Harriet the Doll

Prologue

She pulled me back at the last minute, her hand gripping the thick base of my topknot firmly. I felt his cock twitch as it slithered wetly out of my throat. Even then I unconsciously tried to hold onto it, sucking harder so that it slipped out between my wet lips with a loud, slurping squelch, just as his load shot. I felt his cum splash into my open mouth, another shot splattered across my face, there was so much of it. I moaned, half in discomfort from her grip on my hair, half in pent up arousal from the vibrating toys embedded in my latex thong that had kept me edging the whole time.

Before I could close my mouth and swallow, something else was pressed between my lips, and pushed to the back of my mouth. I felt the clammy touch of lubed latex against my cheek as a hood was quickly stretched over my face, blocking my vision. It tightened across my features as it was zipped down from the top­knot tube to the nape of my neck. I gulped against the phallic gag, trying not to let it choke me as her hand pressed against the outside of the hood, smearing his cum over my sealed face. I felt it dripping, sliding wetly down my oversized breasts as I tugged helplessly against the bindings that held my arms crossed behind me. More of his jizz splattered over my bare skin, god knows where he’d been holding it. I gasped as vicious little clamps were fastened over my stiff nipples, before more latex was drawn over my skin and tightened around my waist, below my bound arms. The armless straitjacket was zipped up, trapped in place at my neck with a wide, heavy collar. She pulled the buckles a notch too tight, on purpose I’m sure, making my pulse thump in my ears. Her hands caressed my body though the greasy, supple latex, smearing the cum, sweat and lube around my breasts, titillating and lifting my arousal as the beastly vibrations kept me moaning for more.

I felt, rather than heard, the snick of a lock closing on the back of my collar. Another snap came as a leash was attached to its heavy ring. She hauled me up, chokingly tight as I raised myself to my knees, then struggled to my feet. I wobbled on the high-heeled platform pleaser boots, which had also been locked in place with thick cuffs around my ankles. I stumbled blindly in the direction of her tugging, all thoughts fled, mindless in my arousal. I don’t know how far we went, but I was brought to a halt, a cold steel bar pressing against the top of my thighs.

Fingers dig under the waistband of my thong, briskly pulling down. The buzzing toys were eased out. I felt something like relief, but also craved that full feeling, and rocked my hips, moaning into the gag. Suddenly I was being further restrained, one ankle locked in place, the other nudged apart until I responded by spreading my legs as far as I was able to stand in the boots. Then a bit more, and I was losing my balance, only to fall forward onto something soft and cloying that sealed over the air holes in my mask.

Squirming and helpless, I was locked in position over a cold bar at my hips that held my buttocks above my head level. The stiff collar prevented me from turning my head much, but I managed to get a whisper of air. I realised I’d been bent over the foot of her big rubber-sheeted bed.

I was left bound and squirming for a long moment, then without warning, heavier vibrations hit my most sensitive spots. I felt the familiar feeling of her hitachi as it pressed up between my legs, until I was back at the quivering edge.

 “Hold it,” she commanded, “hold it!” Something nestled against my ass as she took the wand away “Cum!” She ordered as she drove her strapon into me.

Her voice and my recent conditioning paid off as the shaft sank into my ass. My orgasm broke, sending pulsing shockwaves through my body as I bucked and twisted against the intensity of the sensations, sucking hard on the phallus in my mouth. The realisation that she had made me cum from anal stimulation suddenly made me feel so degraded. What was I letting her turn me into?

There was little respite as she withdrew. My holes were quickly stuffed with new, larger-feeling toys, dragging my mind back into the gutter as arousal took over again. She pulled me bodily up onto the bed, locking my ankles together, strapping my knees, and tugging the thick latex sleep sack around me.

As it was zipped up, and buckled tight, it dawned on me that there was absolutely no escape. And even if there was, would I want to?

She spent a long time caressing my layered and bound body, then snuggled up against me, spooning comfortably, and the new toys started vibrating. I felt myself slipping in and out of consciousness in a dreamlike fugue, suckling on the gag, the sharp ache of the clamps in counterpoint to the arousing, pleasurable vibrations, too low to cum, but nice and full, nevertheless.

Even as I lay there bound, cum soaked, with every orifice filled, all I could think was about how lucky I had been that she had found me, as my pulse calmed me to sleep.

The Club

The thumping bass eased off as the song neared its end, and I waved a half-arsed “I’m going to the bathroom / getting a drink” salute to my housemates. It made sense to me, anyway, as I spooled away, feeling high and vibing to the tunes as I made my way to the restrooms.

We were Monday night regulars at the small city club that served the university crowd. Monday nights were student night, and there were always people I knew there – whether I’d started off in a crowd or by myself. Cheesy tunes, cheap drinks, and good company were all I needed for a good night out. It had become my main release from busy student life, and I loved the blend of tranced-up pop and remixed ’90s dance.

I relieved myself and headed back to the bar. The song playing wasn’t high on my list, and I felt like I could use something cold to cool down. The bar was packed and the dance floor mostly empty. It seemed everyone had the same idea: to recharge and refill during this number. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glint of light and paused, leaning against the rail that surrounded the sunken dance floor.

Amid the smoke and flickering lasers, a couple danced, slowly undulating to the bass rhythm. I thought they were a boy-girl couple at first, the taller, lankier of the two sporting a short cut with the sides shaved close and a short fringe flopping over one side of their face. The flash that had caught my eye was their leggings: tight, glossy PVC stretched over sinuous, swaying legs. I was captivated for a moment until I realised she was dancing with another girl. Then the song changed, and the indie-rock beat gave way to a more upbeat pop tempo.

As they split away from the dance floor, I turned back to the bar and squeezed myself into a gap, holding my phone forward to show I was ready to pay for a drink. I’d barely raised a hand for attention when someone crashed into me and bellowed next to my ear over the loud music.

“Yo, Suze!” I was almost deafened as someone muscled in beside me. The barmaid I’d been trying to attract spun immediately and headed my way, and then past me to the interloper on my left.

“Alice!” The barmaid grinned widely. “Back already? No good, that one, then? Same again?”

“Nah, double vodka Red Bull. I need a pick-me-up.” I turned, ready to interrupt in anger, when I realised it was the pixie-cut, PVC girl. Even leaning over the bar, she was taller than me, and her elfin features were stunning: gorgeous green eyes and freckles smattered across her nose. I’d never thought of myself as even slightly bisexual, but my breath caught in my throat as she looked across at me with an apologetic grin.

“Oh my God, you’re adorable,” she said, eyes twinkling. “And whatever she’s having.” She shouted the last part back at the barmaid.

“Uhhh, I… I.”

“Make it two. Ok?” She looked at me for confirmation.

I nodded. “Sure,” I managed, cursing myself inwardly. Something about her self-assured manner had sapped all of mine.

“You’re such a slut!” the barmaid shouted at the other woman as she turned to get the drinks.

“I’m Alice,” she leaned across to shout in my ear above the music.

“Harriet,” I shouted back.

“Oh, that’s cute,” she said, leaning back and looking me up and down theatrically. “Suits you!” Was she flirting with me? The drinks appeared, and Alice tapped her phone on the machine, shouting her thanks to the barmaid, then held up her tumbler towards me.

I lifted mine and clinked it against hers. “Cheers, thanks so much,” I said, taking a sip, as, to my surprise, she looped her arm through mine and pulled me off to a clearer space by the dance floor.

“I love Mondays here. It’s my kind of vibe,” she yelled. “I haven’t been in ages.” As she pressed herself against me to shout in my ear again, I wasn’t sure whether she was as drunk as I felt or whether she’d done it on purpose, but it was definitely awakening something in me. I felt her small, pert breasts press against my much larger chest.

“Me too. We’re always here.”

“We?”

I waved vaguely. “My housemates,” I said.

She laughed. “So you not with-with anyone?” She raised an eyebrow, a lopsided smile on her face. I blushed hard.

“N-no, I’m not. I don’t…”

“Oh my God, you’re sooo adorable. Did I say that already?” Then her arms were looped around my neck and her lips hovering over mine. When her kiss landed, it was like a bomb had gone off in my head. Everything else disappeared, and all I could do was respond to her kiss, feeling the soft swell of her lips, her smooth skin, so different from the guys I’d kissed before. Her fragrance was an intoxicating blend of perfume and the musky undercurrent of dancing; it was heady and powerful, and I was instantly lost.

A lifetime later, she pulled me onto the dance floor, and we danced the drink off. I barely noticed as my friends drifted in and out, giving the odd jeer or cheer, or asking whether we wanted more to drink. I was captivated, mesmerised even, by Alice’s glossy, oil-slick legs and cheeky grin, eyes half hidden under her fringe. Her energy and enthusiasm lasted until the set neared its end and the music slowed, when she pulled me close once more.

Our lips met again, and I felt an instant surge of arousal. I knew she must be able to feel my nipples stiffen against her body, as she squeezed herself against me and slid one of her glossy legs between my thighs. I moaned heavily into her kiss as the smooth, shiny surface of her thigh ground up against my crotch. A powerful surge of pleasure made me grip her tightly, breaking the kiss to bury my face into the hollow of her neck. She held me like that for a while as the song played on, her swaying leg sliding back and forth by inches until I thought I was going to cum. Then the song ended and she pulled away, leaving me gasping, frustrated and desperate for more.

It must have shown in my eyes as I looked up at her, my hand in hers as she led me off the dance floor, because she looked back over her shoulder. She grinned and leaned back to murmur, “…sooo adorable…” in my ear.

Then she cocked her head to one side, instantly coquettish and sultry at the same time, as she looked at me from under her fringe. “Your place or mine?”

“Oh God, yours,” I blurted instantly. She laughed. “I mean, I’m just in halls. I’ve got a tiny room, and all the facilities are shared. Not that we…” I trailed off, aware that I was babbling.

“Mine it is then,” she smiled, as if I’d just made her the happiest person in the world. “…and we will, I promise you, we will.”

We picked our way through the thinning crowd and stopped at the cloakroom. Alice poured herself into a glossy black cropped puffer that made her look like some crystalline goth mirror ball. I felt quite dowdy in my faded pink-and-black TNF puffer, my ripped jeans, and a ’90s band T-shirt. She just exuded confident, raw sexuality.

I wondered what on earth I was doing, and my mood crashed as we left the club. Alice seemed to notice as we stepped into the damp, cold, wintry air. She stopped at the top of the steps, pulled me into a hug, and gave me a slow, gentle kiss. “I’m glad I came tonight,” she smiled. Her voice was husky from the shouting and singing earlier. I pulled myself together and smiled back at her.

“Me too, I just…” I hesitated.

“What is it, honey?”

“I – you’re incredible. I’m just. I’m just…” I waved my hands in desperation.

“You’re just perfect,” she said with such an infectious smile that I had to smile back, albeit a bit shyly, as I blushed again. “And oh my God! Soooo adorable!” she laughed. “Come on, I’ll make it worth your while!” Her arm slipped around my waist, and off we went, her plastic jacket rustling pleasantly against me.

“What’s with all the PVC?” I asked.

“It gets attention, of course!” she shrugged. “And I like the look and feel.” “Mmm, kinky.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” she laughed.

And back then, I really hadn’t.

Her Place

I don’t remember how we got back to her place. I guess we walked, or stumbled; vague flashes come back to me now and then, but I clearly remember wrapping myself around her as she fumbled for her key at the door of her flat. The building was one of a row of townhouses teetering on the edge of the hill above the hustle and bustle of the town centre, just another old, rambling building that had been converted into flats opening off a common stairwell.

Alice dragged me to the top of the stairs and managed to open the door, and I stumbled through into a room that took my breath away. Plate-glass windows opened onto a panoramic view of the small city. An open-plan space strewn with soft couches and cushions greeted me, with a tasteful kitchen bar set off to one side and a couple of other doors leading off the main room. The opposite wall was given over to a huge television.

As I stood there, awed by the view, Alice came over and passed me a hastily mixed G&T. I was feeling more sober after the walk and accepted the glass without a second thought. We sipped our drinks and made small talk; I don’t remember any of it. Eventually she swigged down the last mouthful and gave me a peck on the cheek. Then, with an exaggerated movement, she slapped her hand down on her thigh.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she said, rippling her fingers up her PVC-clad leg. “I’m a bit sweaty!” She laughed and spun away to the bathroom before I could comment. I watched her shiny arse sashay around the corner, then turned back to the view.

The door clicked again, and I turned to see Alice looking over at me, a fluffy black towel knotted above her small breasts and hanging just below her hips. “Are you coming, or what?” she asked, that incorrigible grin playing across her lips.

She laughed as I almost fell over myself, bumping into furniture as I rushed over, tugging off my top and loosening my jeans. “I guess that’s a yes,” she said. I giggled, giving a nervous shrug as I hopped, trying to get one foot out of my knickers. “…so adorable!”

What followed was the most sensuous experience of my life, to that moment. I may have had many more since, but for me it was brand-new. I let myself be ushered under the large monsoon shower, and she stepped in behind me. The water was perfectly warm and soon she was soaping me up, her hands gliding over my skin. I wanted to turn to face her, but she held me insistently in place. Her hands slid over my breasts, squeezing, massaging until my nipples tingled, proud and erect, enough to draw a soft moan from my throat.

Holding me against her body, she let her free hand wander down slowly, until she pressed between my legs, and found me open, needy for her. Her fingers dipped inside, pulled back a little and started sliding back and forth, drawing every little urgent gasp and shudder out of me. Soon I was undulating back against her, my hips swaying in counterpart to her rubbing fingers. Her free hand gave my stiff nipple a sharp pinch, making me cry out, before moving up to my face. I found myself sucking on her fingers as she held me against herself, every nerve alive as I started to cum, bucking and shuddering in her embrace. She held me for a long moment as my twitches subsided, murmuring in my ear, her words lost in the noise of the shower.

Soon she turned me to her, and with a gentle, but insistent pressure on my shoulders, pushed me down to kneel in front of her. “I’ve never…” I started.

“Shh, I’ll show you…” she said, lifting her leg and pressing her crotch towards my face. The water coursed over me as I moved in, tentatively at first, then more enthusiastically as she encouraged me. Soon she was pulling my head tighter in, rubbing herself against my face as I used my tongue and mouth under her direction. I found it a little awkward, uncomfortable even, but as she started to moan and gasp, her arousal had its effect on me too. I found myself eager to please, soon falling into doing what came naturally. Her orgasm was loud and unrestrained, flooding over my face. The taste quickly washed away in the stream of water, as I felt her pulse and throb against my lips. She pulled me back up and hugged me close, and then we washed each other again slowly, before she turned the shower off and collected the towels.

She smiled at me as she took time drying me, with sensuous and erotic strokes.

“First time then?” she said eventually.

“Y-yes. I mean…” I trailed off.

“I wouldn’t have known, you were fantastic!” I glowed at the praise, then gasped as she tweaked a nipple. “Sorry!” she said with an unapologetic grin. “They’re just so magnificent, I could play with them all day!”

“W-what?” I looked at her dumbly.

“Your breasts, silly. Oh my god, you’re blushing, you are soo adorable.”

“I just,” I started. “I’ve never…” I stopped myself and tried again. “They’re too big. They get in the way. I don’t know. I’ve never liked them since they grew in.”

She took one in her hands and caressed it, squeezing in a gentle circle, teasing up my nipple to full stiffness in a few moments. “Nonsense. They could be your best feature. You shouldn’t hide these away, be proud!” I gave a little gasp as she took my nipple in her mouth and gave it a gentle bite. “Delicious.”

She laughed again and led me away, picking our way naked through our discarded clothes on the floor to a door at the back of the apartment.

I don’t know what I had expected of her bedroom. Her penchant for black PVC and punky looks didn’t prepare me for the overtly feminine decor. Sumptuous cerise satin covered the super-king sized, silver-framed bed, strewn with pillows in complimentary shades.

She pulled back the duvet, spilling cushions, and slid under the covers. I clambered after her, the satin cool and smooth against my skin. It felt so sexy, it must have shown. “Mmm, I love the way your body responds, so expressive!” she said, pulling me into a kiss. We snuggled together under the decadent fabric, sharing gentle caresses. Sleep came quickly as dawn started to brighten behind the curtains.

