My Little Doll

My Little Doll

by

Semiater (aspererus@yahoo.com)

Chapter Three

       I hadn’t spoken to her since she’d sulked out of my house the week before.  I wondered if she’d gone home and masturbated, in spite of how many times she’d already cum that day.  It wouldn’t have surprised me if she had, I knew what she was, and sluts like her, they can never get enough.

       I was standing on the sky-bridge between the two buildings when I saw her enter.  I needed to see her this morning, wanted to see if she’d changed how she dressed, though, I had little doubt she had.

       I could hear the clap of her heals on the marble even from many floors above.  She had on a skirt, her blouse was cut lower, though, not enough for my tastes, but I wasn’t too worried, I had plenty of time to mold her further, to my liking. 

Her heels must have been three or four inches tall, not towering, but I’m sure a deviation enough to make her coworkers, both male and female, talk.  I could tell she saw me staring down at her, but she tried to act as if she didn’t, and didn’t look up to meet my gaze.  I wonder if she had to go shopping, and how much she’d had to invest in her new wardrobe.

       My dick was aching already, I watched her till she got in the elevator, then I snuck away to my office, thinking, longing to get her alone.

       I tried to work, but it was difficult.  I’m surprised it took so long, but after about an hour I saw the text come in.  Of course it was her, I was only shocked that it’d taken so much time.  It was filled with all the desperation and neediness I could hope for; asking if I’d liked her outfit, begging for compliments and approval.  I loved it, how quickly she’d come along, not that it surprised me, but just how eagerly she’d taken to the role.  And so shortly after being presented with what she was, though, deep down, I venture she already knew.

       I ignored her pleas, loving the despair in her continued entreaties.  Finally I told her to meet me in one of the back entrances to the building.  It was out of the way, quiet, though not too out of the way that there was no way somebody could pass by.  With every character I texted, my dick just got harder and harder, but I knew the restraint would be worth it.

       She was waiting for me, her tall heels rattled on the cool marble as she tapped her foot impatiently, but she didn’t say a word as I approached.

       I looked her over, she instantly went still and stood at attention, her hands to her sides, waiting, wanting the sweet words of my approval in her ears.

       “You need to start wearing slut earrings, you know, big loop ones.”  I could see the immediate disappointment, there were small beads of sweat on her forehead and upper lip.  I reached out and ran my hand through her long, luscious hair. 

       “You’re making some progress cunt.”  I didn’t offer anything more, but I could tell, even the slightest praise appealed to her.  I swear, I could almost see her nipples go hard at precisely the moment I gave her the slightest approbation.

       “You may make a good slave, someday.”  I reached out and touched her chin, lifting her head ever so slightly so she was looking me in the eyes, then let go almost as quickly as it had begun.

       “Here” I handed her a small box, it was perhaps 10” long and a few inches wide and tall.  She took it quickly, greedily.

“I think you’ll enjoy this.”

“What is it?”  She opened the lid for an instant, then immediately slammed it shut, looking around nervously, to reassure herself nobody was close enough to have seen what she had.  Her face went crimson. 

“I want you to put that in your pussy, I know you want to, I want you to stuff it in your cunt, deep, then pull your panties up, and dream of it being my cock instead.” Her hands were shaking visibly.

“I can’t!”  I ignored her.

       “There is also a plug, and sandpaper, I want the plug in your ass, and the sandpaper in your bra, up against your nipples, understand?

       “I can’t, you, you, you can’t be serious.”  I put a finger to her lips.

       “Do you understand what I want you to do slut?”  I could see a small tear well up in her eye and her body was trembling softly, I’m not sure it was rage, or exhilaration, though I dare say she wasn’t quite prepared to admit it to herself, whatever it was, not quite yet.

       “Yes Master.”  She whispered.

       “I didn’t hear you?”

       “Yes Master.”  She was only barely more audible, but it was enough, the purpose was served.

       “Good, you should get back to work.”

       

       Again, it took longer than I expected, I thought she’d break within the first hour, but she didn’t, it took over two before she finally gave in and texted me.  She begged piteously, groveling, pleading to let her remove the dildo, the plug, but I didn’t even respond to her overtures, I just told her to meet me again in the back entrance, in an hour. 

