He sits the dining room chair in the center of the room facing the tv, and tells me to sit down like his perfect dolly wife that I am.

I sit there passively as he restrains me to the chair.  I can hear the living room tv on in the background, well in front of me really, but I cant see it as he has my eyes blindfolded.

He chains my legs to the chair and to each other, so they are held open and inviting.  My wrists chained to the chair legs, so that I can move slightly but not too far.

Then he gets some gaffa tape and tapes my mouth firmly closed, and I moan slightly with excitement as he tapes me with 4 pieces, firmly holding my mouth shut.
My pussy is soaking wet when he whispers in my ear that he has things to do and that hes going to leave me there wet, and secured until he is ready to use me.
I listen to the TV, my mouth muted by the tape, but my body noisy in its needs.  My pussy aching to be used, my ass filled with the pink hard butt plug he gave me earlier to “Fill my slutty ass till he wants to use it”.

I can feel my breasts firming with excitement, my nipples taught inside my tight restrictive girdle he likes me to wear at all times.  My nipples tingling around the pretty silver rings he had put in them so that I my breasts would always feel sexual, and to remind me of his love and control over me constantly.

I sit there trying not to wriggle as I know it makes my chair creak, and he will be annoyed at my disturbing him while he is busy.

I am to be seen and not heard he says unless he wants me to make noise.  Not that I can speak or protest or move much, with the chains and tape holding me in place and muting my mouth.
As I sit there I feel more and more sensuous and sexual.  More and more aware of my body as it pulses and tenses and moves with need to be fucked and used.

At some point, I don’t know how much later he comes over and starts to stimulate my clit and pussy, touching, rubbing, pushing against me, quickening my need into such a devouring wish to be used it is absolutely overwhelming.

He loves to dress me up like a dolly and then tie me up till he wants me, but not as much as I love him to do it.

My need reaches breaking point as I cum against his probing rubbing reaching fingers, and then he is gone again, back to doing whatever he was doing before, leaving me lost in my needs and desires.

I lose all sense of time, lost in my sexual thoughts and fantasies, imagining him fucking me in every position, using me over and over.  Thinking of the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth as I kneel for him, oh how I love to kneel before him, with my mouth open, begging for his cum in my mouth, to be able to taste his warm luxuriant cum slide down my throat.

He comes over again and plays with my titties, squeezing and rubbing and pulling on them, telling me how sexy and helpless I am, how he loves to be able to touch any part of me he wishes in any way he wishes without me being able to speak or move.

All my thoughts now are of him fucking my holes, fucking me harder and harder, while I beg for his cum while I push against him pulling him deeper into all my holes one by one.

Time passes serenely, and quietly, yet my inner self is a ball of need, every slight movement of my body accentuating the wetness of my pussy and the need for liquid on my tongue.

Eventually he says he has finished what he was doing and wants to use me.  I sigh inside so happy that I will get what I need, what every fibre of my body is screaming for.

He unchains me from the chair and takes me through to the bedroom, telling me to get into position.  The position is always the same at first, my fuck me position.  I climb onto the bed on all fours, knees wide apart, ass high in the air, face downward.  The mirror i know is in front of me but I cant see myself tonight, but I know he can see me, see himself thrusting into me and using me, his dolly girl, his feles dolly slut.

He rips the tape off my mouth so “He can hear me scream and cry out”.  And then I am lost in sensation again as he thrusts himself deep inside my dolly hole, in his precious wife’s pussy, in his property.  HE always feels so big and hard in me, and he thrusts me into me so hard I lose control, my tits swinging and bouncing and rubbing against the duvet as he pounds into me.

I cum hard, then harder, my whole body wracked with pleasure as he forces himself as deep as he can inside me over and over.  Soon the orgasms don’t even stop for air, as I am in a circle of cumming, being pounded hard, crying out with infinite pleasure as I get used, used like I’ve been desperate for all night while chained up waiting for him.

He pulls out of me, and slides the plug from my ass, and in one deft movement slides his cock in my ass to replace it.  My hole is tight and unyielding for a moment, until i push and relax it so he may enter me.  Resisting is pointless and only makes it hurt when he uses my dirty hole, and I have learnt not to complain, and to let him take his pleasure from any part of me he wishes.  To begin with all I can think is how sore and abrasive it feels as he plunders my ass building up in depth and pressure slowly, and then I feel myself let go, and I feel like an animal, pinned to the bed, grunting and groaning loudly as he takes me.

I groan and cum and scream a guttural cry as he fucks me, and then he asks if I have something to say. I know this is my cue to beg him and I do, desperate for him, needing it as much as he wants it.

“I beg you please fuck my ass hard.” I grunt to him, my voice clouded with desire.
And he does… he starts to pound me hard, I grip hold of a pillow, straining to keep in position as he takes me harder and harder, pounding me, his balls bouncing against my clit and pussy.  I scream in pleasure the orgasms roaring through my system as he fucks me, uses me up, rips me apart mentally and physically.

Just when I fear I can take no more, he pulls out of me, and beckons me to come drink his most precious fluid.  I kneel beside him with my mouth open, tongue out, and eyes closed, as he pushes me down onto his rampant hard cock, feeling it pulse and engorge, and fill my mouth with cum.  I hear him groan as he cums and the sound of him, and the feel of the cum hitting the back of my throat rips through my body and tears a deep rooted orgasm that blows me away.

After he holds me, his fingers caressing me affectionately and I feel warm and content as he tells me what a beautiful dolly whore I was for him.

Dolly felt like a very helpless dolly indeed.

Dolly had been dressed in her favourite red corset, the one that makes her shiver with anticipation when it is put on her, as her dolly titties stick right out of holes in the front, and dolly knows that she is going to be used and played with when she wears her special dolly corset.

Dolly has a pretty pink scarf tied around her hips as a kind of tiny dolly skirt.  But best of all dolly has her favourite pink and white dolly shoes on.  No other dolly could ever be as pretty in any other shoes, feles dolly-slut’s shoes were the most beautiful in the world daddy said, and makes daddy so proud of her when she is wearing them.

So there dolly is all tied up on the table in daddy’s living room, dolly would wriggle with excitement if she could, but of course she cannot…  She can hear the television on in the background, as daddy puts the tens pads on Dolly’s titties, to make her nipples all excited and to make sure dolly stays lovely and wet in her dolly-pussy for daddy’s pleasure.