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I awoke to a moment’s disorientation, wondering where I was, but feeling unaccountably aroused. I stretched languidly, warm and comfortable in the big bed, before I realised that I was alone in it.

Sudden uncertainty galvanised me into action. I slipped out of the bed and, spying a short robe hanging on the back of the door, helped myself into it. The peach silk was so fine that I barely felt its touch on my skin.

 Everything about Alice’s apartment was tasteful and expensive. I wondered what I was doing, what she saw in me, as I tried to belt the robe to cover my chest. It barely held together, straining over my nipples. With a moment’s trepidation, I paused at the door, then turned the handle and walked into the lounge.

Alice was sitting at the breakfast bar with a coffee. She put down her tablet and smiled. “Hello, sleepy head!” she said, as I padded over to her.

“Morning. I hope you don’t mind?” I fingered the robe.

“Of course. Coffee?”

“Please!” She slipped off her stool and put a cup under the machine. “I’m not a lesbian,” I blurted out, covering my mouth with my hand in shock. Alice looked over, and burst out laughing – I must have looked so comical.

“Oh my god, you are so adorable!” She walked over and pulled me into a hug as the coffee machine spluttered. She kissed me then, and all my thoughts fled away. “Would you like to be?”

“Umm, maybe. I think so. With you.” I was blushing furiously.

“I’ll let you into a secret. I’m not either.”

I blinked. “B-but, but…” I stammered. God, how did she sap away all my confidence and turn me into this gibbering wreck so easily?

“I play both sides, and since you do too now, that’s ok, isn’t it?” I nodded as she passed me my coffee and took a stool at the bar. “How’s your head, need anything?”

“Oh, no thanks. I don’t really get headaches.”

“Lucky you!” I sipped my coffee. Expensive and tasteful, I thought again. “Do you remember that guy last night…”

Alice reeled off a story that had me bursting into fits of giggles. I was soon put at ease as we swapped anecdotes. I found myself enjoying her company as the coffee cooled. I told her about my engineering degree and my very ordinary life for ages, whilst she said very little about hers.

“What do you want to do today?” she asked, as the conversation spun down. Shall we go and get something to eat, go shopping? Do you have any lectures today?” she asked.

“Missed them already,” I laughed sheepishly. “I had a better education last night!”

“Mmm, oh really. There’s plenty more where that came from!” She tapped her fingers on the table. “Perhaps you’d like another lesson now?”

Whatever hesitation I might have had was betrayed by my treasonous nipples, which tented the thin fabric of the robe with barely a pause. She stood up languidly as I started to stammer a response, blushing even deeper. She pulled me into a sensuous kiss, further inflaming my lust, and took my hand.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” she said with a tinkling laugh, as she led me back towards the bedroom.

Smoothing out the rumpled duvet, she slipped the robe off my shoulders and guided me to lie on my back in the middle of the bed. She climbed on top of me, her hips straddling mine and slowly undid her own robe. “Now,” she said, as she took my hands in hers, and guided them to the bars of the metal bedstead, above my head. “If we take away some of your – distractions…” She pulled the silk belt away from her gown, “…Such as your control of the situation.” She pushed my wrists through the gaps between the bars, a single bar cold between them. “It allows you to focus more on the pleasure.” She started winding the belt around my wrists, then paused, leaning back and looking at me. “Do I have your consent?”

“Oh, God. Yes! Please, I consent.” I squirmed underneath her, already feeling so aroused. She finished her knot, and I tested the binding, finding my arms securely, but comfortably trapped above my head.

“Now, let’s teach you to love those breasts.” She drizzled a cold liquid over them: some sort of scented oil, I realised, as her hands began a slow, sensuous massage. The kneading, circular motions got ever closer, until she palmed my nipples, grazing them with her hands, trapping them between thumb and forefinger, squeezing gentle rolls, covering my gasps and moans with hungry, urgent kisses.

She took her time, and soon I was tugging at my arms, writhing beneath her, begging for more. She kept it up mercilessly holding a finger to my lips, so I stifled my pleading, unable to keep the moans from my throat. It seemed to please her though – she leant forward, kissing me again as she gripped my chin. And I was helpless to resist, of course.

She eased herself down, her hand gently encircling my throat, holding, not squeezing, as she continued to tease my nipple. Her mouth traced wet kisses and licks over my quivering stomach, until finally she lifted my knees, and pressed her face into my crotch. I did find my voice then as she brought me up, ohh, so sweetly, and pushed me over the edge into a thundering orgasm.

I lay there panting, little aftershocks quaking my body as she rose up and lay alongside me, her hand finding my breast again, a quick tweak making me gasp and giggle as she lay her smooth skin alongside mine. “You seemed to like that.”

“Oh God, mmm, it was incredible.” I stretched out, tugging my arms again. “Mmm?”

“Oh, you want out?” She tickled me under-arm, making me squeal. “What if I don’t want to let you go?”

“Mm, no, don’t let me go, please. You can keep me.”

“Ohhh, and that is the right answer!” She leaned over and kissed me, as she pulled the free end of the bow, and released my arms. “Am I a good teacher then?”

I nodded my agreement, biting my bottom lip, not trusting my voice. “Good, I’ll have to plan some more lessons then!” she said, tracing a finger over my skin.

After a quick shower, I changed back into last night’s slightly smelly clubwear. We walked the short distance into town and picked up a coffee and croissant, eating as we walked up the high-street. Alice was wearing tight black leather-look leggings with combat boots and an oversized ripped T-shirt under her PVC puffer again, like some sort of punk queen. I didn’t think I could have pulled off her style, but it turned out that she was into contrast anyway.

“Let’s go in here a mo, there’s someone I want you to meet, if she’s working today!” Alice said, as we passed the entrance to a popular department store. I followed her into the department store, and we headed to the back of the underwear section. I fingered through some of the clothes, naturally gravitating to the kind of things I’d usually buy, when a squeal split the air.

“Missy A, and what brings you to my store unannounced?” I lost Alice’s reply. “Uh-huh, uh-huh, well let’s take a look at her then!” I peeked out from behind a rail, to see a robust black woman, all curves and energy. Even in her shop uniform she was impeccably styled. “Now, don’t be shy, Harriett, is it? let me take a look at you.”

“See Jojo, she needs some of your help!” Alice said. I was momentarily taken aback, but Jojo’s energy swept me along.

“Damn right she does, come here girl, let’s get you measured up!” I made a half-hearted protest but let myself be ushered into a small room and stripped back down to my underwear. Jojo stepped back and gave a whistle. “Damn girl, why d’you hide this fine body?” I blushed. Jojo turned an eye to Alice.

“I know! Isn’t she adorable.” Alice said.

Jojo turned back to me. “I can see you choose your clothes so that you don’t look so big up here, right?” She lifted her hands to either side of my chest. She swung her hips, turning to the side, her own impressive chest prominent. “You don’t want to hide these, girl. They’re your weapons!” she laughed and busied herself with a tape measure. “What you wear makes you look squat, dumpy. But you’re tiny really, look at that waist. She read off the tape and then measured again, raising an eyebrow. “That’s going to be tough to size for,” she huffed. “You need clothes that show off your flat stomach as much as possible. Hipsters and crop tops, tight on top, loose below.” She turned back to Alice. “Palette?”

“Hmm, I’m thinking pastel goth, pale pinks, baby blue, white.” They talked like I wasn’t there until Jojo swept away to the racks. I turned to Alice.

“Alice,” I started, about to say I couldn’t afford this.

“Hush. This is my treat,” she said, like she’d read my mind. “I have more than enough for us both.” She grinned. “Besides, if you really want to repay me, I can think of a way.” Her eyes roamed over me. We were still kissing when Jojo bustled in with armfuls of clothes.

“Oops, girl, you’ve got it bad.” This time, wonder of wonders, Alice blushed. I tried on everything, getting into the experience. Tight, supportive sports bra-style tops and small white or blue t-shirts that had me spilling over low necklines. Shorts and skirts joined the rack, but my favourite was a pair of pale pink bondage pants in a silky, shimmery nylon that had a soft rustle as I walked. They hugged my hips but billowed out below to meet chunky white trainers that peaked out under the hems. I matched them with a cropped T that left my belly bare, and a short cropped pink PVC puffer that barely covered my chest. Alice seemed to approve, bundling up some of the other winning items whilst watching me with unadulterated lust. I liked the effect I was having on her. I had no idea what Alice paid, but I knew it wasn’t cheap. It seemed odd given that I’d only known her a few hours.

As we left the store loaded with bags, I felt I had to say something. “Alice, why are you doing this?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve known me less than a day. This.” I hefted the bags. “This is too much.”

“Indulge me,” she said. “Do you like your new look?”

“Of course, but…”

“No buts.” She turned to kiss me, our contrasting jackets rustling against each other. “I’m going to fill your life with pleasure. You’re mine, now. Soon you’ll see.”

“I can’t possibly repay all this…”

Alice gave a little frustrated sigh, which was somehow still reassuring. “Harriett. I don’t want your money. I just want you. All of you. Now – Trust me. Enjoy it and don’t think about it.” She slipped her arm around my waist, and we walked on. We chatted for ages in the park, got a light meal at a small, bijou cafe, and then finally said our goodbyes.

“I’m going to be away a few days, and you have lectures.” She gave me a lingering kiss. “I’m back on Sunday night, see you at the club on Monday?” I must have pouted. “Aw, it’s ok. When I’m back we can spend a lot more time together. I’m not letting you go.” She laughed again.

The next few days passed in a bit of a blur. My new clothes got me a lot more attention – although my close friends seemed to feel I’d let them down somehow. It felt good, thinking about the new confidence Alice had given me – and I realised suddenly, just how badly I wanted to please her.

On Friday, there was a package for me in the college mailbox. It was flat and squishy, with a couple of hard lumps inside. I stuffed it into my tote while I went to the morning’s lectures and didn’t think about it again until I got back to my room.

I pulled it out of my bag and tore open the grey privacy wrapper, spilling the contents onto the bed. There was a handwritten note, a lipstick and nail polish, and another plastic bag with something bright pink inside. I picked up the note. It was obviously from Alice.

“Hey, doll,” it read. “I saw these and thought of you – wear them to the club on Monday for me? Oh, and I booked you a hair appointment, 3 p.m. on Monday at Otto’s. Just let him do his thing!”

It was signed, “Miss A.” It felt like a funny way to sign off, and who sent anything handwritten these days anyway? I picked up the nail polish. “Candy Bubblegum,” it said on the label. It was a lurid neon pink. I opened the little lipstick box and removed its cap to see the same shade. Both matched whatever was in the other package.

I opened it curiously and pulled out the contents. It took me a moment to realise the supple, plasticky mass was a dress.

I was a bit non-plussed, was she coming on a bit strong? But she had been so good to me, maybe I should show my appreciation. I resolved to try it on, perhaps it wouldn’t fit anyway. I shook it out. Apart from the packing creases, it seemed well made. There were no zips, but it had a good deal of stretch, a low back with wide shoulder straps and a plunging neckline. I stepped out of my ripped denim shorts. I started pulling the dress on and realised that it was going to be very snug. I decided to try it without my bra. I pulled it up, squirmed and tucked myself in. It was skin-tight, but it was a perfect fit. No get-out-of-jail-free card there.

My breasts swelled over the neckline in a deep cleavage; the dress only just covered my aureolae. The hem hugged my hips, a few inches below my crotch, but there was something about how the cut emphasised my narrow waist and my large chest that I really liked, not to mention how the fabric glistened and shone in the mirror. You saw plenty of outfits like this in the clubs, right? I could get away with it. And Alice loved PVC, she’d go wild when she saw me. Suddenly I couldn’t wait.

A Study in Pink

Monday morning’s lectures went by in a blur. I couldn’t concentrate, flipping between the thrill of seeing Alice again and nerves about wearing the dress. My phone buzzed with a reminder, making me jump. Otto’s.

A short bus ride later, I was breathlessly opening the door to a classy salon off the high street.

“Hello,” I said to the receptionist. “I have an appointment, I think?”

“Hello,” she said. “You must be Harriett. Gerald is waiting. Can I get you a drink, a snack, or anything?”

“Um, no thanks.”

Gerald? A very camp-looking guy appeared from behind a curtain.

“Harriett? Such a pleasure. Step this way, please.”

I followed him with a little trepidation and let him settle me in a chair before tipping me back for a wash.

“Wow, Miss Alice wasn’t wrong. So much raw material!” he said, massaging my scalp.

I wasn’t sure whether that was a compliment.

“So, we’re going blonde today, yes?”

Blonde?

“I-ahh-we are?”

“Miss Alice seemed to think so. She said she thought it would suit you.” Oh, okay. “She seemed very enthusiastic!”

She did, did she? Thinking about it, my updated look, with its pale pastel shades and whites, probably would look better on me with blonde hair than with my current mousy locks.

“I’m sure she knows best,” I managed.

“Oh, she definitely does. Let’s get started, shall we?”

I was in there for nearly four hours. I’ll spare you the inane babble, but Gerald seemed like a genuinely sweet guy, although I learned way more than I ever wanted to about his boyfriend troubles. He finally finished with the straighteners and showed me the result. Long, almost platinum-blonde hair cascaded down my back in a smooth, luxurious fall. It was lighter than I would have chosen, but it looked a million dollars. I decided that if that’s what Alice wanted, it was good enough for me. I thanked Gerald, said my goodbyes, shrugged into my jacket, and hurried to the bus stop to catch the regular route back up to campus.

I’d agreed to meet some friends at the student union bar before going on to the club. I’d been messaging madly back and forth on my phone about timings and pleading with them to wait for me, but I still needed to get back to my halls and do my nails.

The girls had already started at the campus bar by the time my bus got back. I dropped in to show off my new do and pick up some Dutch courage, which came in the form of a couple of vodka Red Bulls as I played catch-up, and then a round of tequilas. There were plenty of compliments and only a few sideways glances about my hair.

I didn’t care about the odd looks. Somehow, the girls I’d thought were cool in a “my kind of people” kind of way now looked a bit frumpy and ordinary, especially when I pictured them next to Alice.

Soon there were mutterings about heading down to the club.

“I’ll see you there!” I said, jumping up. “I still need to get changed and do my nails.”

I rushed back to my room and quickly did my nails in the new glossy pink polish as best I could, then, on a whim, followed up with my toes. I did my make-up – perhaps it was a little heavier than usual – and applied Alice’s lipstick. The glossy, glittery pink made my lips tingle as they plumped up to nearly twice their usual size. I had a mild panic that I might be allergic, but I caught my pout in the mirror and decided this might just be what Alice liked too.

I squeezed into the dress, put on my new white trainers, grabbed my pink puffer, and rushed out the door, chewing gum to freshen my breath. I’d never really experienced it before, but suddenly I was aware of cat calls and jeers from groups of lads passing by, and even a “Well, really!” from an old granny. Far from making me shy, it gave me a boost – although that may have been the drink talking. If only I’d known how to dress for my body before.

It was after half-eleven by the time I got to the club, and there was a long queue snaking out front, which did absolutely nothing for the jittery, wired fizz already running through me. I hunched my shoulders, suddenly feeling self-conscious, bracing myself to stand there forever – but the bouncer clocked me straight away and waved me through – which gave me a ridiculous little surge of confidence.

I dumped my jacket at the cloakroom and walked in like I belonged there, only for the feeling to evaporate almost at once. I spotted a few of my friends while I scanned the room, but no Alice, and the disappointment hit harder than it should have. I hated how badly I wanted her to see me, to notice the dress, the hair, all of it, and tell me I’d got it right. I turned down the first offer of a drink on my way to the bar, then accepted the second without really meaning to, half-listening to some boorish small talk while my eyes kept flicking over the crowd, searching for her.

“Oh my God, Aitch, what the fuck are you wearing?” I turned with a shock as Bee, one of my housemates looked me over with a sneer. “And your hair, you look like such a fucking bimbo. Are you on a dare?” I opened my mouth to respond, shocked and getting more upset by the moment, as her tirade continued. “I thought you were one of us but turns out you’re just another boyfriend-stealing slut!” She gave me a shove, spilling my drink as I staggered backward.

