“I’m sorry,” I gulped, looking down at myself. “I don’t know why I’m hard right now.”
“You are turned on by your own reflection. That was exactly what I wanted to see. If you can’t be turned on by yourself, who else will?”
“Did you program me that way too?”
She shook her head. “That’s all you, Jia. That’s the only thing about you that is organically you.”
“You say that I can still function as if I were a human?”
“Yes in all ways.
“That’s a relief,” I sighed. I gritted my teeth. There was that sound again. The army of clocks pounding my brain. “Mistress,” I gulped thickly. “May I relieve myself? The clock voices. It’s overwhelming. And so is my...” I looked down at myself. I was so long and so bloody hard.
“I want you to wank yourself. That is all. And I will watch.”
“Will I see you naked, mistress?”
“How greedy you are,” she snorted. “You think you can get what you want that easily without earning it. You will not see me naked, not today. You will one day make love to me, but only when I’ve moulded you into the most perfect China doll that the entire country will just adore.”
“Aren’t I already the perfect China doll? My reflection says---”
“You are just a baby. You were only born today. All this is only the beginning.” She stepped closer to me, gripping my behind, her claws digging into my flesh. I gasped when she growled in my ear, her voice sounding not human, but demonic, “One day, I’m going to make you into a star. That was why I made you. I’ll nurture you, mould you, and train you to be everyone’s doll.”
“Yes Mistress,” I breathed slowly with a shake to my voice.
“But for now, you are my doll. Be my doll and play with yourself.” She spanked my bottom. “Oh, by the way, Jia. This will be the best wank that you will ever have, my dear.”
I could already feel it, the divine sublimity of what would be the first orgasm of my new life. It had, after all, been...I calculated. 2,163 years since my last one? Fuck. No wonder I was so horny just by looking at myself. It wasn’t only my reflection that sky-rocketed my arousal.
My mistress was the keeper of my flame and my desire.
She lay on her bed sideways, in that position alone my eyes wandered along the curvature of her body. What a figure! Those she-devil eyes. They suggested such exciting debauchery. I gulped as I wrapped my hand around my cock. My body was still heavy but it was so easy to ignore as I jerked myself off, slowly I couldn’t draw my eyes away from Madame Fang, to my joy her dark eyes, they were locked on me too.
“That’s my doll,” her voice sounded like the hiss of a slithering snake. “Savour yourself.”
I obeyed, slowly engendering the motion of my tender wank. My lips trembled excitedly when my Madame unbuttoned a button from her hanfu. Just one button. That was all she did. Her bosom was still not exposed. Only the nape of her neck, nothing more. Just that little exposure of her divine flesh, it made me quicken myself . Oh, how Madame Fang was teasing me! She lifted up her ruffled vinyl skirt, exposing only the flesh of her ankles, her boots gleaming.
I let out a sharp gasp, biting down on my lip. My breath quickened. Her skin. Those ankles. That neck. My eyes darted at her bust; my perversion drove me wild. I pictured her nude breasts flashing before my eyes. I let out a girly squeak, gripping onto the length of my thick shaft harder, squeezing it more firmly, and moving my hand faster.
“Oh yes,” Madame Fang purred. “That’s my doll.”
She lifted her skirt just a bit higher, exposing just a glimpse of her thigh. That was it. The sublimity.
I closed my eyes and let out a cry as I came. I cried even harder as I continued to come, the ticking in my brain sounding like an earthquake had just shattered and I was suffering the vicious aftershocks of it. Oh my head, it was pounding unbearably, but it was all worth it.
When I opened my eyes, I practically came for the second time. On the bust of Madame Fang’s hanfu was...my cum. The colour white of my cream popped against the sapphire blue of it.
She looked down at it, collecting a drop of me with the tip of her finger. She stuck that finger in her mouth, sucking on it, just the tip. Savouring me. She hummed, “You taste very sweet. Try it.”
“Is it really sweet?” I stepped towards her, feeling faint, but fighting against it. “Is come supposed to taste sweet?”
“Your come is. I made sure of it that you would not taste salty and bitter like normal. It has a buttery texture and a candy-like sweetness that is too delicious, almost addictive to the tongue.”