Inside of dolly is a 6 inch long straight vibrator, slid right inside dolly, so that it sits inside her perfectly, dolly had almost forgotten about it until daddy turned it on suddenly, Dolly’s probe is controlled by a remote that daddy holds so that he can turn it on and off whenever he feels like it, without even going near dolly!  Dolly likes this very much, and makes dolly extra especially wet.

When daddy comes back a little later dolly can hear daddy quietly talking in her ear, telling dolly to orgasm, dolly cums ever so hard, her whole body feels like it is electrically charged.  Daddy loves it when dolly is so excited that she gushes hard, Dolly gushes so hard her vibe almost falls out of her!  What a messy dirty little dolly slut she is.

Then daddy starts to play with Dolly’s titties, squeezing and caressing her nipples biting them a little… and oh dear, dolly is in pieces coming over and over again, her breath fast and hard, her orgasms fast and harder.  Dolly feels like a little helpless sex toy all strapped down and played with like this.  Dolly loves when daddy takes her out of her box to play with her so very much.

Then daddy gets out his favourite pointy toys to use on dolly, dolly never used to like the sharp things stuck in her, but daddy has taught her to like it, and if it makes daddy happy dolly has no choice at-all but to enjoy it really does she?

One big long yellow needle gets slid downwards straight into Dolly’s left titty, deep all the way through almost.  Dolly shudders and if she could talk she would have cried out for certain.  The first needle is always the hardest for dolly slut to handle, but she knows it will get better, as the needles are thrust into her, and her special dolly endorphins kick in.  The second long cold metal tube jabs through her skin then glides down through her soft flesh, dolly shudders and moans behind her taped up dolly-hole.

After two more are thrust down into Dolly’s big fleshy dolly tits she starts to feel warm and calm, her body making her feel nice now, excited and wet still, and the pain all gone, just a niggling background of comfortable pain flooding around her body.

There she is left for a while.  Feles dolly slut, stretched out on the table, her knees and ankles chained together, her dolly titties stuck out upwards with big shiny needles stuck into them, just their coloured tops peeping out and suggesting at the contained violence within, her wrists chained to the table, and each other.

Dolly slut’s mind wanders now behind her blindfold, she is lost in the sensations rushing through her, and thinks about all the dirty things daddy likes to do to dolly, she thinks about being tied on her knees and fucked hard and dry in her tight dolly asshole, it hurts when daddy does it, but dolly loves the way it makes her feel utterly helpless and used.

Then dolly thinks about being dressed up in her doggy-outfit, and chained down in a backyard somewhere, and to have doggy pheromones sprayed on her, and left with daddy’s friends Alsatian for it’s amusement while daddy watches out of the window while drinking with his friend.  Dolly really does love it when daddy talks about making her into a doggy, and given to animals to fuck like the useless piece of dolly-fuck-meat that she is.  The thought of that big smelly dog panting in her ear while it thrusts over and over deep into her dolly hole, the feel of his paws and claws digging into her dolly flesh, and the sound of the animal as it pounds its huge engorged doggy cock into her again, and again, and again, until he fills her full of dog-cum and discards her until later.

Dolly feels the vibrator start to buzz inside her again, and orgasms helplessly over and over as daddy orders her to cum from the comfort of his chair….

Dolly thinks about her daddy telling her that she is going on a  day-trip with him, she gets all excited and flustered wondering where daddy is going to take her, and when daddy dresses her in just in her dolly skinsuit, and puts her in her box in the back of the van her wind is filled with thoughts about what lovely things daddy has lined up.

When her box is opened up it is by a large man in his 40’s, a man who smells of animals and looks rough and frightening.  Dolly is a little worried, but doesn’t say anything, dolly knows she must not speak very often, and only when asked to.  The man lifts her out of her box effortlessly, and lays her down on the hay in a big barn.  He tells dolly that she is very pretty, with lovely dolly parts for use.
Dolly rather likes the attention and her dolly cheeks flush with pleasure.

He dresses dolly in another skin-suit, this time a black one with white patches on, all of dollys parts are shown through holes though, and dolly realises daddy must have given the man her measurements as it fits perfectly!  She realises all of a sudden that of coure she is on a farm and being put into a cow suit…  Daddy had started injecting dolly a few months back with hormones to make dolly produce milk, and now dolly knew why.  She was going to be a dairy cow, and dolly had no idea for how long!!  Dolly is led into a stall, where she is chained by a head harness to a pole in front of her, and her moo cow dolly tits are trapped inside huge udder milking cups, that are sucking hard and rhythmically, pull-suck pull-suck pull-suck…over and over.  To begin with the feeling is torturous and unbearable, her tits being sucked and sucked on as tiny bits of milk are ripped from her newly milk producing teats.  But after a while the milk starts to gush and flow, and Dolly’s udders feel good as the feels shoot from her udders down to her clitty and dolly holes, making her moan with pleasure as she starts to gush and cum…..

Dolly feels daddy start to pull the needles out of her titties, and comes back to the present with a bump, she gasps a little but daddy doesn’t hear her luckily.  he pulls them all out and disposes of them, then comes back and starts lapping and licking and suckling the blood from her dolly titties, dolly moans and cums again and again, her dolly pussy dripping down her legs as she feels the delicious feeling of daddy suckling on her nipples and sucking her blood from her.

Dolly fades back into her fantasy about being a dolly cow, chained and milked on a farm…..
Dolly is left there in the stall being milked repetitively, unceasingly by the big industrial machine, and dolly thinks that is all that is going to happen, but she is very mistaken!

Suddenly dolly feels a cold hard object being pushed into her ass, it slides up easily, but feels heavy and unnatural.  The man behind her says that it will expand every half an hour slightly until it reaches a maximum width and then settle there holding Dolly’s ass wide open, so that dolly will be ready for use by anyone and anything whenever he feels it might amuse him and the rest of the stable.Dolly is shocked at this, as she has only met this man so far and had no idea that there were others here, especially others that might want to use dolly for their own needs.  Dolly is frightened and excited by this, and doesn’t know quite how to feel…

… Then dolly feels a big dildo slide up into her special dolly hole, and as it slides in she hears the buzz of an electric unit whirr into life, and dolly wonders… and yes, oh my god dolly feels it start to pound in and out of her dollycunt slowly deliberately, in, out, in, out, fuck fuck fuck fuck… Dolly’s tits are being sucked and pulled, her dollyhole is being fucked by an infernal machine pounding away at her, and suddenly she feels the anal probe vibrate and expand slightly, and she feels filled and used and desperately lost in it all, dolly feels like a moo cow, and her moans sound just like mooooing….

