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Personalised Story: Her Growing Doll Collection
🕑 Added 2024-10-15 19:25:16 +0000 UTC
It's been several months since Connor had been on a date, so he was hoping tonight would lead to something special—maybe even incredible sex or at least a sweet kiss. It had been a long dry spell with women, but this girl, Sasha, felt different.
Sasha was shy at first, but once she opened up, she was talkative and engaging. She seemed genuinely sweet, with a passion for makeup, design, and collecting dolls.
She was the kind of girl you’d want to introduce to your parents—the type who would make your friends jealous because of how thoughtful and considerate she was.
Connor couldn’t help but wonder if she might be a virgin, still innocent when it came to men and sex. She seemed too kind and playful to have been hardened by life’s difficulties.
They would be meeting at the Christmas fair, and Connor was determined to have a fun time with her. He waited underneath the largest tree in the centre of the fair for a few minutes before Sasha arrived.
She looked incredible. Her long brunette hair flowed down one side of her face while her perfect skin was lit up with red rosy cheeks from the cold. Her striking blue eyes matched her Christmas sweater. She was a sight to behond.
"Hey, sorry for keeping you waiting," Sasha said with a beautiful smile.
"No worries," Connor replied, grinning as they headed toward some of the amusement rides. Soon, they were laughing on roller coasters, sipping hot chocolate, and enjoying Christmas pudding. It felt like the perfect date.
After another round of eggnog which made Connor’s head spin, Sasha suggested they try a few games to win some prizes. They spent time tossing rings onto bottles and shooting down targets with corks until Connor finally scored a win at the basketball hoops. After sinking three shots in a row, he was told he'd earned a prize.
Grinning, Connor turned to Sasha. "Pick anything you want," he said. She smiled back and pointed to a small pink princess doll. Knowing how much she loved dolls, Connor was glad she'd have something to remember the day by.
They walked away with their hands intertwined and giggled together. Sasha paused holding Connor’s hand as she pointed to the mistletoe above their heads. Connor went red in the face as she leaned in and began to kiss him. Her kiss so so tender and soft that Connor was soon rock-hard in his pants. She was making him so horny with her sweetness and sexiness.
It wasn’t long until they were back in Connor's apartment making out as they slowly undressed each other. Connor was pretty dizzy from the egg nog as Sasha began to whisper in his ear that she had several kinks if he wanted to explore them together. Connor wasn’t going to lose his chance to end his dry spell and agreed to do anything Sasha wanted to try in the bedroom.
Connor woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. How much eggnog did I drink last night? he wondered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His entire body ached as he tried to piece together the details of what had happened with Sasha.
Looking around his room, he noticed she was gone. A note was left on the pillow beside him:
Thanks for the wonderful date and night, princess 👸🏼 Looking forward to seeing you this weekend.
Things must have gone well, he thought, as fragmented memories of her sitting on his face and following her commands, began to surface. He found it odd she called him princess, but thought it must be a mistake.
He remembered her mentioning she was into kink, wanting to try a few things. It’s always the quiet ones, he smirked to himself.
As he swung his legs out of bed, something felt off. Glancing down, he froze. His cock and balls were locked in a cold steel device, securely encased. The word Princess was engraved on the chastity tube.
What the hell is this? he thought, tugging at it in a panic. His cock tried to swell inside the tube, but sharp spikes dug into him, quickly stopping any excitement.
Grabbing his phone, Connor frantically texted Sasha, asking about the device trapping him.
A few minutes later, her reply came through:
“You begged me to lock you in it last night in exchange for a blowjob. Don’t you remember? You were so horny that you locked it on yourself but forgot to get the blowjob first. I told you the key is at my house. I wanted to suck you off and fuck you, but you stopped me when you locked yourself up.”
Connor stared at the screen in disbelief. He had been so horny that he had locked himself up before anything happened with Sasha.
Quickly, he typed back: It’s Monday. I need the key now.
