Freya followed Beatrice into her bedroom. It was a little smaller than the living room/kitchen. The bed sat central, with a small vanity on the left hand side wall. An inbuilt cupboard was on the right side with full length mirrors adorning the doors.

“Strip down then stand to attention Doll.” Beatrice went to her cupboard and began rifling around amongst various clothes. 

Freya was too busy to watch as she quickly undressed. Once her clothes were heaped in a pile next to her, she stood flat footed, hands behind her back with chest pushed out slightly. Freya wasn't sure exactly why she chose to stand this way, except that it was what Goddess had instructed, so Doll would obey. Further instructions took a while to arrive however as Beatrice would grab various skirts and dresses and check them against Freya’s figure. Freya's nudity seemingly having no effect on her Goddess. Freya could only imagine how she would feel getting to witness all of Goddess’ pristine body in full nudity. Goosebumps tickled at her skin as she relished the feeling. Hard nipples protruded with pride from her breasts as her Goddess continued to model a modicum of outfits on her.

Eventually Beatrice waltzed over with a short pink rubber skirt and a matching tube top. A far cry from anything that Freya had ever worn before. “Put these on then sit at the vanity Doll. Quickly now.”

Freya wanted to retort about the clothes, but found her body had shot into action already as the shorts slid snugly around her bottom. Goddess had suggested the outfit and Goddess knew best. It wasn’t until both pieces were on that Freya realised there wasn’t any underwear involved. The thought melted away though as she sat at the vanity. Goddess knows best. Doll obeys. Staring at herself was strange. It was like she was watching an impostor inhabit her body, or a distorted facsimile of her self. Goddess did her makeup as she watched. Layers and layers of products that she’d never use herself. The look was entirely foreign to her. Though a smile hung over her face like a mask, terror and uncertainty tickled behind Freya's eyes. 

“All done. Aren’t you a sexy Doll?” Beatrice said with a wink as she finished applying a bright pink lipstick to Freya.

“Yes Goddess I am your sexy Doll.” With that, all assuages of doubt dissipated. She was her Goddess’ sexy Doll after all. Freya stood and teetered in her heels. Four inches was a lot for someone who rarely went above one. Before she could practice taking a step, Goddess began to stroke her arm.

Doll came to at the door to the apartment feeling all giggly and happy. She clung to her Goddess inhaling her fragrant aroma without thinking of anything. Her mind swam with thoughts of obedience and submission. How perfect it was to be a doll. That’s all she wanted to be. Intertwined arms saved Doll from stumbling over multiple times as her head bobbed in the crook of Goddess’s neck. One of her pigtails hung limply across Goddess’ chest. Doll hadn’t worn pigtails since at least five years of age, but Goddess said they were sexy. Doll was sexy. Doll was obedient. Doll was submissive. Doll was honest. Inhale. Enjoy. Exhale. It was about halfway back to campus Doll realised she had no underwear on when a light breeze caressed her wet pussy. Doll kissed her Goddess’ neck to suppress a moan but all she did was gasp around it. Goddess petted her head, and kissed her forehead gently. Doll smiled lazily as giggles enveloped her silly mind. She sighed with content as the walk continued; her tottering a slight hindrance, but just another silly thing to giggle about. Like the necklace that now bounced between her tits. With each step the pretty rose gold necklace would jangle and tug on Dolls neck. An endless reminder of her place below Goddess.

Campus was busy when they arrived as the semester began to really liven up, but Doll was solely focused on her Goddess. A finger twirled her hair as she stared dreamily at her Goddess reciting her learnings in her mind. There was no need to provide any attention to anything but her Goddess after all. At least, until class. Doll paid no attention to the subtle looks thrown towards them as the two entered the classroom and found vacant seats. A couple of whispers rippled across the room. Nothing demeaning, more curiosity at the new girl considering it was her first time in class. A couple of students recognised her from the lectures and were somewhat surprised at the outfit choice but nothing was mentioned to her directly. Nor did Doll care. She was dressed appropriately for Goddess. The tutor entered the room and Doll found her attention shift immediately to him and every word he was saying. Even her Goddess couldn’t rouse her from this state as she took meticulous notes for the both of them. Had Doll been able to notice other things, she may have felt her Goddess’ fingers gently caressing the bare folds of pussy. Or perhaps the light scratching of the hails as they trickled across her slick skin. But no, that wasn’t to be. Doll was too absorbed in being a good Doll and taking perfect notes for Goddess and herself. The note taking was easy for Doll. She absorbed every word like a sponge does liquid (though she didn’t write every word as some of those would definitely be a waste). Class wrapped up in what felt like moments to Doll. It was a strange, but exciting end. In the past she stood and left with all the other students, but this time everyone had already left except for herself and Goddess. Doll laid her pen down and turned to Goddess with a wide grin, and then everything hit her. A freight train running rampant through her mind with no care for what it hit. Raucous moans escaped Doll’s lips as pleasure rippled throughout her body. Doll wanted to cum. Doll needed to cum. Doll needed permission.

“Goddess. Please. Please. Goddess. Cummies. Please,” she stammers and whimpered. Her hips began to buck. Sweat glistened on her forehead as her hard nipples poked through the thin material struggling to contain her chest. 

Beatrice smirked at the helpless woman as her fingers traced intricate patterns through her loins. Mindless and incessant babbling filled the air between them as the woman begged and worshipped for release. Beatrice strongly contemplated not giving release, but ultimately decided it would be better for training. She explained that a snap of her fingers would release the pleasure, and as she waved them like a lilting flower in the air the woman’s eyes followed with a desperation that surprised even Beatrice. 

“Watch fingers. Cummies on snap.” That was all Doll could manage in her mind as her eyes followed Goddess’ fingers with an urgency to not miss the pivotal moment. The fingers opened, the climax approached and they closed slightly. Whimpers. Begging. Pleading. The snap. It was like a roller coaster that had frozen in time. An instant over the edge, a moment of clarity before the plunge. “Cummies,” was the only word. Positive or negative could not be determined in the minuscule amount of time that the though existed as Doll’s pussy all but exploded. Her body shook and vibrated as pleasure coursed into every nook and cranny. Electricity bubbled under Doll’s skin as she leant forward into the ample bosom of Goddess and began to inhale, calming herself. It was where she belonged. Joy overtook her expression as she found herself smiling as the rich heady aroma of her Goddess overtook any sense of self. Doll obeyed. Doll submitted. Doll was honest. Doll belonged. 

Doll didn’t know how long it was there. Outside was dark as the two walked back towards their apartment. The sun was supposed to be just about to set after class. Oh well, Doll had Goddess to look after it. Doll clung to its Goddess, resting in the crook of her neck with a dumb happy grin on its face. Its pussy ached and yearned for cummies, but really it was only to please her Goddess. Doll didn’t care if it got cummies, only if its Goddess was pleased. 

The two arrived home and the moment they crossed the threshold, Doll stripped to nothing save the necklace that Goddess had instructed she always wear. A perfect reminder that Doll was locked in Goddess’ control and it would always obey. Goddess took a seat on the couch and without even needing an instruction (well, not a current one) Doll pranced over and began to massage Goddess’s feet. First with its hands to work out any knots and muscle aches, but quickly followed with its mouth layering kisses and suckling her toes. Revelling in the indisputable divinity that sat before her deserving of unbridled awe and admiration. Doll was content and peaceful. Doll was exactly where Doll belonged.