostly empty, as was the wall in front of her, the walls to each her right and left or filled with toys. These were not dolls, these were toys meant to enhance play time for ‘playthings.’

On one wall, was a selection of insertables. Dildos of various colors and materials. Some were made to look like they were small, were these for new people? Or were they to tease new people and show off what small really was… or maybe just tell them that that was bigger than they were… Some of them were huge, so large that they'd make a girl's forearm look small. There were even a few exotic shapes, made to look like they belong to an alien from another planet…

And the other wall hung restraints. Handcuffs, furry cuffs, four-way cuffs, spreader bars… several pieces of fabric of different colors and sizes that could be used to restrain, or gag, or even blindfold. There were gags too, like the other things. There was a selection, ball gags, ring gags, phallic shaped gags, equestrian gags, bit gags… apparently Chanterelle did not want to leave much to the imagination… it was a shelf that had a selection of blindfolds, there was also a hood or two. And not to anybody's surprise at this point, but several coiled up lengths of rope of different materials. 

Chanterelle pulled her closer. Dollie complied like a good little pet. As she got closer, Dollie couldn't help but notice the bed. It was large like a king size bed, but the frame was larger than it needed to be… or was it? As you got closer, she happened to notice that there were d-rings about every 6 inches… or 15 centimeters. There are large rings on the top of the bedposts, they are on swivel mounts so that they could move around. The sheets seem to be made of black leather, there were no pillows. 

Chanterelle took off the slip lead leaving Dollie in the middle of the room… She sat down and crossed her legs while her fingers idly played with the lead. She simply stared at Dollie's moment, as if debating upon what she should do first with her cute dolly. She dragged a nail from the corner of her mouth to the bottom of her lip, and then spoke, “take off your clothes." 

"Just like that? Or do you want a little music to make it a little more fun?” she spoke the same words that echoed in her ear. 

Chanterelle seemed to think for a moment, “music…” She reached for a cell phone and then started playing a song, ‘WAP’ by Cardi B. started playing.

She started turning around as she heard ‘there's some whores in this house…’ started the song, started moving her ass to make it a little bit more enticing while her hand moved up her waist towards her breasts and then once again down to her ass to tease. This only lasted for about a minute before she started to slowly tease and move the straps off her shoulders and slowly lower her dress down. She teased again for a little bit and then off came her panties. Being just in her stockings and heels, she decided to take off her jewelry as well, at least the voice in her ears just told her that’s what she decided to do… She positioned the jewelry in such a way that Ms. Stipheart would maximize her views from the cameras.

The song was almost over, and she started playing with the tops of her stockings with an eyebrow raised to Chanterelle. Did she want to have her way with a completely naked woman? Or did she want to have her fun with a girl just in stockings and heels? 

Chanterelle put up a hand to stop her… stockings and heels it was. 

Chanterelle uncrossed her legs and stood up, she walked right up to Dollie and looked her over. It wasn't until she ran a hand down her shoulder, that she stopped, and then ran it again. Her eyes wide and slightly… she felt a difference between the silicon breastplate, and the skin of her shoulder, but she was double inspecting it cuz it wasn't blatantly obvious.

A smile pulled back at her lips, “and here I thought you were a real girl." 

Dollie's face looked a little hurt, "I am a real girl.”

Then there was a look of shock on Chanterelle's face, not because she hadn't expected Dollie to talk back… a face that looked like she practically slapped herself. A mistake that had been made to her, and she just made it to someone else. “I'm sorry. That was inexcusable. That was incredibly rude of me, and I'm sorry for the bullshit… I get it." 

"I forgive you... accidents happen…”

Chanterelle smiled, “I hope that means we will get to continue our evening." 

Dollie nodded her head, "dollies are made to be played with. You wouldn't want me to not follow my nature, would you?"

"I'm going to gag you. You won't be able to use a typical safe word. However, I am going to put a small bell over your finger, and I'll have you hold it tight with your thumb, if you are in distress, simply let go of it, it will ring and I will stop to find out what's wrong. Understood?”

Dollie nodded her head once again, "I understand.”

She walked to one of the lights and pulled off a small bell that was a little bigger than the size of a thimble. Chanterelle made sure the clapper of the Bell was pressed to the inside of her index finger, and then made sure her thumb was pressed against the outside of it. 

She walked away to the side of the room, the side that had all of the bondage equipment… Her fingers danced across the strips of cloth until she selected a black one and walked back to Dollie, "lights out.” And then pulled a blindfold around the front of her face and tied it behind her head, snuggly.

She could still hear Ms. Stipheart telling her what to do. So she stood still. She felt a hand on her jaw opening her mouth wide, and then forcefully putting in a ring gag. Again she could feel it being pulled tight before the dominant woman secured it behind her head. 

She heard and felt the sound of her high heels stepping away from her, and then returning. One hand lifted her right arm out, almost like she was getting ready to do jumping jacks, and then the other matched it. She felt a soft rope being pulled right under her breasts. It was a slight shift in the middle of her back, and then it went over her shoulder, looped under the rope at the front of her chest and then over her other shoulder… It didn't take long before she realized that she was basically tying a bra around her made of rope. She felt the rope pulling her forward… well… to the bed if she was a good judge.

Chanterelle had her up on her hands and knees on the bed. There was rope attaching her wrists together, and then another to bind her ankles, then her knees were strapped together, as were her elbows, and then her elbows and knees were looped together… It took a moment to figure it out, but the most impressive part of this, was that she was pretty sure that everything was with the single length of rope.

She heard Chanterelle walking around the bed a couple of times, sizing her up like a piece of meat… or maybe just admiring her own artwork. She felt a hand slap her ass… and then her finger went down, and teased her butthole… and then down to her pussy… she felt the same prosthetic wear… and then started sliding her finger inside the fake pussy announcing that she might just have to cum in that later. “You're good with that, right? Feel it dripping out of your panties so the rest of the night…”

With her free hand, the bound Dolly gave a thumbs up. A clear message to the gothy domme that she was very much okay with that outcome. 

Chanterelle laughed, “so are you comfortable in there? Do you think you can last a while?

A thumbs down followed by a thumbs up… it was not comfortable, but she would last a while. 

