Dolly sat at a little table right next to the Big One with Mistress and all Her Lady friends. Almost like she was a Real Lady herself.

Today Dolly was The Pink Polka-Dot Swiss Miss. Pink things were always her Favorite. She had on a very wide and very ruffly Skirt with a Pink apron over, where all the polka-dots were, that came Almost All the way down to her thighs. (The skirt had a name that sounded like drill-drill or something, maybe cuz anyone who saw her In it would want to Drill her.) She had tight Latex Stockings, shiny sexy White ones, that came almost all the way Up to her pussy. They took ever so long to put on and got her so Excited she had to be wiped down, but for Special Occasions Mistress said the Look was Worth It. And she had the adorablest little pink polka-dot Cap to perch on her Dumdum Head!

Her lips were hot pink doll Lips, painted very dainty, to make her look extra Decorative and extra Prim and Proper. It made her such a Proud Dolly when Mistress showed her Off like this to Real People, and then to be displayed at her Own Dolly Table! She wanted Everso to Deserve it. She kept her Neck long and held her back Very Straight and when she lifted her Teacup she poised her pinky Straight out away from the handle, as was Proper. Everyone could see she was a Very Good Dolly Indeed.

It Dazzled her to be in Company so Elegant and Refined. The Ladies wore Diamonds on their Hands and Fingers and they sipped their Tea from antique China cups trimmed with Real Gold! And never slurped or Clattered or ever Spilled A Drop. When the Ladies Nearest her drank, Dolly being a Polite Well-Programmed Girl did the same, to put them at their Ease. Dolly’s Tea of course was only Air, same as her Cake was Pretend; a Dolly couldn’t really Eat or Drink. Her dolly tea Things were just cheap plastic painted to Imitate china and Gold. They were Scuffed and Dull and once in a while a Bit of paint Flaked Off in her mouth. Still the Set was a Special Thing. It came from a Long-Ago Time Dolly barely could Remember, when she was just a Little Dolly, not even Taken yet! She had chosen it for her Tribute Of Gratitude to Mistress for her Enslavement. Every New girl gave Her One when she was Brought In. How Dolly had Begged and cried handing it Over! Then Cried a Second time, when from Her Goodness Mistress gave it Back to Her Dolly, and charged her with keeping it Safe.

Mistress and Her Friends smiled and talked and laughed, and Dolly smiled and laughed With them—only her Tiniest, Refinedest tee-hees Would Do—she nodded back Primly whenever she received a Lady’s Nod and always remembered to Look for whichever Lady was Talking the most just then, to practice Gazing Attentively At. Dolly was diligent about her Listening expressions and she always tried to make the same ones Real People did when they Conversed. Once at a Different party Mistress told someone, look at her, you could almost be Fooled into thinking she comprehends. And then chucked her on the Chin and said, When all she’s got is fluff between her ears! It was one of the few times in Dolly’s Life she ever Got A Joke. Fluff!!! What an Amusing Word. When the People around Mistress laughed at It she did too, to be Polite of course, but not just for that. For a moment it felt like she was really Joining In.

Dolly was beginning to wonder where Toy was with the Entertainment. That’s what Mistress Told her while Dolly was Being Primped, that Toy would be there for the Party and there’d be Entertainment. Mistress’s Entertainments were always so Legendary! But it would be Like Toy to screw her part Up Somehow and Ruin things. Stupid Toy! Dolly could feel herself getting Mad at the slut Just in case. She wouldn’t let her Face get mad though. Good Dollies never offered People anything but the Pleasantest Expressions.

Mistress was super-smarter than Dolly, super-super-Smarter, and she was right about Everything Always, but still Dolly didn’t know how Toy could possibly be Refined enough to be entertainment for a Real Ladies’ Tea Party. Toy was Not Special. Toy was just the Brainless Whore everybody in Slave Quarters made Fun of all the time. But maybe That was the entertainment? Dumbslut Toy sticking out like a sore Thumb where she didn’t Belong, and it would be Funny, and they would all Laugh at her. Dolly thought of how funny that One Time was, the time Toy first became Toy: a couple of Experienced girls had been double-teaming her with Vibrators, which Toy said she’d never Used them before, and they got caught in this Rhythm and it got Toy Insanely hot and she started Going “toy toy toy toy toy” Real Dumb like that in Time with it, like she was seeing God or something, just “toy toy toy” Nonstop till she Came. Everybody Fell Out! After that what else were they supposed to Call her? Mistress decided the name Fit. Or She decided to change Toy Around until she fit the Name. Sometimes Dolly had trouble keeping her History straight.

She told herself she Must Not start laughing at Toy before the Ladies did.

And Then things got a little Confused around Dolly, the way it Happened sometimes. She noticed she was having a lot more trouble with her Attentiveness. Like someone put her Brain on wrong, like it was on the wrong Speed or there was some sort of Interference or Something. Dolly wasn’t sure How Brains Worked. The Ladies were talking all together and Laughing while they were talking and LOUD and it was Confusing anymore to know Who to Look at, or what Face she should pull to Be Pleasing. Some of the Ladies Pointed at her and made Hooting Noises and she started getting Scoldy with herself because Bad Dolly couldn’t Tell what they wanted. And Plus bad Dolly’s Posture was gone! Her Slut Knees had come apart and she was Slouched back in her seat and her legs Spread out very Lewd in front of her underneath the Table. Dolly’s heart Sank to think she was Displeasing the Ladies with her sudden Inexcusable lack of Prim.

At least she knew where Toy was now. She’d recognize that Rude little cuntsucker’s Tongue in a Roomful of mouths. This was why there was still no Entertainment! How on earth did That Slut get Down there and nobody see, Dolly thought. She imagined saying Something to Make Toy Stop, or even Telling Mistress On Her, but Dolly was not a Talking Dolly today. And she was Very Afraid it was too late now even if she had been. She was feeling All Trembly in her Thighs; her Breath was coming fast and hard and sounding Quite Whimpery and she could tell a Noise was trying to push its way out of her. A Big Noise. She set her mouth Against It. Dolly was Anxious the noise would be Very Impolite Indeed if she let it go and she would Shame herself as a Dolly in front of Mistress and all Her Ladies.

She really liked being Licked though, she really Liked Toy Licking her; fuuuuuck Toy was just the best when it came to Mouth Things. But it was Very Very Naughty of her. There was a Show to put on! Dolly started feeling weepy. She just knew she was going to get Punished for No Entertainment and not Making Toy Stop when it was all Really Toy’s Fault being Disobedient! It was So Unfair.

Just then Toy found a Sensitive Place with her Tongue, and Dolly remembered all at once what she Really was today was a Tickle-Me Dolly, and that was one of her Spots. Her mouth shot Wide Open and she practically roared, “SUCK. MAH. PUSSSEHHHH” at the top of her Lungs to the whole room.

Then the Swiss Miss programming kicked in and she threw her head back and Yodeled while she came.

When she recovered a bit Dolly saw the Ladies were laughing and applauding and couple of them had Toy off in a corner already Going to Town on her. It seemed like maybe they hadn’t Ruined Things after all. Maybe that Noise Dolly was afraid of making hadn’t got out. One of the Ladies came up behind Dolly and stroked her Hair and kissed her Forehead and scooped Up some of the Come from her pussy and Shoved it into Dolly’s Mouth. It was Very Elegant of Her.

Still! Toy made her miss the Ladies’ Whole Entertainment, and Dolly was a very Cross Dolly about that, even after the Nice Orgasm. She would have something to Say to Toy once Mistress gave her her Talking Voice back.