X-Friction

One of my dolls wanted to play with call and response.

She found it so arousing to have her words be snatched away and replaced by mine.

So we worked on some beautiful positive affirmations for her.

All I need to do is ask is a little innocent question and she'd feel the compulsion begin to swell in her chest like a balloon, and the response would spill out of her lips.

Of course, I can't just have that be the full extent of the spell.

Her obedience would be rewarded.

A pulse of arousal would course through her body, hitting all the right places.

So, with her on my lap, I wove my ribbon and began to embroider those responses in her mind.

Our second half of the session was focused on blissful bondage and guided play.

She was making such sweet music for me, cute gasps when I'd tie her wrists above her head, deep yearning moans when I'd gag her with my words.

Slowly I could her clenching her thighs and bucking her hips, and then what's when I asked an innocent, little, question:

Who's my precious slut?

The pleasure thrummed in her as she gasped,

I'm your precious slut.

Her breath was heavy as she continued to play, encouraging her to get closer, to lose herself in my control.

What are you?

I'm a good doll.

The pressure was building.

What do good girls do?

Good girls cum.

The ache between her legs was growing.

Are you going to cum for me?

Yes Miss Saphi, I'm gonna cum for you

Her moans became louder. The edge was getting closer-

Then I tied her hands above her head.

Without a single prompt, she begged. She begged to continue, she begged to be played, she begged to be my pet, and she beg-

Wait...

Did I hear you say you wanted to be my pet?

She just about managed a moan in affirmation.

Have you wanted to be my pet since our first session.

She moaned again.

Well then, that is our next session planned. But for now, sweet pet, I want you to cum for me, so what do good girls do?

....ggood girlls ccummm..

That's right, good girl.

Maybe going to someone's house party, someone i don't know very well like a classmate and finding out i'm the only girl there.

They all treat me nicely and offer me refreshments and brownies, me saying yes to all of it like the dumb girl I am. I eat and drink without realizing they're all watching me in silence, waiting. Time passes and I can't feel my limbs, I can't even speak correctly while they put me in someone's lap "you'll be more comfortable like this" I feel hands under my top and under my skirt, I hear laughter and see flashes of light while they point their phones at my barely responsive body. Hands take away my underwear and I know I will never see it again. They touch me without removing my skirt and laugh about "easy access", they brag about how wet I am and how I must want it if the only sounds I make are moans.

You need it. You need to know that no matter how much you squirm, no matter how much you whimper and plead, you’re still mine. That every gasp, every moan, every desperate sound you make is for me.

I want someone to hurt me. I like pain, yes. But it's knowing that someone *wants* to hurt me, that my pain arouses them, that they are pleased by my suffering. That's the sexiest thing.

Tell me that I make cute noises when you hit me.

Tell me that my tears make turn you on.

Tell me that I'm so pretty when I'm afraid.

Sometimes, pin me down or tie me up so that I can't escape the torture.

Sometimes command me to take it using my own discipline to stay still.

Give me the opportunity to prove my devotion by suffering for you.

No. I like taking a cunt and promising cruel things. Tying its clit up so it's extra sensitive, at least until it starts going numb. And then, do I untie it immediately or leave it a bit? Let the cunt worry if it's clit will be okay.

Or maybe I force it to its knees and give it a bowl of disgusting food. Maybe it's just cereal that's been sat around an hour soaking in the milk so it's awful. Maybe I've replaced the milk with piss. Or maybe I've found some old discarded food from a day or two back that has ash and dirt mixed in with it.

Or maybe I'll take away something precious to it. A family picture, a necklace that's a treasured gift, and stuff it in its ass. Let it realise things it loves are just more ways for me to ruin it.