Another laugh confirmed that this pleased Chanterelle. 

There were some sounds, Dollie couldn't quite hear what they were, but she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper either being unzipped or being zipped. Listening closer to the dry flopping sounds, She knew that Chanterelle was undressing herself.

Then she heard the sound of Chanterelle's high heels clicking on the floor once again. She took a hold of her shoulders and pulled it to the edge of the bed, and she felt something in front of her… “make me hard." A simple enough instruction…

With the acknowledgment of the voice in her ear, she opened up her mouth and stuck on her tongue… as soon as she found Chanterelle's penis, she started licking the base of her balls right up to the Head… one lick after another… one stroke after another.

It was starting to get from soft to too hard, she was feeling the head swelling up, and she went to suckle the tip, and she felt the finger push her head back. 

Chanterelle's voice teased, "just the tongue for now… there will be more time for the rest later.”

One slow sensuous lick after another. She continued to do that, until Chanterelle told her to stop. With a quick movement, she picked up the front of Dollie's body and repositioned it and then did the same with their back until her ass was sticking up at near the edge of the bed. Dolly felt it as Chanterelle moved down her ass and found the faux pussy… and stuck her finger inside until she felt Dollie's little penis tucked away on the other side of the silicon wall. A moment later she pushed her cock inside. It was only a couple of thrusts, and then she pulled out… 

“Don't mind me… I just wanted to see if there were any logistics to work around…” A moment later, her hard cock movred up against Dollie's ass, not pushing inside but rubbing along it, teasing it… and then she finally got up on the bed herself… laid down, and grabbed Dollie's ear and pulled her head down… “you know what to do." 

She didn't, but Ms. Stipheart did, and told her dolly exactly what to do.

A moment later, her head moved down and felt the engorged bulbous head of Chanterelle's cock at the entrance of her lips. She opened her lips a little bit and gave a couple of licks, and then she heard the soft moaning coming from Chanterelle, Dollie started moving her lips down. She used her tongue heavily to make sure that it was nice and wet, and started spreading her saliva had every time she moved her head down… up and down until it reached the back of her mouth… and then she had to readjust herself as much as she could to take even more of it down her throat. 

After that, she started with the slow methodical descents. Soon, she was moving a little bit faster, Ms. Stipheart was feeding an audio cue for her, it was a metronome, every click she would either move down or move up… she changed the speed to go faster and faster… 

“Stop." Was the breathy command of Chanterelle, and it was mirrored by the voice in her ear.

The readjustments, and she felt hands on the back of her head, as Chanterelle's cock started pushing in again… this time her head was up and she could take the entirety of the dominant woman's cock right to the back of her mouth down her throat until she felt the woman's ball slap against her chin… back and forth over and over, pressing her lips tight, pushing her tongue up against their massive rod that was machine-gunning down her throat. She stayed like this for minutes, until Chanterelle relented and stopped.. "I'm not making it that easy for you." She said almost with a laugh… She was clearly on the verge of her own immense orgasm, and wasn’t ready for the play to end.

She felt the woman lay beside her, and then pulled Dollie up, guiding her head, she had a breast at her mouth. She started licking, her hands were bound and held away from her so she only had her mouth and her tongue. She did as the voice in her ear spoke. 

She did long slow laps with her tongue to the dominant woman's underboob. In each stroke, slightly tease the nipple as it's swirled slightly around the areola, and then did a flick across her nipple.. she did this several times until her nipple started to protrude dangerously out, threatening to poke out an eye…

Then she started with the other breast when Chanterelle pulled her head over, she was barely aware that the domme’s tits were harder than they should have been, this telltale sign of a boob job. It was perfectly round in the way it defied gravity, and the doll got those nipples perfectly hard, perfect to cut glass with…

And she continued back and forth as the dominant woman moved her head from tit to tit and the voice in her ears told her exactly which techniques to use… even hooking the top of her front teeth to the top of her nipple, enrolling her tongue like she was a native Spanish teacher, a trick that was usually reserved for a clitoris, but sometimes had good function on a very horny nipple…

Chanterelle took a moment to inspect the little bell on her finger, she was satisfied… she reached behind Dollie's head, and undid the ring gag… She stood up and walked away… a moment later she felt a phallic object pressing into her mouth, shaped like a penis, and again locked behind her head… then the rope that bound her elbows and knees together were untied, and her arms were massaged… It helpeg her get used to the movement again, and then they were tied behind her back, each elbow in the other hand's palm.

She was pulled out of the bed, and then she felt restraints on her ankles, as she was tied to what she imagined were the bedposts, on the ground… At that point, Chanterelle bent her over the bed, spread her cheeks… Then the aggressive woman’s hard cock was pushed right to the dolly’s rosebud. There was no lube, luckily the prosthetic that she had used already had the penetration inside. All it needed to do was spread a bit, and she did. A woman thrust in and out, and Dollie's cries and moans shaped around the giant fake cock in her mouth. 

She started to feel her own sissygasm start to build, but the voice in her ear prevented that from happening. She could not cum without permission. If Dollie hadn't had the proper training, this could have been painful with how fast and how hard Chanterelle was thrusting in and out. 

And then it was time for Chanterelle to pull all the way out, she slid her thumb into the fake pussy, judging her own positioning, and then Dollie felt the cock pushing inside the little pussy of the prosthetic… Chanterelle's hand found its way around her hip and pressed to the front of her crotch, adding just a little bit more pressure and should fucking her plaything of the night, until the movements started becoming slower, and her breathing became staggered… she was cumming.

After a few minutes of feeling the heavy dominant on top of her, the weight was gone , the cock was gone. Another moment after that, her ankles were freed, and her g-string was pulled right up her legs and in place protecting her modesty… and probably to make sure that most of the woman's cum was dripping into her panties. The perfect domme knowing just how to mark her territory.

Slowly but surely, the rest of Dollie's restraints were removed, Chanterelle helped massage arms and legs until she had full mobility again, an odd bit of aftercare considering the place she was at. 

