Obedience was wonderful.

“Kiss me.”

I leaned up, moving a little stiffly because I was still getting used to my transformation again. Being a doll for hours definitely didn’t help me to move any parts of myself. For a moment, I had a brief thought of how it would be if she left me like that for months—years, even? How much muscle memories would I have lost? Would I be confused and be completely helpless except for how Alaina would pose me?

My body shivered at the thought, a pleasant shiver at the knowledge she could have done that. Turning me into someone who couldn’t do anything, nothing except for what she would use me for. When our lips finally pressed against one another, a shudder passing through my entirety from how the warmth curled around me with that action.

Thinking wasn’t needed. If she wanted me to be unable to do anything, she would ensure that would happen. Following her orders were always the easier choice, to just go with the flow. I looked into her eyes with wonder bubbling inside me, and there, within those gold, was a deep well of affection I could always see whenever she did this.

“Good girl.” She breathed out, all the while her hand was also moving to caress my cheeks.

My reward for being obedient. Shudders wracked my body from the pleasure of a job well-done, from her gentle touch and knowing how good it was to be her good girl.

I couldn’t believe I tried to fight her so badly, telling her that she was merely my friend. That I wasn’t… a doll. The word still felt wrong when being applied to myself, like forcing a square peg into a circle. But at the same time—she made so much sense. The point she made, and my inability to refute anything, made her case much more compelling. In the end, all I could do was trust her, believe that she was telling the truth. Because if I thought she was lying then, I couldn’t help but think over everything that had happened.

So the only possibility was that she was being truthful. I accepted that, holding it tightly within my grip so it wouldn’t ever be taken away from me. This wouldn’t be useful, in all likelihood. After all, no one had come for me. I was alone, without a need to justify that I wasn’t ever a human, and more of a doll that came to believe I was one.

I smiled at her happily, waiting for what she wanted to do next—Alaina was always full of different desire. She could want something more platonic today, and the next could be full of kink for her to want to do with me. Anything, as long as it was what she wanted.

“Let’s move to the bedroom, shall we?” She said, eyes darkening with passion.

We were still in the basement, after all. Sometimes, she enjoyed the way I would kneel on the dusty, rocky flooring. Today just meant she wanted me on the bed—or maybe she just wanted me to be there? I couldn’t be certain, not really.

“Yes, Mistress.” I whispered, the word still so fresh on my tongue.

It had been a new order, just something she asked me to use far more recently. A word that’s perfect for someone of her stature, for someone better. Pleasure easily filled me from that little act, another change she did toward my body as well—I didn’t know what she did, but it had happened while she changed something while I was in my doll body.

No matter. My smile widened a little bit more as I let myself be led by her, enjoying and loving the constant beat of arousal from all these acts of submission as well.

She didn’t move too fast, allowing the pleasure to further spread across my body, the pulse following my own heartbeat. I whimpered as wetness formed between my legs, and for a moment, when we were climbing up the stairs that would lead to her room—I wished there was a leash connecting the two of us.

No one would see it, but the fact she was leading me with one… She could tug on it if I was being slower than she liked, and the slack would allow me to know that this was the perfect speed she wished for me. I bit my lower lip, feeling the slight pain lancing through my nerves—and that little thing still made me whimper. Not even a sharp pain that would signify I had pierced through skin too. But that slight sting had been enough, because it had been some time since I last felt pain, all thanks to Alaina’s change in our circumstances that I wouldn’t be human unless she wanted me to be.

“Oh? Did you have fun without my permission?” Alaina stopped, and my heart immediately beat much, much faster from the dangerous tone she was gaining.

The flipside of everything—that she expected me to obey her, and not do anything else. Even if staying still was impossible, she still expected me to. It didn’t matter, I just needed to completely follow her.

“N-No, Mistress.” I whispered, shaking my head slightly. Maybe a little explanation would help? Sometimes that would lead to more punishment but, maybe she would find what I thought of wonderful—and that would lead to a praise. A smile and a reward.

“Hm…” She was silent, watching me for longer, still dangerous and ready to punish me.