Dolly comes back to now, and realises daddy is unchaining her, and leading her through to the bedroom, dolly is so lost in her own world, she cant think of anything except being fucked and used, used and fucked, dolly desperately hopes that daddy is going to fuck her so hard that her teeth chatter and her tits bounce hard against her.  Dolly really loves daddys cock and the way his huge build means that he feels like he is going top break her as he pounds hard into her, and it takes all of dollys stregnth to stay on all fours and not be pushed over!

Daddy chains dollys collar to the headboard, and tells her to get into position.  Dolly knows to be a good dolly, and spread her knees wide, her dolly ass high in the air, and her back arched, ready for daddy to enter her, and fuck her until he has had his fill of her.  Dolly is lost to it all, as daddy enters her sopping wet gushing dolly hole, and as he growls in her ear and pounds her incessantly she cums hard over and over again, in a loop of orgasmic lust.

Dolly is lost in space for a while, her mind gone to orgasm dolly land, her senses all focused on the core of her being defiled repeatedly by her daddys big hard cock.

Then daddy slides out of her dolly pussy, and pushes his big hard cock right into her tight dolly ass,  dolly hates and loves her rear dolly hole being used.  She knows she isnt supposed to feel anything but pleasure at being used, but it stretches her little hole so much, and makes her feel like shes being torn apart sometimes.  Especially when daddy fucks her ass without any lubrication…

One minute dolly is thinking about how tight and uncomfortable it is, and the next her head is spinning, as she feels herself more and more roughly filled, and starts to grunt against the tape on her mouth, daddy fucks his dolly slut ever harder and faster, and suddenly tears the tape off of her dolly mouth.

Scream for me dolly-slut! He shouts at me, and I start to cum hard and fast my whole body shaking as I scream and gunt and groan like the animal dolly slut whore I truly am….

He sits the dining room chair in the center of the room facing the tv, and tells me to sit down like his perfect dolly wife that I am.

I sit there passively as he restrains me to the chair.  I can hear the living room tv on in the background, well in front of me really, but I cant see it as he has my eyes blindfolded.

He chains my legs to the chair and to each other, so they are held open and inviting.  My wrists chained to the chair legs, so that I can move slightly but not too far.

Then he gets some gaffa tape and tapes my mouth firmly closed, and I moan slightly with excitement as he tapes me with 4 pieces, firmly holding my mouth shut.
My pussy is soaking wet when he whispers in my ear that he has things to do and that hes going to leave me there wet, and secured until he is ready to use me.
I listen to the TV, my mouth muted by the tape, but my body noisy in its needs.  My pussy aching to be used, my ass filled with the pink hard butt plug he gave me earlier to “Fill my slutty ass till he wants to use it”.

I can feel my breasts firming with excitement, my nipples taught inside my tight restrictive girdle he likes me to wear at all times.  My nipples tingling around the pretty silver rings he had put in them so that I my breasts would always feel sexual, and to remind me of his love and control over me constantly.

I sit there trying not to wriggle as I know it makes my chair creak, and he will be annoyed at my disturbing him while he is busy.

I am to be seen and not heard he says unless he wants me to make noise.  Not that I can speak or protest or move much, with the chains and tape holding me in place and muting my mouth.
As I sit there I feel more and more sensuous and sexual.  More and more aware of my body as it pulses and tenses and moves with need to be fucked and used.

At some point, I don’t know how much later he comes over and starts to stimulate my clit and pussy, touching, rubbing, pushing against me, quickening my need into such a devouring wish to be used it is absolutely overwhelming.

He loves to dress me up like a dolly and then tie me up till he wants me, but not as much as I love him to do it.

My need reaches breaking point as I cum against his probing rubbing reaching fingers, and then he is gone again, back to doing whatever he was doing before, leaving me lost in my needs and desires.

I lose all sense of time, lost in my sexual thoughts and fantasies, imagining him fucking me in every position, using me over and over.  Thinking of the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth as I kneel for him, oh how I love to kneel before him, with my mouth open, begging for his cum in my mouth, to be able to taste his warm luxuriant cum slide down my throat.

He comes over again and plays with my titties, squeezing and rubbing and pulling on them, telling me how sexy and helpless I am, how he loves to be able to touch any part of me he wishes in any way he wishes without me being able to speak or move.

All my thoughts now are of him fucking my holes, fucking me harder and harder, while I beg for his cum while I push against him pulling him deeper into all my holes one by one.

Time passes serenely, and quietly, yet my inner self is a ball of need, every slight movement of my body accentuating the wetness of my pussy and the need for liquid on my tongue.

Eventually he says he has finished what he was doing and wants to use me.  I sigh inside so happy that I will get what I need, what every fibre of my body is screaming for.

He unchains me from the chair and takes me through to the bedroom, telling me to get into position.  The position is always the same at first, my fuck me position.  I climb onto the bed on all fours, knees wide apart, ass high in the air, face downward.  The mirror i know is in front of me but I cant see myself tonight, but I know he can see me, see himself thrusting into me and using me, his dolly girl, his feles dolly slut.

He rips the tape off my mouth so “He can hear me scream and cry out”.  And then I am lost in sensation again as he thrusts himself deep inside my dolly hole, in his precious wife’s pussy, in his property.  HE always feels so big and hard in me, and he thrusts me into me so hard I lose control, my tits swinging and bouncing and rubbing against the duvet as he pounds into me.

I cum hard, then harder, my whole body wracked with pleasure as he forces himself as deep as he can inside me over and over.  Soon the orgasms don’t even stop for air, as I am in a circle of cumming, being pounded hard, crying out with infinite pleasure as I get used, used like I’ve been desperate for all night while chained up waiting for him.