How delightful that sounded. I had to taste the flavour of me for myself.
I collapsed on my knees---not on purpose, the weight of my body had me fall naturally. My face landed straight into Madame Fang’s pillow-like bosom. I kissed my seed off of her hanfu before licking it. Then I tasted it,again, as usual, Mistress was right. My come really did taste sweet. Like a nectar. And it had a buttery texture too. My tongue was addicted to it as if it were a candy. I kissed and licked every drop of me off her. I was about to swallow that last pearl of my sugary sweet, but Mistress, she cradled my face into her arms, rocking me. And then, her lips pressed against mine. Her tongue, oh, what a tongue! It stole that sugary sweat pearl of me out of my mouth so that only she could savour it for herself. She sucked on my tongue, savouring even the after-taste of me in my mouth. I moaned loudly into her mouth as she did too. Our kiss. It was as addictive as my own nectar. If it weren’t for her prying my lips off hers, our kiss could have possibly lasted forever.
“Jia,” she moaned softly. “You’re already making me so proud.”
“Why is that mistress?” I blushed with pride.
“You are still just my baby, but already, you’re becoming my most perfect doll.”
I nuzzled my nose against her bosom. She pulled me up on the bed beside her. I was facing her and she was facing me. My doll-eyes looked up at her. No words were spoken between us. There didn’t need to. Eyes had a way of speaking a language of their own. I still couldn’t tell if in those eyes was good or if all was there was evil. Either way, in that moment, I didn’t care. All I saw was my mistress, and I drank in every inch of her face. She cradled my face into her bosom, stroking my hair, coaxing me into such a peaceful state of mind. There was not a sound. No ticking. No gears grinding. Silence. There was not an army of clocks making war in my brain. The sweet silence. I embraced that sublimity. Just like a real baby that is lulled to sleep by a lullaby, I dozed off with the rocking of my mistress’s arms. Then, I peacefully fell into what was possibly and most likely the first real blessed sleep I had in over two-thousand years.
***
Waking up was a new beginning.
I could hear the army of clock gears ticking in my body. Except it wasn’t an army today. It wasn’t loud to my ears. It was quieter, softer, not as jarring and frightening. I looked around; I was still in Madame Fang’s room. She however wasn’t. And I wasn’t in her bed anymore. I was in...a confined space. It wasn’t a closet. It was more like...a box. Four rectangular walls surrounded me; it was made of gold brass. In front of me was glass. I couldn’t move. It was a wonder to me that I could even breathe; however wasn’t suffocating in this claustrophobia. I wondered how long I had been in this box. Was it my prison and my home?
I heard a creaking sound. It was Madame Fang stepping into her bedroom. I kept my mouth shut but it sure was tempting to have it drop to the floor. She had her hair in big and bouncy pig tails, which were held by what looked to be brass flower pins. She wore a black corset that was shimmering with gold clock gears. It pushed her breasts up so high; they were as humongous and round as I imagined them to be. The natural bounce and sway of them; what a menacing melody. Her neck collar matched the colour of her corset; it seemed to elongate her n
eck. She wore black and gold stripped pants that were tight around her, showing off the wave of her curves in such a smashing fashion that I almost wanted to whistle. That was, if I could actually whistle. She wore shiny black boots that reached up to her knees, the heel so tall, making her tower over everything. Making me feel weak. It was Madame Fang’s doing. Just the essence of her presence did that to me. It broke the strength in me, but I didn’t dare show it. I just stood still in my box.
She opened it, “Welcome to the dawn, my Jia doll.”
Leaning in she embraced my waist with one hand and helped me out of the box. Placing me down on the ground to stand on my own two feet she allowed me the honour of being able to stretch myself. My body. There was no squeaking, no loud ticking. No more of that overwhelming heavy feeling. I was as light as air. I took a couple of steps. I could walk like a human, it felt like I had wings. I sprinted and leaped into the air feeling as if I was flying. Madame Fang watched me like a proud mother, smiling so wide. I looked at her and said, “Mistress, am I not a baby anymore?”
