The doll
My clothes were laid out for me, beautifully arranged on the soft bench at the end of his bed. He always chose them for me, and on days he didn't have to go anywhere he often even enjoyed to dress me himself. My clothes were never meant to warm me or to be practical, they were always just decoration for him to take off again whenever he chose to.I had no choice of clothes, hairstyle or even food. Once i had accepted it, i looked forward to see what he had in mind for me each morning.It was an important part of our arrangement. He took care of me, payed for my food and clothes, and gave me all the care i needed, and a safe place to live. All he wanted in return was: obedience.
When I just had become his, a few months ago, it had been hard to accept that i was only allowed to utter three different regular phrases plus my safeword for emergencies, it was only, ‘yes, Sir! no, Sir! thank you,Sir!’ He didn't get mad when i used more words, his solution was more simple. He explained to me that he understood my struggle, and would help me getting used to it. Then he fitted the ball gag for the first time into my mouth.
I was allowed to nod and shake my head. I was told the thanking I could do after i learned my lesson. and it didn't take long. my jaw ached so much after just an hour with this disturbing item in my mouth, i struggled with the saliva i produced, choking more than once, and i wasn't able to drink or eat anything with it. After a second hour i was crying, kneeling at his feet, begging him with my eyes to take the gag away again. He smiled. ‘Good girl. See, now you ruined your make-up. You will have to fix it every time you cry, unless i order you not to. Sometimes I will enjoy it seeing you all messed up.’ He opened the leather strap at the back of my head. ‘Do you understand?’ I looked up at him in fear. Slowly i nodded.
‘If i ask you a question and you are not gagged, i expect you to answer immediately. Do you understand?’
- ‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Very good. Now that i had enough time to think about it, I decided to allow you a fourth phrase until you are properly trained and won't need it any more. You may also say ‘I am sorry, Sir.’ ‘
- ‘Yes, Sir. Thank you , Sir. I am sorry, Sir.’
‘Women talk far too much, and expect men to listen. But you are not a woman anymore. Nobody will listen to any outbursts from you, is that clear?’
- ‘yes,Sir.’
‘you will be allowed a diary, to describe your feelings, thoughts and struggles. I will read it every evening. If something is of emergency, for example in cases you are sick, you may use your safeword and i will provide you with a notepad to explain the issue.
Do you understand ?’
‘- yes, Sir.’
‘will I need to gag you again?’
- ‘no, Sir!’
I felt happy and relieved then, my aching jaw still reminding me of the struggle with the gag the past hours. But of course the situation came soon after, when i couldn't hold my words in again, and i was gagged once more. He had pulled my hair, and a spontaneous complaint had escaped my mouth. the ‘i am sorry, Sir!’ i uttered right after didn't save me. a minute later i was gagged once more. ‘Maybe you need a little more reminding, do you?’ i shook my head and tried to speak through the gag, but was ignored and pulled over his lap on my hair. he pushed up my skirt, and without any caress he hit me repeatedly hard on my ass cheeks till they burnt like they were on fire.
This was my first punishment spanking. Later i would experience many more of them but also his wonderful erotic spankings that makes me want him never to stop again. then I could only squirm and struggle in his lap, screaming into the gag. And still he went on. The pain was there even between the blows, my ass must have looked bruised and sore already. Why didn't he stop? Then I suddenly knew he waited for me to accept my wrongdoing and my punishment in silence. I stopped all struggling and crying as best as i could for five blows and then it was finally over.
‘I know you are a smart girl, you will learn quickly to do as i expect. I will make you my human fuckdoll, to play with whatever game i choose for you. And as a good doll you will blink, say your phrases and smile for me as I do so. Do not be afraid. Now go and fix your face.’ And he pointed me to the bathroom after removing the gag once more. ‘Now that you have learned how little talking your mouth actually needs to do for me, you will learn what it is actually good for.
Do you want to learn, my doll?’
- ‘yes, Sir.’
‘good girl. suck and lick my fingers, slut!’
..and he pushed two fingers far into my mouth. I was eager to please him so i licked them really good and carefully to pay attention to every spot. ‘very good. Now kneel, take out my cock and perform the same once more. make me proud!’