She continued to text me, almost incessantly for another 15 minutes, but I didn’t reply, I just loved reading each successive plea, imagining her getting more and more frazzled with each new message she sent.

I went and stood on the sky-bridge before our appointed time, I wanted to see her.  As I expected, she took the back elevator to get to our rendezvous, but for me, it was perfect, I could then watch her move across the lobby.  

       She moved slowly, gingerly, agonizingly, measuring every step with the new heels and the large dildo stuffed up her cunt.  I don’t think she saw me this time, her eyes were focused ahead of her, planning every step.

       I let her go ahead, so she had to wait for me, at least for a few minutes, then I sauntered down the stairs, finally emerging behind her.  I watched her for a moment unseen, unnoticed.  She was off in the corner, shifting her weight uncomfortably side to side.  The entrance was rarely used, but it was still used enough, we were alone, but the chance of somebody passing by was still real.

       She let out a cry when she saw me, too loud for the building, but only proper for the desperate situation she found herself in.

       “Master, can I please take out the dildo, please, you can…”  I put a finger to her lips.

       “Quiet cunt, you wouldn’t want somebody to know what’s making you so jittery, would you?”  Her face went brilliant red. 

       “Please Master, I can’t work like this!”  Her voice was barely audible now, but still cracked as she spoke. 

       I didn’t say a word to her, just took a small step back and looked her over, studying her from head to toe.         She let out a small bleat as I leaned in and whispered in her ear.

       “You are a pretty little cunt, aren’t you?  God I can’t wait to ram my cock in your pussy.  You’ll be a good little whore for me, won’t you?”  I could see the waves of embarrassment cascade over her body. 

       “Please Master, you can fuck me now, please fuck me, just let me take out the dildo!”  She whimpered as I ran my nails over her forearm.

       “I want you to have a dildo lunch slut!”  She looked at me, confused, incredulous.

       “What?”

       “I want you to find someplace, I’m sure you already know an out of the way restroom or something, I want you to go fuck yourself with the dildo till you cum.  When you’re done, I want you to tell me all about it, I want you to tell me how good your juices tasted when you clean the dildo with your tongue, and when you’re done, I want you to stuff it back in your snatch.”  I could hear her moan when I whispered the words in her ear.

       “And then, I want you to go back to work and await my command, understand me slut?” She nodded her head dejectedly, she looked broken.

       “Good!”  I grabbed her by the neck and buried my tongue in her mouth.  She gasped and fought me for an instant, then went limp in my grasp as I delved my tongue between her lips, waiting to hear her gag.

       I pulled my lips from hers and  brushed down my suit jacket.

       “You’re staying late tonight, aren’t you slut!”  She looked up at me quizzically, not knowing how to respond.

       “I don’t know Master.”

       “It’s not a question slut, you are staying late tonight.  I want to see your office, later, I want you to let me in the back way, and we’ll have a good talk, understand?”  I grinned sadistically, loving the fear I saw in her eyes.

       “But…”  I snapped my fingers and she went silent.

       “Text me slut, but don’t make me wait too long.”   I chuckled, turned and left her there, alone, going back to work, though, my mind was elsewhere, and my dick was so hard it hurt.

       I’d been in her firm's suite before, I knew the associates had offices with no internal windows, and just the briefest wisp of one to the outside world.  I'm sure they wouldn’t want to give the young lawyers any dreams of escape. 

       I didn’t expect her to text me about the dildo lunch, and she didn’t, I knew she’d obeyed, I’m sure she found, or already knew, of someplace she could go to masturbate.  I wondered if she locked herself in the stall, had her legs open and propped on the handicap rails as she fucked herself.  I knew I wouldn’t have to wait too long and she would tell me, she would tell me in exquisite detail, I would make sure, that was without question.  I wondered if I’d pushed a little too far, asking, telling her to let me in her office, perhaps it was too much, too soon, to potentially impact her professional standing, but I wasn’t too afraid. 

       As the building thinned out for the night, she finally texted me, just like I’d expected, demanded.

       I was waiting at the back door to her firm's suite before she even got there. 

       “Be quiet, please!”  She was nearly sobbing, she was breathing hard, near a panic.

       “Don’t worry slut.”  She ducked down low, below the level of the cubicals in the middle of the office.

