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[PART ONE](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10g89xx/my_life_as_a_dream_doll_part_1_femdom_bdsm/)
[PART TWO](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10h69rg/my_life_as_a_dream_doll_part_2_femdom_bdsm/)
**III.**
You can’t remember the last time you left the dungeon. Her world has become yours, as surely as you have become Hers. Or maybe you were always Hers.
Your breasts are sore, still, in a pleasant kind of way. The implants are new, and they ache each time they bounce as your body arches into the rhythm of the edging machine wrapped around your cock.
The concentric rings work the shaft of your cock, stroking it faster and faster until you hear the tell-tale beep of one of the pulse sensors attached to your wrist, and then the stroking cuts and you feel the hard edge of your orgasm blunted.
It’s been hours now that She’s kept you in this loop: the rings that stroke your cock, keep it slick with lubricant but don’t let you cum; the prostate massager strapped around your waist, buried in your ass, that thrusts in and out in a steady rhythm, keeping your hips rocking down against it in a desperate kind of need.
Because you need to cum. You need to cum for Her, again and again and again. You’ve cum for her five times today and your body is aching, sore, in that kind of slow, warm way that feels so good.
But you’re not done yet. She wants you to cum two more times for her, She wants enough cum to fill Her one ounce glass and you know it’s what you were born to do, that you’re her perfect little slut, that you’re her good fuck doll.
Your skirt hitches up around your waist as you rock your hips, pushing the prostate massager deeper into your ass, feeling the way the rounded tip grinds into you and makes your eyes roll back as prickling warmth spreads through your body.
She has you straddling a rounded, cushioned seat, so even if you wanted to, you couldn’t ease off of the massager. Your breasts shake with each rock of your hips and you gasp against the sensitive ache, and the pill of your nipple rings, the chain that runs from them down to the seat.
Sometimes, She leaves you like this now. You know she has meetings she has to go to, but you don’t, not anymore. You’re only good for one thing, anymore, and you belong right here.
Your heart rate must have dropped enough, and the edging machine turns back on. Your body shakes, jerks forward at the sudden thrust of the concentric rings, and you groan at the pull in your nipples as you thrust into the edging machine and feel it suck against your engorged, sensitive cock.
It’s never quite enough to get you there, it’s been at least two hours that you’ve been on the edge of cumming and your body is raw from it, desperate for that one thing that will push you over the edge. Your ass is sore and every time the prostate massager buried itself into you, you moan more deeply, more wantingly, as you grind your hips down into it.
The crescendo is building again as the edging machine picks up pace, as you feel your breath start to come faster, and faster, and that tingling sensation prickles in your hands and feet, and your head is going light…
The electrolyte drip fed into your mouth every hour is just enough to keep you alert, but when you get like this your head gets fuzzy and your hands go numb and all you feel is the creeping pulse of pleasure pulling at you, making your mouth open in a lewd display of want, making your tits sway with every jerk of your hips.
But you can’t get there. It’s not enough.
And then the door to the dungeon slides open and you see Her. And she’s wearing that tight latex body suit with the slashes on the thighs and hips, exposing her pale skin. And her red hair is done up in it’s elegant braids, her face fixed in perfect makeup, plush lips puckered, green eyes bright. Her tits are full and heavy and the body suit is cut in a diamond pattern to show her cleavage and–
You gasp, and the gasp turns into a moan, and just looking at Her sends a spike of pleasure through your core, snaking up your spine, lighting up your body as you cum for Her.
Your back arches, your hips thrust into the machine, grind down into the massager, but you know and She knows that none of that is what get you there. It’s Her. You see Her and you cum, and you cum hard, like the ocean breaking on the shore, two hours of building pleasure crashing into you until all you can feel is the way it breaks against you.
You squeeze your hands tight enough to feel your manicured nails prick into your palms, and your body shakes so hard you feel the familiar ache in your tits but none of it matters. The pleasure outweighs it all. Your head tips back and you moan as you come for Her again.
“What a good little fuck doll you are,” She says, and She’s smiling Her sultry smile as she walks towards you and you almost cum again right there, just from that.
The scent of her is intoxicating, warm and sweet in a way that makes you ache. Even as you’re coming down from your orgasm, the edging machine is stroking your shaft, keeping you hard, making your body shiver with continuous need.
“Look at what I’ve done to you. Look at what I’ve done for you,” She says, and when She reaches out to stroke your cheek you whimper at her touch, at the way warmth spreads through you, at the way your body aches for Her.
“I’ve made you into what you were always meant to be,” She says as she makes a circle around you. Her hand moves from your cheek to your neck, her nails tracing across the sensitive skin, making goosebumps prickle down your back, making all of you come to life.
“Your lips are so soft, so supple now, the fillers look so good on a needy little doll like you,” She says, coming back in front of you to brush her thumb across your lips and your hips buck forward on instinct. The prostate massager buries itself deeper and you groan against it.