Her response came moments later: I’m away until Friday. Come over that evening and we can pick up where we left off 😉.
Connor spent the rest of the week getting hornier and hornier for Sasha as he imagined finally getting this metal contraption off his cock and balls so he could get his cock and balls sucked before fucking her brains out.
He arrived at the driveway to her house and his mouth fell open. At the end of a long laneway was a massive secluded manor. This is her house he thought to himself as he realised she must have plenty of money to spare.
After making it up the driveway he was sweating. Connor could barely think straight. His cock and balls had been locked up for five days now, and he could swear his balls were pulsing from the pain of not cumming.
He knocked on the door and Sasha opened it in the sexiest crop top, jacket and jeans he had ever seen. He immediately went hard in the chastity device as she leaned forward and lightly kissed his lips telling him she was so happy to see him.
Connor was in a daze, overwhelmed by how sexy Sasha was, his own building arousal inside the chastity belt, and the anticipation of what was to come.
As she led him through the front door, he was caught off guard by a surprise—just inside the entryway stood a life-size doll dressed as a French maid.
The doll was strikingly realistic, with human-like proportions, posed in a welcoming gesture with its hands clasped in front.
But before he could fully take it in, Sasha tugged him along, holding his hand as they turned the corner. "Are you thirsty?" she asked.
"Yeah, actually," Connor replied. "That walk to your beautiful house was longer than I thought. A glass of water would be great."
As they stepped into the massive kitchen, Connor’s attention was immediately drawn to the life-size doll of a female chef standing in the corner. It looked so real, but his mind barely registered it—his cock and balls were aching in the steel cage, desperate for release, clouding his thoughts.
The dolls around Sasha’s house were strange, sure, but right now, all Connor could focus on was finally getting that cage off his cock and balls and feeling Sasha's touch. He needed that blowjob she promised, needed to bury himself inside her. His body practically buzzed with frustration as he thanked her when she handed him a glass of water. He gulped it down in seconds, trying to calm the growing tension between his legs.
Sasha took the glass from him, her lips curling into a playful smile. “Ready to continue our date?” she asked, her voice dripping with suggestion.
Connor barely managed a nod, his mind blank except for the pulsing need beneath the steel. She took his hand, leading him deeper into the house. They passed through a vast ballroom, where another life-size doll—a ballerina—stood in the centre.
Connor glanced at the doll, imagining the strain of being on tiptoes all day. He marvelled at how lifelike it seemed, wondering how much something like that must cost. For a moment, he thought he heard a muffled cry coming from the doll, but he quickly shook it off, his mind too consumed with his throbbing need and the hope that Sasha would soon free him from his chastity cage.
Everything else faded into the background—his only focus was on Sasha and what she had planned next.
Sasha tugged him onto the sofa, her lips finding his as they began to make out. Connor's cock and balls throbbed painfully against the confines of the chastity cage, the pressure building as she teased him with her soft lips and the flicker of her tongue. Every kiss made his need for release more intense, his body aching with desire.
Before Connor could fully comprehend it, Sasha had stripped him of all his clothes, leaving him completely vulnerable—except for the unrelenting steel cage still locked around his cock and balls, which throbbed with frustration. His head felt light, the room swirling slightly from the water he'd drunk earlier.
Without warning, she pushed him onto his back, her dominant energy intoxicating. She slipped off her panties, and climbed on top of him, positioning herself over his face. Slowly, she lowered her ass onto him, her voice commanding. "Get to work."
Connor felt her firm, warm flesh pressing down, covering his mouth and nose completely. He obediently began exploring her with his tongue, pushing it inside her as he worshipped her ass. The heat and pressure of her body against him made his cock strain desperately against the chastity cage, the spikes digging in even as his arousal surged higher.
Sasha moaned, grinding her hips into his face, her pleasure building as his tongue moved inside her. Each moan sent a shock of need through Connor, making his caged cock swell harder, the agony only adding to his desire.
