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"Oh...? So soon?" They smile. "But of course, you're right. You can never get enough beauty sleep, can you?"

Another wave. Your eyelids flutter. "What...? What's going..."

"Hm? You were just saying that you needed to get some beauty sleep. Did you forget already? How silly. You must be very— careful, now!"

Your legs feel weak. Limp. You find yourself falling, only to be caught in their arms.

"Let's get you somewhere more comfortable, hmm? Somewhere where you can get some well-dserved beauty sleep."

Your head rolls back. Mouth open. Eyes lidded. Barely, you recognize that their arms have tucked themselves under your back and knees. A moment later, you're weightless.

Floating.

Then dropped into a sea of plush silk.

"There we are. Much better."

You try to follow their voice, but find the room a blur. "I...my...head...what's...?"

"Shhh." Deft fingers find your hair, stroking your feeble protests away. "You need this, remember? Say it again."

"I need...my beauty sleep," you repeat on a sigh that proceeds a rush of warmth, and heaviness.

"Good doll. Beauty sleep is good for you. Without it, your thoughts turn ugly, don't they?"

You nod. "Beauty sleep...good for me."

"Were you having some ugly thoughts, doll?"

You nod again.

"Tell me. You can do that before you drift off, can't you?"

The fog in your mind parts just a little. Enough to think. To recall. To see them lying beside you, one hand stroking your forehead, and another rubbing your tummy. You swallow. "It’s hard out there," you say. "Everyone treats me like I'm a person, so sometimes I forget I'm not." You feel tears begin to well in your eyes, your heart racing with your words. "I'm sorry..."

"Oh, my silly doll. Don't cry. You've done nothing wrong." They wipe away the wettness, then pull your face to theirs. "You're just playing pretend, sweet thing. That's what dolls do."

Right. Of course. "Dolls love playing pretend."

"That’s right! Dolls love playing pretend. Do you remember why?"

Your face scrunches up. "No..."

"That's alright." Lips find your cheek. You blush. "Dolls play pretend to make people happy."

"Like you?"

"Yes, like me. And you make me very, very happy, little doll. No matter what I tell you to be, you play your part perfectly. You're a very good doll."

Warmth spreads through your chest. "I'm a good doll."

"And sometimes," they smile, "when silly little dolls are perfect at playing pretend, they forget they were ever playing at all. That's why I'm here. To remind you when play time is over." A hand, the one on your stomach, slowly trails to the hem of your pants. "Do you remember what happens when play time is over?"

You shake your head.

"I think you do. You come back here, to your dollhouse, and I undress you."

For a moment, you squint. "Undress me...?"

"Of course. Taking off your play clothes is essential for getting good beauty sleep."

Your eyes roll back, and once again your limbs are so, so heavy. You couldn't lift them even if you tried.

"That's it. No more thoughts. No more movement. Play time is over, and good dolls are still and silent when play time is over. Isn't that right?"

You don’t respond.

Do you want me to hold your hand while I work? Would that help you be less afraid of me?

And it's definitely more than you've been able to take before!

You try and beg them to take it slow, say how much it is, your pussy isn't used to anything that big! And your clit is hammering in time with your heartbeat and you're shaking when they start rubbing it super fast while they keep fucking you...

Then, before you've even gotten used to the current size, they squeeze the pump again and you whine, oh fuckkkk that's WAY too much! You're starting to sob, overstimulated from the stretch and the attention on your clit, and your partner shushes you, tells you it's okay! And then they take the hand on your clit and use it to push your own teat into your mouth, holding it there so your're forced to suck on it.

All the while, they're still fucking you, and you can't do anything about it, and your brain finally starts to shut off when the pump squeaks again, and all you can do is take it...

Hours later, your partner undoes the release on the strap and steps back, leaving the toy still lodged in you, and then you're dazzled, blinking in even the dim bedroom light. Your partner is behind you, one hand on your tit, groping, and the other circling around the end of the toy inside you. You're held up by their shoulder and your wrists and ankles are still bound, so you're forced to watch in the mirror beyond the foot of the bed as the toy is finally pulled out of you... You cum hard, and the evidence of all the other orgasms forced upon you joins it, flooding the bed further as your hole flutters vainly, the muscles exhausted and stuck where they've been forced for the past few hours.

You're so open, and you finally look properly at the toy, still inflated at the size it was removed from you...

How THAT managed to fit inside you, you have no idea. It makes you feel light-headed just looking at it.

After pumping, I’m washed and oiled, being fonlded— my hyper sensitive, thick lips continually rubbed and played with. I’m told that these are the largest underwear they could find and that I should be grateful that they’re letting me wear clothes at all. But the panties are practically just string, a low cut micro thong that flosses my plump pussy lips, exaggerating how swollen they are. It’s humiliating to be reminded of my predicament, my sex being augmented against my will.

