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Doll For Rent
🕑 Added 2025-09-13 04:00:04 +0000 UTCNote: This is one of my longer short stories at a little over 6000 words. I would normally split into two parts except there's no good place to split this story in the 3000th word vicinity. So enjoy some extra word count this week.
Lars was surfing Beggar’s List when he saw an advert for a sex doll. It was the most realistic doll he’d ever seen anywhere. He’d been considering buying one new but couldn’t justify spending the thousands of dollars for the high end kind of doll he wanted. This doll was even better than the ones he’d priced. It was listed at eight hundred dollars or best offer.
He replied to the seller and went about his day. Two days later, the seller of the doll asked if he wanted to meet to see the doll in person. The seller’s profile indicated they were local to one another and they settled on meeting on Saturday for lunch at a diner in the local metro area. Lars sent a pic of himself. The seller didn’t send one back.
Lars didn’t think that was too unusual. He arrived at the diner on time and was surprised when a woman seated at a booth waved him over. As he got closer he realized the woman was the spitting image of the sex doll. There had to be a story here.
“Hi, Lars?” She said, extending her hand. “I’m Madison.”
He shook her hand and sat down opposite her. “Hi. You look just like the… merchandise.”
“Don’t I? You want to eat something? I ordered a burger for myself before you got here.”
“Oh, um. Sure. I could eat.”
She waved the waitress over and he ordered a Reuben sandwich while Madison made sure the waitress knew both their names.
“Was that so there are witnesses to us being here?”
“Yeah. Kind of like a first date. My friend will call with an emergency if I don’t text her in five minutes.”
“Really?”
“No,” she laughed. “I just wanted to get to know you before…”
“Oh, okay. What do you want to know?”
She found out he was a chemical engineer. He played amateur chess. And did amateur photography. They talked about television and movies and found they shared a love for detective stories. When he asked what she did, he was surprised when she said mostly the doll rentals.
“Rentals?”
“Oh, no. You didn’t noticed the doll listing was in the rental section? That stupid Beggar’s List is always hiding stuff.”
“No, I didn’t. I thought the doll was for sale.”
“No, it’s a one month rental with an option for extensions.”
Their food arrived and they ate as they spoke.
“Well, at least there’s lunch,” he said. “Tell me. Why does the doll look like you?”
“Who should it look like?”
“No, I mean did your controlling ex have a sex doll made in your likeness and now you’ve dumped him and don’t want the doll around.”
She laughed. “That’s a great story. I should use it someday.”
He just looked at her confused as she bit into her burger.
“I’m sorry,” she said. She took a drink. “The doll wasn’t made to look like me.”
“Coincidence?”
“No. The doll is me. You’d be renting me as a doll for a month.”
“I thought Beggar’s List closed the escorts section.”
“Probably. No idea. You aren’t renting a person. You’re renting a doll. If you end up being the renter.”
“I’m still not understanding what your selling.”
“Technically leasing or renting.”
“Okay.”
“Me. Money goes into my account. I cast a spell. The spell turns me into a rather life like and, I think, beautiful sex doll. A month later, I’m human again. We go our separate ways.”
She took several bites of her burger and ate a few fries as he sat there dumbfounded.
“Why?” He finally said.
“Why not? Saves me on rent, food, travel, etc. I get to have a lot of sex since who rents a sex doll for so much money and doesn’t use it every chance they have. No pregnancy. No diseases. No obligations. No worries. Everyone should be doing it.”
“I’m sure there aren’t a lot of people who can cast spells.”
“Well, true. If this were more common practice, I’d make a living turning people into dolls. None of my friends are game. Well, Amber tried it. But not being able to move for her one night trial run freaked her out.”
“But not you?”
“Not my first rodeo,” she said. She sat back and finished her soda. She’d finished eating and snagged one of his fries. “So, are you renting?”
“Was this actually a date?”
“Kind of. I assume you’ll be rather intimate with a sex doll you’re renting. I wanted to get to know you a bit more than just as a Beggar’s buyer. And you’re paying for lunch, I hope.” She batted her eyelashes mischievously.
He laughed. “Sure. Why not? Three hundred.”
“Wow. Low ball much?”
“Your listing has been up for three weeks. It was best offer. I thought I was buying a doll for eight hundred. Three hundred seems reasonable the doll I thought I was buying would last a few years or more. It’s a good offer.”