Just then the fog-machine smoke parted, and a lithe figure seemed to materialise out of the mist, striding towards me. My gaze travelled up from her feet as the vision closed the distance in a few strides. Knee-length goth stompers, fishnets, leather shorts and an over-bust corset, hands in fingerless gloves, bare-skin dripping in chunky silver jewellery. Alice dramatically threw an arm around my waist as a tear leaked out of my eye and drew me into a deep kiss. Her boots made her much taller, and I leaned back, moaning until she finally broke off, and turned to look at Bee, who was just standing there open mouthed. “Well, I think she’s fucking gorgeous.” She waved her hand in a shooing motion. “Now fuck off!”

As she pulled me away, I saw her catch the eye of a member of staff. She tipped her hand in a drinking gesture and drew a line across her throat, pointing at the oblivious Bee. I smirked inwardly as I saw a bouncer close in on her and usher her ungently towards the exit. “Oh my god, did you just get her thrown out?” Alice shrugged.

“It’s my club. No-one gets away with badmouthing my friends.”

“It’s your club?”

“Yes, I own it, I can do what I like!”

“You…” I suddenly felt very small and vulnerable. I shuddered, trying to shake it off “…thank you. I missed you.”

“Aw, you’re so adorable, I can’t get over it!” She stepped back and looked at me. “Thank you, too. I wasn’t sure…”

“You weren’t sure? About me?”

“Oh no, I’m sure about you. I wasn’t sure that you’d go through with it. That you’d wear this, do your hair. For me.” She fingered my dress. “Mmm, just looking at you is making me horny.”

“Ohh,” I fingered my new pale hair, it was almost glowing under the UV lights. “Do you like it?” I asked innocently, pouting my lips, arching my back a little and presenting my breasts. She growled. She actually growled, the hunger in her eyes made me feel like a gazelle provoking a lion.

“Ohh, I am going to do such bad things to you tonight!” she said. I quivered, feeling a sexual response to her promise. We were let into a small roped off area, and drinks started flowing. We talked, we danced, people came and went, and a few stayed. Suze, the girl from behind the bar, joined us after she finished her shift. Gerald was there, looking so bizarrely contrasted from his camp work-a-day attire in black leather, that I didn’t recognise him until he spoke. Jojo was there too, and a very pale, tall, beautiful goth boy called Joel. He gave me such an innocent smile as I took in his lithely muscled arms and bare shoulders that I felt my stomach clench.

It was easy company, laughing and joking over the drinks. Somewhat groggy, at the end of the evening, I found myself curled on a cushion on the floor, leaning over Alice’s lap as she held court, her fingers stroking my hair. It felt nice to be wanted. A little later, she leaned over and spoke in my ear. “Come on, doll. Let’s get you home.”

It must have been like after three in the morning already when we got back to her flat. She poured me a coke, passed it across, and then disappeared into her bedroom. “Don’t go anywhere! I’m just going to get changed.” I might have dozed off on her couch, to be awoken by the snick of a door shutting and the staccato tap of heels on the wooden floor. I turned to look and almost choked in surprise. Alice was head to foot in oil-slick shiny-black, an upswept mask over her eyes. She was carrying what looked like a pair of black fluffy handcuffs. “Time for your next lesson?” She offered.

I jumped to my feet, like a rabbit in headlights, not sure whether to run or go to her, I froze. “A-Alice?”

“Miss Alice, for tonight,” she said, with a wide smile. “Come here, doll.” I padded over barefoot, my PVC dress creaking. “Good girl,” she said, as I stood before her. Somehow the simple words sent such a thrill through me. She pulled me close and kissed me again, a little more authoritatively than before, letting me know who was in control. She tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear and stroked my cheek with a gloved hand. I felt some of that energy from when she’d growled at me in the club, sending a frisson of excited fear through me. She dangled the cuffs in front of me. “Do you consent?” I swallowed.

“Y-yes, I consent.” She gripped my chin, pushed her latex gloved fingers into my mouth, and gave my breast a light slap, just enough to sting.

“Yes, Miss Alice!” She gave a theatrical hiss. “Say it!”

“Yeff, miff Awiff.” I mumbled around her fingers, easing into the role-play, as she fastened the cuffs around my wrists, arms in front of me. She pulled up the hem of my dress and yanked off my panties, then pulled down the neckline so that my breasts popped out, squeezed between my bound arms. Then, hooking a finger around the connecting chain of my cuffs, she tugged me after her into the bedroom.

Spread over the bed was a large, fluffy white bath towel. I laid across it on my back and submissively allowed Alice to fasten my cuffed wrists to the bed. I tugged and twisted, feeling the restraints dig into my skin. I felt vulnerable with my dress hitched up around my hips, and with the way the taut material lifted my exposed breasts. My skin was tingling in arousal, my nipples rock solid as her latex gloved hands swarmed over me, gliding over my skin in the most exquisite massage. Alice was murmuring, a running monologue in her low, sultry tones as I got more and more turned on as her fingers slid down to my crotch.

“…and as I stroke here you feel such intense pleasure,” she breathed. “Up, down, up, down, mmm, slowly up, and down. With each stroke you feel more pleasure, up, down, up and down, and as you feel that pleasure, just let your mind go, only pleasure exists, up, down, your mind drifting away, so deep now… “

She seemed to continue for ages, until I was squirming on the edge of an orgasm that wouldn’t break, the feeling was so intense.

Something had changed though, and her gloved fingers slid inside, her other hand reaching round to stretch me open, then a slippery finger was nestled against my ass, eased inside with a strong stroke down. Alice whispered in my ear. “Good doll, now cum for me!”

My pleasure instantly reached a crescendo, and I was crying out loud as I bucked and twisted. I was tugging helplessly on my bound wrists, feeling myself clench around her invading finger as she continued to stroke. It seemed to go on and on, I’d never felt anything so intense, until I finally collapsed against the bed.

“Mmm, that looked like a good one,” she said, leaning over me to plant a soft kiss on my lips, as she trailed a gloved finger up my body. “But if I’d known you were that noisy, I’d have gagged you first.” I giggled. “Hmm, what do you think, doll?” I felt a warm flush of pleasure at the nickname. “Shall we gag you next time?”

“Mm, yes Miss Alice, that sounds nice?” Nice? Why did I say that? Would a gag be nice? I couldn’t imagine, but the questions quickly fled away.

“Good doll,” she said, and this time the flush of arousal made me moan.

Lessons continue

Consciousness returned slowly, as I blinked away sleep, finding myself nestled under the satin duvet. Alice’s arm was draped over my naked body, still sheathed in latex, as she snored softly in my ear. I lay there, feeling her pulse, her outfit now a little sticky against my skin, until the need to pee drove me to move. As I slid quietly out of the bed, I realised that my hands were still cuffed. I’d never seen a key, so with a shrug to myself, I padded over to the ensuite and made my morning ablutions. I was obscurely pleased that I’d managed to wash my hands without getting the fluffy cuffs wet.

Memories of pleasure lingered, but details of the evening were fuzzy, an effect of the alcohol, I guessed. As I left the en-suite, Alice was already heading across the room. My breath caught as I watched the light glisten off her latex suit. I raised my cuffed wrists and wiggled my fingers in a little wave.

“Oops,” she grinned, leaning in for a kiss, her gloved hand giving my breast a soft squeeze. “Morning, doll.” A flush of arousal made my belly flutter. Alice smiled widely. “Why don’t you get back into bed, I’ll only be a moment.” It seemed like an exceptionally good suggestion. I snuggled under the soft satin and lingering warmth, inhaling the rubbery scent left from Alice’s catsuit. I found I didn’t mind the strange smell at all. I let my fingers trace up my belly unconsciously, in comfortable arousal, when the door opened and Alice came back in.

My eyes widened as I turned to catch sight of her profile, standing in the door to the bathroom. A thick black strapon dangled between her legs. “What do you think, doll?” The flutter of arousal had me spreading my legs and lifting my bound arms over my head.

“Mmm, Miss Alice!” I said as she prowled towards the bed. It felt good to say it out loud. She leant over me and undid one of the cuffs with a small key. She pulled the free cuff – and with it my wrist – to the corner of the frame, where she locked it around a bar. Then, finding another set in a bedside drawer, cuffed my free wrist to the other corner.

“Comfy?” I nodded, “Now I seem to remember that you were rather loud last night.” I felt myself blush. “Mmm, you’re such an adorable doll.” I squirmed again at the flush of arousal. “Open wide.” I opened my mouth without thinking and Alice popped the ball in, pushing it back against my teeth, and strapped it in place. “Good doll.” She patted my cheek, as my lashes fluttered at the rush of pleasure. Alice ran her gloved fingers down my body, teasing a nipple, brushing over my belly and down between my legs, parting my folds and sliding into my wetness.

“Mmm, someone’s all horny this morning. Now, time for another lesson.” She held a small glossy object up in front of me. I knew what it was, of course, but I’d never seen one in real life. “A butt-plug can enhance your pleasure, I think you’d like it, doll, shall we try?”

I found myself nodding in agreement, lifting my knees as she reached down, dragging the tip of the plug through my wet folds until it nestled against my ass. “Relax,” she said, giving the toy a little push. I felt it penetrate, making me quiver.

It was less pleasure and more the thought, as she eased the pressure, the plug slipping out a little. Then another push, ease, and the third push made me gasp, as it passed the widest point, and my ass clenched around the narrow throat. Alice patted my belly. “Feeling ok?” I nodded, letting my legs slip back down. Then her weight was on top of me, and the strap-on was bumping between my thighs. I felt her fingers spread my folds apart and then the toy pressed inside. Just a little at first, but still enough to make my eyes widen, mewling into the gag as the toy stretched me open. I felt every ripple as the moulded cock dragged against my flesh so sweetly.

I tugged on my bonds, twisting my head to the side as I gasped in a hissing breath through my nose. She pulled out and pressed in further, my exhale spilling drool around the gag. Her motion built up, and soon the huge tool was gliding in and out. Every thrust nudged the plug in my ass but somehow that sense of degradation just served to increase my arousal. “Don’t cum, hold it.” She ordered. I tried, I really tried, but I couldn’t stop it.

As I shuddered and writhed beneath her, she redoubled her efforts, now focussing on her own pleasure. She buried the phallus deep inside me, as I clenched and spasmed around it. She ground down with raw, animal urgency as I lay there, body rocking back and forth with her thrusts, quivering with aftershocks. Finally she came too, long after my own orgasm had subsided. She gave a loud, carnal moan, before collapsing over me, her latex sticking to my sweat, the toy still buried deep inside me.

Eventually, Alice stirred. She loosened something at her waist and detached herself from the toy. Then, instead of freeing me as I’d expected, she looped the discarded belt from her gown around my ankles and pulled my ankles down to tie them off at the foot of the bed frame.

She took my chin in her gloved hand and wiped away some of the foaming drool from the comers of my mouth. I made to say something, to ask to be let out, but only managed a “mmpphh.” She pressed a shushing finger against the ball.

“Breathing ok, not feeling stuffy?” I nodded.

“Good doll.”

That warm flush of pleasure came again with her praise. “We’ll have to work on your stamina.” She rose from the bed. “Now, I’m going to have a shower and clean up, don’t go anywhere!” She laughed, leaving me bound and stuffed in each orifice, my naked skin cooling in the air.

After a little while I tried to shift my position to relieve the tension in my bound arms, and the toys moved minutely inside me. Oh, but that felt good. I started rocking my hips, just a little at first, suddenly going from being bored and a little concerned about my predicament to being aroused again. I couldn’t help it, soon I was squirming and writhing, trying to get more of the sensations, slowly edging closer. Then Alice returned.

She was dressed a little incongruously in an innocent-looking white sundress. The bed lurched as she perched beside me. “Oh my, what am I going to do with you?”

She slipped a sleep mask over my eyes, blindfolding me. She started tracing her fingers over my belly. “Mmm, just listen to my voice, you can’t resist it…” She murmured, her fingers edging down. She pressed down over my clit, taut and exposed, my sex split as it was by the huge phallus. “Up. Down. Up,” she breathed, stroking slowly. I lost focus somewhere, only to come to with a sense of the most sublime satisfaction, feeling wide awake and alert.

Alice was loosening my ties at my feet, and then gently eased out the toy, making me moan. My arms were released next, and she gathered me into a hug. “Mmm, you’re back. I was worried that was too much for you!” I mumbled into the gag. “Silly doll!” I quivered in a startling burst of arousal. Alice tweaked one of my stiff nipples. “Don’t talk with your mouth full!” She laughed and slipped off the mask. She started to unbuckle the gag. “Ready?” I nodded. “It will be sore at first, until you get used to it.” I raised an eyebrow. I was going to get used to being gagged?

She gently eased out the ball, and I closed my aching jaw with a wince, my stretched lips feeling puckered. That wasn’t the only soreness I found though as she helped me up. “Ok, let’s get you cleaned up.” She gave me a gentle kiss and guided me to the bathroom. I felt my ass twitch against the plug with each aching step.

The bathroom scene was perfectly normal, with her latex catsuit dripping over the bath, and a sink full of strap-on harness. Nothing to see here…

I stepped into the shower. I felt around the flanged base of the plug and started to ease it out. It was a strangely erotic sensation, as my ass finally gave it up. I gave it a perfunctory wash, before handing it to Alice. She dropped it and the phallus into a jar full of blue fluid and left me to finish washing.

When I was done, I wrapped a towel around myself and another for my hair and walked a little awkwardly back into the living space. Alice was once again sitting with her tablet and a mug of coffee. She had added black fishnets and Doc Martens, and enough chunky silver to sink a ship, managing to turn the summery white dress into a pin-up goth outfit. She looked up, brightening the room with an open, easy smile.

“How are you feeling?” she asked. “Coffee?”

“Yes, please.” I hesitated, “Um…” She laughed.

“Only whilst we’re in scene, darling. I’m just Alice for now.” I smiled in weak relief. I felt like I still wanted to call her “Miss,” though. What was that about?

“Thank you.” I took the offered coffee. “I don’t know what to say. Last night and this morning were…” I fumbled for the words. “Just incredible.” I shrugged. “But…”

“What is it?” She leaned forward, a look of concern on her face. “It’s okay, you can tell me. Was there something we did that you didn’t like?” I pulled myself onto the bar stool opposite her.

“N-no, I mean, I am a little sore…” Heat rushed into my face. Alice waited while I collected my thoughts. I leaned in, my eyes pleading for understanding. “It’s just…” I waved a hand, then blurted everything out. “It’s only been a couple of days, really, but you have me falling so hard, and I’m scared of what it might mean. Why me? I mean, look at you, look at this” – I gestured at the apartment – “you’re far too good for me.”

“Ohhh, doll.” I gasped as a rush of arousal made my nipples tingle under the towel. “You’re just adorable.”

She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. “You’re safe with me, I won’t let you go. We’ve only just started!” She smiled. “I guess you’ve missed your lectures again?” I giggled.

“I’ll borrow the notes, Jen usually covers for me,” I said.

“Is she another flatmate?” Alice asked.

“No, a friend on my course.” I must have looked pensive. “I have to face Bee at my flat. God, she was so nasty at the club.” Alice put her mug down.

“You could move in here?” My heart skipped a beat.

“W-what?” I couldn’t parse it for a moment. “Move in? With you? Here?” Alice rolled her eyes.

“Yes, silly. Here. With me. Look, we can just go and grab some of your stuff. I assume your rent is paid for the year anyway, right? You can keep most of your stuff there. If it doesn’t work out, then it’s no loss, is it? You can decide whether you need your own place again before the rent runs out.” She paused and leaned across to kiss me. “I don’t think you will though. Get dressed and let’s go pack a bag.”

I found my thong and the pink PVC dress scrunched up in a corner of the bedroom. I didn’t remember taking it off at all. I took one look at the thong and decided I couldn’t wear it again. “Um, have you got any underwear I could borrow?”

“With those hips? I doubt it! Oh wait, I have just the thing.” A devilish gleam shone in her eyes. She opened a cupboard as I pulled on the dress, its tightness smoothing out the wrinkles. There was no sign of stretching from the previous evening, it would be good for another day. Maybe after a wash, anyway.

“Catch!” Something slapped wetly against my side. “Oops, sorry!” I looked down at the splodge of latex on the bed in horror, picking it up between thumb and forefinger.

“I can’t wear these!” I protested.