I looked at the floor, at the clean steps and marveling on how different everything was, between the basement and the upper ground. Just waiting for the verdict to come down.

Her feet moved to the step right in front of me. Still making herself taller than myself, but I could feel her finger hooking below my chin, forcing me to look up again. To gaze right into her eyes and not look away.

“Tell me what you were thinking, and I’ll decide what to do with you.”

There were no thoughts within me to even think of lying. To find the right set of words that would lead to her not punishing me, or even end up praising me. No, every word I said was the truth, and I could feel her fingers pressing against my skin. Not a huge pressure, but my stomach still flipped at how close the two of us were.

Alaina smiled and touched me further, enjoying the feeling of me against her own. I, myself, shuddered from all the wonderfulness, more whimpers being dragged out of me. It was hard to think, but I never stopped telling her—especially on how much I enjoyed the thought of being led by her.

Controlled by her.

The feeling was so vivid I could almost feel the collar, tight against my neck as she pulled on the leash—the little yanks, whenever I ended up being too slow. I could so easily imagine it. The tug to tell me it was time to stop… Everything under her control, her oversight.

She snapped her finger, and I immediately pulled my attention back together, looking at her obediently.

“You have gone back to your imagination again, how desperate are you?” She asked, touching me fleetingly—so it was more of a tease, than anything else. I was helpless but to look at Alaina with a pleading look, one that made her smirk widely. She loved how I didn’t open my mouth to answer, giving and letting her decide the way things were. “There’s no need for you to answer. After all, you know what will happen if you decide for yourself, right?”

The way her words ended up on a questioning note, eyes narrowing slightly—my heart beat faster in worry, and I couldn’t help the whimper that came out of my throat. She wasn’t actually being against my suggestion—she just didn’t like it if I was the one taking charge. I looked away first, unable to muster the willingness to fight her about this.

“Good girl.” She breathed out again, and I could feel relief pouring right into my bones—because this meant she would forgive me. She just wanted me to be under her, to be obedient and following her orders. “But merely keeping you as a doll isn’t the best use of you, I can see that. Looking like a puppet, with many strings all over you so I can easily control your body… yes, I can see that.”

A shiver went through my body hearing that, especially when I thought of how that would look. Threads tying my wrists and the rest of my joints, and having Alaina then, able to control me so perfectly that she could decide on how I would move or stop—that would give her even more ways to manipulate my body, and that sounded perfect.

No need to think, because that would be better in Alaina’s purview than mine—after all, I could just point on what had happened for when I took care of myself. I ended up as a mess that needed to hold onto Alaina constantly, desperate for her on my side to listen to my complaints.

But now I was back under Alaina’s hands, and everything was so much simpler. She could just decide, and I would do it. Arousal continued to build all over my body, and I wished I could just rub my thighs together—the heady warmth was making it easy to shut my eyes and merely listen to what Alaina was saying.

“We can’t do that right now… but you’ll be happy to become one for me later on, will you? We can play different games.” She purred, and I knew what answer she wanted me to say.

Because I could have refused, I could have said no right now. But why should I?

“Yes, Mistress.” I whispered, happiness clear as I looked adoringly at her, following obediently as we continued on to the bedroom.

—

Alaina’s hand was gentle, moving from my cheeks down to my shoulder—all before she started caressing my bare sides, not a single stitch preventing her from touching me. She didn’t think I needed to wear any before we started—and so we didn’t.

I was already so aroused and wet, whimpering while laid down on the bed. Alaina was on top of me, her fingers moving so slowly that I could say it was tickling me with all the light touch she’s doing. My lower stomach tightened from how turned on I was, and I couldn’t help but pant slightly against all her ministrations. She hadn’t even touched me anywhere too intimate. The ghost of a touch was enough to make me whimper, pressing against her wherever possible.

Alaina chuckled, not cruelly, but in a way that made lightning coursed through my body. Her hand moved downward, touching me more and more, making me realize where she wanted to go.