“I don’t know if I should be impressed or insulted.”
“If we don’t close the deal, this lunch is dutch.”
She leveled her eyes at him for a moment. “I can’t go lower than six.”
“Of course you can. You said it yourself: no obligations, no worries, also no need for money. I’m practically doing you a favor.”
She laughed.
“Five hundred,” he said. “Final offer. Take it or leave it.” He waved to get the waitress’ attention as Madison mulled over his offer. “When she gets here, am I telling her to give us separate bills?”
“You really know how to fuck with someone. Thus, a smart sex doll takes the deal. Five hundred it is.”
“Will that be all?” The waitress asked.
“No, just give me the check,” he said.
*****
On the ride to where she was staying, Lars transferred the money to her account. At the apartment, Lars met Amber. She was happy to hear Madison was leaving. She’d been crashing on Amber’s couch for weeks. As Madison was using the bathroom, Amber said, “She loves oral. Use her mouth a lot. She usually gets rented faster. Fucking economy.”
“She said she’s done this before. Has she done it so much you know how she likes her sex?”
“We used to double date in college. She’s been doing rentals for the last several years. She has almost no possessions: a bank account, a few changes of clothes, and a phone. The latter of which, she’ll be leaving here. This was the longest I seen her alive since college. And as much as I love her. I’m glad she’s leaving my living room.”
“So, extending her rental would be in your interest?”
“I’m not helping you pay,” Amber said with a laugh. “If you can afford the five hundred dollars a month, keep her forever.”
“Five hundred?”
“Yeah. I hope you talked her down to five hundred.” She laughed again. “At least you didn’t end up over five.”
“I suppose.”
Madison entered and handed her phone to Amber. “I’ve shut it down. Hopefully I won’t need it for a while. I’ll miss you.” The two women exchanged a friendly hug.
“And I’ll miss you. My couch is always available.” Amber was facing Lars as she said it. He noted she rolled her eyes as she said it. “Treat her well, Lars.”
“Um, yeah. I will.”
Madison chatted about everyday things as he drove home. When they got inside, he gave her a short tour of the apartment, ending in his bedroom. “And that’s it.”
“Any roommates?”
“Kirk. Do you want to meet him?”
“Will he be using me?”
“Depends on if he’s pissed me off that week.”
“Then I would like to meet him. The time on the rental doesn’t start until I’m a doll. So, delaying doesn’t lose you anything.”
“Can’t you just change back and forth?”
“No, the spell I use lasts a month whether I want it to or not. That’s by choice. If I could just switch back and forth, it would lose some of its appeal.
“You like being stuck.”
“I do.”
They sat around talking about their favorite television detectives until Kirk came home.
He was surprised to see Madison. “She looks familiar. Sorry. Hi, I’m Kirk.”
“Madison. Did you show him the listing?”
“The doll?” Kirk said. “Oh, yeah, you look like the doll. Cool. Is he renting it? Is it here?”
“Well, yes and yes,” she said.
“Where is it?”
“Right in front of you,” Lars said.
“Huh?”
“Thanks for letting me do that.” Lars said to Madison.
“Not a problem. I’m usually a silent partner,” she said.
“Are you two going to explain what I don’t understand?”
“Madison is the doll.”
“So, like role-playing?”
She laughed. “No, I’m not a prostitute.”
“She’s going to use magic to turn herself into a doll for a month.”
“So, like a role-playing game?”
“Real magic,” Madison said.
“Really? Cool. Cool.”
“Yes, really.”
“I’ve never met a magic person. So, a doll. I know he’s going to enjoy it. Will you?”
“Probably more than him.”
“More than me?” Lars said.
“Do you think I’d do this otherwise?”
“I definitely feel like I’m paying too much.”
“He said he was going to lowball you because the ad has been up awhile.”
“We settled on the amount I intended,” she said. “Nice meeting you.”
“Yeah. Would it be weird if I borrowed you?”
“No. I encourage it. The more I’m used to better it is for me.”
“Cool. Catch you later.” He went to his room.
“He didn’t attempt to mask his leering glances at me.”
“Kirk isn’t the smoothest operator.”
“You want me on the bed?” She asked.
“I guess. I should charge him to use you.”
“I’d prefer not to be subleased.”
He laughed.
“Any last questions?” She asked as she crossed the room and sat on the bed.
“I don’t think so.”