I knelt down nervously. So far it had been always him touching me and never me touching him. i reached out to open his fly and he stepped a bit closer that my face was just inches away from his middle. Once i had his zipper open i carefully pulled his half erect cock through and licked it with my tongue.
When I just had become his, a few months ago, it had been hard to accept that i was only allowed to utter three different regular phrases plus my safeword for emergencies, it was only, ‘yes, Sir! no, Sir! thank you,Sir!’ He didn't get mad when i used more words, his solution was more simple. He explained to me that he understood my struggle, and would help me getting used to it. Then he fitted the ball gag for the first time into my mouth.
I was allowed to nod and shake my head. I was told the thanking I could do after i learned my lesson. and it didn't take long. my jaw ached so much after just an hour with this disturbing item in my mouth, i struggled with the saliva i produced, choking more than once, and i wasn't able to drink or eat anything with it. After a second hour i was crying, kneeling at his feet, begging him with my eyes to take the gag away again. He smiled. ‘Good girl. See, now you ruined your make-up. You will have to fix it every time you cry, unless i order you not to. Sometimes I will enjoy it seeing you all messed up.’ He opened the leather strap at the back of my head. ‘Do you understand?’ I looked up at him in fear. Slowly i nodded.
‘If i ask you a question and you are not gagged, i expect you to answer immediately. Do you understand?’
- ‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Very good. Now that i had enough time to think about it, I decided to allow you a fourth phrase until you are properly trained and won't need it any more. You may also say ‘I am sorry, Sir.’ ‘
- ‘Yes, Sir. Thank you , Sir. I am sorry, Sir.’
‘Women talk far too much, and expect men to listen. But you are not a woman anymore. Nobody will listen to any outbursts from you, is that clear?’
- ‘yes,Sir.’
‘you will be allowed a diary, to describe your feelings, thoughts and struggles. I will read it every evening. If something is of emergency, for example in cases you are sick, you may use your safeword and i will provide you with a notepad to explain the issue.
Do you understand ?’
‘- yes, Sir.’
‘will I need to gag you again?’
- ‘no, Sir!’
I felt happy and relieved then, my aching jaw still reminding me of the struggle with the gag the past hours. But of course the situation came soon after, when i couldn't hold my words in again, and i was gagged once more. He had pulled my hair, and a spontaneous complaint had escaped my mouth. the ‘i am sorry, Sir!’ i uttered right after didn't save me. a minute later i was gagged once more. ‘Maybe you need a little more reminding, do you?’ i shook my head and tried to speak through the gag, but was ignored and pulled over his lap on my hair. he pushed up my skirt, and without any caress he hit me repeatedly hard on my ass cheeks till they burnt like they were on fire.
This was my first punishment spanking. Later i would experience many more of them but also his wonderful erotic spankings that makes me want him never to stop again. then I could only squirm and struggle in his lap, screaming into the gag. And still he went on. The pain was there even between the blows, my ass must have looked bruised and sore already. Why didn't he stop? Then I suddenly knew he waited for me to accept my wrongdoing and my punishment in silence. I stopped all struggling and crying as best as i could for five blows and then it was finally over.
‘I know you are a smart girl, you will learn quickly to do as i expect. I will make you my human fuckdoll, to play with whatever game i choose for you. And as a good doll you will blink, say your phrases and smile for me as I do so. Do not be afraid. Now go and fix your face.’ And he pointed me to the bathroom after removing the gag once more. ‘Now that you have learned how little talking your mouth actually needs to do for me, you will learn what it is actually good for.
Do you want to learn, my doll?’
- ‘yes, Sir.’
‘good girl. suck and lick my fingers, slut!’
..and he pushed two fingers far into my mouth. I was eager to please him so i licked them really good and carefully to pay attention to every spot. ‘very good. Now kneel, take out my cock and perform the same once more. make me proud!’
I knelt down nervously. So far it had been always him touching me and never me touching him. i reached out to open his fly and he stepped a bit closer that my face was just inches away from his middle. Once i had his zipper open i carefully pulled his half erect cock through and licked it with my tongue.
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