“Not anymore. You are now a young adult. You will never grow old, you will remain the same age that I wished you to be. Dolls are immortal.”
“Are you immortal too, Mistress?”
“I am for as long as my inventions are immortal with me.”
“I am honoured to be your invention.”
“I am proud. You are one of my greatest inventions. I can’t wait to show you off to my friends and my suitors.”
“When will that be, Mistress?”
“Today.”
“Today? Why so quick?”
“Because they can’t wait anymore as can’t I. We want to play with you so badly. Especially me.”
“Will that be as soon as your guests arrive, Mistress?”
“It starts now by me dressing you.”
She took my hand and led me out of the bedroom down the hallway toward a set of stairs I hadn’t seen the last time,. . It was as if it had suddenly appeared and I wondered how I had missed it. This time, I wasn’t too heavy and didn’t faint going up the stairs. Even then, Madame Fang was by my side, holding my hand.
We ascended up the stairs and suddenly there we were in what was the most whimsical room of all.
“This is the play room.” she announced with a touch of pride in her voice.
It was a play room in the round. The ceiling was made of glass, dome-shaped. The chandeliers were a champagne pink and yellow, glowing from the sunlight that was streaming through the glass ceiling. There were chairs and couches that looked more like thrones. A night-stand that had brushes, combs, hair accessories, and a giant mirror, and of course there was a bed. It was in the round too. Around the edges of the wall was a standing rail that held clothing. Clothes that were as stunning as those that I had seen Madame Fang wear so far. Clock-work style corsets in all the colours of existence. Skirts and dresses---some were long and some were short, some were straight and some were ruffled or puffy, and they were in all the colours of the world as well. Collars, like the one mistress was wearing as well as some that were Victorian in its style---dramatic, elegant, and supreme. And cuffs too. And mitts. Bondage-style clothing,Top hats, Aviator goggles, lots of bows Everywhere I looked there was something new to see. It was a dizzying number of clothing and accessories that made my eyes widen and my head spin.
“Are all these clothes for me, Mistress?”
“Yes.”
“They are works of art.”
“Of course they are. I made them.”
“You did?” My mouth dropped open.
“Don’t you ever forget my doll, I am the inventor and you are not my only creation,” she smirked slyly.
“I’ll never forget it.”
“You are excited.”
“Pardon mistress?”
Her eyes darted down at my cock followed closely by mine. It was hard. Overwhelmingly hard, already glistening with pre-cum.
“You will not dare touch yourself.” That sounded like a threat. It made my cock twitch.
“I won’t mistress,” I gulped.
“Now, it’s time to doll you up. No pun intended.”
She took my hand and excitedly led me towards the night stand. She had me sit in a chair. It was the only chair in the room that wasn’t throne-like at all. It was a stool. I saw my reflection in the mirror, I looked the same as yesterday even though I felt so much more comfortable with myself. . My hair, as shimmery golden blonde as ever, was so thick and full, pristine. Mistress took a comb, running it through my locks. That look on her face. It was bubbly, so full of life, as if she were a child again. If she ever was, that is. It made her look even more beautiful and sexy to my big, round, and vacant eyes. After she brushed my hair with many smooth and tender strokes, she carefully wound brass curlers into it, winding it tight enough so those curls would be sure to set. Madame Fang let out a squeal.
“You look adorable already!” she jumped. “And I am just getting started with you, my doll.”
I flashed a smile at her. Her eyes were focused on my lips and suddenly her lips moved against mine. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, her humming making me swoon with ecstasy.
“I am going to paint your lips gold like your hair,” she whispered. “It’s going to sparkle and shine.”
“Like you, mistress?”
She caressed my chin, pushing my face upward. I looked into her eyes that were far from vacant, yet, they were void of all emotion . They were dark. Menacing. Gorgeous.
“Purse your lips.”
I obeyed her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her snatching up a lipstick applicator, revealing its shimmery gold colour. She applied it to my pursed lips. Thickly, I could tell, by how many strokes she made with it.
“Ooh,” she cooed. “Stunning.”