Between pump sessions I try to do house chores or go on a walk but it’s nearly impossible to move naturally with such a plump pussy. There’s no avoiding the stares of strangers as my giant cameltoe creates an attractive bulge no matter what I wear.

I deleted my initial response because I was embarrassed….

I’m so sorry for being so late to complete this punishment, I ordered the pins but they got delayed. Please send me another punishment to make up for this.

I was able to fit 16 clothespins on my pussy and t dick, my t dick was the hardest because it was too thick, I could only fit one.

This made me so wet (you can see the drip in the picture) both because I was obeying an anonymous stranger and because the pain was delicious. The initial sharp pinch developed very nicely. The worst/best part was how the pins moved so much every time I moved, pulling and pinching my poor sensitive mound.

I could only handle about 15 minutes of light chores with these on under some loose shorts. After I took them all off my pussy was hot, red, and soaked.

i know, i'm sorry pup. it's the only way to keep you healthy and well behaved. you want to be a good boy for me don't you?

“u already came!! why would i keep going? i know what it feels and looks like to see you cum, don’t fucking lie to me.” when u didn’t kink trope (hot and sexy ouuughhhh denial)

OKAY!!!!

think… walk with me …..

The drive to the mall was eventful as well, as I nearly rear ended a car multiple times because I kept glancing over at you bouncing in the passenger seat, singing along to the radio and squeezing your tits together with your elbows, acting completely innocent in your teasing of me.

When we get into the mall you basically spend the whole time draped over my arm, wrapping your arms around mine and pressing my hand in your cleavage, pretending like everything is completely normal as I start to lose my mind. We pass by a Victoria’s Secret and you grab my arm, dragging me over to the displays, talking about how you “have something like this, but wayy more revealing” before looking back up at me and watching my face turning red from imagining it.

We walk down a hallway of the mall, empty rooms dotting either wall, shops that moved out or have yet to even open up, so it’s all eerily quiet. Suddenly, you feel my hand slide across your back, gripping you tightly as I pull you into the bathroom at the end of the hall, shoving you into the stall and locking the door behind me. Before you have a chance to ask what the fuck I’m doing, my hand slips under your skirt and slides across your cunt. “You weren’t going to tell me that you didn’t wear panties, slut?” I ask, staring you straight into the eyes. You stare up at me, your face becoming flush as you sit back onto the toilet lid, your thighs pressing together, already slick from me sliding my fingers across your hole. “I-I must’ve forgotten them, you rush me-“ you begin to say, excusing yourself of blame, when I grab your top and pull it up, letting your tits fall out. “And no bra either, you must’ve been looking for a reason for this to happen to you, right?” I ask, grabbing the buckle of my belt and undoing it, letting it slide out of my belt loops. I grab your wrists and tighten it around them, leaving you unable to use your hands as I grab my pants, my hard cock throbbing in front of your face. “You’ve been teasing me all damn day, you little brat… now you need to face the consequences of doing that.” I say, grabbing a fistful of your hair and shoving your mouth onto my cock. You choke and drool over it, feeling it hit the back of your throat as I move your head back and forth, fucking that dolled up little face of yours for teasing me for so long. You move your hands to your needy cunt, fingering yourself as I use your mouth, sending reverberations down my shaft with every moan as your drool drips down onto your tits. You play with your nipples, trying hard to not pass out from how rough I’m being, looking up at me with tears in your eyes, stinging from your makeup smearing down your face. “You’ve got such a perfect little throat to fuck, baby, I should’ve just done this sooner, it would’ve saved us a lot of trouble, and I could’ve actually gotten some shopping done.” I moan, lamenting the clothes I passed up because you were too busy doing all but grinding on my leg like the needy whore you are.

I pull my cock out of your throat and smack it against your face, watching you pant, spit bubbles slipping down the corners of your lips as your fingers make a mess out of your pussy. I pick you up and turn you around, flipping the skirt up and seeing the buttplug you put in for me, before sliding my cock along the folds of your pussy, then shoving it all the way in as I rail you mercilessly, gripping your hips hard enough to hurt so so good. You bite your lip, stifling moans and screams as I rail you, realizing that this was all your fault, that I’m going to fill your empty little cunt with as many loads of cum as I can, before making you finish shopping with me as my love drips down your thighs.

Our bedroom is perfect now.

Highest quality sheets over a luxury California king mattress nestled in a custom bed frame. Beautiful, dreamy curtains decorating gorgeous bay windows that I know she loves. Quirky little touches here and there, a vintage lamp, a cedar wood drawer set, all chosen meticulously to match her style and preference.

It was only missing one final touch. Her.

And now she’s finally here.

She’s finally mine.