“Who do you want to be Ember?”

Ember stood inside a blank void looking at herself completely naked. The voice echoed all around her as if it was thudding inside of her head. She felt so weak, so drowsy. All she wanted to do was give up and give in. She could feel her mind running a million different ways and it was all too much. There were too many thoughts and sensations. She just wanted to give in.

“Who do you want to be Ember?”

Ember reached out and felt fabric on her fingertips. She looked up and in front of her was a closet full of different costumes. Each one was completely different from the others. She pulled her hand back tentatively, nervously afraid of taking any of them.

“Who do you want to be Ember?”

“I just want to be what Chelsea wants me to be. I don’t want to be anything else.” She shook softly, scared of making the wrong decision. She knew Chelsea would like her no matter what, but some part of her here, deep down, was so afraid that she’d lose her if she was wrong.

Ember felt a hand slowly slide over hers. It was gentle as it lifted her arm up, tenderly guiding her. 

“Chelsea wants you to be who you want to be. So you will be someone to serve her.”

Ember could feel the white lace against her fingertips and looked up slowly at the black latex maid dress with white lace frills sticking out of it. It felt nice in her hand. She slowly reached up grabbing the coat hook.

“Put it on…”

The voice sounded so convincing. Ember nodded and slowly began to unzip the back of the dress.

“Who do you want to be Chelsea?”

The words echoed around Chelsea’s head. She pushed them back fighting against them. She felt so heavy all of a sudden, like her head was being filled with something. She looked down at herself, naked, and ran her hands over her body. It felt good, but like she wasn’t fully there.

She looked around the emptiness in her head and could see a soft pink cloud start to float across the ground. She tentatively walked towards it, her feet thudding softly on the darkness surrounding her.

“You are afraid of something. You are missing something.”

The voice seemed to come from beyond the smoke. Chelsea wanted to find the source of it so she pushed deeper into it. The smoke billowed higher the farther she went and soon it was as if she was walking through a cotton candy cloud. She breathed deep, the smell was intoxicating, a deep sugary scent mixed with florals. She felt light all of a sudden, as if she wasn’t trapped, but being lifted up.

“Who are you Chelsea?”

Chelsea’s foot hesitated to take the next step. Who was she? She felt as if she was missing something the last few days. Lost without a purpose. As if she was stumbling through the motions of being alive. She tried to speak but the words came out as a low grunt. Chelsea nervously touched her lips and couldn’t feel the sensation of them. In fact they felt plastic.

“You’re not much of a person anymore are you. You’re barely alive.”

The words, they were echoing in her head. She’d been thinking much of the same lately. If she didn’t have a purpose who was she? She was just some hollow shell of a person. A thing stumbling around. But she was still a person wasn’t she? Her name was Chelsea?

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t you rather be my doll?”

Chelsea wanted to nod, but it was getting harder to move. Each step felt as if she was stretching her body on creaky joints. She could feel herself getting more and more rigid by the second. But she didn’t want to be this person’s doll. She wanted to be Ember’s doll.

“Em-br-s D-lll” She forced out of her mouth barely a squeak.

“Yes. That’s your purpose. To be Ember’s Doll.”

Chelsea gasped, her eyes flying open as she woke up. Her head moved slowly side to side, almost robotically. She slowly tilted her head back to see she was laying in Tentra’s arms. Tentra was leaning back against the couch, completely naked, and Chelsea was laying in her arms. She looked down at herself completely naked, her legs stuck out perfectly straight frozen, arms bent in slightly. She looked like a doll. 

Slowly a smile creeped over her face. Chelsea was a doll. She was Ember’s Doll and she would be anything and everything Ember could ever need. That was her purpose in life and that was all she needed. She suddenly felt full again, not empty, but as if everything in her life was suddenly right all of a sudden. She felt like she could do anything, as long as that was what she needed to do.

But where was Ember?

“Look to your left.”

Chelsea turned her head at Tentra’s suggestion and there, cleaning the top of the fireplace, in a latex maid’s outfit that barely covered half her ass, was Ember. The latex caught the light making it shine. It cut off on her sleeves and just above the curve of her butt turning into white frilly lace. On top of her head was a small black headband, behind which her hair was done up into a bun. The frills coming off of it made it look like she was wearing a bonnet. 