When her fingers finally quested around my lower lips—I couldn’t help but moan, pussy tightening despite the fact she hadn’t entered even a single digit. I knew she would, but at this moment, at this teasing—I needed more of her touch. I needed her to fuck me so deep that I couldn’t think of anything else except for her to give me another whenever she wanted.

“Please.” I begged, the word coming out so easily out of me. Not something I was used to in the past, but ever since Alaina had handled me, I found it easy to do it. To obey and follow what she wanted out of me. Moving the way she told me to… even if sometimes, I could feel how I shouldn’t have laid down like that. To give up and merely become her doll and puppet—but Alaina merely needed to look at me with narrowed eyes, and I couldn’t find it in myself to do anything else. “I-I need you.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I gasped as Alaina continued her quest on touching more of my body instead of what I begged her to do.

For a moment, I was distracted by how her touch felt—late for a second. Just a while of nothing, as if she wasn’t touching me right now, that her digits weren’t dragging against my skin. My body lagged before telling me that yes, she was still there and caressing me all over.

That, of course, wasn’t the only time my body seemed to be off. During moments where we were pressing so much of our body to one another like this, there were always something different happening, ones that I recognized to not happen beforehand in the past. But then again, I never had sex before.

“You are mine. My toy to use as I see fit…” She whispered, jolting me out of my reverie and telling me that she was still here. That I shouldn’t be paying attention to anything else except for her. Her words too… they sounded so loud in my ears, despite the fact they were merely a whisper. Enough to make me shudder as I leaned against her, all the while Alaina’s fingers continued to brush my body. They steadily went up, slowly going until she ended up touching my face, brushing my lips—and what happened next was so automatic I didn’t think at all until a few seconds had passed.

I opened my mouth, sucking her fingers immediately—she didn’t taste much like anything, more of clean skin and the slight saltiness of sweat from all the exertion. She cooed, happy with my action and sending more happiness and arousal through my body. I was getting so turned on, full of want and desire, as she slowly pushed me to the action she wanted me to do.

Would I have done this in the past with her? I had no idea, but all I could do right now was look at Alaina with adoration in my mind. All I knew, was the certainty that she loved me and this was her way to show it. Of course, there would be payment for her.

“And yet I’m the one giving you pleasure, don’t you think there’s something wrong?” Her smile was dangerous, almost predatory in its sharp edges. I was sure it could cut me, if I was still thinking in my previous ways—if I didn’t think of everything in how Alaina wanted me to do.

I nodded, because that was the only answer she wanted out of me. Saying no would end up with a frown and a dangerous glint in her eyes. Alaina would let me refuse her, she didn’t force me at all, but… I didn’t want to.

“I should be pleasuring you.” The words she didn’t say I need to voice out, but had to anyway. Silent orders and expectations, ones I wouldn’t be able to even understand beforehand. But now, with Alaina, who was my Mistress now—I could do it. I got her on some levels.

Besides, the fact that Alaina never made it hard for me to know which was the right answer was wonderful. Especially since it lead to this, to Alaina smiling proudly and caressing my cheeks for a moment.

“Always the best toy, aren’t you?” I nodded quickly, shuddering slightly in pleasure from the praise.

Slowly, as if she wanted to let me savor the seconds—Alaina sat down on the bed and spread her legs—allowing me to see her already aroused pussy. Her entrance was already wet.

I moved around as well, turning my body until my face was between Alaina’s legs. This close, I could smell her arousal already, an earthy warmth that made me heady, drools pooling in my mouth from my desire. But despite what I wanted the most was to lean forward and lick, I still waited for Alaina to give her okay. Her hand was gently running through my hair, as if enjoying the way she could rub it so easily and smoothly.

The longer she made me wait, the more I trembled beneath her. Maybe it didn’t seem like it, but I needed to do this. Perhaps that was her effect on me, rather than anything else. But did it matter? As long as the end result is how I was right now, being artificial had no bearing on anything. Not like there would be anyone saving me, as I was merely her toy with some delusion from the beginning anyway.

“You can.” was the wonderful two words that immediately made me lean forward, tongue already out to lick her folds—to allow me to drink and taste Alaina herself.