“Don’t make me insist, doll. At least try them on.” I felt the familiar quiver of pleasure at her nickname for me. It seemed like a reasonable suggestion, didn’t it? Just to try them on? I held out the shiny red latex thong, the two toys glued into the gusset jostling for position as I stepped in. The toys weren’t very thick but looked quite long to me. The vaginal plug was a little bigger – a straight, veined phallus, with a little flex. The rear one was stiffer – a smooth ovoid with a narrow throat. There was some texturing between them and a thicker patch in front of them both.

They were already greasily lubed, so I ruched up my skirt, pushed my butt back and nestled the tips into position. I started pressing them in, biting my bottom lip at the titillating sensation as I hooked up the waistband over my hips to hold them in place.

Here I was, the girl who’d never seen a buttplug before last night, and never used a dildo, wearing these obscene panties. The latex was thin, but tight, and the thong line was a little noticeable as I pulled down my hem to cover it. I gave a shocked cry as they suddenly started vibrating. Alice grinned evilly as she moved her finger over the face of her phone, and the vibrations increased to a high intensity. My knees almost buckled as the arousing vibes spread tingles throughout my body.

“No! No! Turn them off! Please!” I begged.

“Aw, ok doll, perhaps a lower setting would feel nicer.” My lashes fluttered as the intensity dropped. And it did feel nice - pleasantly arousing.

“Mmm, ok, oh that is rather nice. Thank you, mi… I mean Alice.” I saw her smirk in delight.

“Good doll,” I flushed at the rush of pleasure. “Why don’t you keep them on? And listen! You can hardly hear the vibes at all!” She handed me my coat.

Moving Out

I wiped a little drool from the comer of my mouth, as I struggled clumsily into my pink jacket and shoved my feet into my trainers. Was I really doing this?

I headed for the door, but Alice stopped me and guided me instead to a panelled wall, where she pressed what I’d assumed was a light switch. The panel slid aside with a whisper, revealing a lift.

“We’ll take a car.”

The lift opened onto the basement, revealing a large garage with a row of cars lined up inside. I just stood there for a second, staring.

“You won’t need to bring much, will you?” Alice said. “Clothes, laptop, wash kit…” She counted them off on her fingers. “Anything else?”

I shrugged. “Probably my course notes and textbooks,” I said with a nervous laugh. “If you’ll let me do any studying.”

“Of course. It can’t be orgasms all day.” She smiled. “Your studies are very important, and I have work too. You’ll have time.”

I found myself wondering, not for the first time, what work she actually did apart from the club.

“Okay,” she said. “We’ll take the Porsche.”

“These are all yours?” I asked, wide-eyed.

She laughed.

“Yes. One for every occasion.” She patted the bonnet of a modern Mini as we passed it. “You can drive, right?”

I nodded.

“I’ll get you added to this one so you can take it to class.”

I climbed into the passenger seat; the interior was all soft black leather. I got a bit of a shock as I sat on the pulsing vibes. “Ohh, fuck me!” I blurted. Alice pulled out her phone and dialled up the vibes, turning me into a quivering mess. She laughed in delight, leaning over and buckling my seat belt for me as I moaned and squirmed.

“That’s for the bad language!” She pulled away and headed up the hill to the university campus. I was begging for mercy, barely coherent as we pulled up into the nearest carpark. Thankfully Alice dialled down the vibes to the minimum, and I was able to catch my breath before getting out of the car. Alice tutted at the wet patch I’d left on the seat, dabbing it with a tissue.

“That’s your fault!” I said.

“Fair, but I’ll still punish you for it later.”

“Promises, promises,” I taunted.

“Fact,” she said with a leer. “Right, which one’s you?”

I hoped that no-one was in as I entered my flat. Just my luck, my room was at the end of the hall, and I had to pass the communal area to get to it.

“Oh my god, talk about the walk of shame!” Bee was in the kitchen as we passed through. I blushed – her grating voice cut through my arousal. “Oh, and the bitchfriend too. Fucking dykes.”

I started to stammer a response, but Alice placed a warning hand on my shoulder. She stepped around the counter to face Bee.

“You must be Bee. I’ve heard so much about you!” she said brightly. She opened her purse and handed Bee a black business card with gold lettering. “I’m Alice. Now, if I hear one more word out of you, I’ll have you banned from every club, bar, pub and café in this town.” She stepped back and took a snap with her phone before Bee could protest.

Bee started to open her mouth. Alice lifted a finger. “Uhh-uh. Just say one word.” Her thumb hovered over the screen.

For once, Bee wisely stayed silent, though the look on her face was ugly. I couldn’t bear to look at her for long. My skin was still burning with the humiliation of what she’d said, and even with Alice standing there, calm and immaculate and utterly in control, I felt wrung out by it. But underneath the shame was something else too: a fierce, guilty pulse of pride. Alice had stepped in for me, publicly, decisively. I mattered. Even so, when Bee’s eyes followed me down the corridor, full of spite and promise, I couldn’t shake the fear that this wouldn’t be over that easily.

I packed quickly, wanting to be out of there before anything else could happen, before Bee found her voice again or I lost my nerve. Alice helped me fill my case, coolly deciding what made the cut and what didn’t. I changed out of the pink dress, but she wouldn’t let me take off the thong, threatening to turn the vibes up again, so I chose a pale blue plaid pleated skirt, thinking any shorts or trousers would show a wet patch far too easily. I added one of my newly fitted bras and a cropped white gypsy blouse on top. Even though I packed light, I didn’t end up returning to that room until I had to empty it properly at the end of the year.

On the way home, Alice drove us out to a country pub, and we spent a couple of quiet hours over a pint and a sandwich in the beer garden. I was still shaky, still embarrassed when I thought about Bee, still half-expecting my socials to flare up with some new problem, but every time I looked across at Alice, I felt that warm, deep swell of relief again. I was with her. No, I was hers.

Alice started to tease me with the vibes again, until she eventually made me cum, gripping the planks of the picnic bench, trying not to cry out in public. I got a few odd looks, which had me blushing furiously, but Alice just smiled and told me that I was adorable.

When we got back to her flat, Alice made some space in her wardrobes and a drawer for me, by transferring some of her things into her spare room. I hadn’t been in that room before, but other than a slightly suspicious faint smell of rubber, it was perfectly normal. The room was done in pristine white cotton, the double frame bed occupying the centre of the wall opposite the window, with a dressing table under the window that I could use for my study space.

Finally, I had another shower, pulling out the toys as I stripped off the thong under the water and cleaned it off thoroughly. The whole thing went into the blue jar. That evening, I changed into my old pyjamas, although Alice grumbled and said she’d have to get me some proper sleepwear, resplendent as she was in her retro silk teddy and long open gown. We snuggled up on the sofa and channel surfed until we found something we both liked.

“I’m proud of you.” She said after a while.

“Why, what do you mean?” I asked, curious.

“You’ve just taken to this so well.”

“Mmm, well, I’ve really enjoyed it. I love being your doll.” I shrugged. “I don’t know why, but every time you say that I get so aroused. I think I must be very suggestible when I get that horny.”

“You do seem to be, doll.” I gave a soft ‘mmm.’ “Tell me what you liked most.”

“Oh, God.” I gesticulated wildly, “All of it!” I squirmed against her. “I’ve never been so aroused, so full of pleasure. And the orgasms! Oh my god, I never knew they could be like that.” I stopped and thought. “I think I liked your lessons most tho, Miss Alice.”

“Mmm, well then, doll, I want you to listen very carefully.” She turned me to face her. “Focus.” And I did, she became the centre of all my attention. “You’ll continue your studies. Don’t miss any more lectures. Listen to your teachers, do the work you need to do to succeed at your degree. But when you’re home, here at the flat, you will be my doll. You’re going to be my real life, living sex-doll. When you get home, you’ll dress as I please, do what I say and call me ‘Miss Alice.’ Do you understand, Harriett?” I nodded.

“Good doll. What are you?”

“I’m your doll, Miss Alice.”

“Good doll. It makes you happy, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Miss Alice, it makes me very happy.”

“Good doll. It makes you horny too, doesn’t it”

“Mmm, ohh, so horny, Miss Alice.”

“Good doll. Being obedient gives you pleasure, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Miss Alice, obedience is pleasure.”

“Mmm, such a good doll, you don’t need to think when you’re with me. There is only pleasure.”

“Yes, Miss Alice, only pleasure.”

“Good doll. Now masturbate and repeat ‘I’m a good doll. Good dolls are obedient. Obedience is pleasure,’ until you cum.” And so I did.

Pain and Pleasure

I woke up to the sound of Alice’s alarm, feeling surprisingly well rested, her arm draped protectively over me as she rolled over and groaned, rubbing her eyes. She shut off the alarm and then gave me a squeeze and kissed the back of my neck.

“Rise and shine, lover. How are you feeling?” she asked. I stretched and turned over.

“Mmm, good, but I could stay here all day!”

She gave me a squeeze and slid out of bed. “You have lectures, and I have to visit another office today. I’m afraid I’ll be late back.” I pouted. “Remember what I said last night.” She said as she headed to the bathroom. “Student by day, my doll at home. If you’re quick, you can use the shower in the spare room, and I can drop you at campus on my way.” I shrugged off the frisson of arousal at the word ‘doll,’ and headed for the other shower.

I finished quickly and waited for Alice as she finished up in the bedroom. I’d selected some running leggings and a cropped hoodie. It didn’t seem cold enough for a coat. I fingered it wistfully. I could see what Alice liked about the glossy fabric. I decided to slip into it anyway.

As I pushed my feet into my white runners, Alice appeared at the bedroom door. “Ready to go?”

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My day flew by. Rather than feeling tired or behind after yesterday with Alice, I felt oddly switched on, alert and well rested. Once my morning classes were done, I borrowed Jen’s notes and filled her in on the gossip.

Yes, I was seeing the punk girl from the club. No, I hadn’t exactly known I was into girls either. Bi, probably. And yes, it was going very well. Jen wanted details, of course. What was it like? Sublime, I said, and immediately flushed. She told me I looked different too, in a good way, and said she loved the new style. I laughed it off, but secretly I glowed.

I copied up her notes in the library, did a bit of reading around the topic, and even dug out a couple of related past-paper questions to check I’d understood everything properly. My phone buzzed with a voice note from Alice. It sounded as though she was on hands-free in the car.

“Harriett, darling. I hope you’re having a good day. Look, I’ve finished up earlier than expected, but I’m going to stop by the warehouse on the way home and see if I can pick a few things up for you. I should be home around six. I left something out on the bed, be a good doll and pop them on for me. I’d love to see what they look like on you. Muahh.” She kissed theatrically down the phone. “Love you.”

I quivered. She didn’t love me. It was just something people said, wasn’t it? A sign-off. A habit.

I checked the time. I had a tutorial until about half past three, but I’d be back at the flat soon after four. Plenty of time to shower and change. I packed up my things and headed over to the engineering block. I found Jen, handed back her notes with thanks and a promise to keep her updated, and then we split off to our respective tutor groups.

I was on fire in the session. I answered cleanly, asked all the right questions, and for once felt as though my brain was moving faster than everyone else’s. At the end, though, the professor asked me to stay behind.

“I was a little surprised by your sudden change in style,” she said, in the careful tone of someone trying not to sound disapproving and only half managing it. “But your work today was very good. I’m impressed. Keep it up.”

I felt myself blush, though whether from pride or embarrassment I wasn’t quite sure.

She hesitated, then added, “You do seem rather more… noticeable than usual. Please try not to be too distracting for the other students though.”

For a second, I just stood there, hot all over. It was such an old-fashioned thing to say that I almost laughed, except I was too busy wanting the floor to open up beneath me. I muttered something polite and escaped as quickly as I could, suddenly far more aware of myself: the hair, the clothes, the make-up, all of it. Alice’s choices. Or mine, really – though I wasn’t completely sure how true that still was.

After a short bus ride into town, I hurried up the hill to the flat. I still didn’t quite think of it as home yet. Smiling to myself, I replayed Alice’s message, then sent a quick reply.

“On my way home. I’ll be waiting for you. H” I backtracked and deleted the H and replaced it with “Your doll.” I fished the keys Alice had given me out of my bag and entered the flat. I stopped at the spare room to ditch my stuff and poured myself a glass of water in the kitchen. It was strange being in the flat without Alice. I had an urge to explore, but I also didn’t want to overreach. I finished my glass and put it down on the counter and headed to the bed­room where my assignment awaited.

Latex. A pair of black stockings, a pair of long gloves, and a hood. The hood had large eyeholes and a mouth that would frame my lips. It had a tubular section on top and a baffled zip from the tip of the tube to the nape of the neck. The ball-gag lay on top, and a pair of black patent platform ankle boots with a wicked heel. And that was it. Nothing to cover my body at all. I fingered the latex, finding it greasy and supple, but not at all unpleasant.

I took off my clothes and had a quick shower, then started to dress. Not counting the obscene thong, I’d never worn latex before, other than gloves in the labs, and I’d handled condoms like any other giggling high-school girl in sex-ed. I didn’t really know what to expect. It was both thinner than I had thought, but also a good deal thicker than medical gloves. It was all greasily lubed. Somehow, I knew already that people either preferred to use talc or lube as a dressing aid. I guess Alice was a lube person.

I figured that it would be easier to start with the stockings, so I picked one and gathered it up until I could push my foot into the sock. It was quite snug over my ankle, but once that was done, it was a simple case of releasing the gather as I pulled it up. As I smoothed out the wrinkles and it warmed up, I was surprised at how comfortable and tactile it was. It felt so sexy! I pulled on the strap and managed to buckle in the loose end; I imagined it was a bit tighter around my thigh than it would have been on Alice’s. The strap was about an inch thick, and dug into my upper thigh a little, but it held up the stocking and stopped it rolling back down. I put on the other one, marvelling at how they made my legs look. Who knew that dressing for sex was so arousing! I ran my fingers over the smooth surface, letting the thin latex pop and snap as it rippled.

I looked at the other items. I figured I’d do the gloves last as they would make the straps difficult to fasten, and the boots might hurt my feet, so the hood and gag next, but which came first? Did you put the hood on over the gag to prevent access, or the gag over the hood so it could be released easily? Or was it purely an aesthetic? In which case, what did Alice prefer? I picked up my phone. “Quick Q, Miss A: Hood over gag or gag over hood.” Three flashing dots appeared immediately “Adorable doll. Hood first.” More flashing dots. “Send me pictures, I can’t wait until I get home!”

I picked up the hood; it looked straight-forward, but I needed to sort my hair out first. I found some elastic ties in the bottom of my jewellery box and spent some time gathering my hair into a high pony-tail, securing it with a tie as close as I could to my scalp, and then decided to plait it into a single, thick braid. I tied it off with a second tie, gratified to see that even with the topknot, my hair reached down to the middle of my back.

It wasn’t as easy to fit the hood by myself as I thought. It was quite tight, and I had trouble matching the ends of the zip without getting the baffle in the way. I persevered and was finally rewarded, after much tugging and tucking, with a snug fit. I adjusted it in the mirror, so that the eye, nostril and mouth holes all aligned properly and symmetrically. I turned my head and pouted at myself in the minor. Not only did it feel fantastic, but the tight latex around my mouth also pushed my lips out seductively, as big as when I was wearing that lipstick. Why not? I found it on the dresser, and carefully applied it, exaggerating my lip line, feeling the familiar tingle as they plumped up.

“Oh my God!” I thought to myself. “This must be what they call ‘cock sucking lips’.”

Ever so carefully I lifted the ball to my wide-open mouth and settled it between my teeth, taking care not to mess up my freshly applied lipstick. I dug around in my vanity case and came up with some false lashes, which I carefully fitted. Then I carefully applied makeup worthy of an Insta filter around my eyes. I wiped off the powdery residue from the glossy latex with a corner of the towel.

I looked at myself critically, trying not to drool around the gag. I adjusted the neck-strap, and threaded it through the buckle at the font, sealing the latex snugly against my skin, a subtle but insistent pressure. Then I lifted my phone, and snapped a few selfies, selected one at an angle that showed off my full lips around the gag, and sent it off to Alice.

“Wow, Wow, WOW!!” Her response came back straight away, followed by a string of emojis. “My gorgeous doll!”

This time the frisson of arousal made my belly flutter and my nipples tingle. The hood felt fantastic, and with Alice’s response, I imagined they were going to be a big part of my future. I checked the time. After 5 pm already. I laced myself into the heels, then started to pull on the gloves. It wasn’t as difficult as I imagined, and I was soon buckled up, arms sheathed in glossy blackness. They felt good as well, and I couldn’t resist running them over my naked skin. Bliss.