In Ember’s right hand she had a feather duster that looked suspiciously like she was holding a dildo that just had dusting equipment shoved onto the end. Chelsea suspected that it must’ve been a dildo because there was another duster sticking out of her ass. Every time Ember moved it shook, all the feathers bouncing back and forth. 

Chelsea watched as a large drip of precum fell to the floor between her legs into what seemed to be a small puddle already there. “Ember dear. You keep making a mess on the floor. You’ll need to clean that up.” Tentra said sighing to herself.

“Oh no. I’m such a mess.” Ember said in the worst french accent Chelsea had ever heard, and stepped back spinning around doing a little twirl. She got down on all fours, her head turned towards the floor and began to lick up her mess. Chelsea watched and felt herself get wet at the sight. She tried to move to touch herself to no luck. Her arms were frozen, slightly bent at her side. She really was a doll.

Tentra slid her hand over Chelsea’s wet pussy running her fingers through it. “Don’t worry Chelsea. Dolls get played with and you’re going to be my favorite toy. Isn’t that right?”

“I’m a good doll!” Chelsea said excitedly wondering where that came from.

“Don’t you think Ember is much cuter as a maid?”

“I do. It’s very sexy to watch her.”

Chelsea felt Tentra press on her clit, a wave of pleasure running through her. She couldn’t move but inside she trembled in need. She needed to be filled badly. Staring at Ember licking up her own juices was making Chelsea way too desperate.

“Ember. It seems our doll here has a big need to fill. Come use your duster and stuff her for me.” Tentra said with a smirk playing across her lips.

Ember sat up at attention. “Of course Mistress.” She hopped up to her feet walking over. Chelsea watched her dick bounce with each step tenting her skirt. God she wanted to taste that, to feel it inside her. Ember slowly pushed apart Chelsea’s legs sitting between them on the couch. “Such a naughty dolly. Of course you need some deep cleaning.” With that she lined up the duster and quickly pushed it inside of Chelsea’s pussy.

Chelsea felt the toy go inside of her, but it was as if she wasn’t really feeling it. She could feel each thrust Ember made with it, pushing it deeper into her, but it felt as if it was pushing through a plastic barrier. It felt good, but not good enough.

“Remember a doll exists for pleasure.” Tentra touted Chelsea's head.

Chelsea felt as if her brain was bouncing around in her head with each nod. “I’m a good doll. And dolls exist for the pleasure of others.”

“Much better.” Tentra dropped her head. It rolled off of the genie’s breast and into Chelsea’s shoulder. She drooled onto her shoulder, her brain numb and fuzzy. The smile plastered on her face never faltered.

“Ember, stuff the toy deep into her. It’s time I get to enjoy my new playthings.” Ember immediately pushed the toy deeper, working it all the way into Chelsea. Chelsea felt it go further into her eventually popping in place like a key. Ember sat up waiting patiently. Out of the corner of her eye Chelsea could see Ember’s dick leaking like a faucet.

“Much better.” Tentra lifted Chelsea up so that she could stand, before dropping her down onto the couch. Chelsea landed with a thud on the cushion and watched as Tentra slowly straddled her head, butt facing backwards. She could see how wet Tentra was and hoped part of that was because of her. Tentra turned her head upwards and slowly lowered herself down onto Chelsea’s face.

“Pleasure me doll.” Chelsea felt her mouth open on the command. Her tongue began to lick at Tentra’s pussy. She could taste every drop as it hit her tongue and couldn’t stop herself from going for more. The smell itself was overpowering. It made Chelsea’s mind go hazy, the rich floral scent coming from her only made Chelsea grow more excited.

It was unusual for her to feel this way, she had never gotten so turned on without being touched before, but now letting go of all the control she usually had, instead letting someone else control her, take over her, it was so exciting. She shivered, her body unmoving, as she felt the feathers tickle her thighs.

“That’s a good doll. Maid my ass needs a good deep cleaning. Get to it.”

“Of course Mistress.” Chelsea felt Ember climb on top of her, straddling her hips to lean forward. She felt Tentra shift slightly and press down into her as she assumed Ember buried her tongue into Tentra’s ass.

A fresh burst of Tentra’s juices squirting out onto her face only confirmed what she suspected. Something about this was so hot to her. She guessed Tentra knew that which was why she had made them do it. All she could hope was that she was being a good doll.