But soon, his chest began to tighten—he realized he could barely breathe with her sitting on his face. His mind spun as the lack of air began to take its toll. Just as the urge to ask her for a break hit him, his vision started to fade. Everything went black before he could utter a single word.
Connor woke up in a dark room, his head pounding painfully. As he tried to rub his eyes, he realized he couldn't move his hands or arms. Panic set in as he discovered he couldn't move any part of his body. It felt as if he were encased in cement, completely immobilized.
What is going on? Did I become paralyzed from lack of oxygen, or am I dreaming?
Suddenly, a light flickered on, revealing Sasha standing before him, dressed in a tight black latex dominatrix outfit, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Well, well, my little princess is finally awake,” she teased, her tone dripping with confidence and sadism. Connor struggled to comprehend the transformation in her demeanour. The sight of her in that outfit was something he never would have imagined.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. His throat felt entirely numb.
“Ah yes, dolls don’t speak, Princess,” she said, strolling toward him. “The solution in the water has removed your ability to talk, so you can just focus on being pretty.”
Connor didn’t understand what kind of twisted roleplay Sasha was engaging in, but he knew it had gone too far.
Sasha laughed as she rolled a mirror in front of him. The shock and fear on his face were evident as he saw his reflection. From the neck down, he was encased in a princess doll suit, complete with rigid plastic arms and hands that rendered him immobile.
Sasha giggled, clearly enjoying his horror.
What the hell is going on? he thought, his mind racing back to the dolls he had seen upstairs, especially the Ballerina doll. Were there people inside each of those dolls?
Sasha approached him, her smirk widening. “You’re going to make a fine doll for my collection, Princess.”
A fine doll for your collection? Panic surged through Connor. This wasn’t a mere roleplay; Sasha seemed intent on turning him into one of her dolls, and he realized he might not be the first to suffer this fate.
She reached out, manipulating his limbs and body into various positions, laughing as he tried in vain to resist. She could open and close his hands, and position his arms however she wanted, and he was powerless to stop her.
Then, she bent him over a table, lifting the dress on the princess doll's body up. Connor felt a lubed finger probe his ass as Sasha whispered in his ear about how much she loved playing with dolls.
He winced as her finger pushed inside him, moving rhythmically.
Her other hand reached around, squeezing his balls, while his arousal strained against the confines of a chastity belt. Connor tried to ignore the feeling, but soon, he felt a large rubber dildo pressing against his ass as Sasha began to peg him.
Gurgling in disbelief, Connor was overwhelmed by the sensations. Sasha called him her little slut as she continued her relentless pace.
The fucking went on for nearly an hour, culminating in Sasha’s powerful orgasm as she thrust her rubber dildo several inches inside him.
Breathing heavily, she removed the strap-on and walked around to face him, a wicked grin on her face. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together, Princess,” she teased, lifting a large princess head in her hands.
Connor’s heart raced as she lowered the doll’s head onto his, sealing him inside. He could see out through the eyes, but to anyone looking in, he was completely hidden.
Connor found himself positioned in the centre of a room, helpless as Sasha walked away from him. He couldn’t speak, move, or do anything except look out through the eyes of the princess doll.
Why is she doing this? he thought, panic rising within him. Just then, the front doorbell rang, and he heard Sasha welcoming several dozen men into her house.
What is happening? Connor's mind raced as he tried to talk and move, but nothing happened.
He watched as several large men entered the room, smirking as they pointed at him in the princess doll. One of them said, “I see Sasha has expanded her doll collection.”
Conflicted feelings swirled within him. Should he shout for help or hope they would ignore him?
Sasha watched with a smirk, glancing down at her phone. She smiled as she read a message from a guy called Ryan. The message said he couldn't wait for their upcoming date at the airport.
With a satisfied grin, she looked up from her phone and murmured to herself, “I can’t wait to add an air hostess doll to my collection.”