“PLEASE!”  She looked at me desperately and I crouched down, for her sake, though she really needn’t        have worried, the office was pretty much empty, and I’m sure she'd made sure to come up with a good excuse why she shouldn’t be bothered, or, to even pretend she was gone already.

She openly sighed with relief as we got into her office and she locked the door behind us.  I walked to the window, it was tall and narrow, and looked out to the parking lot.  I eased the blind closed and turned to face her.  She was standing at attention, trembling softly.

“Nice office.”  It was immaculate, not large, she was but a low level associate after all, but, as I expected, everything was in its place, there wasn’t a single sheet of paper out of order.

“Relax, this is a legal suite, they make these things like vaults, wouldn’t want documents in the wrong hands, or people overhearing confidential client matters, eh?”  I laughed, but she wasn’t having it. 

       “I trust you told the cleaning crew not to bother us?”  She recoiled slightly, reflexively as I reached out and touched her cheek.

       “Yes Master.”

       “And the partners, I assume you told them not to bother us too.”  I smirked at her, knowing she couldn’t tell a partner to leave her alone.

       “They think I’m gone.  Please…”  I put a finger to her lips.

       “Quiet cunt!”  I smacked her across the face pretty hard, she let out a cry of protest, but then went silent.

       “On your knees bitch, legs spread!”  She fell to the floor with a thud, her eyes downcast as I loomed over her. 

       “I trust you enjoyed your dildo lunch?”  I moved around her and sat in one of the chairs set in front of her desk.  I pulled it closer to her and sat back.  I was behind her, she couldn’t see me directly, only out of the corner of her eyes.

       “Master, I found a restroom…”

       “Did you enjoy it cunt?”  I could see the shudder go through her frame. 

       “No Master, I was too afraid.”

       “Did you cum for me cunt?”  I could smell the fear, I could see the sheen of sweat on her skin.

       “No Master, I couldn’t cum for you, I was too nervous.”  She couldn’t see me, but I was grinning ear to ear.

       “You disobeyed my command slut?”  She started to shake visibly.

       “No Master, no, no, I couldn’t make myself orgasm, I was too nervous.”  She turned and looked at me, tears were running down her cheeks.

       “Look ahead slut, I didn’t give you permission to move.”  She was sobbing uncontrollably now.

       “Master, I tried, I…”

       “Silence!”  I stood up, I could hear her gasp as I stood over her and peered down at her.

       “What are you cunt?”

       “I’m a slave Master,” She hesitated, “I’m a fucktoy.” 

       “No cunt, you’re MY slave, you’re MY fucktoy, you’re useless holes for MY pleasure, do you understand!”

       “Please, be quiet Sir!”  I smacked her across the face, harder this time, then grabbed her hair and spit on her forehead.

       “Don’t worry about that cunt, no one can hear, do you understand what you are?”  I grabbed her by the jaw and arched her head up.

       “Yes Master, I’m YOUR useless fucktoy.”  Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stared into my eyes.

       “When I tell you to cum, you cum, understand me?”  I let go of her jaw and she nodded dejectedly. 

       “Strip for me cunt!  Leave on the stockings and heels” Her hands were shaking in rhythm with her sobs, while I fell back into her chair and kicked up my feet. 

Slowly she peeled off her clothes, piling them one by one, neatly on the corner of her desk, till she was completely naked, but for the sheer black stockings and high heels.  I could still see the dildo jutting from her slit, her pussy was sopping wet.  I’m sure her panties were soaked through.

She whimpered as I stood and walked toward her, she was a little doll, even with the heels, I was still the better part of 6-8” taller than she was, her face barely made it to my shoulders. 

Her breasts were spiked with little red dots from the sandpaper that had pressed against her nipples all afternoon long.  I leaned down and took one between my lips and sucked hard, biting down softly with my teeth, rolling my tongue over her erect bud.

“On your knees bitch!”  She fell immediately to the floor. 

I lifted my right leg.

“Shoes”   She deftly undid the laces of first the right, then my left shoe, then pulled them off gently and set them neatly side by side behind her desk.

“May I remove your trousers Master.”  I stared down, nodding softly.  She worked her long fingers over the belt buckle and quickly had it unhooked.  Her nails were still painted a garish red, but I liked it, they looked wonderful against the dark fabric of her new wardrobe.