I resisted the urge to take it to the next level and decided to wait in the main living area for Alice to return. I stood and took a wobbly step. Oh my God, I wasn’t going to get far in these heels. I swiped a hand towel from the bathroom and headed gingerly to the bedroom door. I stopped as I caught my reflection in the dressing mirror. The heels accentuated my calves and lifted my rounded buttocks, above healthy-looking thighs. The long, liquid stockings came up to a few inches below my crotch, the thigh-straps giving me a hands-span gap. My sparsely furred crotch was fully exposed, puffy with arousal and glistening wetly in the bedroom lights. My back was a little arched, heavy breasts thrust forward, nipples standing firm and proud. Above my collared neck, my head was a glossy black dome, hair spilling out the top. My full, thick lips were a ring of shocking pink around the black ball. I knew I should be feeling disturbed, degraded, but I was hot, making myself more and more horny as I stared at my reflection. Whatever I was, I decided I loved it!

I forced myself to break my erotic reverie, and opened the door, tip-tapping with tiny, unsteady steps across the room. I shot a few nervous looks through the open curtains of the panoramic window, but there were no overlooking buildings or people in the parkland below. I reached the breakfast bar and used it to steady myself, spread the towel over the bar stool, and settled down to wait, thumbing through my phone.

My thoughts naturally gravitated to Alice. I wondered what she’d do when she saw me. Images of strapons and hitachis kept my nipples perky and my pussy dripping until the whirr of the lift broke me out of my daydream. I stood, and leaned against the bar, in full view of the entrance, assuming what I hoped was a sexy pose, with my hip cocked and an arm bent to rest my fingers on my shoulder, the other elbow resting on the counter-top.

The ding of the arriving lift struck me as oddly incongruous. Then the doors slid open, and there was Alice, flustered and laden with bags.

I stepped forward to help and immediately lost my balance on the tall platform heels. Alice’s smile flashed into horror, then relief, as I somehow managed to save myself from sprawling across the floor. A second later, she burst out laughing at my efforts. It wasn’t exactly the sexy first impression I’d been hoping for, though at least the gag muffled my expletive. Then she was there, dumping the bags by the door and helping me back to my feet.

“Like a giraffe on ice,” she laughed. “How is my beautiful doll?” She stroked my cheek, then my neck, fingertips grazing my braid before drifting lower over my bare skin.

“Mmmpph,” I managed, batting my lashes as heat rushed through me and straight into my face.

“Mmm, I bet you are.” She smiled broadly. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

My heart just melted.

“What am I going to do with you?” She tilted her head, looking me over with that amused little smile. “You can start by getting me a drink. How about a G&T?”

She gave me no further instructions, so I glanced around the room. There was a drinks cabinet against the far wall of the living area, with shelves above it lined with glasses. Alice gathered up her bags and disappeared into the bedroom. A moment later I heard cupboards clatter, then the hiss of the shower, as I picked my way carefully over to the cabinet and pulled out a wide fishbowl glass.

I’d done some bar work in first year, so at least this part was familiar. Inside the cabinet I found a bottle of expensive gin and carried it back to the breakfast bar with the glass – taking tiny careful steps. There were limes in the fruit bowl, and after a brief rummage I found a small chopping board with a little martini-glass decal in one corner. I sliced a couple of wedges, got tonic from the fridge door, and used the ice dispenser on the front to fill the glass halfway. Then I poured a double, squeezed in the lime, dropped the wedges into the bowl, and topped it up with tonic.

When I was done, I straightened the bottles and ingredients in case she wanted another, then wiped down the surface, wanting everything to look neat and effortless. By the time the glass had started to mist with condensation, Alice came back into the room. I was a little disappointed to see her wearing a fluffy white robe, towelling her hair.

A mysterious silk bag was slung over her shoulder, which she deposited on the arm of the sofa, and then plopped down after it. I gave the glass a stir, then headed over to her with it. I’d seen on one of those fashion shows how models walked in high heels, and tried it out, planting one foot in-line with the other, swaying my hips. Alice’s face took on that hungry look, smiling widely as I approached, shifting her position on the couch. I bent from the hips as I passed her the drink, my breasts dangling pendulously behind the glass.

She watched me over the rim of the glass as she took a sip, “Oh, that’s good! Really good! I’d keep you here just for that,” she laughed, her eyes twinkling. Unable to say anything, I made a little curtsy. “Aw, you are so adorable. I just can’t get over it.” She sat upright. “Come here,” she said, holding her arms out. I knelt a single knee on the sofa and leaned into her hug. “Mmm, I want to kiss you so badly, but we have another lesson to teach you first!”

She gave me a tug and I over-balanced, falling across her lap with a muffled cry. I started to right myself, but she held me down with a light pressure on the small of my back. “It’s ok, that’s just where I want you. “She rubbed my buttocks, kneading gently, her fingers easing down into my cleft, gliding between my open folds, wet with arousal. I quivered and moaned into the gag, feeling myself clench around her probing fingers as she teased me up to the edge, holding me there for a while as I writhed, humping my hips, eager for the release of orgasm, when she pulled her fingers away.

I mmphed into the gag in frustration, giving my hips what I hoped was a sexy shimmy. A rustle of silk. I tried to turn my head to see what she was doing, but the hand on my back moved to my head, pushing it down against the cushion. I started to protest when – THWACK! The spank landed with startling ferocity, the sharp sting making me squeal in pain and fear. I struggled instinctively, but she held me down, her fingers gliding soothingly over my bruised skin. “Hush now, relax.” She resumed her rubbing, until the paddle landed smartly on my other buttock, and I wailed into the gag, writhing on her lap. “Stay still, only a few more.” WHAM! My body bucked, tensing as I mewled in muffled whimpers. She stroked me until I relaxed a little and then landed another sharp spank. My buttocks felt hot as the sting faded into a glowing ache.

“A reward is no good, unless you know what punishment is,” she explained, stroking me gently. Another walloping spank, and I gave a strangled sob, my eyes watering. “And knowing what punishment is makes the anticipation of reward all the sweeter.” Another spank landed, and my tears started flowing properly. “And soon punishment becomes a reward all by itself.”

Alice caressed my stinging red buttocks, her fingers gliding over them. I felt something drizzle over my skin, and she was soon giving long, languid strokes, as the sting faded into a warm glow. I sniffed to clear my nose, blew drool around the gag, and gave a buck as her fingers found my folds again, soon I was moaning in pleasure, hands gripping the cushions. I wanted to be angry, furious at my treatment, but oh God, I was so horny. She relentlessly pushed me over the edge, her free hand pushing a plug into my ass as I came, my quivering bud sucking it in as I gave a half cry, half grunt, shaking and shuddering in her lap.

She gathered me up in her arms as my quivering subsided, holding me close, cooing in my ear. She pulled a blanket over the back of the sofa, and wrapped it around us, as I nuzzled into the hollow of her neck. I felt her fingers on the back of my head and the gag loosened. I raised my head to look at her as she gently eased the ball out from between my teeth and brushed away the streaks of tears that had made my makeup run. “How are you feeling?” She asked.

I drew in a shuddering breath, hesitating a long moment before I replied. “Confused,” I offered. She gave me a squeeze.

“Was it too much?”

“I don – I don’t know.” I stammered. I paused for a moment, then looked up at her. “I was so horny, so full of anticipation, and then so hurt, and angry, and now I think I love you.” It all came out in a rush.

“Ohh, my adorable doll.” I quivered. She lifted my chin with her knuckle and planted a hot kiss on my chafed lips, driving all my conflicted thoughts away. “I think I love you too.”

We snuggled and traded small, delicate kisses and squeezes for an eternity, then eventually Alice rose to get a drink. She instructed me to rest and relax as she busied herself in the kitchen. She brought me back a glass of water and then handed me a large glass of wine, and we went back to snuggling and kissing, as we half-watched a tv-show. After the wine was long gone, I felt her gentle pressure on my shoulder, and I knew what she wanted.

I traced warm, wet kisses and little licks down over her body, as she lay supine with the robe open. As she lifted a leg over the back of the couch, I delved between her legs, my hooded cheek grazing her thigh. I found I enjoyed it more this time – the feeling of her body responding as I teased out her most sensitive spots, lifted my own arousal in turn. Soon I was nuzzling her clit, licking and sucking on her swollen flesh hungrily until her cries broke and she bucked and twisted beneath me, writhing like a caged animal.

After her ecstatic cries had faded, she pulled me back up and squeezed me tightly. I felt her racing heartbeat subside, as I lay blissfully against her body. After what seemed like another blissful age, she stirred, and I eased off to give her space and some respite from my weight. Alice sighed and stretched, then got up off the sofa and took my hand, I followed after her as we went to the bedroom. Stepping into the ensuite, she stood me in front of the mirror, squinting under the bright lights.

“Before we get in the shower, a little tip for you.” She unbuckled the strap at my throat, and unzipped the hood, and pulled it away from my face – the imprint of the hood was clearly visible on my face around my mouth and eyes, and the strap marks on my neck. “These lines take ages to go away, never wear latex to bed unless you can cover up the areas, or you don’t plan to do anything the next day…”

She helped me with the other buckles and peeled me out of the latex and dropped them in the basket before leading me into the shower. Later, I sank gratefully into the silky bed, snuggled up protectively in Alice’s arms, feeling wonderfully satisfied as we drifted off to sleep.

Home Again

Dreams had me running from something I couldn’t escape. Running and getting nowhere, whilst what was chasing me lost focus and became a diffused presence. There was no sense of threat, and in a lucid moment, I stopped trying to run, turning back to my pursuer to find myself in a warm glow of arousal, that built and built towards a crescendo.

My eyes fluttered open as my orgasm broke, Alice’s gentle ministrations meeting me at the point of climax. A delighted smile played across her lips. Her short hair was muzzed and dishevelled, yet she still seemed to me the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I moaned as the seismic shivers subsided and turned to nuzzle into her warmth as she cooed and stroked my hair.

We lay like that for a long time, until the alarm shocked me out of my fugue. I groaned. “I’d better get up,” I said sleepily.

Alice murmured something, stretched languidly, and rolled over, pulling the duvet around herself as I padded off to the shower.

By the time I came out of the bathroom, Alice was sprawled across the bed, snoring softly. I gathered some clothes, dressed quietly, and slipped out into the living room. I’d found the mugs and worked out the coffee machine when Alice appeared in the doorway in the short gown I’d borrowed before. She came over, kissed me, and fetched another mug. Then she lifted a fold of silk to her nose and took a deep breath.

“Smells of you,” she said with a grin. “Busy day?”

“Thursdays are the worst,” I said. “I’ve got, like, six hours of lectures and don’t finish until after four.” I sighed. “And I should probably go to the library after.”

“My heart bleeds,” Alice laughed. “I’ll be working from here today. Try to be back by six, hmm? Is that okay? I’ll get some food in.”

Something in me caught for a second at that, at the small, neat boundary that had suddenly been laid down over my student independence.

“Sure. Earlier if I can.” I smiled, a little shyly.

She gave me a squeeze, then rummaged in a drawer and came up with a set of car keys with an e-tag fob attached, explaining that I’d need it to access the lift.

“The cars are rigged for the garage doors. You just need to get up close and they’ll open. Any problems, give me a call.”

She gave me a long, lingering kiss, and I headed off to the lift, still faintly astonished by my new-found bounty.

I headed to the garage and clicked the fob to unlock up the mini – the tone echoed in the space as its lights flashed. I settled into the driver’s seat and spent a moment figuring out the controls, then pushed the button to start. It purred to life, and I gingerly manoeuvred it out of the garage, gaining confidence as I went.

When I’d parked up at the university, I realised I had much more time than usual, so I walked across to the campus coffee shop. A strange, dreamlike sensation came over me as I passed the buildings and the other students moving through their usual morning routines. It all felt oddly surreal, as though I’d stepped out of another life for the night and was now slipping back into this one, letting the prosaic student world settle over my shoulders again.

“Harriett!”

Jen startled me out of my musings as she fell into step beside me. “Oh my God, how do you look so fresh at this time in the morning?”

I laughed at her exaggerated, round-shouldered slouch. “Sleeping well, I guess.”

“I bet you are.” She nudged me conspiratorially. “So, how’s it going?”

“Oh my God, it’s amazing.” We reached the counter. I knew what Jen would want “A latte, please –” I said turning to her.

“Extra shot,” Jen cut in.

“Make that two,” I said, smiling. Then, lowering my voice a little, “You know she’s working from home today? She let me drive her car up to campus.”

“You lucky bitch. What do I have to do to pull a rich sugar mummy?”

I blushed hard. “It’s not like that. She’s just… we…”

Jen stared at me for half a second, then groaned. “Oh my God, you’re in love with her. Oh, girl, I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“So do I,” I said quietly. “Believe me, so do I.”

Not for the first time, I found myself wondering what Alice saw in me. Jen made a few vague reassurances after that, and the conversation drifted onto more ordinary topics before we split off for lectures.

The day passed quickly, and once again I found my focus. It was almost enjoyable, studying with that kind of clarity. I made a mental note to go back over some of my earlier lecture notes later; I had a feeling they’d make a lot more sense now.

I fended off a few questions from course mates about Friday and the weekend, uncertain about what Alice would want me to do. I also had to field a message from one of my old flatmates asking why she hadn’t seen me for a few days. I blamed it on Bee and said I’d moved in with a friend in town. It was basically true, wasn’t it?

All day I found myself watching the clock, itching to head back. I thought briefly about going to the library, but there was no work due in, and I felt up to speed on the latest topic. So when the last lecture finished, I made my quick goodbyes, promised to get in touch about Friday night, and hurried off.

After I’d parked up, I noticed for the first time that there were two other floors marked on the lift console between the basement and the penthouse apartment. I stared at them for a moment, wondering if Alice owned those too, and what might be on them. It felt like overstepping to go poking around without her, so I reached for the penthouse button instead.

My finger hovered.

I wondered what she was doing. I was earlier than I’d said I’d be. I checked my watch: just after five. That would be fine, surely. So why did I suddenly feel so nervous?

When the lift opened into the apartment, Alice was pacing by the window, talking animatedly into her phone. She held up one finger in my direction without really looking at me. Wait. One minute. Quiet. The meaning was clear enough.

I padded meekly over to the spare room and dropped off my books. Then I hovered there for a moment, not quite sure what to do with myself. I felt like a spare part, unsettled by the sense that I still didn’t fully belong here.

Eventually I cracked the door open again. Alice caught my eye and flashed me a quick smile, then reached for a formal pad and scrawled something down with her pen. “Shower. Wait. Naked,” it said when she turned it for me to see. Okay then.

By the time I was done in the shower, the sound of the phone call was over too, but I could hear Alice clattering about in the room. I spent some time drying my hair and then settled myself on one of the floor cushions in the bedroom whilst I waited.

My mind was racing. I felt I needed to say something, to understand what our relationship was really about, what future did it have? Was I really what Alice wanted, or was I just a plaything? And a small, rebellious part of me said, “…and would that be so bad?”

The door swung open, and Alice walked in, her face splitting into a delighted smile as she padded across in her socks. “Mmm, my beautiful doll,” she said. All my concerns fled away as she stepped up close. I raised myself to my knees, with a flutter in my belly, my nipples tingling as they stiffened. I felt such a wave of adoration as I looked up at her, a tear leaked from my eye.

“Oh, Harriett,” she murmured as I leaned in, clutching at her hips, my face against her thigh. She stroked my hair as I quivered there for a moment, then gently detached my hands and knelt down, taking my face in her hands, and giving me a long, lingering kiss. I could sense something of her arousal, her hunger, in her kiss, and the movement of her fingers against my scalp as I pulled myself in to press tightly against her body. It seemed such an effort to break apart, and when she did, I found myself leaning forward, chasing her mouth.

“Come on,” she said brightly, “let’s get you dressed!” She pulled me up to my feet, and started hunting around in a set of drawers, where I guessed she’d hidden the contents of her haul from the other day. A bubble-gum pink catsuit, a black corset and the high heeled platforms from last night, and another mass of strappy latex were slung over the back of a chair, A bit more rummaging and then she dangled a familiar red latex thong in front of me, together with some lube. “These first!”

