Living Doll

by Cherry Lee

  I didn’t think my overloaded brain could handle any more flip-flops of fortune. I needed her to spell it out for me. “So you want—?”

  “To belong to you. May I stay here? I’ll keep some of the money for my board so I won’t cost you anything. I’ll cook, clean your house, and serve you in every way you desire. And when you want me out of the way, I’ll stay in my cage.”

  “Cage,” I repeated dumbly, unable to wrap my mind around it. “You would choose to live like that? To be tortured, used as a sex toy and suffer every perversion I can invent?”

  “I live to serve.” A wan smile curved her luscious red lips.

  It dawned on me that she meant it. I blew out a long breath and rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands. “Well … all right then. I mean hell yeah!”

  I glanced over at her poor, abused tits and considered fucking them. The idea of pressing them together and rubbing my swollen cock between them until I came was almost too tempting to pass up. But the girl looked exhausted and her tits painfully swollen.

  “All right,” I said again. “You go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. You’ll find first aid things in the cupboard. Then you can take a nap in your cage. I’ll call you when I want to play with you again.”

  She stood up, staggered for a step, still weak from her torment, then recovered her balance and went where she was bid.

  I relaxed back against the couch, closing my eyes and processing the whole bizarre evening. I questioned my decision to take on the care and feeding of Iliana as a sex-pet, then thought about the amazing things I could do with her, the exotic entertainment she would provide me and my friends. I smiled as I considered my parting words, “I’ll call you when I want to play with you again.”

  There were hours of fun I could have with my living doll.I worked hard on the Klosterman case, hard enough to save Jonathan Klosterman millions of dollars of his vast fortune and to bill him for hundreds of hours’ worth of overtime. When he called and told me he was sending me something special to show his appreciation, I expected a gift basket, maybe a bottle of Scotch, maybe even the keys to a new car. The gift that was delivered on my doorstep was beyond my wildest dreams.

  My doorbell rang on a Thursday night. I was taking a long weekend off from the firm. All I wanted was to rest, relax, and forget that I was a tax lawyer and that ninety-nine percent of my life was spent in an office.

  I answered the door.

  A guy in a blue suit stood on my front porch. “Mr. Halloran?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’ve got a delivery for you from Mr. Klosterman. I believe you were expecting it.” He motioned to a pair of big guys in coveralls standing beside a black van. They opened the rear doors. Together they hoisted a huge wooden box about five by five feet from the van and carried it toward my house.

  It was too big for a gift basket or a liquor bottle, too small for a sports car. The wooden slats allowed glimpses of something blue inside. There were air holes drilled in the top. I was intrigued. What in the hell had Klosterman given me, a Great Dane? A miniature pony?

  The man in the suit held out a clipboard. “Please sign here so Mr. Klosterman knows you’ve received his gift.” I hesitated, then scrawled my signature.

  The men carried the big box into my front hall and set it carefully on the carpet. One of them took a pry bar and loosened the slats. When the sides of the box fell away, I saw that the blue object inside was a very large, plastic tarp covering something that looked like a cage.

  “What the fuck?” I muttered.

  I wanted to pull the tarp aside and peer through the mesh, but Mr. Suit was talking to me. “Enjoy your reward for a job well done, sir.” Without a trace of expression in his voice or on his face, he handed me an envelope.

  “Wait! What—?” But, the man in the suit and his two coverall companions were already headed out the door.

  I stared at the tarp, listening for animal noises from inside but not a whine or growl disturbed the quiet. I thought I heard light breathing and leaned in closer. No sound emerged. Fuck, what was it? For some reason, mental images of a coiled boa constrictor flashed through my mind. Why would Jonathan Klosterman give me a snake?

  My gaze dropped to the large manila envelope in my hand. I tore it open and removed the message inside.

  Mr. Halloran,

  My appreciation for all the work you’ve done on my behalf is boundless. Neither words nor money is are sufficient to express my gratitude. With that said, I am presenting you with a very special gift to show you my esteem. I assure you, you won’t find anything like this in any store.

