Pet Doll!
Glck! Mmph! Mmmph!
The doll sucked at my cock with single-minded hunger, shaking her head as she worked. She clearly had no intention of pretending to be a doll anymore. I'd caught her moving once before, and rather than try to hide it, she seemed even more into this now than she had been.
Glck! Mmph! Mmmph! Mmph?
Then, still holding me in her mouth, she lifted her head just enough to look up at me.
Hehehe!
Some bright idea had clearly just occurred to her, because a playful little giggle spilled out of her. She suddenly threw both arms up, gathered her hair, and split it into two pigtails — then pressed those twintails straight into my hands.
Handles. She'd made me handles.
And then, as if she'd gone right back to being a doll, she went perfectly still.
"You want me to shake you?"
She nodded, my cock still filling her mouth.
Well. If that was what she wanted.
I took hold of her twintails and started rocking her head. Mmph! Glck! Mmmph! Her head snapped back and forth without mercy. Every so often I'd yank her hair and drive myself down her throat, pinning her there, using her like a toy — and I kept that up for a good five minutes. When I felt myself getting close, I pulled her down one last time, locked her in place, and came.
Ghk♡!!
Her head shuddered as I poured myself down her throat, buried to the hilt. Yeah — she was done pretending to be a real doll.
I pulled out with a wet pop, and a slick mix of cum and shampoo spilled from her lips. Felt incredible — but now the doll's mouth was filthy with me all over again.
"Guess I'll have to wash you again."
She tipped her head, gazing up at me with a look so cute it almost hurt. Then she squeezed more shampoo into her palm and started stroking my cock, nuzzling her cheek against it with a sweetness that had me hardening all over again. She worked the lather over me as if she meant to get me properly clean this time — and then, without warning, she lay down flat on the bathroom floor.
"Hm?"
She pointed at her own mouth. So the stroking had been to get me clean after all — and now she wanted her mouth rinsed out too.
"You want me to wash you?"
Still lying on the floor, she gave a tiny nod. Sprawling out on the bathroom tile like that — she wanted to feel the way she had before, when I'd treated her like an actual doll.
I snorted a laugh and cranked the shower back to that hard, driving stream, just like last time.
After the shower, I sat on the bed and dried the doll's hair with the dryer, then checked the time. Two-thirty in the morning.
"That was a pretty long shower."
She only tilted her head at me. One thing had led to another, and the shower had run long. I had work in the morning. Whether I'd actually manage to get up on time was anyone's guess.
"There. All done."
Once her hair was fully dry, she leaned her head against my chest and nuzzled into me, rubbing back and forth as if to say thank you. Then she pulled out her notepad and pen and started writing.
Thanks! But you're pretty good at this?
I smiled.
"I've got a little sister."
Aha! I see!
"Let's get ready for bed."
She nodded eagerly, slipped out of the bedroom, and came back with those familiar items — the dog collar and the tape. Honestly, I could have slept either way. She, on the other hand, clearly wanted to spend the night restrained.
She fastened the collar around her own throat and started looping the chain leash around the bed leg. Then she was writing again.
This way I can't run away, so you can rest easy, right?
The sight of her like that had me stirring all over again. I tamped the heat down and asked,
"So how would you like me to tie you up?"
She propped her chin on her hand and made a show of thinking it over. Then something seemed to click. She climbed onto the bed and started folding one arm and one leg in against herself.
"Hm?"
She set the notepad on the mattress, pen in her free hand, and wrote it out. Then she held the pad up for me to read.
Tie me up with my arms and legs folded!
"So you want me to bind you like a pet?"
She nodded hard, as if I'd gotten it exactly right. Fold the hands and arms in, tape them down, and lock them there — that was what she wanted.
Then her eyes went wide, as if she'd just remembered something, and she padded back out of the bedroom. When she returned, there was something on her head: a cat-ear headband. The ears were silver, and they suited her hair perfectly. She came up to me and looked up, as if to ask, Well?