He pulls out of me, and slides the plug from my ass, and in one deft movement slides his cock in my ass to replace it.  My hole is tight and unyielding for a moment, until i push and relax it so he may enter me.  Resisting is pointless and only makes it hurt when he uses my dirty hole, and I have learnt not to complain, and to let him take his pleasure from any part of me he wishes.  To begin with all I can think is how sore and abrasive it feels as he plunders my ass building up in depth and pressure slowly, and then I feel myself let go, and I feel like an animal, pinned to the bed, grunting and groaning loudly as he takes me.

I groan and cum and scream a guttural cry as he fucks me, and then he asks if I have something to say. I know this is my cue to beg him and I do, desperate for him, needing it as much as he wants it.

“I beg you please fuck my ass hard.” I grunt to him, my voice clouded with desire.
And he does… he starts to pound me hard, I grip hold of a pillow, straining to keep in position as he takes me harder and harder, pounding me, his balls bouncing against my clit and pussy.  I scream in pleasure the orgasms roaring through my system as he fucks me, uses me up, rips me apart mentally and physically.

Just when I fear I can take no more, he pulls out of me, and beckons me to come drink his most precious fluid.  I kneel beside him with my mouth open, tongue out, and eyes closed, as he pushes me down onto his rampant hard cock, feeling it pulse and engorge, and fill my mouth with cum.  I hear him groan as he cums and the sound of him, and the feel of the cum hitting the back of my throat rips through my body and tears a deep rooted orgasm that blows me away.

After he holds me, his fingers caressing me affectionately and I feel warm and content as he tells me what a beautiful dolly whore I was for him.

She walks with a light gentle grace, her curves accentuated by her filmy genteel dress.  Her long blonde curls moving slightly with her.

She is a beautiful woman, and makes me proud to have her as mine.

Which she is of course.

All mine, mine to do anything to, and still she smiles sweetly and thanks me.

Sometimes I wonder how far I could go.  The more sweet she is, the more perfect, the more she never fights back, never argues, the more she is my sensual perfectly groomed madonna, the more I want to degrade her.

To fuck her.

Debase her.

To violate every part of her body.

To take what is so good and placid and pure, and twist it till I think it could take no more.

But she always does, my perfect wife.

As she walks across the room, in her high heels, vlothes fit for the finest lady, I get the urge.

I walk up behind her and grab her by the wrists, twisting them behind her back.  I grab her throat and push her up against the kitchen units.  I can hear her breath coming fast now.  Panting almost with excitement.  She feels my cock push up against her, and she wants it, my wife the whore.  My wife the slut.

Breathlessly she chokes out a plee to touch me, to put her divinely plump lips around my so hard cock.

I run a fingernail hard down from her throat down her top, towards one big juicy firm breast.  Grab her nipple, already stiffening under my dominant ministrations.

She arches back into me, and I know her cunt is socked through.  I bet she can barely stand, her legs sliding against each other under her pink floaty dress, as she squirms with barely contained need.

I release her, and turn her around.

She smiles sweetly at me, hands clasped behind her back willingly now.  She smiles and whispers softly if she may please me.

My cock hardens painfully, and suddenly the need to violate her sweet mouth overtakes me.

I push her down onto her knees on the frigid cold kitchen floor.  Release my pulsing hard cock, and shove it into her mouth.  Taking what is mine, holding her head, and fucking her gorgeous smiling mouth so hard and deep she gasps and chokes a little, but I keep on at her, looking deep into her beautiful eyes.

My mouth streams filth at her, calling her a disgusting little cock whore, whose only real use is to be used, to have every hole raped repeatedly at my leasure.  She just smiles and carries on sucking and licking my engorged cock.

Finally I can stand it no more.  I withdraw from one fuckhole and enter another.  I throw her onto the floor on all fours, pushing her legs apart so I can enter her deep and hard.

I pound her cunt mercilessly, she gasps and groans and screams, as she starts to cum and cum and cum.  Proving what a cheap little whore she really is under her perfectly manicured outer self.

I bang against her so violently it shoves her forward again and again, so I grab her peachy ass and dig my nails in to hold her onto my cock while it tears her apart.

I fuck her, my beautiful stepford wife, until she is in pieces, she cannot think, she doesnt know what she is doing any more.  I revell in her loss of control, my wife that is so controlled, so perfect, so ordered.

I use her, sate myself on her body dispassionately, I use her up, take all that there is, and withdraw coming all over her face.

I order her to leave my cum there for the rest of the day, and watch with a slight smile as I watch her go about her daily tasks, with my cum drying on her otherwise perfect face.

My magnificent Stepford wife.

Once the mask is fitted onto her she feels she is dolly, she feels deeply obedient and submissive, it runs through her veins like hot liquid fire through her taut body.  Her dolly hole slickens with readiness to be used, ready always for her daddy.  Her nipple nubs hardening and becoming sensitive, deliciously excited and tight.  Her mouth relaxes open slightly into an open dolly mouth, and there she is… dolly is ready to be played with… when daddy wishes it of course, and however long daddy takes to be ready dolly will be waiting.

Dolly is dressed in her pretty red leather corset with big holes for her huge dolly tits to poke through like dirty orbs of flesh desperate for daddy’s attentions, her nipple rings standing proud around dolly’s excitable nipples.  Dolly has a teeny tiny sheer pink skirt on, it rides up dolly’s legs and gives Daddy access to the dolly-hole anytime he likes.

Dolly is being given special attention tonight, and is very pleased, she sits there like a very well behaved dolly indeed, while daddy puts her lovely soft leather dolly cuffs on her ankles and wrists.  Daddy is restraining dolly with rope now, so dolly knows she is going to be used and played with tonight, and can feel her dolly-hole juices slick between her thighs. Her dolly ankles are tighed together, and her knees tied too… Daddy tells dolly to open her legs and she tries, but it just tightens the rope, Daddy laughs and tells her she has to sit really still like a good dolly should or the rope will tighten and tighten till it hurts dolly’s legs.  Dolly is very pleased with this she loves being a proper dolly for daddy, and she secretly loves having her knees tied together it makes her feel like a slutty dolly denied sexual relief.