“Your tits are so perfect for a desperate slut like you. Look at the way they bounce,” She says, and pulls on the chain. Not enough to hurt, just enough to make you feel the pull against your nipples, enough to make you gasp and realize just how desperate you are.
You can feel your cock, hot and hard, leaking precum that the edging machine sucks into it’s reservoir, keeping you clean. Just the way She likes you. But even that light sucking is enough to make you whimper, to make you shiver.
“The laser hair removal,” She says, sliding Her hand down across your breasts, fingers brushing your nipples. “The makeup,” She continues, her hand fluttering down your stomach, making your skin prickle, making your breath come hard and heavy.
“You’re mine,” She says, and the edging machine is going faster, now, stroking the length of your cock, sucking each time it pulls, making you whimper like the desperate slut you are. You’re nodding for Her, now, mouth open, eyes wide, staring at Her. “My own fuck doll. You only have one thing in your mind. You only want one thing.”
And She’s right, the way She always is.
“You’re so good for me, my precious doll,” She says, and she slides her hand down between your legs and wraps her fingers around the base of your cock. She squeezes like she’s a cockring, fastened tight, milking you into the edging machine each time it strokes you.
“I’ve made you into a perfect little slut for me. I emptied out your brain of every worthless thought you had. I turned you into my perfect little whore, and the only thing you want is the only thing you need. To cum for me. I want you to cum for me, again and again and again. It’s all you’re good for, my precious doll. All you’re good for any more is being my slut.”
You’re whining, now–whining for Her, being her good, desperat doll, and god you must look it. Your hips are rocking now, bucking forward, grinding yourself into the cushioned seat, back into the prostate massager. With each movement you grind it into yourself, feel the way it makes your legs quiver and go weak, the way it makes pleasure ripple through your stomach.
And even as you’re grinding into the massager, you’re thrusting forward into Her hand and she’s squeezing you in a faster rhythm, as the edging device starts to stroke faster and you’d do anything to cum for her.
Even though your body is weak and tired, all you can think about is cumming for her. All you can feel is the tight, hot squeeze of her fingers, the fast stroke of the edging machine, the massager grinding hard into your prostate.
“Look at what I’ve made you,” She says, and with a click of a button, a screen illuminates on the opposite wall and you see a video of yourself, there, on your knees and god, you look like a slut.
You look like a whore.
Your perky, big tits are bouncing as you buck your hips to fuck yourself into your massager. The chain attached to your nipples is jinging with each thrust. Your lips, pretty, whorish red are hung open while you moan and your eyes with their black, smokey makeup look so big as they roll towards the back of your head.
This is what She’s done to you. This is what She’s done for you. Taken you from what you were and made you into what you were supposed to be.
And seeing yourself, seeing Her there, stroking your cock, all you want is more. You want to cum for her, again and again, until your body gives out. You can feel your body responding to her wants, the waves of pleasure rising in you, making you tremble at her touch. Every part of you aches, your legs are sore, your breath is heavy, but She’s pushing you past that and it’s all you want.
You fix your eyes on Her, on Her perfect green eyes, on Her plush, dark red lips, on the way She stares at you, and you make a show of the way you grind your hips for her, the way you start to bounce on the padded seat, thrusting the massager into your tight little asshole, thrusting your cock into Her hand, making your tits bounce for Her.
“Look at what a slut I’ve made you into,” She says, excited, squeezing faster as your cock, milking you into the edging machine, forcing you down the path towards orgasm, coaxing you along. “I can’t walk into a room without you cumming for me. I can’t look at you without you whimpering. I turned you into my perfect doll.”
You are her perfect doll. Your head is empty except for one thing: cumming for her. You’re nodding, like you can’t even form words anymore. All you can do is cum for her. You start bouncing more, working your hips into her, into the massager.
When she touches your face, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out for her, you make yourself look like the desperate slut you are and when she reaches down and puts her free hand around the back of your neck, grabs you tight, makes you stare at her–
Everything crashes into you at once, when you look into her eyes. The massager grinding into your tight asshole, the sensitive ache of your bouncing tits, the pull at your taut nipples, the edging machine stroking you, and her hand–
God, her hand. The warmth of it, her delicate fingers squeezing, wanting. Wanting you to cum. It builds in you, a tingling sensation starting in your core and spreading through you, overwhelming you until you can’t feel anything but the pleasure of Her.
You’re looking into her eyes when you cum for her, you’re watching her smile as your body gives itself over to her entirely, as you moan and gasp and run your breath ragged as your body gives every last bit of itself to her and you cum into the edging machine, again and again and again.
You cum for what feels like hours, or years, your body stuck in an endless loop of pleasure as your stiff cock pulses, as your nipples tingle and your tight little asshole squeezes hard against the massager.
When it finally ends, you’re doubled over into her, gulping for breath, chills rushing through you, every part of you shaking.
Every part of you wanting to do it again.
More, and more, and more.
“My perfect whore, my sweet doll,” She says, and grins.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10ipoeg/my_life_as_a_dream_doll_part_3_final_femdom_bdsm