Once the toys were nestled in place, she showed me how to use the dressing aid with the latex. I was amazed at how a little lube went a long way, and then I was pushing my foot into the attached sock and Alice helped pull it up. The suit was much thicker than the black stockings I’d worn the other night, the elastic embrace applying a noticeable resistance to my movements.

Something about the way it settled about my shape and slid over my skin was powerfully erotic. It wasn’t until I was pushing my arms into the sleeves that I realised that there were two cut-outs in the front, through which my breasts started to extrude. Alice tugged on the rear zip, pulling it up to my neck and then helped manipulate my breasts through the openings, the narrow throat making them seem to swell like balls on my chest.

The corset went on next, squeezing my waist and thrusting my breasts out even further. That was another first for me – I’d never worn a corset before. The snug embrace took my breath away as Alice tugged on the strings. Combined with the suit, I had a feeling of safety – like wearing body armour – I don’t know how else to describe it. Erotic, certainly, heady with the anticipation of pleasure to come, but safe.

I sat down whilst Alice handed me the long gloves and knelt to help me with the boots. I squeezed into them, taking time to work out the ripples as the latex layered over my arms. I was starting to sweat by the time it was all on, but oh! It felt so good, especially with those devilish intruders between my legs.

There was one piece left. Alice spread out the straps and had me put my arms through the space between them, crossing between my breasts and over my shoulders, another snug around my neck. She gently pulled my arms behind me and fed my gloved hands into a confining latex pouch. Loose panels of latex were wrapped around my arms, the zip tugged up, forcing my elbows together tightly. Straps were buckled and tightened, with much tugging and tinkering. Once again, I was helpless and horny, arms immobilised in the heavy binder, and teetering on platform heels so high I was scared to walk.

Alice spent a little more time rummaging in her drawers and found two more glossy patent straps. I thought she was going to use one for a collar but instead wrapped it around the base of my breast. As she buckled it tightly, it forced my distended flesh into a taut globe. Repeating it on the other, she then took her time teasing up my nipples until I was moaning in pleasure, and then quickly attached a pair of clamps, before I could react.

It took a moment before the pain made me draw in a hiss of breath. Somehow the pressure was still pleasurable, but squirming in the binder only served to keep the sting alive. I stopped trying to struggle, my eyes watering a little as Alice jostled the clamps as she attached a loose chain between them. Finally,she wrapped a silky blindfold over my eyes, and gave the chain a tug. “Come on!” I could feel the anticipation in her command.

“Yes, Mistress.” I shuffled a step forward in the direction of the tug.

“Good doll!” She sounded so pleased, my body gave an involuntary quiver, which jostled my breasts and tugged harder on the clamps. Soft vibrations started between my legs, and my knees almost buckled at my next step, pleasure and pain warring for attention, and then I was in a rhythm, one foot gingerly placed after the other, half-way between a wince and a moan. It felt like a long way, then I was being eased into a chair, the binder behind the stiff back, and then tugged down as the end was fastened down somehow. My ankles were strapped to the chair legs, and the vibes turned up. Oh, God.

Then Alice was straddling my lap, kissing me, feeding off my moans. Something was pressed against my lips. Chocolate. I bit down, Alice’s mouth against mine as she shared the morsel, a chocolate-dipped strawberry. Her gloved fingers were against my face, in between our kisses, feeding me another bite. This time a piece of Turkish delight. Grapes, brownies, other sweets, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue as my arousal built and built.

Then something else, chocolate mousse, not on a fingertip, but something more solid. I sucked instinctively as Alice started to pull it out and I realised I was sucking on a thin dildo. I didn’t care, I was so aroused, I pursed my lips around it and began to fellate it hungrily. Alice was murmuring something; I couldn’t focus, edging a climax that seemed just out of reach.

The dildo was at the back of my throat, I felt like I was going to choke. Alice gripped my hair, pulling my head back. “Swallow!” She commanded, and I did, the dildo slipping into my throat. Miracle of miracles, I didn’t choke, and I felt the rippled toy sliding deeper, then pulling back, in and out a few times before pulling it all the way out. I did retch then but managed to hold it together.

“Again,” Alice demanded, spreading more of the chocolate mousse over my lips, until I opened my mouth and she pushed it all the way in. I had no choice but to swallow, finding it slightly easier. I didn’t choke as she pulled it out. “Once more, now.” I opened my mouth and the chocolate coated dildo went in. This time she held it nestled against the back of my mouth, whilst she started rubbing between my legs with her free hand.

My over-aroused state didn’t need much encouragement to tip over the edge, and at the exact moment, she pushed the dildo into my throat again. Everything conspired against my body together: the tight latex, the squirming, struggling bondage, the toys in my nether regions, my bound and exposed breasts, the throbbing clamps on my nipples, twinging with every gasp and bounce. My dildo-stuffed throat clenched around the toy as I came, driving me into mind-melting ecstasy. The sound of Alice’s joyful cooing and laughter was deafened by my cries.

I don’t know how long I bucked and twisted, with Alice holding me tightly as my orgasm subsided. Then the toy was being pulled out of my throat, my nipples unclamped. She wiped my face with a soft cloth as she removed my blindfold.

“Mmm, back with me?” I nodded, trying to focus my eyes, and moaned as an aftershock made me quiver. “Good doll!” My hypersensitive body bucked; the flush of pleasure was almost painful.

Alice stroked my hair giving me a gentle hug, as my racing heart calmed. “You’re not quite done yet, tho,” she smiled. I looked up at her quizzically. She eased off my lap, and unstrapped me from the chair, and slowly guided me over to a sofa. She pulled a cushion onto the floor, and with gentle pressure on my shoulder, pushed me down to kneel on it. I watched as she struggled out of her leggings and leaned back, knees wide apart on the sofa in front of me. I didn’t need to be told, shuffling forward on my knees until I could lean forward, and press my face between her legs. She was so wet, and I so wanted to hear her vocalise her pleasure…

Afterwards, Alice pulled me up onto the sofa, still bound in latex, and we lay together in front of the TV. I was sated so completely, I couldn’t imagine a more contented feeling, even with her taste still smeared across her face.

Much later, undressing was almost as complicated as dressing, but I was eventually free. Somehow, I felt more naked than naked. I’d enjoyed the constant embrace of the latex. In front of the bathroom mirror, I fingered the blatant evidence on my skin – the strap marks pressed over ripples from the catsuit – before we stepped into the shower together.

Later, even the cool satin sheets felt a little rough, compared to the slick smoothness of the rubber. I mentioned the sensation, and Alice just laughed saying that I could wear it more often, or she could find alternative bedding. Or both, maybe. I fell asleep as she curled against my back, an arm draped over me possessively, her hand cupping my breast.

The Park

“What are your plans today?” Alice asked over morning coffee.

“I’ve got a tutorial this morning, but nothing else I really need to do,” I replied, distracted by the view out of the panoramic window. The feeling of being sealed inside some strange, luxurious bubble was still oddly acute. “What about you?”

“I thought we could do a picnic in the park, given it’s such a nice day.” She flashed me a brilliant smile. “Can you be back before one?”

“Sure, if I can take the car?”

“Of course. You don’t need to ask. It’s yours.” She smiled again. “Hurry back. I’ll find you something to wear.”

On the drive up to campus, I found myself wondering what outfit Alice would choose. It was warm, so I didn’t think she’d make me wear anything too outrageous. Unless, of course, she meant to show more of me off. The thought sent a little fizz through me, but it also made something else stir. It suddenly felt strange, how easily I’d let her take over those choices, how much I liked letting her. I’d always thought of myself as independent, hadn’t I? Then again, in the space of a couple of weeks she’d made me feel like a different person. I’d gone from dumpy and shy to sexy and confident. It was hard not to feel that I owed her for that.

The morning’s study passed quickly. I spent a little time in the coffee shop chatting with Jen and some of the others, making half-hearted promises to join them at the pub later, then hurried back to the flat.

Alice had indeed found something for me to wear.

The whole outfit had a sort of pastel-goth feel, but filtered through something expensive and impossibly polished, as though it had been designed by Gucci or something. It was mostly white. The long skirt was cut from iridescent nylon with the faintest pink sheen, festooned with deeper pink straps that should have looked too much and somehow didn’t. By some miracle there was nothing especially elaborate about the underwear, just a silky high-waisted white thong. The skirt sat low beneath its waistband, slanting across my hips in a way that ought to have been indecent but somehow still looked tasteful.

Next came a white PVC bandeau top with clear straps for extra support, the fabric thick and elastic enough to hold my boobs neatly in place. Over that, Alice helped me into a long-sleeved open bolero in the same shimmering fabric as the skirt.

Her hands brushed the sides of the bandeau. “I love,” she said with a mischievous grin, “the way I can see the swell of your boobs from behind!” She gave them a soft pat on each side. My nipples reacted predictably, but you could barely see under the thick fabric.

My midriff was bare from my underboob to low on my hips. I looked fabulous. I almost couldn’t believe it. The nylon felt cool and silky against my skin, and every time I moved the outfit seemed to float around me.

Then she sat me down to do my hair. She worked several thin plaits asymmetrically into it, tying them off with pink ribbons that hung among the rest of my tousled blonde. The effect gave it more volume, more texture, a sort of artful carelessness I never could have achieved on my own. After that came my make-up: pink eye shadow, glitter, and that bright lip gloss that give me that full, sexy pout. I really was her doll, wasn’t I? The thought should have unsettled me more than it did. Instead, it sent a soft little quiver of arousal through me.

Chunky white trainers finished off the look.

Alice, of course, was dressed in complete contrast. Black leather clung to her legs, and above it she wore a shimmery gunmetal tee cut on the bias, with some silvered metal-band logo across the front. On her feet were the biggest goth stompers I’d ever seen. She grabbed a short, glossy PVC biker jacket bristling with spikes and buckles, took my hand, and off we went.

She picked up a hamper as we left the room: an honest-to-God wicker basket lined with red gingham, its contents hidden beneath the cloth. It looked absurdly wholesome beside her hard-edged leather and steel. We must have made a strange pair, the fantasy rock-chick with her pink, pastel-goth bimbo girlfriend, but I felt a million dollars. Buoyant. Light. As floaty as the airy skirt brushing around my legs.

Alice regaled me with stories as we walked, making me laugh out loud, her energy utterly infectious. Every so often I caught her looking at me. Sometimes it was with that familiar hungry look, the one that made heat unfurl low in my stomach. But there was something else there too, something quieter and harder to name. A flicker of vulnerability, as if she were weighing something up and wasn’t entirely sure it would be worth the risk.

We reached the park and found a secluded spot in the dappled shade of an old oak. The Georgian terraces curved along the top of the hill, and as Alice spread out the gingham blanket I had the absurd feeling that I’d wandered into some strange modern version of an Austen novel. I basked in the sunlight for a moment, twirling once in the flouncy skirt while Alice unpacked the neat little jars and pots from the hamper.

When I looked back, she wasn’t unpacking any more. She was just watching me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

She picked up what looked like pâté on a small piece of toast. “Here, try some.”

I hitched up my skirt and hurried the few paces back into the shade, dropping down beside her so fast I nearly upset the plate. I giggled and leaned forward for a bite.

She pulled it away.

“Uh-uh,” she admonished softly. “Kiss first.”

I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers, drawing in a breath as images of last night’s erotic meal flashed through my mind. God, she made me so horny, so effortlessly. I took a bite of the morsel, and she popped the rest into her own mouth. It was delicious, of course. We talked about everything and nothing between bites, then lay back on the blanket and watched the sunlight shifting through the leaves. It had been a perfect day. It still was.

Our conversation drifted away, and I let out a soft, contented sigh. When I turned onto my side to look at her, I found her watching me again, that same pensive, almost vulnerable expression on her face.

“What is it?” I asked, a thread of uncertainty stirring in me at once. “Is everything okay?”

“Hush, of course it is.” She stroked a finger along my jaw. “I do have a confession to make, though, and I want to be honest before you decide what you want to do.”

I pushed myself up onto one elbow. “What do you mean?”

“That night we met…” she began, then hesitated before hurrying on. “I was only looking for a plaything. Someone to curl up with for the evening.”

A little frisson of fear went through me.

She looked at me properly then. “I hadn’t expected you.” She sat up too and gestured towards me, as if words alone weren’t enough. “You’re so beautiful, and yet so unassuming with it. You’re so easy to be with, so responsive, so willing to try. And the way your body reacts…” She gave a small, shaky laugh. “Oh my God, you’re so erotic. So much fun to play with. I can’t even tell you.”

She broke off and started picking at the blanket.

“But it’s not really you.” She looked up at me, her expression suddenly unreadable. “I’ve hypnotised you.”

Alice fell silent, clearly waiting for my reaction, and the pause stretched out long enough to turn uncomfortable.

“Well… you are a very hypnotic person,” I offered at last, completely nonplussed.

“You don’t understand.” She made a small, helpless gesture and sighed, looking back at me. Her eyes were dark and liquid in the shade. “I’ve hypnotised you. I used your arousal to hide what I was doing, but I did it anyway. I broke your trust and altered your mind without your permission.”

A chill crept through me, and I felt the blood drain from my face.

“W-what did you do?”

Alice lifted an arm in another vague gesture. “I made you more suggestible, more ready to accept what I wanted.” She sighed again. “And I set a trigger.”

“A trigger?”

“When I say a certain word, it arouses you and makes you more likely to take the next thing I say as an instruction. It reinforces itself, because wanting to follow the instruction feels good, which makes you more suggestible, and so on.” She said it all quietly, flatly, as though she had already decided what my reaction would be.

“Did you make me do anything I didn’t want to?” I asked.

She shook her head. “It doesn’t work like that. If you hadn’t wanted something at all, it couldn’t have made you do it. It just…” She waved a hand in the air. “Makes agreement come faster. Or something.”

She paused, then looked at me properly.

“Do you know what the word is?”

“Doll.” She nodded, her eyes searching mine. Was I angry? Maybe. Numb? A little. But my memories of the last week were still fresh, and I knew they’d been the best, most liberated days of my life. “Say it.”

“What?”

“Say it!” I insisted.

“Doll,” I felt that familiar flush of pleasure, as if someone had kissed me, or thumbed my nipples to stiffness.

“Again!”

“Doll!” Alice said more loudly. The sensation made me gasp, my lips parted, my top suddenly feeling too tight. “Again,” I breathed, “say it again.”

“Doll.” My heart was starting to race, my chest heaving as I panted for air, trying to part my legs in the suddenly constraining skirt “Doll!” Alice was on her hands and knees, crawling up to me as I moaned out loud. “Doll, doll, doll!” she breathed in my ear as her thigh pressed in against my crotch. I cried out loud as I came explosively, Alice trying to stifle my cries with kisses in the busy park.

I looked up into her beautiful face, panting as the sensations subsided. “I don’t care!” I said.

She started to protest, but I cut her off.

“I don’t. I don’t care, I really don’t. The last week has been the best of my life. It’s okay that I’ve not been me. Maybe I’m not dumpy, mousy Harriett anymore.” I reached up and kissed her hard. “But I love being your doll.”

She squeezed me tight, and we stayed like that for a long time, wrapped up in each other. Warm and comfortably sated, with Alice draped across me, I almost drifted off. The sounds of the park and the low hum of the city lulled me into a dreamy fugue. It wasn’t until the sun dropped below the row of houses to the west that I shivered, and Alice startled out of her own contented doze.

Lifting herself onto her elbows, she smiled down at me and dipped in for a quick kiss. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.”

I smiled back, shy and blushing.

“You’re so,” she said, kissing me again. “Fucking.” Another kiss. “Adorable!”

She hauled herself up with a sigh, and I helped her repack the hamper. “I’ll get someone to pick this up,” she said, making a quick call. By the time we reached the edge of the park, a black S-Class had pulled up. She dropped the hamper into the boot, gave the roof a slap, and off it sped.

I stared after it, gaping.

“Just…” I gestured wildly, searching for words. “Who are you?” I managed at last.

She looked over at me, laughing.

“It’s not what you think,” she said, looping an arm around my waist.

“You mean you’re not a mob boss, or working for Kingsman or something?” I gave her a sideways look.