I never did this with anyone else, but I was sure that no one would hold a candle to what Alaina had nonetheless. I was veracious, licking and sucking the best I could, moving to wherever Alaina felt the most pleasure on. I had to be careful to not overload her, of course, but when I felt Alaina’s tugging my head slightly, controlling where I was going—I could feel my own pleasure coursing through my body.

I moaned against her, the vibration making her shudder as well. She loved it, and I couldn’t help but also feel the same. Especially when her body started to tense, her hand pulling me closer until I could barely breathe—I never stopped to pleasure her, because right now, what mattered was Alaina.

She gasped, her body trembling in an effort to hold back—and I was pressed even harder, my nose buried against her pubic hair, her taste being everything within my mouth—the tension was ratcheting up, my lungs burning in my chest.

But she didn’t let me go, and so I didn’t stop.

I didn’t know how long I was like that, just feeling the way the bed and Alaina pressing against me—the oxygen had long since ran out, and I was slowly losing my consciousness, the darkness pressing on the edges. But I still forced myself, making me continue until there was nothing else in my mind, everything else swallowed by the need to take even a single breath—and knowing that if I stop, she would be disappointed and punish me.

She came, in the end.

Her taste became so much stronger against my tongue, and then, and only then, did she loosen up, and I could take a few deep breaths. Everything smelled like Alaina and sweat, and my brain and chest still felt the burn.

The two of us just laid there, on the bed, panting and trying our best to come back to normal—but Alaina came back first. I was still lying there, my head against her inner thigh as she took her deep breaths, before slowly pulling me closer. Making me lie against her body.

Even though the two of us were sweaty and tired, and my head was still full of cotton—she started to touch me. Play with my body from my back, making me shiver and dragging out loud moans that made me flush.

“Good girl. You did so, so well…” She whispered, excitement leaking into her tone again as she continued talking, her fingers never stopping. I was reminded again of my position, and her showing what my weakness meant. “Such a good toy, doing what she does best.”

I moaned again, in pleasure, even if I didn’t know whether it was her touch or her words that caused it.

Slowly but surely, her hands started to move downward. At first, she played with my neck, touching the crook of it, near the collarbone—before she continued on. Down, further than merely my chest and stomach, but into my most private places—the one that I didn’t really think of, despite the whole thing I had with Alaina.

I whimpered and gasped as her digits languidly touched around my entrance, playing with it and feeling how wet I was already being.

“I hadn’t even done anything with you beforehand. You are so perfect, Elys.” Her whispers were like drugs, something I needed so, so badly. It didn’t matter what I needed to do, because as long as that’s what I got, then… I just wanted more. “Do you think perhaps you’ll like it more if I only use you without giving anything back? That’s how a toy was supposed to be, after all.”

My whole body shuddered, heat coursing through everything. A churn that made me so much wetter—yes, what Alaina proposed sounded incredibly powerful. And yet, as I opened my mouth, about to answer her—Alaina had cut in again.

“Ah, but this is what I decided. So whatever you feel doesn’t really matter, does it?”

Her smile was blinding, even with all the condescension. Arousal continued to build inside of me, my desire had to be so plainly obvious over my face, considering the way Alaina’s smirk had gone wider.

“Spread your legs.” She ordered, and my body moved to comply before anything else.

She had trained me so well, so much, that I didn’t even need to think anymore before my obedience.

Her fingers easily slipped inside, playing, churning my body and mind easily. I was already so aroused that each movement was smooth, as if there were nothing impeding her at all. Occasionally, her thumb would go over and rubbed across my clit and—another choked moan escaped my throat, more heat and everything burning across my body.

My mind was a melted ice, burnt down from all the pleasure she bestowed upon me. I couldn’t help but tightened myself against her digits, trying my best to keep her inside. Maybe that was a faux pas, something that a toy or a doll shouldn’t have done—but that was all just out of my hands anymore.

I couldn’t fight it. Maybe if Alaina told me that was me being a bad toy, a bad girl then… I whimpered at the thought, and Alaina stroked my cheek with her other hand. She might not know the context, but she knew I needed the comfort of her touch right then and there.