  Her name is Iliana and she is yours to use for the weekend in whatever manner you wish. Iliana has been trained to be the perfect submissive. She has no desire except to please her master. You will find she is amenable to whatever your particular desires may be and will willingly participate in any fantasy you devise.

  Enjoy my pet, but don’t break her. My men will come to collect her on Monday.

  Sincerely,

  Jonathan Klosterman

  “Fuck me!” I read the note three more times, then stared at the blue tarp, a cage that supposedly held a real, living, breathing woman.

  I blew out a long, slow breath and stared at it some more. If I opened it, it would be real. If I opened it, I would have to deal with the woman inside and with the fact that I was participating in something outrageous and probably illegal. But if the woman gave her consent, if she voluntarily assigned herself as Klosterman’s possession, then I had nothing to worry about, did I?

  Possibilities swirled in my mind and my dick swelled hard at the images. I leaned down and peeled back a flap of plastic at the front of the box. Dark eyes stared back at me. A sweet fragrance wafted from within. In the shadows of the cage, I saw blonde hair and the pale oval of a face.

  “Hi.” From my angle, I noted a black, leather strap of some kind around Iliana’s neck. Other than that, she appeared to be naked.

  She responded with a single nod of her head. “Hello.”

  “I’m, uh, going to let you out now.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  At the title, my hard-on grew to epic proportions. Master. I feared I might explode in my pants from the sheer eroticism of this bizarre situation. I pulled the tarp completely off the cage and released the catch. The gold wire door swung open and the woman inside crawled out on all fours. She stayed that way, head down, awaiting my next order like a well-trained dog.

  She was almost entirely naked. Dark leather, bikini-like bottoms with meta rings hardly covered anything. In fact most of her ass cheeks were bare and the straps parted to reveal the better party of her outer labia and everything in between. A matching top just played at covering any of her breasts. Her hard nipples poked through the center rings and a large amount of areola showed outside of them. I gazed down at the top of her silky, yellow hair and the expanse of ivory-tan skin.

  The doorbell rang again and I literally jumped. “Shit!” I went to the side window and peered out. Mr. Suit and one of the coverall boys were on the porch again. I opened the door a crack. “Yes?”

  “Sorry, sir., wWe almost forgot the second box.” Suit gestured Coverall forward. He carried a smaller, gift-wrapped parcel into the house and set it down on top of the kennel. The man didn’t even glance at the nearly naked woman kneeling on the floor. He must have seen this kind of thing all the time at Klosterman’s house.

  “Um, thanks?” I wondered if I should tip these guys, but again they disappeared like smoke. I picked up a small, white envelope attached to the box, opened it, and read the message inside.

  In case you don’t have any toys of your own, I have taken the liberty of sending some useful items you can use with Iliana. Manacles, gags, whips, etc…Enjoy.

  I opened the lid to find an assortment of gadgets I’d only seen on the Internet. I could only guess at the purpose of some of them. With a sideways glance at Iliana, I realized she would know how to use all of them. The idea
of a well-trained sex slave there to do my bidding was enough to make my cock pulse. I willed it under control.

  I licked my lips and spoke. “Stand up. I want to see your face.”

  She obediently stood and raised her chin. I got my first glimpse of sculpted cheekbones, full, red lips and deep, green eyes. Her breasts were barely encased in the skimpy leather bikini top. Her stomach was flat. A garnet twinkled in her navel. Her waist was tiny and her hips flared enticingly. All the leather bottoms did was show off her pussy. I wanted to yank it off and see that last bit of her.

  Iliana was gorgeous. Her eyes were still downcast submissively. I didn’t urge her to look up. It was easier for me to give commands with her facing me. I didn’t need to feel uncomfortable in her presence. For that weekend, she was my possession.

  “Strip, naked.” The words were barely out of my mouth before she obeyed. She shed her top and bottoms.