Dollie started putting her jewelry back on, and then her dress… she opened up her purse and took out a popular brand of breath mints. Chewed one, and then started fixing her makeup. And the final application was an old school lipstick, not the one she originally used to get ready, but the same color… the old school kind of lipstick that usually got everywhere if one wasn’t careful…

When she was done she could see that Chanterelle was holding the slip lead ready to bring her back out to the others… she stepped forward as the voice in her ear told her to… and she walked up to Chanterelle submissively, she moved forward, and suddenly kissed Chanterelle on the lips. 

Chanterelle giggled for a second, “that's not usually what way…” she shook her head for a second, and her muscles started to give away… Dollie Caught her from falling and laid the unconscious domme down gently on the bed behind her…

Chapter 4

She listened carefully as Ms. Stipheart told her to check on the body of Chanterelle. 

She walked around and looked at her chest… no, not her breast specifically, her chest making sure that it was rising and falling at a steady breathing rate. 

A moment later she pressed her index finger to the woman's neck and found the pulse. She started counting it off quietly for about 15 seconds. When she was told to stop. Everything was good. 

Ms. Stipheart’s voice gave a new instruction, “find her mobile phone… shut it off.” It didn't take long, she didn't remember seeing it on the woman, but it was on a table near the entrance… she powered it off.

She stood up and walked to her purse and took out the lipstick again. She walked back to Chanterelle. She popped the top of the lipstick off and turned the core. She applied the color to Chanterelle’s lips, And then heard Ms. Stipheart say, “That should keep her unconscious until we want otherwise." There was a pause, "double check your appearance in the mirror.”

Dollie turned towards the mirror and walked over. She looked at her makeup first. Everything seemed to be as it should… her eyeliner was still flawless, as was her eyelashes and eyeliner. Her foundation had already been fixed. Her lips were inviting, and without a smear despite the kiss she gave Chanterelle.

She took a step back, straightened her dress out a little bit, then cupped and lifted her breasts a little just to enhance the cleavage. She ran her hands over the fabric to make sure there were no wrinkles or twists in her dress. Then she lightly did the same along her legs gently to make sure that her stockings were straight as well. She turned around and looked at the back of her legs to make sure that everything was immaculate.

She then held out her nails in front of her, they were still long, they were all still there. They were painted. There were no chips in her nails. Overall, her appearance was exactly as it was when she had stepped in the room.

Ms. Stipheart's Voice broke through the silence, “the room is primarily illuminated by the small lights on the walls… find the light switch to turn on the big light, and turn on and off three times.”

Immediately Dollie looked towards the door, and around the side looking for a light switch. Her eyes qujickly came onto a little circular dial. She walked over to it and pressed the dial. The lights came on… but not at full intensity, so she turned the dial until it was at full brightness… and then proceeded to turn it on and off 3 more times and then left the light as it was when she started.

“Good girl. Now approach the window on the right.” Dollie did as she was told and walked towards the window on the right. She stood there for about 2 minutes, and then she heard the voice, “open the window." 

She tried to pull on the little knob, and nothing happened… The window was locked. Her hands moved up and found a little locking mechanism, she slid it over, and then opened the window. The air outside was a little cooler, but a drone was also right in front of her. It simply had another purse that looked just like the one she had, maybe a little bit bigger. 

"Swap out your purse, keep your lipstick.”

Dollie reached into the purse, removed her lipstick, and then reached forward to the drone, removed the new purse from the little hook on the bottom, and then placed the old purse on it… She waited for it to fly away. 

She opened up her purse and started eying the contents. Her mind wasn't really clicking into place, she didn't outly know exactly what she was looking at, but somehow she understood what it all was. There was a little spot that was perfect for sliding her lipstick into, and that's where she slid it in. 

She closed the window once again, and then locked it as it was before. She put the purse over her shoulder.

With a simple command from Ms. Stipheart, she quickly walked over to the door, turned the knob and looked down the hall. It was empty.

She walked out, there was an expression of casualness on her face. She wasn't doing anything she wasn't supposed to be doing… but then again deep down, she knew that just doing what Ms. Stipheart told her to do, was doing exactly what she was supposed to. 

She slowly walked down the hallway, looking at each door, subtly. The voice in her ear would tell her to move along each as she had a moment to look at each number. One door did not have a number at all, simply the letter, ‘E.’

“Open that door, Dollie." 

Dollie turned the knob, and pushed the door open. It was a small landing before a small flight of stairs. With a simple command she was walking forward and moving down the stairs. The stairs were concrete, and every step seemed to echo all around her. Her heels made it just a little bit louder. 

When she reached the next platform below, she stared ahead waiting for the command of whether she should enter that door or go down another flight of stairs. It didn't take long for her to hear, and she was stepping forward. She opened the door, looked to her right, no one… and then stepped in, turning to the left, and walking straight into… Zuri… the pain mistress.

She heard an expletive in her ear. But Dollie ignored that, recognizing it for what it was, and not a command. Zuri seemed equally shocked, looking Dollie up and down, and then looking over her shoulder as if she was looking for someone she should be with. 

She stepped in a little bit closer, a predatory gaze in her eyes, as if she was thinking about the things that she could do. “Your name is Dollie, right?" 

She nodded her head, "my name is Dollie Dahl. I am a doll, a fun dolly to play with.”

This time it was Zuri's time to nod her head, but more in agreement… as if she was thinking of all the fun things she could do with a doll like Dollie. Though in her case ‘fun’ was an alternative word for ‘cruel…’ 

Her voice was teasing, “and what exactly is ‘a fun dolly to play with,’ doing around here… all by herself.”

She heard Ms. Stiphart speak and command her. Zuri saw Dollie close her eyes and say, “leave my room, take a right, find the door labeled, ‘E.’ Go down one flight of stairs, take a Left, two doors down on your left will be a supply room, get a six pack of water bottles, and a package of baby wipes… don't dawdle.” And then she opened her eyes to meet the dark-skinned woman. 

Zuri's interrogation became a moment of amusement for the malevolent woman. She started pushing Dollie up against the wall. “And she left you all by yourself? Even Chanterelle should know better, one never knows when an evil monster might just snatch up a cute little dolly that was left by itself.”

The dolly showed no fear. “Dollies are meant to be played with by whoever holds them closest." 