Dolly’s wrist cuffs are tied together with a small gap so that dolly can keep her hands on her ever so slutty dolly tits, daddy orders dolly to hold them there until he has the rope tied just right so dolly has limited movement except to touch her mouth, and to play with her excited nipples.

Daddy prises dolly’s legs apart enough to push the anal tens and cunt hole tens into her willing body, and turns them on, watching dolly squirm as she adjusts to the electrical stimulation.

There dolly is left for a while, daddy goes off to watch tv and use his computer and relax while his dolly whore lies there restrained and filled, toying and rubbing against her ever tightening nipples, she groans and sighs as she reaches peak after peak of delicious excitement, but she doesn’ cum because she only does that when she’s told to by her daddy, so she writhes gently within her bonds, and gets wetter and more and more excited, desperate to beg daddy to fuck all her dolly holes, to tear her off her seat throw her on the floor and ravage her till she lies on the floor like a plastic dolly discarded after use.

Dolly sits there and fantasises about being kept in her dolly box, in a suit with steel rods so she can be posed and positioned for daddy and his friend’s pleasure.  Dolly is only taken out of her box to be fucked or played with, or to be a pretty living room ornament for daddy.

Dolly loves to sit there near daddy, imagining that at any time daddy will walk over and play with dolly, fucking one of her dolly holes, or hurting her for his own sadistic pleasures, or just as a piss or a cum dump.

Dolly especially likes the thought of having her mouth fucked then daddy cumming all over dolly, then getting put back on her chair and left alone, all of this done in silence as if dolly has no brain atall and is just an object, and daddy doesn’t talk to objects, he just uses them then discards them.

Dolly loves daddy’s cum and fantasises about it a lot when she is left tied and stimulated like she is now, she thinks about how daddys cum tastes when she is lucky enough to get a drink from daddy.  But dolly knows she has to be an extremely good dolly to be allowed a special drink.

Dolly’s mouth is like an empty hole, and dolly loves nothing more than for it to be filled, daddy knows that when dollys whore’s mouth has something put into it that it makes dolly orgasm lots, especially if daddy fucks it with something…anything, his finger, fingers, or a dildo, especially his nipples or his cock.  Dolly lives for the bliss of suckling on daddys nipples while daddy tells her what a dirty little whore dolly she is, her only use her dollyholes and her big white lumpy body perfect for daddy to hurt and abuse.

Dolly knows she was the cheapest dolly you could buy at the dolly shop, because she is misshapen and lumpy, her dollyholes not perfectly straight, and her mouth not quite wide enough.  Dolly knows this because daddy likes to tell dolly how lucky she is to have a daddy atall, and she knows her place as a dirty dolly because she is just desperately grateful someone as wonderful as daddy shows an interest in using dolly and her dollyholes.

Dolly moans too much too… dolly wishes she could be quieter but she is such a slutty dolly she cant help it,  her dolly holes are always desperate to be filled, and dolly thinks about and craves being filled all day every day.

After some time passes, by which time dolly is so excited she would scream to be fucked if she knew it was allowed, daddy comes over to play with dolly for a bit.

Daddy starts squeezing dollys nipples and playing with her big dolly titties, and tells dolly to cum, over and over he tells her, and she cums again and again, harder and harder, her body rushing with pleasure and endorphins.

More time passes and dolly plays with her dolly titties and thinks about dirty dolly things…

Daddy starts to fuck dolly’s mouth, telling her to play with her titties for him, “Cum for Daddy dolly” He says again and again, telling me to suck the dildo while he fucks her mouth, Dirty dolly whore he says, suck it dolly, cum for me dolly, dolly is in heaven sucking and cumming over and over.  Then daddy pushes his finger into dollys mouth for her to suck on and she cums over and over suckling in that little heavenly bit of daddy.

Daddy goes back to his other games and the computer while dolly lies there a big fat dolly whore full of disgusting filthy dolly thoughts…

Dolly is so excited and happy.  But then daddy says its time for him to have some fun… Dolly hears the sound of rustling, like a box.  then she realises it’s the needle box, and dolly becomes afraid and begs daddy not to stick the big evil pins in her dolly titties.  Daddy laughs and tells her not to be such a silly dolly, that her titties are daddies to do whatever he wants to, whether it be as a pincushion, or as something to beat and hurt and bruise, or something to play with, or something to suck, or something to bite…

Daddy pushes a big long needle into dollys left titty, then one in her right titty, all the way downwards through her soft dolly flesh.  Dolly shudders and whimpers and cries, but daddy just ignores her completely, and tells her to cum for daddy while he sticks more big needles into her.  Dolly is crying lots now, but this just makes daddy feel even more sadistic towards his little dolly fuck toy, and he gets the smaller needles out and pushes two across the tops of dollys breasts, weaving them in and leaving them.

Daddy starts to play with dolly’s nipples now, and dolly cries out with pleasure as he suckles on her sensitive dolly nipples cumming and cumming for daddy, her dolly cunt grasping and pumping the tens electrode inside her as she orgasms with excitement.

Daddy is bored of pricking dolly with big pins now and playing with dolly and goes back to doing something else, leaving dolly there gasping and breathing hard, dolly isnt upset now she is calm, and she notices how wet her dolly cunt hole has become, and how the electricity seems stronger now she is slick with dolly juice.

Dolly lies there with the pins deep in and across her big sensitive dolly titties, her cunt is sore and her dolly asshole hurts, and dolly begs daddy to turn them off, daddy isnt too pleased but he does it, then goes back to what he is doing.  Dolly is cross with herself that she could ask daddy for relief from the delightful torture she was lucky enough to receive.  Bad dolly! Must try harder dolly thought..

Dolly lies there fantasising about daddy sending her off in her dolly box in a van to his most sadistic Dom friend, someone who would take pleasure out of marking dolly all over, who would laugh at dolly while she writhed in pain, and while he pissed and came in and on dolly whenever he felt like it.  The evil friend would take special delight in humiliating dolly and posing her in lewd positions with implements stuck in all her dolly holes, and sending daddy the pictures so daddy could masturbate looking at all the nasty evil horrible things his friend was doing to his dolly.
Dolly would only be allowed to eat her new daddys cum and shit, and drink his piss while she was there for a week.  When she went home to daddy she would be a broken dolly who would never want to leave or to mess things up.  Dolly would do anything for daddy without complaint, because she would be so scared of being sent back to the nasty Ogre Dom who beat and humiliated and hurt dolly, feeding her his shit and keeping her locked up in a cage with his horny alsation while he wasnt using dolly.  Dolly posed on all fours with something fusty smelling sprayed on her that seemed to drive the doggy mad.  He fucked dolly all night once, on and off for hours and hours, while dolly whimpered into a gag, a camera watching everything and streaming it all to daddy and all daddys friends.