I snorted a laugh.
"Cute."
She threw both arms around me and nuzzled into my chest, rubbing her face against me with a sweetness that was almost too much. Then she climbed onto the bed, lay down, and started folding her arms and legs in again. Time to tie her up.
I picked up the tape and went to her.
Nnhhh… like this, I really do feel like a pet…
Once I'd taped her arms and legs folded in against her body, I couldn't argue with what I was hearing from her. Collared, limbs bound, she looked every bit like an actual pet.
It's like my arms and legs have been cut off.
Folded and taped that way, that was exactly how it looked. And her body was flexible enough that the limbs tucked in cleanly, without a wrinkle. Then again, I'd already known she was that limber — last time I'd bound her in that pose, what was it, Yoga Nidrasana?
Hup!
Lying on her back, she flailed her folded arms and legs, rocked herself over, and slowly pushed up onto those bound limbs to look at me. Standing on all fours like that, she might as well have been a cat.
I snorted, killed the bedroom light, and lay down. The moment I did, she came toddling toward me on those folded arms and legs.
Hup! Hup!
She climbed up onto my body and settled her face against my chest.
Haaaah… Jihuni's chest… so comfortable…
She had no idea, but the comfort cut both ways — I was getting hard all over again. I wasn't sure I'd actually manage to sleep like this. Those full breasts of hers pressing against me weren't helping either. Still. I had work in the morning. I pulled the blanket over both of us and closed my eyes.
Maybe two hours later? I couldn't have said exactly — but something moving below pulled me slowly awake.
Hm?
Hehe. Heheheh.
Her little laugh drifted up. Did this woman ever actually sleep?
I looked down. It was too dark to see much, but the blanket over my lower half had bunched up into a telltale bulge. That'd be her. She'd climbed down off my chest and toddled her way south on all fours.
A second later I felt her tugging at my pants, trying to pull them down. How she was managing that with her arms bound, I had no idea.
Nngh! Nnh!
Ah. With her mouth. She was biting down on the waistband with those silicon-sealed lips and dragging. Biting with her teeth wouldn't have been easy, so she was pulling with her lips — and it clearly wasn't going well.
Nngh! Ah… I can't get a grip…
No surprise there. It was a silicon mouth; of course the fabric wouldn't catch. I could practically see her missing her hold over and over. Still, she was trying so earnestly I figured I'd give her a quiet hand — I lifted my hips just enough that she wouldn't notice.
Ah! Got it!
The moment I raised up, her pull slid the pants down a little. Of course, the next hurdle was waiting.
Ah… the underwear…
The briefs were still on. Stretch fabric, though, so it wouldn't be that hard.
Nnh! Nnnngh!
She started rubbing her face against them, working them down by inches. My cock, already standing at attention, seemed to help — the spring of it eased the fabric down bit by bit.
Haaaah… finally.
She'd managed it. The doll had gotten my briefs off.
Hehehe.
That little laugh, and then she started rubbing her cheek against my cock, nuzzling it back and forth. I twitched at the tickle of it, but she didn't care — she took me into her mouth.
Mmph!
And then she started sucking, using her tongue. I could feel it moving behind the rubber membrane, licking over me. Until now, she'd never used her tongue, never actually sucked, all to keep the doll act going. But she must have thought I was asleep, because this time she didn't hesitate. She went right to work.
Slurp. Lick, lick.
Hwaaah… haah!
The pleasure was on a completely different level from anything before — like actual fellatio. The same rush I'd felt when I'd turned her into a dakimakura. Makes sense. Until now I'd just been using her mouth like an onahole. Having her suck me for real, properly, was a whole different kind of good.
Slurp. Lick—
Hahh…
I let that sweet heat wash through me, grinned, and closed my eyes. Sleep was a lost cause. I settled in to quietly enjoy every last bit of what my cock was feeling.