"So you wouldn't have a problem if I took you back to my room, and had my way with you?” But even as she said that, her hand was already moving along and up Dollie's waist… moving slowly towards her breasts… cupping them…

The dolly that Zuri assumed would be terrified closed her eyes and moaned softly. Dollie's hands opened wide and the palms pressed against the wall behind her, it was a submissive position. It seemed to encourage the pain-loving domme in front of her. The woman squeezed her breasts tighter, she had no idea that they were fake, there was no pain, no sensation at all… as she had to judge everything based on Dollie's reaction. 

The tighter she squeezed, Dollie’s mouth opened wider, a gasp at first, then a silent scream as her shoulders slumped a bit and her head lifted.. The pressure stopped, and she looked down to see Zuri's middle finger tracing light circles around the doll's nipples. 

There was a look of anticipation on both of their faces, an evil smile! Zuri's index finger and thumbs slowly closed around it… it was a tight grip…

Dolly gasped…

Zuri twisted, tightly… painfully… or at least it should have been. But she wouldn't know otherwise, a silent scream seemed to escape Dollie's mouth… her open palms started to squeeze into fists, her eyes rolled to the back of her head… and then the pressure was gone again…

Zuri was still pinning her against the wall. She was watching the doll's reaction. She was enjoying the doll's reaction. 

“You enjoyed that…” an unsteady tone of voice for a woman like her… she wasn't sure if she liked the fact that someone enjoyed what she just did, or she was disappointed that it didn't hurt more. 

“Complicated answer." Was all that came out of Dollie's mouth. Intended not to make it look like she was trying to rush it, or give a simple one-word answer.

"Explain it to me, I am curious.”

Dollie started parroting the words that were spoken through her earpiece, "I don't actually enjoy the pain… quite the opposite, actually. But it makes me really hot… wet… to be treated as a disposable commodity… so just be a doll that anyone can touch anyway they want, that is so fucking hot and sexy." 

“I'm starting to think I should have fought harder for you instead of letting Chanterelle have you.”

"I'm sure you won't make that mistake next time.”

“Mmmm…” as if the idea just crossed her mind that this wasn't the only party they would ever have, "next time… assuming that you'll be one of the 10.”

"And you'll make sure that I am…" there was a confidence in her voice that wouldn't be found in a sub that she was used to interacting with. 

Zuri left out an amused giggle. "I suppose I will. You're not the typical sub at all… I am really going to look forward to breaking you in half… putting pink stripes and welts along your beautiful skin. Make you scream… and beg… and I'm not even sure whether you'd scream and beg for Mercy… or more… but you will scream… and you will beg.”

Dolly's lips curled up into a vacant smile, “I will scream… and I will beg… for more.”

Zuri took the dolly's shoulder and spun her around, her arms were still hanging loosely down by her side even if she faced the wall. Zuri gave her a spank to one of her ass cheeks… It stung. 

Zuri's voice spoke into Dollie's ear, “what do you have to say about that?" 

"Thank you, Ms Zuri, that is one… may I have another?”

Zuri maneuvered herself to the other side of the dolly, and another spank…

“Thank you, Ms Zuri, that is two… may I have another?”

Zuri took a step away. “Fuck, you are hot.” The woman spun the dolly around, " I can't believe I'm actually jealous of one of Chanterelle's play things." She shook her head lightly… “I should probably walk away now…” Her hands slowly moving down towards the hem of the dress. She felt her hand over the doll's pussy, feeling the wetness on the panty. “You are hot. Aren't you?" 

Even as Zuri's fingers came up with a wetness on her fingertips, the dolly answered, "very much so, Ms Zuri.”

With a malevolent smile, she seductively licked her now-wet fingers… There was a couple of brief, yet breathless moments as they stared at one another, and a look of confusion on the woman's face… “tastes like semen…?" As if she wasn't quite putting the parts together…

“Ms. Chanterelle’s, maybe? Maybe both of us?" The doll's voice answered with a little bit of uncertainty. 

A reality check for the cruel mistress, as if she just remembered that this definitely wasn't her play thing… it had already been used tonight, it had already been claimed by another. "Till next time… Dollie.” and she went through the same door that the doll had come through minutes earlier.

When she was alone in the hallway, Dollie turned to her left and started walking on the commands of the voice in her ear. She stepped inside and grabbed the six pack of water and then opened her purse and found she didn't really have enough room for the baby wipes. She spent a minute reshuffling what was in her bag and stuffed it in there and carried the water with her other hand… perfect excuse if she gets caught before getting to where she was supposed to be. Not that she knew that, she is just obeying the voice that fed the information to her. 

She left the supply closet, closed the door behind her and gave it a gentle push to make sure it was properly clicked in place. She continued walking past and came to a door that was a different color than the rest. She tried the knob; nothing happened.

“Lock picking kit… use it.” a simple command from Ms. Stipheart. 

She opened up her purse, shifted to a little black box, she slid it out, and when she opened it there was a key ring. She hooked one finger around it and pulled it out, and then squatted down in front of the door knob. She picked two of the tools.

She used the tension wrench to start applying a little pressure on the cylinder of the lock. A moment later she used to pick to slide it in, and she found the pins by a sense of touch alone. One by one, the pins started snapping in place one at a time, and before she knew it, there was the click. She turned the knob and pushed it forward only about a quarter of an inch… then delicately put her tools back into the little black box, and then right back into her purse. 

She listened to the voice as it guided her into the door and closed behind her. She walked down a flight of stairs and realized there were two guards patrolling. Who's around a large area if we just two guards, but she stayed in the shadows in the corner, and stayed quiet. With an instruction she placed the water in the corner, out of the way. 

She stayed that way for nearly 3 minutes, and then the command came, “remove cipher-A’ from your purse, keep it in your left hand. On my mark, tiptoe… to the third door. Play cipher over the electronic lock.”

She took the small green box out, opened it and removed the cipher. She placed the box back into her purse, but kept the cipher in her left hand. A guard walked by…

“Mark." 

Immediately she got on her tiptoes like a ballet dancer… but she walked as if it was the most normal thing to do, her heels making no sound, her weight balance between her toes and the front tip of her high heel… mostly the front tip… but she walked as if that's the way she had walked her entire life, and she moved quickly to the third door. She placed the cipher over it and watched as three lights lit up one at a time over the course of about 7 seconds… the door opened on its own. She stepped inside and closed it behind her.