“Hush now, just focus on the present. On me.”

Her order was the buoy I needed, the anchor that allowed me to dwell on. She was destroying my mind again, building and building the tension within my body—and not allowing me to let it break. Not until she gave the say so.

Maybe she didn’t tell that right now, but I knew that was how she preferred us to play. That the only way to exist was my obedience, and that included when I was fully swamped and broken from the sheer pleasure burning in my veins.

Even right now, I could feel the strain all over my body. The way I had to gasp and whimper, for the little noises were the only way I could let the pressure out, even if merely a little bit. My eyes were squeezed shut, my hands gripping onto the mattress as Alaina hummed and enjoyed all the way I reacted.

She was slowly dragging me to the breaking point. The touches, the caresses, the way she looked at me—it all was culminating to one thing, and that was orgasm.

Not just yet, but I could feel drool escaping from the edge of my mouth, as I was slowly becoming unable to control anything else—none, except for the parts of me I knew I had to keen tensing, further and further like a pulled taut rope.

Soon it would fray and break, but that wasn’t now.

No, right now all I could do was holding on as Alaina pushed her fingers deeper—as if she was seeking something deep inside me. Her other hand was still playing on my body, and the occasional tease on my clit was enough to ensure I wasn’t able to relax. Only accepting what she was doing and—

My mind stuttered.

Red-hot pleasure swamped my mind, and there were screams echoing inside the room.

Alaina didn’t let up.

Her fingers brushed against that place, again and again and again and again—

I trashed beneath her, unable to hold back my physical reactions anymore. The only thing I was focused on was to ensure I didn’t reach the peak just yet. Just a little more, I promised my body, despite knowing it was up to Alaina.

It wasn’t my place to decide, and I had to hold on.

Screams, begging. I didn’t know what words had escaped out of my mouth, but Alaina didn’t give me a single answer—and instead contented herself with continuing to torture me with this wonderful magma burning my body.

Everything was dragged, pulled, tension corded all across my body as I tried and tried the best I could—

“Let it go.”

And I did.

I screamed until my throats felt raw, and my body clenched hard against her finger—and I couldn’t think of anything else. Nothing with higher functions were running in this brain, as I cummed everything there out. Giving it all to Alaina until all the pleasure was finally stopping.

Even Alaina slowly took out her fingers, my arousal making the two of us still connected. I could barely see that, though. Everything was so blurry as I panted on the bed, nothing inside my mind as I waited for what else she wished for me to do.

“Good girl, Elys. You have held on so, so well.” Her praise was like a balm for my bruised mind and body. I leaned my body toward her and—she caressed me again. Her touch was gentle and the fact she was warmer ever so slightly—My eyes slowly fall shut.

It was easy to just… let myself go, especially after all that exertion. There’s no need to think.

“I’m so proud of you, you know?” Alaina started speaking with soft voice as if she was trying to not let me hear it. But I still could—I was just in the middle of that situation, where I was half asleep and yet awake enough I could recognize what was happening. “You learned how to be a good toy so, so well. Being obedient and doing your best to just follow all my orders no matter how unreasonable.”

Her words sent chills across my spine, reminding me of the possibilities that she could still lie. That my thoughts were just like this, not because Alaina had told me the truth, but because she had broken and reshaped me this way.

Alaina chuckled then, caressing through my body and making my tensed body loosen. I didn’t even know I was all contracted like that.

“Ah, I shouldn’t be saying all those silly things, my toy.” Her confidence was back, and I… preferred it this way. No, Alaina didn’t lie.

Even if she did… maybe it didn’t really matter? In the end, I enjoyed being her toy, and that was the most important part in this whole thing.

“I love you.” I couldn’t help but mutter, especially as Alaina cooed over me the moment she heard it—I found myself smiling and relaxing.

There was no need to think, not unless Alaina asked me to do that.

“I love you too, my little toy.”

Truly, the best affirmation I could ever get.

This was my place, and being her toy was my purpose. Nothing else.