Suddenly dolly has a nipple stuck in her mouth and she starts to suckle instinctively, her mouth fills with cool milk, and she struggles and struggles to swallow down the liquid gushing into her mouth, so fast it floods into her, overwhelming her,she gulps and gulps.  “Drink all the milk down dolly, you get some milk and daddy gets some cream.  Cum for daddy cum for daddy while you suck down all the milk.  You will waste away if you dont drink your milkies don’t you dolly object.  Dirty dolly isn’t allowed solids is she dolly?  Cum again for daddy… Dirty dolly whore arent you, drinking it all down for me arent you dolly, Cum again for daddy! NOW DOLLY, right now you dirty fucking dolly whore!!” Dollys sobbing and cumming and crying and drinking, dolly feels like she will drown with all the milk gushing down her throat, dolly gets scared, but soon the milk is all gone, and dolly gets a treat.  daddy fucks her dolly mouth with his finger again, good dolly, suckle on daddys finger dolly girl, cum for daddy again, cum dolly! Dolly cums hard and collapses against the chair.

Dolly is untied then and taken into the bedroom to be used for Daddy’s fucking pleasures.  daddy likes using dollys holes hard, daddy doesn’t fuck dolly gently because thats what dirty dolly is for, using not for making love to like a person.

Dolly is just a toy and dollys fuck holes get used hard and mercilessly for daddys pleasure.

Daddy places dolly onto the bed on all fours posing her into position, and thrusts his rigid big dolly fucking cock deep inside dolly.  daddy holds onto dolly’s big dolly arse and pummels her with his cock, dolly would fall over if daddy didn’t hold her in position, dolly screams and cums over and over as daddy fucks his dolly hole.  Dollys head is in bits, dolly is so happy, she feels like the dolly object she is, and stops thinking all together, all dolly does now is feel, feel the big hard cock impaling her, feels the orgasms ripping her body apart.

Dolly is rarely allowed the pleasure of daddy cumming in her though, she has to be extra especially good for that!

Daddy stops fucking dolly and lies down, he tells dolly to suckle on his nipple and play with the other one while Daddy plays with his big hard dolly fucking cock.  Dolly suckles and cums for daddy again and again, until Daddy is ready to cum, then he holds dollys head over his tummy.

But Daddy has a surprise for dolly, dolly isnt allowed the special dolly drink straight from his luscious cock tonight, dolly must wait till Daddy has cum all over himself then lick it off his pubes and tummy….

“Dirty Dolly lick me clean, suck all the cum off of daddy dolly, NOW!”

Dolly shudders with humiliation and licks the salty cum out of daddy’s pubic hair.  Dolly is happy though, at least she gets to taste daddy today, today is a happy dolly day!

He will understand why this is a wonderful thing for me right now.

*smiles*

My love knows no end, my heart knows no bounds, my life is his to have, my soul already dwells with him.   He is my everything, I could wish for no more.

I have always known I have a dark side, im not just a little kinky, im pretty extreme in my desires and needs.  I used to read about BDSM related things and unless it was truly fantasticaly dark it just left me thinking…is that all?  The stories I sought out were dark as midnight, and the posts on forums i enjoyed reading were by people who felt similarly to me.

Now the thing that flitters through my conciousness is this.

I had my epithany, I sought out the master of my dreams, and phenominally luckily I found him.

He is darker than me, cleverer than me, his imagination goes deeper than mine, his fantasies wilder than mine, he is more sadistic, more capable, more intense.

Yet I am the only person he has met whose soul comes anywhere close to the needs and desires he himself has.

My point?

How far down the rabbit hole will avralivia fall?  That is my pondering.  I know I could go so so dangerously far. He leads me slowly slowly into the dark, and I follow timidly sometimes, sometimes in leaps and bounds, sometimes a hesitant rabbit.

What scares me is when will we stop at the edge and say, no that is too far, too deep, too dark.

I know he wouldnt kill me or hurt me too badly so that I was ruined.  But there is so much scope before that happens.

What if I go too far? what if I cant come back?

What if when we go into the darkest depths of our minds and we make it a reality, what if I dont ever want to come back?

I never have an answer…..

I was not as still as a doll, I was a doll, his doll, his pretty plaything. Dressed from head to toe in tight black rubber, the only thing escaping its cool grasp were my holes, ready for him to use.

Sometimes he liked to use me again and again, seemingly unable to sate himself on me, fucking me again and again, posing me into positions and ramming his hard cock as deep into me as he can, over and over and over till he came hard and hot into one of my fuck holes.

Other times he seemed little interested, leaving me lying on the bed all day, or putting me in a chair in the corner of the room he is sitting in,occassionally looking at me, then carrying on with his work, or fun, whatever took his fancy at the time.

I have no complaints, I am not a person I am a doll. I am here to be used for his needs, I did not just believe this, I felt it, in every part of my being.

Some days he likes to dress me up in dolly clothes, pose me and take pictures of me, sometimes he puts me on video online on his special site for me. People pay a lot of money to have me posed as they desire and then have things invade my dolly fuck holes while they watch. This amuses Master I think, but I dont really know as he doesnt talk to me much anymore.

I am always aware of where my master is in the flat, since I stopped talking I found my senses became so much more acute. I listen for him and wonder what will come next. Looking forward to when I will next become useful, and hopefully get used sexually. How I love when he poses me on all fours and ties a cord around my neck and fucks my ass so hard tears sting my eyes in an effort not to cry out.

Sometimes he plays games with me, trying to get me to betray myself and my humanity. He pushes me more and more, trying to make me speak.

But I dont speak.