She pulled the sundress she wore over her head. She was wearing nothing beneath it. “Wash this when you get the chance. No rush. Enjoy your new doll.” A glow surrounded her quickly getting brighter, ending with a sudden flash. The room was dark. As the lights in the room reasserted themselves, the woman laying on the bed had been replaced with an exact replica sex doll. The doll tipped backward and lay flat with its legs bent hanging off the side.
He ran his hand over the doll’s stomach, gave a tit a squeeze. “Unreal. You’ll probably slide off the bed like that.” He pulled her further onto the bed and stepped back. “I’ll just let you get used to staring at the ceiling. Maybe fuck you, um…, Tuesday.” He turned the lights out and left.
Ten minutes later, the lights turned on. “Funny? Well, I enjoyed it. Just like I’m going to enjoy this.” He got undressed and used the doll quickly. It was indistinguishable from sex with a real woman, aside from the quiet. Afterward he wondered if he’d lasted long enough for her to fully enjoy it, just like sex with a real woman. An amusing thought brought a smile to his face. He cuddled up next to the doll and asked, “Was it good for you?”
He had been using the doll frequently at night. One night he felt like taking it slow and after grinding the doll for a lot longer than normal he felt something unexpected. The hole he was in was squeezing him. After the initial shock, he slowed his pace and sped up and varied it in time with the squeezing which was becoming more frequent. Was the doll about to orgasm? He continued to vary his speed in time with the squeezes when the doll’s vaginal canal contracted hard around him. The squeeze lasted several long seconds, relaxed for a second, and then contracted hard and long again. And again. And then it mostly relaxed.
He exploded inside the doll and the canal squeezed and relaxed in rapid succession, each squeeze a little weaker than the one before. “Oh, Fuck. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were… um… interactive.”
Silence. But, it was a different silence to him. He could imagine she was feeling really good after that last orgasm. He was a bit pumped up and turned on the television to help him get ready to sleep. He remembered Amber had said she liked oral sex and wondered why he’d not done it.
He propped himself up at the head of the bed and put the doll between his legs, lowering its mouth onto his semi-erect shaft. He was rearranging a pillow when he felt something. A bit of suction or squeezing from the doll’s mouth. “Why didn’t you say you were interactive? I never would have lowballed you.” He laughed.
The doll didn’t seem to be able to really suck hard enough to get him off, but the soft steady rhythm was calming. Just what he’d been looking for when he’d turned television on.
When he woke up the next morning, the doll was gently massaging his morning stiffy with its mouth. Instincts caused him to pull the head downward on his shaft. The suction increased dramatically and soon he was face fucking the doll. He didn’t last long, filling its mouth. The doll was unable to keep up with his volume. He cleaned himself and the doll before getting ready for work.
*****
The next few nights, he spent most of the evening watching television or reading while the doll pleasured him orally. The mild suction action varied enough that his engineering background believed she was able to control it. Before going to bed a few nights later, he said, “Madison, if you can react to this, do four short sucks followed by an empty gap. Then do four long ones for comparison.”
It happened.
“You can control it!”
He felt four short sucks.
“I have a thought. Do a long one and a short one.”
She did.
“That means ‘Yes’. Do a short then a long one.”
She did.
“And that means ‘No.’ Do you understand?”
She did a long then a short one.
“Is the sky normally pink?”
He felt a long then short suck. Then a series of short ones.
“Funny. Were those short ones supposed to be laughter?”
Long short.
“Amusing. Do you know Morse code?”
Short long.
“No matter. It’s time for bed. Time for me to do a bit of the work.”
Long short.
He turned the doll around. He made love to it until the feedback from its vaginal canal made him sure the doll had been fully pleasured. After his own release, he went to sleep.
*****
Several weeks passed. One evening, as soon as he set the doll onto his dick, it did a series of four shorts and four longs.
“You have my attention,” he said. “Something to tell me.”
Long short.
“This ought to be fun. Um…”
Before he could ask a question, he felt a long series of short sucks. It was definitely purposeful, he knew. There were at least twenty to thirty before she stopped.
“Was that twenty?”
Short long.
“More?”
Long short.
“Forty.”
Short long.
“More?”
Short long.
“Fewer? Um, thirty?”
Long short.
“Thirty.”
Long short.
“Okay. Thirty.” It only took him a few seconds to understand. “Oh, the first month is almost over.”
Long short.