“No. Nothing like that.” She paused. “I don’t usually tell people who I really am, because I don’t want to be treated differently.” She glanced back at me. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“It’s up to you. I have no secrets from you, though.” She grinned. “I’m sure you’d find them anyway.”

“Okay, well…” She drew in a breath, and then the words tumbled out. “My name isn’t really Alice. I was born Alicia Wilson-Smythe.”

She paused, as though expecting the name to mean something to me. It did, faintly, like I ought to recognise it even if I couldn’t immediately place why.

“No? Well, that’s probably to be expected, I guess. My father was a private investor. He owned chemical companies and manufactories and heaven knows what else. Anyway, long story short, when I was sixteen, he was killed in a helicopter crash. My mum never recovered. She lost herself in self-medication and died of an accidental overdose after a bottle of whisky.”

She sighed, and that note of vulnerability came back again, visible in the slight slump of her shoulders.

“It was a difficult time. I never really talk about it.”

We walked a few paces in silence, and I let her have the space. I figured she’d tell me more if she wanted to.

She drew another breath and gave a loose little wave of a hand. “Anyway, on my eighteenth birthday this stuffy old solicitor called me. ‘On reaching maturity, you’ve inherited your father’s accounts, equity and other holdings, blah, blah, blah,’” she said, doing a gruff impression, “which I then systematically sold off and reinvested in businesses that were a bit more in my wheelhouse.” She flashed me a sly grin as her usual demeanour reasserted itself. “You know, nightclubs, pubs, sex-toy and fetishwear shops, modelling agencies, advertising. It turns out I was actually very good at improving places respectable execs wouldn’t touch with a barge pole.”

She waved a hand again. “Anyway, at twenty-six” – she leaned in and whispered conspiratorially in my ear – “I’m a billionaire.”

I stared at her for a moment, then burst out laughing. “You had me going there!”

She laughed with me, then grew pensive again, stuffing her hands into her pockets.

“It’s true, though. Google me.”

I pulled out my phone. I’d barely got as far as the W in Alicia Wilson-Smythe before a search suggestion came up with her name and “net worth.” I tapped it, and the AI overview put it there in bold type: Estimated net worth £1.2bn.

I stopped dead, my jaw dropping.

She looked back at me. “This had better not change anything, doll.”

I felt that familiar little frisson of pleasure and smiled back at her.

“Oh, it changes everything! I can stop feeling guilty about you spending money on me, for a start,” I half joked.

She just smiled, looped her arm more firmly around me, and gave me a squeeze as we walked on. “Oh, and I’m a lifestyle pro-Dominatrix too.”

“Oh my god. Seriously?” She nodded. I nudged my shoulder into her, pushing her off her stride. “I’m less shocked about that, to be honest.” She giggled.

“I run a discrete service for friends from my studio here. I don’t accept payments, just -favours.” Something clicked into place.

“Jojo. And Gerald. Suze too?” She put her fingers to her lips, her eyes widening.

“Discrete, remember?” She shrugged. “I was hoping that you might like to get involved with some scenes?”

“Me? I don’t think I could be a dominatrix.” She laughed.

“As a sub, silly. I’d make you tease them, or have them do things to you?” She looked me over again. “I don’t know, doll, I think you’d enjoy it.”

Even though I knew, I knew now what she’d done to me, I felt those greasy thoughts slide into place, facilitated by my need to please her and found myself nodding as my nipples tingled almost painfully against the tight bandeau. “Yes, I’m sure I would, Miss Alice.” I looked at her, my lashes fluttered, my bimbo lips forming a pout and was rewarded as that animal hunger flashed across her face again.

“Good doll,” I almost stumbled as my stomach clenched, “We are going to have so much fun!” She tapped my nose playfully. “Now, shall we get anything else to eat, or go straight to the pub, before I take you home and ravage you?”

We settled on a coffee and cake at a little bijou independent around the corner that Alice knew. Now I knew why people treated her so deferentially, I couldn’t help but wonder who else had felt the sting of her paddle.

At the pub, we bagged a larger table and friends on both sides started to come in. Alice expertly hosted, buying rounds and getting in shots, slipping in the perfect anecdote or timing the perfect pun. Everyone loved her, and I was content to bask in her glory. Even Joel made an appearance, looking slightly uncomfortable at my pastel explosion snuggled up to Alice’s dark gothliness. He soon warmed up tho, and Alice chatted to him at the bar whilst he helped carry back a round. I caught them both turning to glance at me and Alice gave a wicked smile. Already something was brewing.

I can’t remember how long we stayed there, but I was feeling happy and energised when Alice stood up to jeers and catcalls, explaining how she needed to get me home to bed. We left soon after, it was one of those nights when the drink had been flowing, but I didn’t really feel drunk, as we snuggled against the cold and walked the mile or so back home.

Fitness First

I awoke with a start, to elastic resistance and tight restraint. My jaw ached, and as my bodily awareness came back to me, so did the rest of me. My groan was stifled by a deep penetrating gag, and my squirming brought the other toys buried deep inside me to my attention, the inflatable plug that Alice had delighted in fitting, after I’d squeezed into the black latex suit, and the silicone dildo that had replaced her thrusting strap-on after she’d finally made herself cum, using my spread-eagled, bound body to her own satisfaction.

My sleepwear had been enhanced with a crushing corset, hood and tightly laced posture-collar. My feet pinioned in ballet boots and folded back against my thighs, their points strapped tightly to the end of the armbinder that pinched my elbows together. I remembered her kiss goodnight as I lay immobilised on top of the bed beside her as she slipped naked under the covers, before fitting a blindfold over my eyes, and the thick phallic gag between my teeth.

Against my aching body and the burgeoning hangover, claustrophobia got the better of me. I started to struggle. What if Alice wasn’t there? I had to get out. I whined ineffectually into the gag, fear taking hold, until I felt the weight shift on the bed, and a calming arm looped over my shoulder. “Hush, doll, you’re safe, go back to sleep.”

I felt her pressing up against me, and the subtle rhythm of her gentle breathing did indeed lull me back to sleep.

My dreams were full of cloying latex, sucking and fucking and grinding against noisy vibrating toys that built towards a crescendo. Their pulsing hum was loud in my ears until it penetrated into reality, and I awoke to a shattering orgasm, as Alice – at least I assume it was Alice – held her Hitachi pressed between my legs. As my climax subsided, I felt her hand stroke my hooded head, and the bed lurched as she got off, leaving me alone again.

I squirmed, testing my bonds as the aches returned, but there was no escape. I found that if I rocked my hips just so, the toys tugged sweetly, and with nothing better to do, I found myself concentrating on that sensation. I found it offset the discomfort too.

Some indeterminable time later, the bed lurched again, and I felt that caring, stroking hand on my hooded head. Some fiddling, then I was squinting at the bright light as Alice detached the blindfold, and her gorgeous face came into view.

“How are you feeling? Would you like to stay a bit longer?” Her eyes glinted. “You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”

“Mmmph.” I moaned into the gag, blinking against the light.

“Was that a yes?”

“Mmmp!”

“Ok, ok, I was just teasing. Let’s get you out of this…”

First, she released the hog-tie and straightened out my legs gingerly. I moaned at the pain of returning blood flow. The boots came next, then the binder, the corset was loosened and unfastened. Alice helped me to my unsteady feet, still head to toe in latex, and stuffed full in every orifice. I moaned and gestured to the gag.

“Patience, doll,” she said. “We’ll do the rest in the shower. After so long, everything will have dried out, and it will be much easier and more comfortable with water. As I followed her into the ensuite, I caught sight of my oil slicked body in the mirror. I couldn’t recognise myself, in a bizarre dissonance. My reflection was showing some kinky fertility goddess, not me, the nerdy engineer. Then it was gone, and I was stepping into the shower.

Later as I cleaned my teeth, I looked at myself again. The marks of the hood, the straps, the laces on the collar and its tight boning were clearly visible all over my skin. I wondered how long they’d take to fade. I rubbed my jaw, remembering the ache, at least that had eased off.

In the corner of the mirror, I caught sight of the mass of black latex and straps in the shower. Despite the discomfort in my nether regions from the long night with the toys, I felt a shiver of arousal. I could see how people got addicted to it, even without Alice on hand to erase their inhibitions.

I wrapped a soft, white towel around myself, tucking it over my chest and padded back into the bedroom. I was almost disappointed not to see an outfit laid out for me to try, but the bed was bare, hastily made-up. It occurred to me that housework probably wasn’t Alice’s strong point, did she have a maid service? Since she was nowhere to be seen, I walked out to the living area, just in my towel. She was on her usual perch, by the kitchen bar, swiping through something on her tablet as I’d grown to expect.

“Mm, hello doll,” she said with a wide smile. “How are you feeling?”

How was I feeling? I lifted my hand, feeling the tracery of last-nights bondage on my skin. “A little sore?” she asked. I nodded, not really trusting myself to speak. “In a good way? Worth it?”

I leant against the breakfast bar and reached across to offer a kiss, which she rewarded with a soft, sensual pressure and a coy smile. I breathed out.

“I can’t go back.” Alice was non-plussed.

“What do you mean? You don’t want to do that again?”

“No! I mean Yes! God, no. I mean – I can’t go back to my old life.” I gesticulated wildly.” Oh my God, how could I, after what you’ve shown me. Nothing could ever be enough.” I looked at her. “I need this, I can’t help myself, I need you.”

“Doll.” Alice paused. “Harriett.” Her whole posture softened. “Things have moved awfully fast, haven’t they?” I nodded pleading silently for her to understand. She let out a breath, suddenly looking vulnerable as she chewed on a lip. “I don’t have the answers. God, I’m not the right person to talk about relationships.” She looked at me, as if measuring how her words were landing. She leaned across the counter and gave me a kiss, her hand cupping my cheek as she drew back, searching my eyes. “I love you.” She said simply.

I nuzzled her hand, unable to stop my eyes from welling up. I tried to speak to return the sentiment. but spoiled the moment as my breath caught and I had to clear my throat. Alice laughed, God she was so beautiful, her happiness so infectious that I had to smile, a heated blush rising.

“Oh my god, you’re so adorable.” She leaned back. “And I love that you need me. I need you to need me.” Suddenly she was serious. “I need you too, I need you to love me for being Alice, not Alicia. Will you promise me that won’t change?” I nodded again, clutching her fingers. “I promise,” I whispered hoarsely. Alice smiled.

“You’re my doll, I get very possessive about my toys.” She looked at me askance. “I had something made for you. I could give it to you now, but it would interfere with the rest of the day I have planned, so we’ll save it for later.

“Oh,” I found my voice. “Well, keep your secrets,” I joked. “I look forward to finding out what it is later. “What’s on the menu today, then? Do I need to get changed?”

“Actually,” she laughed, “you’re perfect as you are. For now.” Alice pushed herself off the stool and began pulling things out of the fridge, pausing to set the coffee machine running again. As she laid out fresh fruit and a ridiculously decadent Greek yoghurt, she explained what she had in mind.

“How do you feel about getting some exercise in?”

“What do you mean, like going for a run?”

She shook her head, glancing meaningfully at my chest. “I can’t imagine that would be very comfortable for you,” she said, almost absently. “No, I’ve got a pretty well-equipped gym here. I asked Katya to come over for a personal training session.”

Katya?

“You know,” Alice went on, “work off the booze.”

“Sure. Why not?” I said, trying to sound casual, while privately wondering where exactly she was hiding a gym.

“And then we can cool off in the pool, and I’ve booked Dante to give you a massage in the spa while I attend to some other business for a couple of hours…”

Pool? Spa? What the hell?

My jaw must have dropped, because Alice laughed.

“Sound good?”

I nodded dumbly.

“Come on, then. Let’s not keep Katya waiting.”

We took the lift to the ground floor, above the car park. When the doors opened onto a small wood-panelled atrium, I caught a subtle chlorine tang beneath the softer spa scents. Sandalwood, cinnamon, ginger, and other heady aromas hung in the air.

I half expected to find a receptionist, but the space seemed to be more of an airlock, keeping the scent from drifting through the rest of the house. Alice pointed out the different doors.

“You can get directly to the spa through there, and the gym through that one. Both have entrances through the changing room, and the pool is on the other side.”

I followed her into the changing room. It wasn’t huge, but it had six generous stalls with heavy velvet curtains for privacy. Inside each one was shelving, hanging space, and an expensive-looking full-length mirror. In two of them, clothes had already been laid out. It was easy enough to work out which was mine and which was Alice’s: sleek black in one, neon pink and white in the other.

Leaving my towel on a hook, I squeezed myself into the workout gear. Tight compression leggings in shiny pink Lycra with an Adidas-style stripe, fluffy white socks, trainers, and a robust sports bra. Even with the good fit, I still spilled a bit over the neckline. Alice’s outfit turned out to be very short, glossy black nylon shorts and a loose cropped T-shirt.

When I stepped back out into the main part of the changing room, she gave me a long, appraising look, then drew me in for a kiss.

“Mmm, you’re far too distracting.”

I was the distracting one?

She pulled away and headed for the door. “Come on, before I lose control completely.”

The gym opened up in front of us, and honestly, I’d seen worse-equipped facilities in some of the posh hotels my family had taken me to on holiday. A line of four running machines faced plate-glass windows overlooking a garden that sloped away towards a line of trees marking the edge of the city proper. Sunlight flashed off the river as it wound through the valley below. I was only just taking it all in when a grunt and the gentle clank of weights settling into place pulled me back to reality.

Katya turned out to be a solidly built blonde and, as she stood up to greet us, one of the tallest women I’d ever seen. Alice went straight over and gave her a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Katya, Harriett. Harriett, Katya.”

Katya smiled at me, managing to look faintly predatory even while being perfectly polite. “Such a cute one, yes?” she said in a thick accent I couldn’t quite place. Russian, maybe. Or German.

“I do my best,” I said.

“I can see why you like her.”

To my delight, Alice had the grace to blush.

“Joel tell me everything,” Katya added.

Alice laughed. “Word gets around. Katya and Joel used to date and are still in each other’s pockets.”

“Such a gloomy boy,” Katya mused.

“That sounds about right for a goth,” I said brightly.

“Oi,” said Alice. “I resemble that remark.”

Then Katya started bossing us around, and I was very quickly introduced to muscles I hadn’t previously known existed. While Alice focused mostly on cardio and lighter toning weights, I got my first real taste of leg day.

“Core, bum, and thighs,” Katya instructed. “Back as well, to lift your breasts, yes. But not too much on arms or shoulders. You top-heavy enough already, yes?”

Was that a compliment?

By the time we were done, my legs were shaking. Katya had made her opinion of my physical condition perfectly clear by working me twice as hard, and it turned out gym sessions were going to become part of my daily routine, guided by the stern blonde at least until I developed some motivation of my own.

We peeled off our damp sportswear and showered before Alice led me through to the pool.

I don’t know what I’d been expecting, but the fern-edged mock-up of a ruined Roman bath took my breath away. The twenty-five-metre pool stretched the length of the ground floor, with huge bi-fold doors opening onto the garden beyond. What had looked from the road like a row of townhouses was, from the rear, something much closer to a manor house. I couldn’t believe that in all the time I’d spent with Alice, I still hadn’t grasped the full extent of the place. The grounds sloped away westward, just as they had from the gym, and a high, leafy fence marked the boundary with the much more modest houses further up the street.

We jumped into the cold plunge pool with shrieks and giggles, and after a few minutes moved into the main pool, which felt deliciously warm after the icy shock.

“Good for your muscles,” Katya assured us, before saying her goodbyes and heading out.

Alice and I swam a few lazy lengths, then drifted to the garden end and hung there together, looking out at the view.

“This is incredible,” I said. “I feel ridiculously privileged.”

Alice glanced across at me. “Yeah, it’s always been a bit of a vanity project. Just something to have.” She shrugged. “I swim here sometimes, but I’ve never really had anyone to just… appreciate it with.”

“Well,” I said, looping my arms around her neck and pressing myself against her, “I certainly appreciate it.”

“Mmm, something tells me this place is going to have a whole new appreciation soon!” She kissed me, slowly, lovingly, until my nipples stiffened against her chest. “But not now! I have some work to do, and you have an appointment to keep!”

“I do?”

“Yes! Dante’s waiting for you.”

“Oh, yeah. A massage, right?”

“Bingo. Not just a pretty face!” She giggled. “Although we’re working on that!”