“Oh yes. That’s it. Let me in. Let me take over.” 

Chelsea felt a warmth start to push into her head. It was comforting and tender, gently pushing her backwards and away. She let herself be guided down feeling as if she was taking a back seat in her own body. She could feel something else, something warm taking over, filling her. She wondered if Ember could feel the same thing.

Suddenly Chelsea felt it, it was as if she could taste Tentra’s ass as well on her tongue. The two sensations were suddenly overwhelming. She could feel her cock, no Ember’s cock twitching as it leaked against Chelsea’s stomach. She could feel both her ass and pussy being eaten, and stuffed full at the same time. She could feel Tentra’s tongue licking her lips, tasting herself, her and Ember matching the motions. Chelsea could feel everything happening all at once, her whole body being puppeted and used by the genie just so she could get off.

Chelsea cried cumming, her body remaining completely still, tongue still working as she felt the toy be forcefully pushed out of her and onto the couch. She wanted to cry out in delight, to pull her hair and grip Tentra’s ass but all she could do was lay there being overwhelmed by pleasure. She could feel Ember’s cum splash across her tits and stomach, shooting out in rope after rope. Her face was suddenly coated by Tentra’s own delicious cum which Chelsea greedily got to eating.

Tentra picked herself off falling on the couch next to Chelsea’s head. She waved her hand and suddenly everything was gone. All three girls were suddenly clothed, all messes cleaned up, all changes reversed. Chelsea slowly raised her arm tentatively moving it and brought it up to her face rubbing it. She was surprised to find how dry it was compared to everything that had just occurred.

She looked back up just in time for Ember to crash into her roughly falling onto her chest and stomach. Their foreheads smacked together with a soft thud. Both girls groaned.

“That is my bad. I was a bit too distracted to move you apart.”

Chelsea wrapped her arms around Ember. She tilted her head up to kiss Ember’s forehead. “It’s okay. That was…”

“Hot…” Ember panted out nuzzling her face down into Chelsea’s neck. She kissed it softly leaving soft bites along her shoulder.

“Yeah. That it was.” Chelsea said, fighting back a moan. She was still soaking wet and knew her clothes wouldn’t last long.

“You may not be Selene, Ember. But you definitely have her libido.” Tentra said panting. “I have not had that kind of magical release in a long time. You two are something else entirely.” Chelsea looked over at her. “No, I mean there is something there. You two are so entwined and connected there is just a magic build up between you two.” Ember joined Chelsea in looking over confused. Tentra groaned and rubbed her face pushing herself sitting up. Chelsea could see the flush still on her face. “Magic is not just magic. It exists in parts of life, in love, hate, life, and death. You two, between you, in your connection, there is something powerful there.”

Chelsea blushed as both her and Ember turned to look at eachother. Chelsea hadn’t seen Ember look at her like this before. It was as if the android girl wasn’t just looking at her, but was telling her that she was her everything. Chelsea felt her insides knot up and tie around themselves. Nobody had ever looked at her like this. It made her feel like she was Ember’s everything.

She leaned up and kissed Ember’s cheek. They had only been dating for a few days and yet, Chelsea would give everything up for Ember right here and now. It was such a powerful feeling that she didn’t want to be broken out of it ever again.

Tentra cleared her throat and both girls turned, snapped out of their reverie, to look at her. “Sorry to interrupt you two, but I may be able to make things magically appear, but I still need to eat and there’s nothing in this place to work from.”

As if on cue Chelsea’s stomach growled. She buried her face into her chest, dying from embarrassment.

“I’ll order something.” Ember said, rolling off of Chelsea and onto her feet. She stood up precisely without any flourish, so much different from when she was a maid. “Pretty sure my phone is in my bag upstairs.” Ember turned and headed for the staircase, Chelsea watching her leave.

“I put the maid outfit in the play room.” Tentra said from behind her playing with the fraying cuts on her shirt.

Chelsea turned around to look at her. “Thank you. For that and everything else.”

Tentra shrugged. “You both are stuck with me now. At least until I find something cuter to play with.” She looked up a smirk on her lips. “So tell me about this Carly from your gym. I saw her when I was in your head and she is definitely my type.”