She turned a corner, and she was looking at a giant door… It actually looked like a bank vault. Any other person might have been intimidated by such a thing, but she was not, she was programmed not to be intimidated, she wasn't programmed to think and feel what she was told to. She wasn't told what to feel, just to approach the vault. She stepped forward. 

There was a traditional spin lock, and Ms. Stipheart, told her to spin the dial three times to the right and not stop until she reached 45… then spin it to the left twice landing on 67… And then to the right one more time landing on 14. She gripped the handle and turned down and then pulled… the vault did not open, it just revealed another access panel. 

“Remove the tablet. Press the home button, and then the remote button.” 

Dollie did as she was told, pulling out a small cloth covered rectangular tablet, pulling off the cloth coating. She pressed the home button and the home screen loaded. She pressed the button for remote access… immediately I went through a rapid succession of different apps opening… even the screen itself seemed to warm up or cool off in different areas. 

“There is a rectangular area on the lower quadrant that looks like a screen…” Ms. Stipheart started, “Use both of your hands to hold the tablet screen away from your face, until it's that quadrant… you will place the lower left hand corner between your left hands, middle and ring fingers… then the upper right hand corner between your right hands, middle and ring fingers. You will guide your left ring finger to the bottom corner of the biorethnic sensor.”

As complicated as the instructions might have been, Dollie acted as if she had done this a million times, with her pinky finger she reached over to press a green button. The biorethmic sensor came to life, and the heat variations as well as the high resolution of the screen seemed to satisfy the bio-rhythms sensor. A few seconds later, there was a very quiet sound of a hydraulic system being used as the vault opened… the obedient doll stepped inside. 

From this point, to a complete stranger, this looked like a room where one might find their safety deposit box. There were several small drawers lining the walls both on three sides. There was a computer in the middle.

Following her instructions, she sat at the computer and typed in a few commands, then she slid a USB stick that was also in her purse… The USB stick started to brute force its way through the password systems, and once she was into the inventory system, she was told to do a search for UHE…

The computer displayed the box number as 2469… and then asked if she wanted to open it… she used the mouse to click on, ‘Yes.’

She looked up in time to see the drawer opening… she stood up, walked over to it, and removed the box… when she opened it there was a key inside. She placed the key inside her purse, and then put the box back into the drawer, closed it… logged off…

She stepped out of the vault, and with a quick press of a button, the hydraulic system started to close the door again… there was a clicking sound that was much louder than anything she had done so far as it was locked back in place again. But the sound did not stop her, she closed the outer hatch and everything was back to normal..

“Who are you?” A masculine voice came from her left. 

She turned to look at it, it was a man… a large man in a security outfit. “I'm Dollie." She responded with the voice's permission.

The man rolled his eyes, "not what I meant… Why are you here? I need to see your access credentials.” The man seemed to have his hand hovering over what could have been a weapon on his belt. 

Once again parroting the voice, “I don't have credentials." 

"Then why are you here? In fact, how did you get down here?” the guard was getting agitated. 

“Ms. Chanterelle walked us down here… she went inside there, but then the door closed behind her.” 

He looked for at the vault's door for a moment, “Fuck.” He didn't take his eyes off of Dollie, but he reached for another phone, and dialed a number… "She's not answering.” The statement was directed at the doll. Though the statement was not entirely accurate, it was going straight to voicemail becasue the phone was off.

“Who isn't?" She spoke the voice’s words as if asking who was not answering…

“Chanterelle." 

Dollie looked at the vault, then back to the man… then the vault again, and finally rested on the man. "Would a cell phone signal even be able to get out of that?”

“Fuck…” as he realized that he would have to call somebody else. His hand was moving down a call list on his phone’s screen.

“I'm about to go offline for 15 to 30 seconds… do not allow yourself to be apprehended,” the voice in his ear spoke, a second later, her connection to Ms. Stipheart went quiet. At the same time, the man's phone completely died… and a couple of lights started to blink on and off…

The man suddenly got serious, he approached Dollie, he put his hand around her arm, “you're coming with me." 

The doll was in full defense mode. Her nail struck at the tendons by his thumb, in his grip immediately slackened so she could pull her arm from his grip. She struck at his neck that immediately stifled his ability to speak. He tried to throw a punch at her, but she dodged, she was behind him. He reached for the weapon on his belt, it was a taser. The back of her heel impacted the back of his knee. He dropped to both of his knees. And she used a wide striking ridge hand hitting the back of his head two inches below and behind his ear and the guard dropped to the ground unconscious. 

"Hey Woody, did you hear that?” Another man was stepping in; the other security guard. He froze in place as he looked at the ground and saw ‘Woody’ in an unconscious heap on the ground with a bimbo-like one woman standing over said heap. 

He looked back and forth between the two for a moment, and then reached for his belt for his own taser… but before he could even get his hand ripped on it, there were two metal prongs sticking in his chest, she squeezed the trigger, and he dropped to the ground with the help of the voltage kicking him like a mule…

"Back online.” Ms. Stipheart's Voice announced… “Oh, I see you did some redecorating.”

The second bodyguard had a stain on the front of his pants, he had pissed himself. He was trying to get up. 

“Apply lipstick." Was the command, and Dollie reached into a purse, prepared the lipstick and pressed it to the guard's mouth before he got full motor control back… he was unconscious almost immediately… just as quickly as it had knocked out chanterelle. 

Then she went to the other guard, and applied lipstick to his lips as well, once the concussion was over, the chemicals would keep him asleep until somebody washed his lips off… or had access to the breath mints that would inoculate him to the chemicals for up to 24 hours… but she certainly wasn't going to give them to him without being told to…

“Drag their bodies behind a desk and prepare to leave.” She grabbed the first man by his two feet and pulled him behind the desk so that he wouldn't be seen upon entering the first door. Then she grabbed the second man, doing the same, then lined the second man up perfectly behind the first. 

She faced the exit and waited for The Voice to tell her to leave. The instruction came and she'd turned the knob.