“Dante’s really good though. I’ve asked her to give you the full therapy package!” She looked at me seriously. “Now, doll. Just let her do her thing, and enjoy it, ok? She has my consent.” I wondered briefly what she meant before the thoughts slid greasily away under a familiar frisson of pleasure.

“Yes, Mistress!” I said with a bright smile.

“Good doll!” Mmm, oh that felt so good. I ducked my head under water to hide my flush and rose to find Alice already levering herself out of the pool. I followed her out and padded over towards the changing rooms. She instructed me to shower and dry my hair and then head into the massage suite, whilst she headed back into the house, drying herself off with a fluffy black towel as she went.

Becoming Her Doll

I felt oddly detached as I dried my hair in front of the mirror, my long blond tresses lying smoothly with just the slightest wave. Free of make-up, I felt my face looked a little plain, and I found myself musing how much better I’d looked with false lashes and those big, pouty pink lips, framed by the latex hood. I shook my head. Alice’s doll association was so powerful. I found myself sinking as my thoughts ran away with images of latex-clad, orgasmic sex. I gave a whole-body quiver, realising that my hair was already quite dry.

I tucked the towel tightly around myself and headed into the spa. I don’t know what I’d expected, but it wasn’t the nubile young black woman seated behind the spa counter. She was clad head to toe in glossy red latex, an open- face hood framing her delicate features. A long, thick black braid spilled out of the top-knot tube, but whether it was her own or a hair-piece, I couldn’t tell. She looked up as I peeked in.

“Um, hi? Dante?” I asked querulously.

“Mhmm, and you must be Harriett?” She replied in a thick Trinidadian accent. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” I said. “Alice…”

“I know what Alice said. Come on in, no need to be afraid.” She laughed lightly. “Yet!” I laughed along, a little nervously.

“Where do you want me?” I asked.

“Oh girl, let’s start with what Alice wants, shall we?” She laughed again. “Follow me!” I padded after her as she sashayed down the short corridor, her latex snapping and popping as she walked mesmerizingly ahead, the dim mood lighting of the spa glistening lustrously as her second skin rippled. I noted that she had anti-slip pool shoes on her feet, but nothing else marred the lines of the catsuit, other than the full-length zip. I could just make out the tinkling of the strategically placed twin zip pulls as they dangled between her legs.

“So how do you know Alice?” I asked as she ushered me into the dimly lit room.

“Oh, let’s just say I’m her therapist.” She laughed. “And she buys me the most wonderful clothes.” She rippled a hand up her latex-clad leg. “I’ll take your towel, and then hop up on the table, face down here,” she indicated the towel-bolstered face hole. I complied, feeling slightly self-conscious as I handed her my towel, and clambered up naked onto the padded couch. The snap and chatter of her latex suit was an odd counterpoint to the soft tones of the spa music. I felt her hand rest on my arm, a strangely intimate contact.

“Now, what did Miss Alice tell you?” She asked in a soft lilting tone.

“To let you do your thing and enjoy it,” I replied. “Um, she said that she gave her consent.” Dante chuckled.

“She is a secretive one, that’s for sure.” She went on to explain. “Maybe you have had a massage before?”

“Um, yes, first once on…”

“This will be very similar,” she interrupted her hand stroke up to my shoulder. “Except every time you wished that touch would go a little higher, last a little longer,” her hand curled over the back of my neck, “this one will. Every dark and dirty wish, every little ache for pleasure, I will indulge.” She paused, her fingers circling around my cheek, teasing the edge of my mouth.

“Miss Alice has given you her consent to enjoy this, an intimate touch from a stranger. She *wants* this for you.” Her weight settled on the table, her other hand stroking down my back until her fingers found the cleft between my cheeks, teasing over my arms.

“But do you consent? Are you ok with this, before I continue?” I gave a soft moan, squeezing my eyes shut. But Alice had already told me that it was ok, that I should enjoy it, hadn’t she? And I wanted so very much to make her happy.

“Ye-yes, of course, I consent.”

“I see why Miss Alice likes you.” I felt the table lunch as she stood, her hand always touching as a bottle tinkled gently on a surface, and then I felt a warm liquid being drizzled over my back, and legs. Then firm hands were spreading the tube over my body, gliding almost frictionlessly, the touch of her latex gloves unlike anything I’d felt. I couldn’t help it as the soft moan escaped my lips. It started off like any massage, her hands and forearms working my aching muscles, finding knots I’d never even realised I’d had, and working them out. Long sweeps up my legs brushed against my sex, and I found myself lifting my hips to the back of her hand, only to have her push me back down.

“All in good time,” she promised. It was achingly erotic. Every slick push, knead and touch left me gasping for more, until she told me to turn over, breaking the spell. I awkwardly turned over, and as I did so, she pulled away the towels covering the table, revealing its glossy latex surface, padding split in odd rectangles, slickly smooth against my lubed back.

More drizzling over my front, and an excess of attention to my breasts, leaving my nipples stiff and erect, receiving a good ten minutes of attention all to themselves, before greasy fingers pushed into my mouth and down below, bringing me up to a quivering edge as I sucked, lost in the sensation.

After I was held for long moments, on the edge of climax, she eased back, returning to my legs and feet, with almost deep-tissue pressure. It was so intense I couldn’t help but scream, pleasure and pain warring until I was a gooey mess. Then she asked me to turn over again, so I complied, slithering over the smooth, slick surface.

I felt the first strap tighten about one ankle, then the other. Her hand pushed my head down as another fastened over the back of my neck, then my wrists, elbows and knees, and finally over my waist. I guessed that the 2- hour erotic massage was over. I squirmed. “Dante?” I asked nervously.

“That’s Miss Dante ‘to you.” Oh shit.

“Yes, Miss Dante.” I said automatically.

“Good girl.” There was a pause. “Now, Miss Alice had something special in mind, but before we start that, I’d like to leave my calling card. Something was passed into my line of sight under the table. It was a wooden slab, about 4” wide and a foot long, a red latex glove clasped around the handle. Etched into the other end was a capital cursive. “D” over a flame. “Do you see?”

“Yes, Mistress Dante,” I said fearfully. The paddle disappeared from my field of view. There was a rustle of latex, then wham! She held nothing back. I howled out loud, I couldn’t help myself, the shock of the pain was so intense, dissolving into sobbing as it spread a stinging warmth across my buttock.

Moments later, Dante was rubbing something cool and soothing onto the bruise. I imagined the logo picked out in raised flesh as her latex gloved fingers swept over it. The soothing was matched with an equal arousing rub up between my legs, and my sobs eased to sniffles. “Oh god,” I managed.

“You’re welcome!” Dante said gently. “Mmm, you’re such a good girl, I’d love to do this again sometime?”

“Mmmm. Yes, Mistress,” I managed. “Good girl. I ‘ll talk to Miss Alice. Now, let’s get you ready.” Ready? Ready for what?

The table shifted as Dante stood, breaking contact for the first time in the couple of hours she’d been working on me. There was a snap and a whirr, and suddenly the solid massage table was splitting up into component parts. I gave a little shriek in surprise and was rewarded with Dante’s touch on my buttock.

“Don’t worry,” she said as I struggled, “we’re just getting you in position.” The elastic straps slid over my lubed skin as my butt was raised in-the air, my legs spread and knees bent, almost as if I were leaning over a fast motorbike. Then sections were detached, Dante taking them away, and I was left supported on my thighs and shins, a pad under my belly and high on my chest, and a padded bar beneath my forehead.

Dante’s dextrous fingers returned, stroking over my exposed skin, touching those hyper-sensitive areas until I moaned and squirmed. She released an arm at a time, wrapping broad cuffs around wrist and elbow, and gently, but firmly crossed them behind my back, wrist to elbow snapping together with little locks.

A strange-looking stand moved into my field of view. An adjustment tipped my head back, as things were lined up. Latex fingers stroked my cheeks, then squeezed, forcing me to open my mouth and the spider-gag was pressed between my teeth. Ratcheting clicks forced my mouth wide open. I stared, wide eyed, as Dante screwed something onto the end of the armature held by the stand. As she stepped away, I found a thick, fuchsia pink, glassy silicone dildo, before my eyes. It moved inexorably towards my open mouth. Another click, then it was inching forward under a robotic motion.

Dante’s hand caressed my throat. “Don’t forget to swallow!” She said as the toy filled my mouth. Grunting in response as it hit the back of my throat, I had no choice as the mechanical drive pushed in, inch after inch, until it was deep inside. I gulped, my eyes tearing, trying to communicate my discomfort as the piston relaxed. Dante stroked my cheek, “Good girl!” she soothed, as the dildo slid out of my throat, until it barely touched the tip of my tongue, before reversing its thrust. I saw Dante thumb a remote out of the corner of my eye, and the pace increased.

I had to concentrate, focusing on accepting the toy into my throat to avoid choking, as something else was nestled against my crotch. Soon the same motion started there, slightly offset. I imagined the thick toy spreading my flesh and pushing its robotic length into my sex. But that wasn’t all. Another toy nestled against my ass. A drizzle of lube and I was soon being penetrated there too, the toy wider than anything I’d taken there before. Despite being stretched to the edge of pain, as my mouth, pussy and ass were all slowly fucked by Dante’s devious machine, my pleasure was building fast. Oh god, what a feeling!

After a few strokes, I fell into the rhythm, In, In, Out/In, Out Out, there was a gap in the sequence. I soon found out why, as Dante offered up suckling cups to my nipples, their peristaltic motion fitting neatly into the routine. I felt Dante’s fingers slip around the edges of my orifices, easing in the toys, checking the lube, ensuring the milking machine was sucked on firmly, with a sharp tug.

I was utterly, blissfully trapped, my mind falling away into pleasure. Dante wasn’t finished though. A headset was pulled over my eyes, screens flickering as soft headphones covered my ears. Sound waves pulsed, and a pink, three-dimensional spiral seemed to pull me into its vertiginous depths. Long minutes of the repetitive fucking, sucking sensations, the throbbing binaural base lulled me into an erotic fugue.

“Doll.” Alice’s voice echoed above the binaural sound.

“Doll,” Erotic images flashed over the spiral, of latex-clad women eagerly sucking on toys and tormented male cocks, of cum filled kisses and relentless penetrations.

“Doll,” the third time was the charm and my body convulsed in orgasm. Alice’s voice was droning on. Soon I was lost in the mantra, as cum sprayed from twitching cocks. “Good dolls are obedient, obedience is pleasure. Good dolls are obedient, obedience is pleasure. Good dolls are obedient, obedience is pleasure.” Alice’s voice droned on, deep, sultry, soothingly. “Good dolls suck cock, obedience is pleasure. Good dolls love latex, obedience is pleasure. Good dolls use toys. Obedience is pleasure. Good dolls are always horny, obedience is pleasure.” On and on it went, extolling the virtues of obedience, randomly citing all the things a good doll would do. And I was such a good doll, wasn’t I? The machine seemed to know when I was nearing orgasm and would double down on the “obedience is pleasure,” as the toys sucked on my nipples, thrust in and out of every orifice. I couldn’t take it, but there was no release, no way out, as my mind gave way to the deepening trance.

I don’t know how much later it was, when I felt a gentle tapping on my cheek. The toys had all been withdrawn, the headset and headphones removed. I was sitting up on the reconstituted massage table, arms still bound. “ Harriett?” came a voice.

“Mistress?” I asked.

“Good doll.” I slipped away again. “Harriett!” I snapped to attention.

“Mistress!” I said brightly.

“There you are!” Alice said. “Can you stand?” I wriggled towards the edge of the bed. My arms were still bound, but that seemed fine to me. I eased down a toe and stood on wobbly feet. “Perfect.” She held up a familiar pair of red latex panties. “Let’s put these on!”

She knelt, and I stepped in as she guided my feet, and pulled them up. There was no resistance at all as the toys filled their familiar niches. Familiar shoes slid onto my feet, leaving me teetering on high platforms. Then I felt something being wrapped snugly around my neck, a snap and click and then a tug. “Come on, Doll.” I think I drooled, as I followed on quivering legs. I don’t remember what happened between leaving the spa, and how we arrived at the next place, but there we were, in another dimly-lit, wetly glistening room. The smell of latex and the more chemical aroma of plastic and silicone lube, and an altogether more organic muskiness was in the air. Someone was saying something.

“Huh?” I managed.

“Are you there, Harriett?” Alice pushed. “What do you see?”

I looked up, struggling out of my erotic, vibrator-powered daydream. Before me, in glossy black wetness, a lithely muscled figure squirmed slowly, bound to an X-frame. A VR headset was over his eyes, headphones covering his ears, and an array of straps and tubes covered the trapped form. But that wasn’t what drew my eye. Between the figure’s legs, a thick, hard, throbbing cock pulsed.

“Mmm, a hard cock, Mistress,” the words come unbidden.

“Worship it.” She commanded. And you know the rest…

Epilogue

I don’t know whether I really slept, drifting in and out of consciousness as those devilish toys worked. At some point the batteries must have died, because I was eventually left with relative calm, just the light, clinging latex and the thick phallus tickling my throat.

Eventually, I felt hands on my body as the straps were undone. “Phew, we’re a bit high this morning,” I heard Alice’s muffled voice through the hood. “Straight to the shower, do not pass go!” She led me blindly across the bedroom, my legs feeling like jelly. Soon the other accoutrements of the evening had been removed, and I was feeling a little more normal. I caught sight of a livid ‘D’ still prominent on my right buttock, but it didn’t hurt any more than the other lines and marks. I dried myself off as Alice busied herself with the somewhat pongy latex that had been left pooled in the floor of the shower.

I spent a long time in the shower, scrubbing myself down and washing my hair until it was free of all traces of the previous evening. It was all a bit surreal, really. I knew that on some level, the old me would have been humiliated, disgusted, outraged even, but as the water coursed over me, I found myself biting my lip as a sudden flush of arousal made me quiver. Trying to ignore the pleasant, lingering pleasure, I rinsed myself off, and after towelling myself dry, padded through the room to find Alice.

She was at the breakfast bar, of course. She raised an eyebrow as I slid in naked next to her and took a sip of her coffee. She leaned in and gave me a kiss. “Mmm, just how I like my coffee.” She laughed. Then she looked at me almost shyly. “Remember I said I’d had a gift made for you?”

“Ooh, yes! What did you get?” She pushed a small box, about 8” square and 4” deep, wrapped in silver and white paper, across the counter to me.

I undid the bow and tore off the paper to reveal a plain glossy white box, with a hinged lid. Lifting it up, nestled in pink satin lining, was an equally glossy white circle. Artfully stitched in a supple, shiny patent leather, the collar was about 2” wide. A broad strap encircled it, and a large chrome ring dangled from the front, with smaller D-rings stitched in at the sides. Soft, padded pink latex lined the inside, the colour matching the word ‘DOLL,’ picked out in pink anodised aluminium above the hardware. The large letters were set with glistening glass crystals.

Artful as it was, there was no mistaking it for an ordinary fashion accessory. It was a bondage collar, suitable only to be worn by the property of the highest class of Mistress. I tentatively lifted it out of the soft satin, feeling its weight, and marvelling at the design, revealing a dainty chrome padlock, and a pair of keys resting beneath it. I caught my bottom lip between my lips, looking up at Alice with a sense of heady anticipation.

“Shall we try it on now?” Alice asked.

“Ooh, yes please, Mistress.” I passed the glistening loop over, our touch lingering as Alice met my eyes above it. Then she was deftly unbuckling it and offered it up to my neck, spreading the ends apart. I turned my back to her, and gathered up my hair, feeling unaccountably aroused as she wrapped the collar around my throat, and tugged on the strap until it fit snugly against my skin. There was a moment’s pause as she fed the strap through the buckle to fasten it in place.

Then there was a sharp snick as she locked the padlock through the pin and the weight settled on my neck. She spun me back to face her, adjusting the fit to make sure the lettering was in the middle.

“Do you like it, Doll?” Alice asked, with a lopsided smile.

“Mmm, oh that feels so good, thank you Mistress.” She threaded the key on a chain and looped it around her neck, then gave me a wink as the key dropped into her cleavage.

“There. All mine.”

“Mmm, thank you, Mistress,” I said happily. She hooked a finger through the chrome ring and pulled me close for another kiss.

“Good Doll!”