She held the waistband of my pants as she eased them down my thighs.  I stepped out of the legs and she quietly folded them flat. 

“May I remove your boxers Sir?”  I merely nodded.  She hesitated for an instant, her eyes locked on the bulge in my underwear, then moved her fingers to the elastic band holding them up. 

She stretched the underwear to avoid my ever hardening cock, and eased them down my thighs till I was able to step out of them.  I moved forward, till I was almost over her.  I started rubbing my dick on her face and through her hair, I couldn’t tell if she was disgusted, or in heaven.

“Lick my balls!”  She only had to arch her head back and lean slightly forward, the head of my cock rested on her cheek as she twisted her head to the side and started lapping her tongue over my balls.  She ran her moist tongue over the length of my shaft, then swallowed my testicles between her lips, sucking gently.  I let out an involuntary groan of pleasure as she deftly rolled my balls between her lips.

I wound my fingers through her hair and jerked her head back so she was staring me in the eyes. 

“I want you to lick my ass cunt!”  Instantly I saw the revulsion in her eyes, but I let go of her hair and turned quickly, not waiting for her protests.  It took a second, but I felt her hands on my ass, spreading my butt cheeks, then her nose pressing against my skin as she forced her tongue between my crack.  I almost collapsed it felt so good, but I planted my hands on her desk stabilizing myself as she worked the moist tip of her tongue against my nether hole.

“Fuck!”  My voice was barely audible, I loved it, the feel of her tongue on my ass, the humiliation I knew she felt as she rimmed me, but I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to cum.

I turned on her quickly, surprising her.  I could see the disgust in her eyes as she knelt there before me.

“On your haunches!”  She stared at my quizzically. 

“Up against the desk, on your heels, squatting”  She shuffled across the floor on her hands and knees to the front of the desk, then put her back against it and got up on her heels.  The back of her neck was up against the edge of the desk and her legs were spread wide.  I loved the vision of the dildo jutting from her pussy, slowly slipping more and more from her snatch the wetter she got.

I didn’t warn her, just stepped forward and buried my dick in her mouth.  She gagged as I forced the head of my cock deep between her lips and pressed her hard against the edge of the desk.  I grabbed the back of her head, worked my fingers into her glorious hair, and started face fucking her brutally. 

For an instant she tried to push me away, her small hands on my thighs, but it was useless and she just flailed her arms as she gagged on my prick.  I put one hand under her chin, the other wound through her hair at the back of her head.  She gagged and choked, her face going redder and redder. 

I couldn’t last for long, and I’m sure she appreciated it, because I used her mercilessly, pumping my cock deep in her throat, feeling her mouth convulsing on my throbbing dick till I could take no more.  I thought about cumming down her throat, but at the last second I pulled out and spewed on her face and in her hair.  Her eyes clamped shut as a glob of sperm stuck to her eyelid. 

“Fuck!”  I milked the last drops of semen out of my dick, rubbing it on her forehead. 

“Fuck I needed that!”  The head of my cock was so sensitive a shudder went down my spine as I pushed it to her lips.

“Clean me!”  Kelsey took my prick between her lips and sucked me dry, running her tongue over my shaft, my balls, but spending the majority of her time and attention on the head of my cock.  She didn’t look up at me, but I stared down at her the whole while.  When she was almost done I grabbed her hair and wiped my dick, then took a step back.

“You’re such a slut, aren’t you?”  She didn’t respond, she didn’t look up at me, just kept her eyes down, looking at my cock.

“I bet you can’t wait till I fuck you, can you?”  I stroked my dick, it made me excited just thinking about it, when I’d finally use her pussy.

“On your feet!”  She struggled to stand with the tall heels. 

“On the desk, on your back!”  I pushed the neatly piled papers to the side so she had someplace to lie.  She hopped up on the desk, worked her way back so her ass was just over the edge, her legs dangling free.

“Open your legs cunt, heels on the desk.”  She had to adjust her position, she placed her heels on the precipice of the desk, opening her legs wide.

I moved closer to her, she lifted her head and watched me approach.

“Suppose it’s time to take out your little friends.” I laughed and set my hand on her belly, it nearly exploded under my touch.