Chapter 5:

The doll listened to her instructions as she grabbed the water from the corner where she had tucked it away earlier. There was a small hole on the top of the six pack of water where she hooked her fingers… the same holes she had made when she initially picked it up. At the very least if she got stopped again, she could use the excuse that she got lost after finding the water and baby wipes, which were both on her. If luck held, they would not find the two unconscious bodies until after she had left the mansion. 

She quickly made her way to the steps, the lower flight of stairs did not have any carpeting on them, it was just concrete, which made her heels echo more... Or so the voice in her ear told her, so she went up onto her tiptoes and walked up the stairs. Each step moved quickly until just before it was about to land on the step, and her foot moved slowly. This was a well-practice maneuver, this is not something that could be told on the fly, anyone who observed this would have recognized that she may have spent weeks learning how to do moves like this. 

She turned the railing and went up another flight of stairs the same way, there was no door here, but that was expected as she came down here earlier. She scooted herself up the stairs quickly, practically running, but finding a way to make each step slow and thus silent.

She looked up towards the next flight of stairs that would lead to a door. Like before she ran up them skipping steps, remaining silent, around the corner, and then sprinted the last few steps.

She quickly opened the door, and looked inside. The corridor was empty. This was the hallway that she had encountered Zuri minutes earlier. She listened, no sounds, no people.

Dollie slowly stepped inside, turned around cautiously and pulled the door shut until she heard the click of the lock. She turned around again, she started walking down the hall casually, this time there was no need to hide, at least not as much as she had before. She passed the supply closet, and then went two more doors down to the next stairwell. She put her ear to the door before opening, and heard steps coming down. 

She quickly scampered back to the supply room door, opened it, and stepped inside. Ms. Stipheart counted to 10 aloud, and then had her obedient Dolly step back outside. 

She came face to face with three women. Mara, Kara and their pet of the night… which happened to be some sissy pet, with pink hair, and a bright yellow sequined dress. 

Mara seemed to be the first to see her, “oooohhh," She cooed as if she had been the cat that found the mouse in a trap, “who do we have here?" 

Kara picked up on it right away, “and what are you doing down here, Plaything?” It almost sounded like Zuri all over again, only they seemed more amused, or maybe more cheerful.

But the voice that spoke into Dollie's ear was calm, and had her parrot her words as usual, “Ms. Chanterelle sent me down here to get water," as she was speaking she lifted up the six pack of water that was hooked into her fingers, “and a package of baby wipes to help clean up our mess." She flipped open the top of her purse, and pulled out the wipes." 

Mara chimed in, “but she's not supposed to and let you wander about alone." 

Kara continued, “it's against the rules." 

The dolly's mouth moved, "I was just doing what she said.”

Mara separated herself from her pet that sat between her and Kara, and she twirled her way over as if she were a ballerina, and effortlessly slung one hand around Dollie's left arm. “Well you know what they say… ‘finders keepers…’" 

Kara giggled as she tightened the grip on the other pet, “...losers weepers.”

“I really should get back Ms. Chanterelle.” Dollie protested. 

The two dominant women looked at each other, smiled, then turned and looked toward Dollie, "Don't be silly.” and they both giggled.

Mara took the water from the dolly's hand, and with a little pull, a single bottle of water was free. “You really should come back to our room. We don't just have boring old water… we have fun toys.”

Mara took the bottle and held it a little over her head, and slowly started to lower it, running her tongue along it, and then opening wide, and slowly sliding the entire bottle into her mouth and closing it tightly… except she didn't, she turned her head and her water bottle was at the side of her mouth, just an illusion. 

Kara took it from her, and held it in front of her crotch, “lots of fun toys…” She disentangled herself from the other plaything, and held the base of the water bottle with one hand, at her crotch… and pretended like she was stroking it… “ones that we can get very creative with…”

Kara looked over at the pink-haired plaything and had her put her hands in the wall, then she bent her over so that the sissy sub was a perfect 90° angle… and then she held the woman's ass with one hand, while holding the water bottle with the other, and she started to push it into the woman's ass, over and over again… the woman didn't move her dress, this time the doll knew that it was part of the show, the illusion… the temptation for what it was. 

Mara re-wrapped her arm again around Dollie's arm, “come along, it's going to be fun.”

“Very well…” Dollie's voice finally relented at the instruction of Ms. Stipheart. 

Mara gushed, “good, we weren't actually asking, you were coming since your chaperone, Chanterelle left you alone. You were up for grabs. House rules." 

The dolly didn't need to know this, she didn't even have to know whether it was true or not, just that the voice in her ear told her to go on with it. 

The foursome found their way up the stairs again, they're on the same floor that chanterelle was unconscious on her little bondage bed… but they were two doors down this time.

The decor was very different from Chanterelle's suite. The walls weren't painted, they were wallpaper, and it almost looked like a 1980 zebra theme. There were no flickering lights, but there was a light strip that went along the ceiling where the wall met, and along the baseboards that illuminated the room quite well. There were no decorations on the walls, but they were small pillars with toys and plastic display cases throughout the room. And the closer they got to the bed in the middle, the more sparse they became. 

The foursome stopped just a few feet before the bed. The two dominant women let go of the playthings, And they both walked to the bed, and started rearranging pillows. They sat down together, they crossed their legs over one another's, held each other's hands, and then touched the tip of their foreheads together. 

Kara started playing with her phone until some dance music popped up… except it was not dance music, it was heavy metal. It seemed to be a heavy metal cover of ‘What is love,’ when it started playing, the two women commanded in unison, “dance!" 

It may not have been a dancy type of music, but it had a solid beat.  Dollie started to dance, and apparently so did the sissy sub beside her. 

Mara interrupted, "together.”

Dollie looked at the sissy sub, shrugged her shoulders as if to say, ‘alright.’ And then started dancing, almost grinding with this woman at the same pace, the music thrummed in the air. Both of their arms were up high, but they were still very close, Dollie's right leg was behind the woman's left leg, as her right leg was behind Dollie's left… their asses gyrated to the beat, and their chest never quite touched, but got so close, that one might slide a single sheet of paper between them, but certainly not two. 