“And you want to know if I’m extending the rental.”
Long short.
“I am. The agreed upon five hundred bucks?”
After a hesitation, long short.
“Okay. Let me grab my phone.” He got up and setup a money transfer in an app. When it was ready. He showed the screen to the doll.
“I’m going to hit send. Good?”
Long short.
“Okay. Money sent. You’re mine for another month.”
Long short.
“We’ll do this each month?”
Long short.
*****
One night when Kirk wouldn’t be home for a few hours, Lars brought the doll out into the living room and had the television on. He sat the doll on the sofa and started a movie streaming. The streaming service was kind enough to play a couple ads before the movie started, allowing him to grab a drink and sit down next to the doll.
“I hope you haven’t seen this before.”
He leaned her against his side as the movie began. It was a film noir era, hard-boiled detective story he’d always meant to watch and thought she would enjoy as well.
Ninety minutes later, as the brief credits rolled, he put her back in the bedroom. He returned to the living room to cleanup. Kirk came home at that moment.
“What’s up?”
“Just watched a movie.”
“No popcorn?”
“Wasn’t in the mood.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t have the doll out here.”
“Yeah, can’t spend all my time with her.” He went into his bedroom and closed the door.
Kirk watched him leave. The word ‘her’ stuck in his mind.
When he could feel the doll, it repeated long short a few too many times.
“I guess you enjoyed it.”
The doll didn’t reply.
He talked about several parts of the movie commenting on whether they worked or not. The doll agreed most of the time. And disagreed a few times. He pressed for details only once with directed questions. Usually when he tried this, the doll cut him off. She didn’t seem to want to have long conversations. But with the movie, she was fully invested in having a conversation. She’d have kept him up all night even though she could only say yes or no.
Movie night became a weekly thing, to coincide with Kirk having dinner with his mother on Wednesday nights.
*****
One Thursday night, Lars came home late from his weekly chess club. When he engaged with the doll, it immediately said, short long, over and over again. It took a few questions to figure out Kirk had borrowed the doll, as he usually did when Lars went to chess club. But, this time she was unhappy about it.
“This is probably a useless question, but what did he do?”
She didn’t respond.
He pointed to various parts of her body and asked if they were involved. When he figured it out, he took the doll into the bathroom and washed it out thoroughly.
He stormed into Kirk’s room. “What the fuck did you do to the doll?”
Kirk was drunk. “Oh, hey, Lars. Sorry. I borrowed your doll. Wait. How did you know?”
Lars had never told Kirk that the doll could communicate, albeit in limited fashion. He still didn’t want Kirk to know.
“The smell.”
“I washed it. I think I washed it.”
“No more doll use.”
“What? It was just a little vomit. I cleaned it up.”
“Not well enough.”
“Sorry. I was gonna tell you. I didn’t hear you come in.”
“No more doll use until I say so. We’ll talk again when you’re sober.”
Lars asked the doll each week if Kirk was still banned. Its lust and Lars not being able to fully sate that horniness eventually caused the doll to rescind the ban on Kirk using it.
*****
A few months passed. He sat the doll up and held a dress up. “What do you think?”
He put his finger in its mouth and felt, long pause long. This could meant talk, explain, or why.
“I got it at a consignment shop dirt cheap. I think it’ll fit you.”
Short short short short. That was how she laughed.
“You were thinking it was for me?”
long short. short short short short.
“Ha ha. I want to photograph you in it.” He grabbed a hard shell case and took out one of his DSLR cameras. “I told you I was into photography. I’ve shown you some of the photos I’ve taken. I want to see how good you are at modeling clothing.”
She didn’t do anything to the finger in her mouth for a while. Then he felt, long short short long long short.
“A tentative yes is good enough. If I have trouble with dressing you I won’t do it.”
Long short.
Getting her dressed was easier than he expected. Getting her to hold a pose was not. The doll had a tendency to droop when there was nothing to support its spine. Eventually he added a remote trigger to the setup so he could let go of the doll, jump away, and get the picture before it sagged or drooped.
A couple hours later, he’d removed the dress and had the doll in its normal position at his crotch. His phone was on his abdomen facing the doll. He was swiping through the photos. A lot of them she made no comment on. Several she gave short longs to.
“Don’t you like any of them?”
Short long.
“Honestly.”
Pause short long.
“Let’s try that again.”
She did nothing for most of the slideshow until she gave one a long short.