Why? you wonder… because I am his doll and if i speak it ends, I have to stop being his doll, and go back to being me. This I cannot let happen, I could not bear it now, after all this time…

I wonder sometimes how long it has been since he dressed me in my suit that first day, how he explained the rules to me, how I tried so incredibly hard to please him. After a while the days slipped together, and I didn’t have to try any more, I felt like a doll, I WAS the doll.

My favourite moments are when he wakes me in the night using me, fucking my asshole with his rigid cock, slamming into me, as i lay there limply, still half asleep, moaning internally, my pussy dripping with my juices as i cum silently, shuddering inside my suit.

In winter sometimes he dressed me in big boots and a long coat with a fur hood and a big scarf and takes me for a walk in the park. he says it is so i dont forget about the world, and start to take for granted what I have, and what a lucky dolly I am. I am happiest when he takes me home and kneels me on the floor and fucks my mouth roughly, pouring his seed into my gaping mouth telling me what a pretty dolly I am.

Life has its ups and downs I guess. Sometimes when he is in a bad mood I am left forgotten for too long and I soil myself, I cannot help it, I could no more walk to the toilet than if i was a stuffed toy animal. He always gets angry with himself when he has done this, and cleans me up on the changing mat, telling me he promises to take better care of his dolly.

I love the way my owner feeds me, using a tiny spoon I have to form my mouth into a perfect O and he slides my mushed up food into my mouth, which i delicately swallow. I guess that is why I am quite thin now, of course dollys should not be fat, or too thin, they should be just perfect. Master tells me I am perfect sometimes.

Today I am feeling reflective, as you can tell, thinking about the time I have been here. I would like to tell you more, but its time for dolly to be played with now, and masters hard cock needs his dollys mouth…and ass….and cunt, today Master is in a very good mood, and I think I will be played with lots.

Lucky dolly.

I wasn’t scared of being owned, I already felt owned. No, I think what scared me most was that this was a big step for me, I had never fully given myself to anyone bfore, the only time I ever came close was when I got married 9 years ago.

I may be dramatising I dont know, but to me wearing his collar is a massive commitment, it means I am his, not just for now, or through good times, it means I am his, now, forever, always until he realeases me, in death or through…well time will tell. But he is alike to me I feel, I dont think I will be realeased, it feels ….. permanent.

Which makes me happy, very happy, and I feel safe and loved and cared for. When he first offered me my collar and said we would see how the next month would go and we could decide then… My main feelings were awe and amazement, I had never thought I would be so happy, never thought I made him that happy, my self confidence was still low, and I idolised him a little ~smiles~ and thought I was less than what he sought.

I had one thing that held me back a little. That was love, now I may not seem it to most people but I have a very deep romantic soul. To me giving myself to a master meant I would have to completely love them to give all of me.

Yet I wasnt sure, I was fighting my feelings still, fighting the knowledge I had deep inside me that screamed my love for him with every thought, every part of me, and every look we shared.

When he told me he loved me, thats when things changed for me, when I opened up fully, when I could give that last part of me, and thats when I knew I would wear his collar with no hesitancy with nothing but love and respect and honour.

I do wonder what time will hold in its hand for us, nothing stays the same, time is always plodding along step after step. People change, life changes. But I know this I will do everything I can to make him happy, for him never to regret taking me as his, I will do my utmost to make this succeed.

Time can be a fickle thing, but I can be a stubborn bitch, and I will make this work…. or at the very least I will do everything I can to. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us, me and my beloved Master.

I love you Master, thankyou for making me the happiest I have ever been Xx

p.s. It was a rainy day and we were stood on an exposed hilltop and I was freezing.

But it was beautiful there, and it felt wild and raw, and while I knelt there on that hilltop with my Master stood over me saying his vows the whole world felt blissfull, and I was the happiest girl alive.

p.p.s My collar is the most gorgeous collar I have ever seen

He puts the pvc straightjacket on me, I slide my arms in and feel its captive coolness, he fastens all the little straps and buckles that will hold me irrevocably secure.

He lies me there on the bed, and my mind is running away with me, knowing what could happen, unsure what will happen.

He fastens rope through my ankle cuffs to the headboard, effectively capturing my legs apart.  Classic gynaecological pose…

My head is propped up on pillows high, close to the metal headboard.  My face is covered with the soft material hood, and then the blindfold slipped over the top.  Then the gas mask over the top, and I am wondering if he will do what he said.. Or if he was toying with me again.  Would he actually take me to the point where I am almost passed out?  I have no doubt he is capable of it, perhaps done it to others, though I haven’t asked.  But I know he will only do it if I am ready to reach that level of breath play - which is one of my favourite sensations, one of my most loathed too… as I lose all control and become an animal fighting for breath.

I apologise master but as with any of my more intense experiences my memories are a little jumbled so if there are errors in the time line then I am sorry x

As I lie there helplessly, completely unable to move, he plays with me, toys with my mind.  He talks to me, takes me to the edge of reason with his mind and his actions.  The egg dildo I love to hate is inserted into my ass (pre-enema’d ass) I am fucked with it, and he makes me cum, again and again. He fucks my cunt with his fingers, always talking, always making my mind spin with sensations.  Its too tight with the vibrator in my ass so he takes it out and just plays with my sodden cunt for a while.

He messed around in the room for a while, banging something, I am confused, I realise when I feel something cold and small inserted in my ass and the familiar rush of water that it is the enema bag he has hooked up.  I thought he was kidding about the alcohol enema…. He wasn’t.  Though in my mind always searching for the trick for the mind fuck I thought he was pretending to do it, that maybe it was water.  The real mind fuck in itself simply caused by me not being able to be sure, not knowing if I was getting tipsy or if it was a placebo.. Not sure not sure.

I hear the sound of a bottle glugging, but still I wonder…

I feel confused, and a little spaced out, I decide it doesn’t matter if I am drunk or not, if anything it will either heighten things in some ways and dull sensations in others and make them more bearable…  I have a feeling by this point (and earlier) that there are very good reasons why master wants me to feel a little numb and relaxed…

He slides the egg vibrator up into my ass and leaves it switched on, tormenting me with orgasms before leaving me lying there, completely helplessly restrained with my ass filled and buzzing like a filthy slut.

When he comes back I am zoned out, peaceful, lost in space so to speak, the bondage and the alcohol (probably) and the helplessness sending me to a dreamy space.