She heard a giggle, and that's when Dollie took a bit of initiative with the command of a voice in her ear, and spun the sissy sub around. They returned sideways so that the two dominant women could enjoy their profile… they were bent slightly, doing a dance that looked just as much like an ass fucking as it did a club-like grinding dance. 

But she was not done, she started to reach up, pull the sissy sub's neck band that was part of the dress, undoing it and starting to pull the dress down over her arms. She wore a bra, this was not the type of dress that a woman would wear a bra with, it was a clear intent, to keep her breasts in place. She carefully pulled it down over the woman’s generous chest, exposing the bra full of very large breast forms. Her hand moved gently across the sissy sub’s waist as she slowly pulled it down, lower and lower… And soon the dress was on the floor… Her hands back to the waist, one teasing and squeezing her breast, the other holding a good grip on the sissy sub' waist as she controlled the grinding motions that they did… but then the hand that was around the sissy subs breasts started moving south…

A hand moved into the sissy sub’s panties and found the metal cage… and it was time to expose it, she pulled down the Sissy's panties and left them on the floor by her dress.

Mara whistled. 

Dollie turned to look just in time to see Kara winding up to throw something.

“Catch it." Came the voice in her ear. 

It was thrown, and the dolly caught it. If not for the command it might have hit her in the face… A butt plug… A butt plug almost hit her in the face… But that wasn’t the point,  she knew exactly what to do with it. The plug was covered in a thick liquid… lube. The dolly started moving the toy towards the sissies ass, pressing it to her rosebud. 

She heard the sissy speak, more of a gasp, "please… I need it…” and then she started working it in, not in a single thrust but moving it a half inch more with every push, and then pull… push deeper… pull… push deeper, until  the final thrust in which she got past the bulge in the middle and locked the base in place…

The sissy sub turned around, a smile on her face… and then dolly did what she did what she was told by the voice in her ear, she kissed the sissy. Her lipstick stained the area just over her lips… but the kiss had landed on the lips, on the mucous membranes… where it was absorbed directly to her blood, and almost instantly traveled to her brain… leaving her unconscious before she even started to fall…

Dolly helped the sub to the ground to make sure she did not have a head injury. But seem to stand there in a state of shock and confusion. 

The music was shut off immediately, and both Mara and Kara jumped off the bed in alarm, then they made their way down to the seemingly distressed sub. They were checking for a heartbeat, for breathing… essentially they are making sure that she fainted, and not passed out or had a seizure… or straight up died. 

The doll's purse was still in its place around Dollie's shoulder, And she reached in and pulled out the lipstick, and started smearing it on the back of her fingernails.

After a long moment, Mara turned to her, “get my phone that's on the side of my bed."

Dollie complied, noting that the song ‘What is love’ by Leo Moraccioli and Priscila Serano was still displayed… She walked quickly only because Ms. Stipheart told her to do so, but as she was walking back to the two dominant women, she held the phone near Mara’s head. Mara turned her head to look at the phone to realize it was almost in front of her face, she was about to say something and Dollie's finger flicked at the woman's lips… a second later she started to go down. Kara looked over at Mara with a shocked expression, and then looked over at the doll, who pressed her other fingernail to Kara's lip as well. Her eyes barely rolled as she slumped down.

All three were unconscious, Dollie started to lift the first girl and bring her over to the bed, then the second, then the third. Each comfortably placed in the soft bed, not the cold hard floor… See? Ms. Stipheart wasn’t entirely heartless.

She walked over to a mirror, used one of the baby wipes to touch up the area around her lip, reapplied her lipstick, and then walked towards the door. Though she should be inoculated for a few hours, the voice in her ear told her to inoculate herself once again by swallowing another breath mint… she did. 

She left the room, turned to face what looked like the big door at the end, she walked through and saw the three thrones. She walked with confidence this time, and she walked out through the red curtain, walked past the guards.

The gala room was buzzing with activity. The women in Black were having their ways with the women of the rainbow. Everyone seemed absolutely delighted in the atmosphere. The dommes got to dom, the subs got to sub. 

Dollie was walking down the direction of the exit, a woman in black appeared, “are you all done with Chanterelle?” Clearly she had been paying attention.

The doll's face became a smile, "I believe she's all done with me. At least for tonight." 

“Well then…” she started as a mischievous grin pulled at the corners of her mouth into a wide smile, “...maybe you should rejoin the others, I'm sure a few of us could have a lot of fun with you." 

"No.” A simple word, but in a place like this, meant more than a simple no anywhere else. 

The woman's smile faded, defeat on her face. Maybe a little bit of hurt, a woman like that was not used to being turned down, especially in a place like this… but she knew the rules, and she accepted them. “In that case, have a wonderful evening." 

This time the doll made her own smile, “I wish you a wonderful evening as well.” Then she continued to walk towards the exit.

Dollie left the mansion, the cold air caused goosebumps on her arms, it wasn't even that cold, but she had gotten used to the warmth inside. She saw the limo, the driver was already waiting with the door open. As she approached, he offered his hand, and helped her inside. 

The door closed, the driver walked around, and the limo started to pull away. She listened to her instructions through the earpiece, and offered the key to the driver. 

She then crossed her legs, folded her hands over her knee, and stared out the window. She was vaguely aware that they had come to a stop at an intermodal transportation station. She saw the train tracks, she saw the buses lined up, but she was vaguely aware of all of it. The driver went towards an area that said ’changing rooms.’ He returned, and the limo pulled out again, this time it stopped near another car. The driver got out and offered a package to the driver of the other car.

She heard in the earpiece, “yes, this is it. Thank you, Donald, the coaster is mine! They're going to be so jealous when they realize I'm the one who took it from them when we have lunch together next weekend.”

The driver got back into the limo, and continued driving until they arrived at a house. It didn't look familiar, but then again nothing ever did. The driver opened the door, held his hand out, then helped Dollie out of the limo. She was told to walk towards the house, and she did… 

And before she knew it, Dollie was gone, as was any evidence outside of the unseen room and Graham was asleep in his bed.