She wouldn’t let me look in the mirror to see myself yet. Not until I was all dolled up.
Next was the eye-shadow. She let me see it before it was applied, it was the colour of her hair. “Close your eyes.”
I obeyed and felt a brush dusting my eyelids with that black eye-shadow I also felt a thin and wet tip gliding along my eyelids too,. And the gentle stroke of a brush against my eyelashes. Another brush stroked me all over my face. It was a powdery substance and I could feel it coating my skin. Then it stopped. I heard Madame Fang’s voice. “Now you open your pretty eyes.”
I obeyed.
“You can look in the mirror. Now.”
I turned my head towards the mirror and gasped. My face. It looked like a doll-face before when it was in the nude, but with make-up on, it was so close to that of a doll that it was unreal. But I was real, I touched my nose to remind myself that the reflection was not an illusion. It was really me. My eyes. They looked bigger and wider with the heavy black eye-shadow and mascara. It made me appear even more animated than I already was without it. Even my blonde eyebrows, so perfectly arched, were out of this universe. My cheeks were a rosy pink, like the colour of my natural lips. My lips really did match the colour of my hair, except it sparkled. The texture of my face looked and felt as smooth as a pancake. Fair. Flawless. Extraordinary. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of myself; I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t an illusion. I was real.
“You are real.” My Mistress read my thoughts once more.
“You make me look---and feel---that way.”
“Now what to dress you in. Stay where you are while I pick your attire.”
Perched on the stool and watched Madame Fang skip towards the towering number of fashions that she had to choose from. How was it possible for an inventor to choose the best of her creations?
Madame Fang made it look so easy. She grabbed one of the collars first. It was a Victorian style one. Skipping over she showed it to me and had me feel it. It was fuchsia cotton, thick an
d sturdy in its material, trimmed top and bottom with long-flowing frilly fuchsia lace On the front was a stunning giant clock gear brooch that was encrusted with champagne diamonds. There was a O shaped ring in the very centre. On the back side was shiny gold buttons. She unbuttoned them buttons to open the collar. She had me lift up my chin as she put it on me. With a snap, it was around my neck. My neck felt like it was caged.
Precisely as Madame Fang wanted it, I presumed.
She grabbed a corset that went with that collar, It was fuchsia and gold too. Clockwork gears was its embellishment; it shimmered and sparkled like my lips. The corset had straps at the bottom like garters. She put it on me in such an eager fashion that it made my cock jolt, but again, I didn’t dare touch myself, and with all my power, I stopped myself from even thinking about it. Then she grabbed a skirt. It was parted in the middle whereas the rest was bustled. She slipped that on me too, up to my waist to where the straps of my corset were beneath it, lying on my upper thighs. The parting in the middle of the skirt was there for a reason. As I looked I could see it was for the exposure of my loins, and for the easy access of it. My cock was a pistol; how badly it wanted to shoot, but I didn’t dare engage it.
Madame Fang grabbed a pair of stockings. They were gold and fuchsia stripped, sheer in its fabric, shimmery by the light. She rolled them up my leg; the garter clipping into place to hold them up. The last article of clothing Madame Fang had was the shoes. They looked so scandalous. I took a deep breath when she showed them to me. They were dark fuchsia with gold trimming completed with moving clock gears . as if they were keeping time. . And the heels lit up gold. Sparkling like the most splendid of all light shows. Even Madame Fang took a deep breath as she admired this great invention of hers. She admired them all the more as she slipped them on my dainty little feet licking her lips in lustful hunger.
“Walk,” she commanded. Rising up from the ground to watch me.
I didn’t know if in my past life I ever walked in a pair of high heeled shoes, a corset, stockings, a skirt, and a collar. However perhaps I did, I walked in them naturally, not missing a single step. The fashion I was wearing---it made me feel so good, even hornier, as if I wasn’t already turned on enough. I strutted across the room with a light shake to my hip and a jaunty wiggle of my bottom. That excited Madame Fang quite a bit. She pounced on me, holding me tight and close to her. It made me gasp and giggle all at once as she declared, “Oh Jia, my doll, I made you just right!”
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