He laughed. “That’s my second favorite. What about this one?”
Short long.
“You don’t like it?”
Short long long short.
“Oh, you’re saying the other is better.”
Long short.
“You’re entitled to your opinion. Even if it’s wrong.”
Looooong short loooooong. He never could get her to clarify that phrase. But he was sure it was derogatory and directed at him.
“Is that how it is? Fine.” He picked her up and turned her around. He gave her a good fucking. Stopping twice just before she orgasmed to go get something to drink. Only on the third round did he ensure she fully enjoyed it. He held the doll with its face near his. “Yeah, I know,” he said with nothing in her mouth to verify it. “I’m a loooong short looong.”
Though he didn’t feel it, the doll still responded if only to itself, short short short short.
*****
Several months passed. In addition to weekly movie nights and the occasional photo shoot, he would read to it whatever mystery novel he was reading. He’d tell the doll about things at work, things that happened to him, normal small talk good friends exchange.
That’s why it was unusual when he was quiet for a couple days, not engaging with the doll at all. After two days ignoring the doll, he fucked the doll’s three holes, ending with its mouth. The doll was tentatively cleaning him when he tilted its head so it was looking him in the eyes. “I am going to give you a command. You have to promise to obey it.”
Long pause long.
“No, I won’t explain before hand.”
Short long.
“Then you’ll just be surprised when it happens.”
Long pause long.
“No.” He picked the doll up and sat it on his dresser. He went back to bed and went to sleep.
In the morning he retrieved the doll and said, “Last chance.”
Long short short long short long long short.
“I’ll take that as a reluctant yes. The command is, until I tell you otherwise, you are not to use you mouth for pleasure or conversation.”
It didn’t respond.
“You understand.”
Nothing.
“You wanted to know why. I didn’t want to tell you I’m a coward. I just don’t want you to yell at me.”
Nothing.
“I have to give you to Kirk.”
Nothing.
“I owe him a lot of money and he said he’d wipe the debt clear if I gave you to him for six months.”
Nothing.
“If there were any…”
Nothing.
“Any other way I...”
Nothing.
“I’m sorry.” He pulled her off him before he felt the nothing that followed. “Madison, I’m so sorry.”
*****
Ten days after giving up the doll, Lars knocked on Kirk’s door.
“Hey, what’s up? You want to borrow it?”
“No, I’m good,” he said, managing to keep the longing from his voice. “I just wanted to remind you it was time to pay the monthly rent.”
“Oh, okay. How does that work?”
“I would setup a payment on the phone. And then show the doll that screen.”
“I forget the doll is aware sometimes.”
“Yeah. And then with her looking, I press the send button and leave the phone in front of her eyes until it says sent.”
“Oh, okay. Let me do that with you watching. It’s five hundred dollars, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Good thing I’m good for it,” Kirk said with a dull smile.
Lars could never tell if Kirk was an ass or just totally oblivious to social mores.
Once the payment was confirmed, Lars left the room. He locked the door to his room and flopped down on his bed. He was surprised when morning came and he realized he’d cried himself to sleep.
*****
A few months passed. Kirk was low-key passive aggressive with having won the doll from Lars. Lars figured it was only a few more months. His bank account was back to normal and he could afford the doll easily once the deal with Kirk was done.
He’d even borrowed the doll a few times. Although having silenced her, he was always melancholy afterward. He’d thought it was a good idea at the time because he didn’t want to suffer with her probably saying short long or looong short looong constantly. He worried she might have gone silent on her own and that sent him into a crushing tailspin of guilt. After these months had passed he didn’t know how he could lift the ban and deal with her ire.
The first time he considered returning her to Amber when Kirk gave her back, he almost hyperventilated from a panic attack.
He figured after the full six months, she might be happy she was never tempted to talk to Kirk. This thought was always followed by the thought that it didn’t mean she wouldn’t punish him for doing it in the first place. Just that redemption was possible.
Kirk came home from work while Lars was in the kitchen. “Hey, dude.”
“Hey. Want some of this?”
“Maybe later. If you don’t finish it, just put in the fridge. If you finish it, no worries.”
“Cool. Don’t forget the rent’s due by midnight.”
“Rent? It isn’t the end of the month.”
“The doll.”
“Oh, yeah.” Kirk said. He looked away. “You don’t need to remind me.”