Epilogue: 

Graham woke up on Sunday morning… if you could call it ‘in the morning’ as it was technically afternoon… almost 1. Has he really slept in again? Why the hell did he even have a weekend at this point? His feet were a little sore, but he rolled over and got out of bed, brushed his teeth, noted that his beard was pretty thin…

He went out to his yard and did a little bit of yard work, cut his grass, pulled a few weeds… went out for dinner, since it was a little bit late for him to do breakfast or lunch. And he went to bed relatively early because he was uncharacteristically tired. But that's been only weekends for weeks now. He wondered briefly if you should talk to a physician about how tired he got, but then again it was only on weekends… and only when he overslept, so it probably wasn't worth mentioning.

Monday, he went to work… This time he was extremely well rested, he was focused on making all of his daily goals and he made them in no time. He was even a little bit ahead of himself and got a jump start on Tuesday's work.

Tuesday he had one of those dreams. This one was different. He was a blond woman, there were no men this time, but he went to this expensive gala where women and different clothes were manhandling him. Kind of funny to call it manhandling, when there were only women around. Again, these dreams were in complete silence, he couldn't remember hearing any voices, but he could tell by watching their reactions that they were speaking to him or he was speaking to them. He didn't seem to be in control of himself. He vaguely remembered these three beautiful and kinky women on a throne. Somehow one of the women picked him, and before he knew it he was in her room. Suddenly the ‘man’ thing was back because apparently this woman had a penis… he didn't remember the sounds, he didn't remember seeing it, but he remembered feeling it in his mouth. He was pretty sure that he was turned on, and he thought that he was getting it from behind, he couldn't tell if it was in his vagina or in his ass… He woke up shortly after that and remembered nothing else of the dream…

He was hard when he woke up, he made his way to the bathroom and used his hand to relieve himself and then he got ready for work. He was distracted as always. He called Hannah for a session, and when he was on lunch they had a brief talk through zoom. She didn't really seem to get him, she just told him that maybe deep down he liked the idea of being a girl. That wasn't it. he was sure it wasn't, he just wished he could get it out of his head. He just wished it wasn't as hot as it made him.

Wednesday was pretty much a repeat of Monday, except that he was horny as fuck, and he didn't have time to relieve himself. He left a message with Hannah, asking for another in-person session… and she arranged for another Friday meeting. When he got home he relieved himself again… and again before he went to sleep, hoping he would sleep through.

Thursday morning he had several dreams, the same one with the same woman that tied him up and had her way with him. But this time it was just the erotic parts of the dream, none of the buildup. He kept waking up every hour on the hour, and finally at 3am he just had to give himself some release. 

He was tired at work all day, it was just so hard to clear his mind of all those images floating in his mind. No contacts really… just a woman having her way with him… a woman having her way with him as if she was a guy… he was restrained and she was really aggressive, and shit he could feel his penis pressing up against the bottom of his desk… He needed to clear his head, have a sip of water… clear his mind and enough so he could get up and go to the bathroom and splash some water on his face…

On Friday, he got out of work early enough that he didn't want to wait in Hannah's parking lot for his appointment. So he went to the grocery store, Graham bought some veggies and some fruits… he looked around and saw what he wanted for meals that he could potentially eat during the weekend… maybe a few things that he could have during the week.

He opened up his wallet to pay, saw the ammount massive of receipts that was in his wallet, when he finished paying, he put his credit card on the counter for a second… he took all the receipts out, and threw it in the trash. He grabbed his groceries and was off to the therapist.

He walked into Hannah's office, and saw the receptionist so that he could check in. He was only sitting for about five minutes when she invited him in.

He sat down and described the dream and detail once again. “Do you often have dreams about being a lesbian?"

"I don't think so.”

"Where do you think this might have come from?"

“I don't know, I don't think there's a kid in high school or college that would have ever said that they didn't have a fantasy about being part of a lesbian and threesome…”

“So you did have a fantasy of being a lesbian…”

He threw up his arms in defeat, “not so much that I ever had a fantasy about being a woman, just you know… if you became a woman for a day, what would you do? Have sex with another woman.”

She started writing something in her notepad, “maybe we'll have to discuss this on your next visit." 

"How come I can never hear what's being said?" 

“It's always possible that you could be deaf in your dreams-”

He shook his head emphatically, "no because it's clear by the reactions to people that were having conversations, I just don't know what these conversations are.

“Have you considered that? Maybe you're prejudiced against women? That may be deep down either. You don't take what they have to say seriously, or don't think that there's a purpose for them to listen? Maybe you just view them as sexual objects?” Hannah suggested. 

Graham was getting more and more frustrated, “no, that's not it at all. No, that's not it at all.”

"The other one having these dreams, how can you be so sure… maybe you need to consider some of these options?" 

The session went more and more like this, and Graham couldn't help but wonder why he kept coming back to her… maybe he should consider finding a new therapist? At the same time, he felt like it was important to stay loyal to her…  Depressingly, Hannah was like his job, he kept putting in the hours, knew he wasn’t getting what he wanted, but assumed that his dedication would pay off in the the end. 

As he left the office and approached the receptionist, she asked him if he was going to pay the copay then and there. He said yes, then pulled out his wallet, his credit card was missing… there was a moment of panic. And then he remembered the grocery store. He pulled out his cell phone and called… he got their courtesy service desk. He asked about his credit card and they had it. It was a bit of relief that washed across his face, He would have to stop there on the way home. 

He stepped back to the receptionist, “I'm sorry I seem to have misplaced my credit card, by any chance does your comapny take checks?”

"Of course, not that many people use them anymore.” she said kindly.

"Tell me about it, I think the only time I actually use a check is when I pay my town taxes four times a year…” he paused, "I just need to run out to my car, I’ll be right back.”

"Of course.” She said with a cheerful voice.

Graham stepped down the steps and walked to his car, he reached under his seat, feeling for something… and then he found it… his checkbook. 

He walked back into the reception area, and reached for a pen… he started feeling out the details, “do I just write this out to Hannah? Or is they're a business name to go with it?" 

The receptionist was kind, she opened a drawer and pulled out a business card, "it is a business. You can just copy the main line right there.” she tapped on the center of the card.

And he paid attention, as he wrote it out, he also spoke it aloud very slowly, "Hannah Stipheart Therapies, LLC.”

The End 

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