He starts to torment me again this time it gets more intense, he is fucking my cunt with his fingers driving me crazy, something I both fight against the intensity of and love especially when he does it a certain way…

… its all hazy now.

He pushes something in me, and as he does it he says he wants to check if I’m healthy, he’s all professional sounding now, calm and considered.  I would have run away and screamed if I could have but no, I had no choice I had to do it… and I DID wants to, I wanted him to be able to do anything to me, even the things I fear.  Because to me and to him too how can he have my full submission if I am guided by my fears still, rooted in the past?  But the speculum how I loathe it, how it burns my brain and makes me angry, and I am losing my calm now, losing my control…

There’s ice cold darkness when the ice dildo is forced into my cunt and I am fucked with it, but its unbearable too much, way too much, I love ice, but this frozen impaler sends me over the edge I scream for him to stop to get it out….

Breathplay, he comes and kneels over me and covers the air intake on the gas mask, I take a deep breath and relax, I don’t fight, I don’t respond to him.  I don’t know why, I just couldn’t get into the right place to enjoy it, things are getting more intense and I cant control it I cant *change* anything.
Its becoming less like play and more like torture.

It steps up more, the large tens pads are placed on wither side of my cunthole, and turned on high, too high, I yelp… he turns it down a little, its not comfortable but just, just bearable.  He leaves me for 5 minutes or so while I settle with the feelings… then he comes back, turns it up, zaps me harder, changes the settings, plays with me, then leaves again.  Three times I think he did this, it could be more or less, but my brain is frazzled, its so intense these feelings.  As the tens gets ever higher I can feel my cunt going numb, when he plays with me I can feel a lot less….

That’s when he gets the medical things ready I hear what he says I hear what he is doing…. But oh my, I am getting scared.  Why I don’t really know at this point.  My nipples are more sensitive to pain than my labia, I know this, he has proven and demonstrated this.  But the thing is, I am SO so terrified that logic doesn’t count.  I wonder how many piercing he will do… one isn’t enough is it ? It needs to be equal, my mind melts as I try not to think about it.  He asks if I want him to continue, and I say I have no choice.  “You always have a choice with something that changes you like this feles” he says.  I know he is right, yet no I do not have a choice because I cannot bear the shame of disappointing him, of not being able to do this for him.  Five rings through my inner labia is what he wants to do,   one will be hard… I cannot even imagine 5…

…. My breath is quick and hard, my brain on fire with thoughts, big thoughts of pain and fear, fear and pain.

He tried to take me away from it, to focus, he talks to me, my beloved master who I love beyond all reason. Beyond all boundaries.

I will do this for him I think.. I will be fine.

Then the searing hot pain, there it is the pain I know well now from my other piercing, and its as though it sears to my soul, it burns me.  Its in my head this pain, I know that but I cant block it I cant.  Suddenly I’m not here anymore I am lying on a bed in a hospital, I have an epidural in me so I cant feel the legs that they have up in stirrups and they are cutting me, and pushing something in me to get the baby out, I cant bear it I don’t want to look, the pains bad even with the epidural.  But its not the pain I feel so amazingly violated all these people looking at me touching me, their disgusting fingers in my hole, then their implements, their knife slicing me, and the blood oh my god the blood is everywhere, there’s so much of it, someone says there’s a lot, but its so far away I’m not there anymore.

Then I’m back and I’m screaming and crying out, and I’m hurt, it feels like I’m cut in the same way, and all I can think about is the blood, and the people, hurting me, doing things to me, and I cant move my legs, I cant move my legs! The panic overcomes me and I can barely breathe. . .

Through all this Master carries on, he isn’t in my head, he cant feel what I’m feeling, he knows he has to finish and he does, he talks to me the whole time, the beautiful voice of my master, and I love him I do, but I hate him for a second I hate him for hurting me, but the feelings messed up in my head with the past and I know I don’t hate him, I love him… 2 seconds later that rush of animosity is gone.  But its left me shaken to the core.  I feel lost, the pain is secondary, something in my mind has broken and I KNOW I will be alright. But I need some time, he unstraps me, takes care of me, gradually all the bondage is removed, and in the end I am stood before him in the bedroom, and he asks how I am… I have yet to speak.  And I say I need to cry.  He wraps his arms around me and I sob a little, but I cant let go, I need to really let go.  I just wish he understood the pain in my heart right now, the pain from the past and that moment of hate I felt that shook me to the core of my being.

I tell him I cant talk right now, I distance myself, I need to process what has happened,.  He talks to me, watches me as I cry again and again, I’m moving about the flat but just the tiniest thing and I am lost again in emotions.

I go and sit on my place in Masters flat, and I am quiet and subdued.  He cooks for us, I do so love watching him cook, and I idly watch him as he goes too and fro to the fridge, smiling at me with concerned eyes and a curving mouth.  I know I cannot explain yet.. Later I think….

Eventually I find enough words to say Id had a flashback.  But how do you really explain? How do you explain that something that almost destroyed your world 8 years ago can be triggered like that, and suddenly it isn’t 8 years ago its NOW.  How do you explain the surge of that unwanted emotion you felt?  How could I explain?  I couldn’t, I made it small I made it sound like I was being stupid.  Which made it so much worse, I was in pain, really really hurting inside, my stomach was clenched, the tears sitting in me waiting to pour out again and again.  How could I explain that I needed this though?  That I needed to let go of all those things that happened to me, and the traumas, I needed time to process it, and when he pushed me to let it go I couldn’t I wasn’t ready, I needed to process this or it would come back.  And I was scared scared that I would go back to how I was then when I had post natal depression, and I lived in a black land full of secret pain.  I knew I wouldn’t, but the fear lurked with me that afternoon, it sat heavy on my heart.

As time went on that night it got easier, as we played again, some light roleplay, love and sex and positive attention, and it took me a while and I was reluctant… but it brought me back little by little, until it snapped into place.

I was His again completely.

I went to sleep happy that night, not traumatised or hurting or feeling bad, I went to sleep in the man I adores arms and I was happy because I had got through it and I was there, fully there, so bright and alive and in love with my Master, the man with a completeness it takes my breath away.

Footnote: The other four piercing… well I think, I hope I will cope a lot better, and we have decided that I wont be in bondage, that I can face them as an adult…