  I stared at her heavy, round breasts. The aureoles areolae were sienna brown with pointed, distended nipples. If I had measured them they might have been a full inch long. They were also pierced with silver hoops from which dangled blood-red garnet pendants. The jewels swayed as she moved and caught the light. I caught my breath.

  My gaze moved down to her waxed crotch. It was smooth and hairless. The folds of her heavy, pink lips were on display. Her flush genitals reminded me of ripe fruit. The tip of her clit poked out of its hood. I sucked in my breath. Her clit too glittered with a tiny silver hoop and a dangling garnet jewel.

  She was perfection and I couldn’t wait to use her.

  “On your knees.” My voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable to my own ears. “Suck me off.”

  Iliana obediently dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants. My cock sprang forth. Instantly, she gobbled its length into her mouth, moaning loudly and appreciatively as she took it in.

  I watched her face, eyes closed, lips stretched around my dick, cheeks hollowed with the effort of sucking me. Her mouth was hot and wet. I could feel her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. She pulled my wet dick out of her mouth and blew lightly across it.

  “You taste so good,” she murmured, licking her tongue over the engorged head. She grasped the shaft and stroked it fast. Her hand glided easily over the saliva-coated rod as she moved it up and down. She looked up at me and begged, “Fuck my face. Fuck it hard. Use me like a whore.”

  The harsh words coming from her pretty mouth were intoxicating. They made my aching cock swell harder.

  Engulfing me in her mouth once more, Iliana bobbed her head up and down, setting her breasts bouncing. She reached one hand between my legs and fondled my sac, squeezing my balls gently. She snaked the other hand around and teased my asshole, dipping the tip of her finger inside as she sucked me off.

  I responded to her avid ministrations, thrusting deep into her throat. The sight of my cock disappearing and reappearing glistening wet from the depths of her mouth was exhilarating. She took it all in, every thick, pulsing inch. I grabbed fistfuls of her hair and twisted it as I banged into her mouth, burying my cock up to the balls with each thrust, burying her nose in my pubic hair.

  In moments, I came as hard as I ever had in my life. “Holy, motherfucker!” I screamed as I pounded into her willing mouth and shot my load deep in her throat. Iliana swallowed it all. After she pulled off my dick, she licked her luscious lips to catch any come she’d missed.

  My legs trembled at the intensity of my orgasm. I could hardly stand. I released the handfuls of her hair that were twisted around my fists and patted her gently on the head. “Good , girl.”

  Already my mind had darted ahead to the things I wanted to do to her. “Are you thirsty?”

  She nodded so I went to get her some water. When I returned, she was still kneeling exactly as I had left her. I poured the water in a dish that had been included with her things then watched in fascination as the woman put her face down and lapped it up like a good pet.

  “You can get up now. Go to the living room, sit on the couch, and wait for me.” While I decide what to do next, my mind completed. I watched her fine, toned ass sway as she padded from the room and I shook my head in disbelief at my good fortune.

  For inspiration, I poked through the box of goodies, Klosterman had left me. When I found the perfect toy, I knew it. My long-held, secret sex fantasy was about to come true. I took the item from the box and walked into the living room.

  Iliana sat, legs crossed, naked and relaxed on my couch, as though she were a casual friend who’d dropped by for tea. When she saw the objects of torture in my hand, her eyes didn’t even flicker with unease.

  My desire to abuse tits had never been something I could bring to reality. I had a girlfriend once, who let me twist her nipples and bite them quite hard, but that was the extent of it. Now, here was a willing participant and a box full of tools to use. My cock stirred again at the infinite possibilities.

  The devices I’d found were made of clear acrylic. They were large, cone shaped cylinders with a hinge in the middle. It was made to stretch a tit out, clamp the cylinder around it and make a perfect, conical shape if the user were so inclined. I was.

  “Stand,” I ordered.

  Iliana rose and came to me. For a woman with small tits or loose tits this device might not be too uncomfortable. For breasts with the fullness and density that Iliana possessed, it was going to be painful.

