Playing dolly meant I wasn’t supposed to move, and yet, I allowed myself a quick glance. She had painted his face the same as mine. Lips drawn like a heart, manipulating their natural shape with zeal. Eyelids, a shocking blue. Spread across a chaise lounge, so that the width of him touched both sides. Knees bent, feet against the floor, he was getting hard just watching us play dollification.
Standing in front of me, she saw my eyes twitch. “Dolly!” she chastised. Pushing a hand up my dress, she tickled her fingers against the soft wet cotton of my panties. “Mmmmm…” she said. I stood perfectly still while she pulled aside the crotch to tease my naked dripping hole with her fingertips. Her long red manicured nails.
“What am I going to do with you?”
Moving from behind, she tilted me slowly at the waist—90 degrees—until my face was just barely above his cock. I kept rigid while she caned my ass like that. Only once did I lose my balance, my lips brushing against his now very swollen cock. He twitched ever so slightly. This made her laugh. She lifted me upright.
“Naughty dolly! That dolly is mine, too. You understand? Don’t you know I have a different toy for you?”
She was holding a thin collar with a square black box attached. The black box had two metal prongs protruding from it. Electricity? My heart raced. Instead of placing it upon my neck, she reached down low to pull it taut around my upper thigh.
“You better not short it out with your real, live wet pussy either or I might never play with you again! In fact, I might just send you back!”
She cupped my mouth with her palm. Sliding in and splitting open, her two fingers separated my jaw. I stared at her like this, wide mouthed and obedient. She stepped back and made a sucking noise with her tongue on her teeth. Now that’s the pose I want to see while I cum. She stepped backwards again, hovering over top of his dick. Again, he twitched.
Her pussy lips were already coming loose around her body suit. When she finally snapped the fabric open, I let out an audible gasp. She laughed and slid her hands into her dark mess of curls. Squeezing tightly, she laughed some more. Then suddenly she slapped both hands down hard onto his thighs. I took a deep breath, still staring, mouth agape. He hadn’t even flinched.
In her hand was the control to the electric collar now fastened tightly around my thigh. She touched the button lightly and it was all I could do to keep myself from moving. I felt my nipples harden and my pussy clench in the aftershock. I thought she must be able to see the flash of pain in my eyes. I watched as she guided his erect penis to the opening between her thighs. She paused. My pussy clenched again.
With the head of his penis teasing her wet lips, she explained how she wanted me to stand: without moving, mouth in a perfect ‘o’. “Just like my open hole waiting to take this cock,” she said. I swallowed hard. “And, if you move, I’m going to press this little button.” Playfully, she moved her finger back and forth over top of it. “Only I get to move!” Slowly, she lowered herself onto his sex. I could see a shudder move through his flesh. “And, only I get to cum!” This time, I felt a shudder run through mine.
She laughed loudly while she rode him, moving lasciviously and with abandon. We were her dollies to use however she wanted, and we kept our promise of stillness. She began shocking me in spite of my good job playing dolly. This new rule excited her. I watched her ass bounce faster. I couldn’t understand how he could please her and not explode. The shocks came more frequently the closer she got to cumming. Each wave that passed through me felt more severe. I realized I could explode and die happy right here. In the end, just as promised, it is only she who explodes.
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