vivienne

the air thickens when we’re close like this, you driving and me in the passenger seat. perhaps we both recognise the opportunity? perhaps we both just enjoy these moments alone, the two of us moving towards something. together. your hand resting on my thigh, my fingers trailing across yours, mapping the outline of each one. you’ll squeeze the top of my leg and i feel it in the deepest parts of me. like a shot of electricity. it feels like i’m awake. it feels so fucking good. the music will be playing as usual, filling the charged silence, and we’ll be talking about something utterly mundane.

the weather is so nice today!

what’s the plan for when we get there?

fancy anything for dinner tonight?

all the while, our mind is on what we really want to say.

pull over. please?

touch my pussy over my clothes?

do you think people will see if you bend me over the backseat and fuck me, standing outside the car door?

but we don’t say these things. we keep looking ahead, because we don’t need to voice it. you and i, we think alike. you’ll slide your hand up higher, curving into my inner thigh as you go, knowing what we both want to happen here. you’ll be teasingly slow, and i’ll be making a mess of my underwear in no time. my cunt will be throbbing when you decide enough is enough, and you find a place to pull the car over. i’d be out the door and getting into the backseat without a word.

so when i climb on top of you, spread my knees on either side of yours, wrap my hands around your neck, and lower myself down onto your cock, it will slide in so fucking easy baby. why? because i’m built to take all of you. you’ll fuck me so good, so full, that i’ll stop caring about the people driving past, catching glimpses of me bouncing on your cock like a good girl should. my moans filling up what space there is between us, i become brainless in that moment. you can use, and fuck, and fill me however you like. and as all self control slips, and you grip onto my hips and push me down harder, fucking yourself up into me, i surrender myself completely to the moment. to the feeling of you.

we’ll eventually find our way back to the front seats of the car, you leaking down my leg, a pleasant soreness within me. and it will feel so right, so natural, to continue heading to where we need to go, with your hand resting back on my thigh and my fingers covering yours like they were before.

because i’m yours.

Begging often is trivialized down to repeatedly saying “please” until you get the desired action. Don't get Me wrong, I'm guilty of this, and while this may suffice once in a blue moon, or in a fit of pure desperation nearing the edge of climax only to be reminded that good dolls don't worry about silly things like that, it should be infrequent at best. If you truly desire something, you must beg with respect, compassion, and detail. For instance, “Please may i go down on You” is serviceable at best, while “It would be an honor to taste You, my Goddess, please let me serve You.” resonates with true desire.  

but, don't forget, those silly words like "me", "i" and "my" aren't meant for dolls! nono, so let U/us fix these too.

“It would be an honor to taste You, my Goddess, please let me serve You.”

“It would be an honor to taste You, Goddess, please let it serve You.”

and that's so much better! a doll representing itself properly to its Superiors, being such a good role model! Why stop there? why not rehearse Specific Lines? Trained responses are easier to do anyways, less autonomy necessary. you don't need to stress the details, just read these examples!

"thank you"

"thank You for Your praise Ma'am, it appreciates it."

"what?"

"May it ask You something, Sir?"

she scoffs, tilting your chin up. “you’re perfect.”

you pout, lips all glossy and pinkish, frilly white socks hovering above the ground, as you sit on your bed „it‘s silly, i know you can‘t like that, nobody ever has.“

she kisses you, hands smoothing over the frills of your dress, carefully tracing the lace ends of your bra, the silk of your thigh-highs. “it’s beautiful.”

you shiver as she trails kisses down your neck, hands gripping your waist. “i love your bows, baby,” she murmurs. “your glitter, your charm bracelets, your pink lipgloss.” her fingers trace the hem of your dress. “love my perfect little doll.”

you whimper as she lifts you, lays you down, pushes your thighs apart.

femme that leaves lipstick stains on her butches neck

femme that sews a little bow on all her bras

femme that scratches her long nails over her butches back

femme that moans loud

femme that strokes her butches hair, while the butch is sucking on her tits

femme that twitches and arches and shakes

femme that picks out the pastel pink, glittery strap for her butch, cause it fits her own makeup

femme that makes her butch look up when she’s been staring to long at the way her strap goes in and out of her

femme that cries after she cums

I give her headphones, a blindfold, and a vibrator