“I want you to keep these in your office, I suppose you’ll wanna keep them locked in your desk?”  She threw back her head, making a thud on the desk as I took hold of the base of the dildo and eased it perhaps an inch out of her pussy.

“So you wouldn’t cum for me slut?”  She grunted as I buried the dildo back in her pussy, then slowly eased it out again, this time probably three or four inches.

“You were a bad girl, not obeying.”  I drove the dildo back in her wanting cunt once more, then slid it almost completely out, till barely the tip was engulfed by her swollen pussy lips.

“You can expect to have dildo lunches a few times a week.”  She groaned loudly, her inner thighs were twitching and her belly was quivering.  This time I slammed the dildo deep in her belly, pulled it out almost completely, then drove it back to the hilt two or three more times.  Her nipples were rock hard and kept extending to longer and longer points. 

“You’ll like that, won’t you cunt?”  I pumped the dildo in and out of her cunt repeatedly, and with my free hand started rubbing her engorged clit between my fingers till she was loudly whimpering.

“Are you gonna cum for me now slut?”  She was crying, her pussy was a sopping mess as I plunged the dildo in and out of her slit over and over again.  I had her clit between my fingers and was squeezing it, rolling it, working it like a switch.

“Cum for me bitch!”  I think she lost track of where she was, Kelsey almost screamed at full volume as I slammed the dildo in her belly over and over again while she exploded in orgasm.  Her thighs closed tight on my hands and her back arched up off the desk.  Her hands were on her breasts pinching her nipples hard and her fingers digging into the flesh.  She howled in lust as the waves rushed over her body. 

She hardly reacted as I easily slipped the dildo out of her still trembling cunt.  She only broke out of her reverie as I tugged the butt plug out of her ass with an audible pop.  She looked up at me with glazed over eyes.

“Make sure you keep these safe.”  I set the dildo and plug down on the desk next to her.

“We still have a little matter to deal with, don't we?”  I sauntered to the head of the desk where her long, shimmering hair cascaded over the edge.  Her eyes were locked on me, but she didn’t say a word.  I rifled through her drawer for a second and found what I wanted.  I held the wooden ruler up for her to see.

“You’re still a bad girl.”  She started to protest, but I put my finger to my lip and she went silent before a word came from her mouth.

I ran my hand over her chest, drawing my palm over her erect nipples, then moving down over her belly.  I worked myself back between her splayed thighs, dragging my nails over her legs. 

“You are to cum when I tell you to, not cum when I tell you too, basically, you’re only to cum when I dictate it, understand?”  She squealed in pain as I laid the ruler down hard on her inflamed clit.  She instantly clamped her thighs together.

“No!  Keep your legs open cunt!”  She was sobbing now and I loved it.  She unwillingly opened her thighs till her knees were almost flat on the desk.

“Do you understand me cunt?”  I stared in her eyes, I could see the anxiety as she waited for the next blow.

“Do you understand me?”  A tear streaked down her cheek. 

“Yes Master!”  I brutally laid the ruler down on her clit again, two maybe three times more, then I started smacking the inside of her thighs.  Kelsey wailed with each blow, but I could see her biting her lips trying to keep as quiet as she could. 

In the end I don’t know how many stripes I gave her, but watching her writhe in pain on the desk made me tempted to fuck her there and then, but I couldn’t, I needed to wait.

I was panting from exertion when I laid the ruler next to her on the desk.  I stared at her for a minute, running my hands over her belly, her chest rising and falling as she sobbed.

I went to the pile of my clothes and sat and casually dressed.  I tied my shoes, making sure I had everything as I stood, I moved to the girl, she was still splayed out on the desk, her pussy and thighs glowing red from the whipping.

“Remember, slut earrings from now on.”  I ran my hand over her belly, then leaned down and sucked on her nipples, they were still rock hard and I suckled her like a needy child.

“I’ll see you in the morning.”  The deadbolt clicked loudly as I opened it, I looked around to see if there was anybody around, there wasn't, and I snuck out of her suite, leaving her there naked on her desk. 

To Be Continued…

Thanks for reading.  I hope that you liked the new chapter.  I hope to have additional chapters out sooner this time.  I always appreciate comments, it's always encouraging and helps me write, and I particularly love hearing from women who like my work.

Thanks…John (Semiater) aspererus@yahoo.com