  I grabbed hold of the jeweled ornament in her nipple and pulled her breast out as far as I could stretch it.

  She sucked in air sharply, but didn’t cry out.

  I fastened the first contraption around her straining breast. The cylinder pressed into her heavy flesh. I had to work hard to click it closed without pinching any of her skin in the close-fitting seam. Her breast was contained in a perfect funnel-shape with her nipple extending out the small hole at the narrow end. The jeweled hoop held it firmly in place.

  I paused to admire the beautiful squashed breast and painfully distended nipple with the pretty ring topping it off. Already Iliana’s boob was beginning to turn light lilac at the loss of blood flow. With the clear plastic, I could see the slow change of color. My mouth was dry and my pulse racing at the intoxicating sight.

  I quickly clamped her other breast into the acrylic form. It was a little more difficult since her left breast was even fuller. It was hard to hold her nipple out while clamping the cylinder. I could have used an extra hand. Then I realized I had teeth. I bit down on her berry red nipple, pulled her breast out and got her generous boob stuffed into the hard plastic. She whined softly in her throat as I snapped it closed, then she fell silent once more.

  Again, I looked at the results of my labor. The beautiful woman stood before me with her tits molded like bonsai into symmetrical cones. Her breasts looked stunning, elongated and distorted, but I was a little annoyed by her lack of reaction. Although they must have hurt, no frown disturbed her placid face.

  Perhaps leaving the molds on longer would achieve the desired result. “Lie face down over the back of the couch. I want to fuck you,” I ordered.

  She obediently straddled the couch, standing on her toes with her ass tilted provocatively up toward me. Her trapped tits were pressed into the back of the couch and it must have been extremely painful, but she remained silent and motionless, waiting for me.

  I stood over her, stroking her soft, round bottom, then reaching between her legs to finger her wet slit. I gave her bejeweled clit a sharp twist with my fingertips and she gasped. Then I slid four fingers in her gaping cunt and fucked her with them. She was so slippery it was an easy entry. I curled my thumb into my palm and was able to fit almost my whole hand in her yawning hole. I pumped it in and out.

  “Oh yes, that feels so good,” she said. “Fuck me, Master.”

  Again, there was that thrilling title. I quickly shed my clothes and replaced my hand with my cock, which was rigid again. It was dripping pre-come and ready to impale her sweet, luscious pussy. I slid into her with
a satisfied sigh, burying my shaft to the hilt.

  “Fuck me harder. Hurt me,.” sShe called out as I drove into her over and over.

  I held her hips tight in my hands and complied. I shoved into her with such vigor that it shook the couch and drove it across the polished wood floor an inch with each thrust. She accepted each penetration with ecstatic cries and verbal encouragement. Within several grunting, groaning minutes, I came once more. Her complete compliance was such a huge turn-on that I couldn’t hold back. I burst inside her, releasing my load and collapsed against the smooth curve of her back.

  I reached around front and felt her boobs, still encased in their plastic prisons. I pulled hard on the silver hoops and was gratified to hear Iliana whimper. Then I stood up and withdrew from her.

  She remained where she was, head down, ass in air, come oozing down the insides of her thighs. Knowing that she would stay exactly as I’d placed her until I told her to move again was mind boggling. She really was my sex slave.

  My cell phone rang and I jumped. I checked the ID and it was Klosterman.

  His rich voice poured like oil over the phone. “Are you enjoying my gift, Mr. Halloran?”

  “Yes, very much,. tThank you. This is more than I ever expected.”

  “So you enjoy having a pet. It’s easy to get used to the simple pleasures isn’t it?” He paused. “How would you like to own her permanently? My flock needs ‘thinning’ so to speak and I would be willing to part with Iliana.”

  “Are you serious?” I could hardly believe it. I tried to imagine my life with a permanent ‘pet.’ Coming home every day to blow jobs and bondage with no strings attached. The idea was phenomenal.