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>[PART ONE](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10g89xx/my_life_as_a_dream_doll_part_1_femdom_bdsm/)
**II.**
”You want more, don’t you? You’re begging for more, aren’t you?” Her voice says, soft as a lullaby, over the noise canceling headphones.
In this heightened state, even the sound of her voice is enough to send tingles cascading down your back. You’ve already cum three times for her and crackles of pleasure race across your body like lightning with every stimulation.
The milking device is fixed around your cock still, it’s pulsing slowly now, rippling in little waves up the shaft of your cock, dragging slutty little moans out of you every time it creeps up to the head again.
“You’re my pretty little whore,” She says. “I’ve made you into my personal little slut. All you’re good for now is looking like a pretty whore for me, cumming for me, begging for more…”
The recording of her voice plays on, the sound of her voice enveloping you. You don’t know how long you’ve been there, anymore, locked to the table, your legs spread, leather straps fastening your legs apart, your ass exposed.
The VR goggles are fastened tight to your head, painting pictures in your mind of done up girls with huge tits and taut nipples, strapped to Sybian machines. They’re fighting but you know they want it, the same way you do. The way their hips shake and grind against the machine, the way they moan when it finally forces them over the cliff into orgasm and they’re panting and gasping for breath.
Just like you are.
The milking device picks up pace, squeezing your cock and makes your back arch. The chain attached to your pierced nipples and down to the chain around your ankles pulls taut as you strain your legs. The piercings pull and send bolts of pleasure through you like lightning.
Every part of you belongs to her, now, and you don’t remember when you stopped fighting it. When you started loving it. All of the hair has been laserd off of you, your skin is soft and smooth, just the way she wants it. Your black leather skirt is hiked up around your waist, your bodice is tight enough to make you dizzy when you start moaning.
And god, you can’t help moaning now as the milker starts to stroke your cock, dripping warm, slick lubricant down your shaft and–
Right on the cusp of orgasm, it stops.
You fall back against the table, your body shaking as the rising waves of pleasure crash into you, wash over you, and don’t manage to drag you under. Your body aches for release, skin prickling sensitive, breath coming hot and fast.
Your body moves on its own, hips working up in a wanting little rhythm, like you can grind up into the milker, make yourself cum. Be a good little slut, like you’re supposed to be.
Every time you move, your chains pull, your nipple piercings tug and you whimper as the sharp crack of pleasure comes back.
“Mm, but you are a good little whore, aren’t you?” She coos as the headphones are eased off your ears. It’s Her, whispering in your ear.
You’re nodding your head, yes. Yes, you are a good little whore. Yes, you need to cum. Yes, your body is begging for it in every little twitch and shiver and thrust of your hips.
She pushes down hard on your hips, forces them down.
“Only when I say,” she says, and like that, the milker is pulled off your cock and you can’t help the shivering gasp you make, desperate. Your cock is so hard, pulsing with want. You can feel every inch of your body, alive with desire.
The goggles are showing you videos of girls being bent over, now, their massive tits swinging in your face as some mechanical device pounds into them from behind, making them moan.
“Don’t you want to be like them?” She asks and you nod on instinct. Her soft hand forces your legs further apart further, sets the stirrups wider, makes your muscles strain and you can just feel how exposed you are, now.
Exposed for her.
There’s a sound of something moving, something heavy, sliding up the length of the table and then you feel it. The soft press of a rubber shaft pressed against the tight pucker of your little bleached pink asshole.
“Mm, what a needy little slut. Look at the way your hips move for it,” She says, grinning, and she’s right. Your hips did move, pushed against the shaft.
There’s a warmth. Lubricant pulsing out of the machine, coating your asshole. The sound of the machine turning on, groaning to life. And then you’re groaning as it pushes against your asshole, as it pushes into you and your mouth is opening on its own and you feel your body open up to the machine, to Her.
“Take it, my pretty little fucktoy,” she says, and just as the shaft slides into your tight asshole, as you feel it press into your prostate, you feel her latex covered hand envelope your stiff, sensitive cock.
The noise she drags out of you is anything but polite, it is ragged and wanting and perfect for a desperate little slut like you. The machine slides out and in again, thrusting against your prostate, uncoiling waves of pleasure in you that spread through you, consume you in a growing warmth even as she starts stroking your cock slowly.
The pleasure builds in you again, slowly.
The images in your goggles shift, showing you a row of girls bent over, their asses in the air, the machines behind them fucking into their assholes in a perfect kind of rhythm and you know that’s where you belong. You’re a greedy slut just like them, built for pleasure.
You watch them get fucked even as the machine fucks into you, as the pace gets faster, and you can hear the sound of it slapping against your ass as the cylindrical shaft buries itself into you and each time it brushes up against your prostate, She strokes your cock. Faster, faster, faster.
“Look at what I’ve made you into,” She says.
And the video cuts, for a moment. Interlaces with flickering images, so fast you can barely see them: pictures she’s taken of you, posed in leather bodices and thigh high boots, a leather band around your waist fastened down around your ass, pulling your cheeks apart, exposing yourself.
Your face is done up in makeup, the way it always is now, smokey black eyeshadow and bright red fuck me lipstick. Your lips are full and pouty, your face hairless. You are exactly what She has always wanted you to be, her perfect little fucktoy.
“What you were always supposed to be,” She coos, and She’s stroking you faster now, just to back off every time you get close to the edge, making you whimper for her as your body prickles with need, as pleasure swells inside of you, consumes you from the inside. “All you were ever good to be. My perfect little fuck doll. All you want is to cum, again and again and again, until you can’t take it anymore…”
You know it’s true. You know She’s right. The machine is going faster again, gyrating up into your prostate, making your hips jerk against it, pulling on your chains and making your nipples taut and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, you feel Her move.
And then her mouth is on you, engulfing your cock, burying you in her mouth and swallowing your pleasure as your body spasms in a complete overload of pleasure.
Your hips jerk against the machine, your cock pulses in Her mouth, your chains pull against your nipples and your body sends a hundred thousand signals crackling across it like fireworks exploding inside of you.
When you cum, it consumes you. It consumes everything. Your body pulls taut, every muscles straining, your breath caught until that last moment of release when you finally push over the edge and cum for Her.
Images of you are flashing in the goggles: you all done up in Her prettiest clothes, in a black and red latex dress with the skirt hiked up and your cock out, stiff and wanting Her, the way you always are.
That’s what you see when you cum for Her, when you feel your body empty itself in Her, when the machine fucks you and the chains pull on you and all you can think is that you’re her wanting little fuck doll.
It’s all you could ever have been.
And when you finish it feels like an hour has passed and you collapse on the table, your body aching, your breath ragged as you struggle just to breathe.
“My desperate little fuck toy,” She says, and you can hear the grin in her voice even as you feel the familiar, plush rubber rings of the milking device sliding back down onto your cock. “I’ve made you everything I’ve ever wanted. I’ve turned you into my own personal doll, my slut. All you want is to cum for me. All you’re good for anymore is being my own personal whore.”
Once, the words might have been something you pushed back against, but when you hear them now it sounds like everything you’ve always wanted. Your body responds instantly, your cock hard, a trill of pleasure rushing through you in a shiver racing up your back. It almost tips you over into cumming, and you moan against the sudden wave of want.
“My beautiful, slutty doll.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10h69rg/my_life_as_a_dream_doll_part_2_femdom_bdsm
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