“Oh, sorry. I just…”
“Yeah, you don’t want to lose your doll. It’ll be fine.”
“What does that mean?”
“I only paid that one time you showed me.”
“You broke the contract?”
“Relax. It’s not like she has any way to check her bank account. She’s a doll.”
Lars was about to blow up when he thought better of it. “Ha, yeah, sometimes I forget she isn’t a living person at the moment.”
“Exactly. You were too attached to it. It’s a good thing you’re getting a break now.”
“Yes. Good thing.”
Lars took his meal into his room and set it down on his desk. He needed to tell Madison. Like Kirk said, she doesn’t know the contract was broken. What if she was mad at him because of the silence and now she was mad because she wasn’t paid for two months going on three at midnight? He sent a text to Amber telling her about Kirk not paying the rent.
«Why is Kirk paying her rent?» Amber texted.
«I got in a money bind and he asked for her in lieu of repayment.»
«She isn’t collateral.»
«It was either that or send her back to you.»
«Hmm. No, I think she’d have preferred being here than being lent out.»
«And how do you feel?»
«You aren’t pinning this on me. Just tell her she isn’t getting paid. How many payments did he miss?»
«Tonight it will be three.»
«Karma’s gonna suck for you.»
«Me?»
«Kirk didn’t enter into a wizard’s contract with a wizard. You did.»
«Fuck.»
«She might be able to divert the retribution. She likes you, right?»
When he didn’t reply, she sent «Right?» again.
He explained the rest of it. All of it. The movies, the photography, and the promise.
«Oh, my. You have to tell her. You have to get her back. I’ll make sure you don’t get turned into a frog.»
«Is that on the table?»
«Probably not. But I’ll stick up for you.»
«Okay.»
*****
Kirk had been locking the door to his room when he left for work. Lars wasn’t sure when this started, mostly because he had no reason to go into Kirk’s room if Kirk wasn’t there.
It took a week before Lars found the door unlocked while Kirk was in the shower. He rushed in the room. The doll was filthy. How had that happened? Didn’t he clean her?
“I’m so sorry, Madison. Please, please forgive me.” He looked toward the door. “I release you from your promises. Kirk hasn’t been paying your rent. I only recently found…”
The doll disappeared.
“Out.”
“What the fuck?” Kirk said. “Get the fuck out of my… What did you do with the doll?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Did you lose it?”
“How the fuck would I lose something that big? What are you doing here?”
“Leaving.”
“No, no. You saw it, right? Looked kind of nasty, too. What are you going to do about it?”
“I told her you hadn’t paid.”
“Big fucking deal. What’s IT going to do about it?”
“I suppose you’ll find out. Why isn’t she here?” Lars pushed past Kirk and left for work.
He received a text from Amber saying he should stop by her apartment after work. When he got there, tears ran down his face as the door opened revealing Madison, alive and well. “Oh, god, you’re okay.” He held her, weeping in relief.
“How am I supposed to make you think I’m mad at you when you’re like this?”
“Not sorry.”
She held him.
They stood in the doorway for several moments before he noticed strange noises coming from within the apartment. “What’s that noise?”
“Amber, I assume. Let’s go inside.”
The noises got louder. A woman was having an incredibly good time. Or she was being murdered. Lars was pretty sure it was the former: ninety percent sure. But, every now and then the screams of pleasure could be screams of fear, he thought.
Madison tapped his shoulder and his attention focus solely on her. “Let’s sit. She should be almost done. I want to tell you something and…”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Stop with that. Even with Kirk being a pig, that was the best rental I’ve ever had. All because of you.”
“He didn’t actually get turned into a pig, did he?”
“What?”
“Amber said she’d try to prevent you from turning me into a frog. So I thought…”
Madison laughed. “I don’t do animal transformations. And I was only mad at you for a little while. I was kind of excited by you disabling my ability to communicate with you. Then you fucked it up by giving me to him.”
“Excited?”
“You think someone who turns herself into a helpless doll doesn’t also fantasize about being gagged?”
“Oh. I did ask you if the doll thing was a bondage thing, didn’t I?”
“Sometimes it is. Mostly it’s a sex thing.”
“I think she finished,” he said after a slight pause.
“Good,” Madison said. She called out, “Amber, I need a witness.”
“I need ten minutes.”
“Fine.”
“A witness?” He asked.
“You’ll see.”
“Did you do something to Kirk?”
“Make that twenty minutes,” Amber shouted.
“Do not turn it on again!” Madison shouted.
“Aww.”
“I gave him to Amber.”
“Gave? He’s a doll?”
“No, that wouldn’t be a punishment. He’s a dildo.”
“And that’s a punishment?”
“A dildo, cock and balls shaped, that doesn’t like to be squeezed. Tight spaces make him claustrophobic and the pressure against his body is like the prickly feeling of bad circulation.”
“That’s rough. How long?”
“Life sized. Kirk wasn’t small.”
“I meant duration how long.”
“Oh, right. A year, well ten months to repay his debt. Threefold retribution sucks.”
“God, Maddy. Why does it vibrate?” Amber walked into the room disheveled and with beads of sweat all over. She was barely dressed. “And why didn’t you tell me Lars had arrived?”
“Didn’t think about clothes. Been a doll for like a year and a half. Clothes don’t matter.”
“They don’t. I’m good. See, you aren’t a frog.”
“Nice to see you, too, Amber. Enjoying your new toy?”
“Immensely. Oh, yeah. Why does it vibrate?”
“It doesn’t actually vibrate. It squirms. He doesn’t like being in tight places.”
Amber laughed. “And I’ve been putting him in a tight place. Cute. Well, that squirming makes him the best thing I’ve ever put up my wahoo, animal, vegetable, or mineral.”
“Vegetable?” Lars said, and regretted it immediately.
She held her hands about a foot apart. “I love a good cucumber.”
“Note to self, skip the salad if Amber makes a meal I’m eating.”
The ladies laughed.
“I’m here. Why?” Amber said to Madison.
She took Lars’ hand. “Although, I plan to give you a lot of grief for what happened.” She held her hand up as he was about to speak. “Let me finish. I know you’re sorry.
“The time I spent with Amber’s dildo made me realize that what we had was extra special. If everything works out as I’d like. I will never rent myself out as a doll ever again. Thanks to you.”
She stopped him again from interrupting and continued, “You are the most caring, loving, funny, and considerate man I’ve ever met. If you’ll have me, I want to be your doll forever.”
“Doll?”
“And human. I’m going to make a wizard’s contract with you. For my part, I promise I will turn myself into a sex doll whenever you and only you tell me to. I will turn myself into a human being whenever you and only you tell me to. I will use my magic only at your behest. In return I ask that you love me. If you ever stop loving me, you must tell me, and the pact will be made void. Death will also end the pact.”
Madison looked at Amber. Amber said, “The contract has been proposed. Lars, do you accept the terms of the contract?”
“You are giving me complete control of you being alive or being a sex doll?”
“That is the gist of what I promised.”
“How…?” He stopped his question as he could feel how much she loved him reflecting back at him in her eyes. “I, um, how do I say this? I... accept the terms of the contract.”
“I witness this wizard’s pact,” Amber said.
A resounding clap of sound, not quite like thunder reverberated in the room.
“It is done,” Amber said solemnly. Then she squealed like a school girl. “I feel like I just officiated a wedding. I’ve always wanted to do that. Oh, oh, oh, you may kiss the doll.”
Madison and Lars looked at one another before kissing. The kiss lasted long enough that neither of them knew exactly when Amber had left the room. They could hear the shower running.
“I need to collect my things. I doubt I’ll be living here any more.”
“Not while I’m alive,” Lars said.
They were kissing on the sofa when Amber found them. “You’re still here? And she’s still human?”
“I’m not going to carry her home.”
“Aw.” Madison said. She got up and hugged Amber. “I need to give you a proper goodbye.”
“I’m sure I’ll see you soon.”
“Only if he let’s you.”
“Amber, you can stop by the apartment and see the doll any time.”
“I’ll take you up on that.”
“Call ahead so I can make sure she’s a doll when you arrive.”
They laughed. Madison and Amber held each other. “I love you, too,” Madison said.
“I love you, as well. Take good care of her. She was filthy when she got here.”
“Not my fault. Blame your dildo.”
“I blame you for losing her.”
“I actually think that worked out fine.”
“Me, too.”
“Go make babies.”
The couple looked at one another. He said, “Can you turn yourself into a small doll that isn’t a sex toy?”
“I have plenty of time to find out.”
Comments
David Fenger
Aww! I like how it all turned out. Little bit jealous...
MistyIsle
This was great!
