Playing with Dolls

They were holding hands. Fingers intertwined to secure a feeling of togetherness and safety. They had done well, listened to the instructions. High heels, short skirts, chests undressed. No underwear, no jewelry. Just shoes and skirts. Hair pulled back into ponytails. They were waiting. A bright lamp was lighting up the stage. Around them: darkness.

“Well done, my dolls. Look at you, ready to be played with.” The voice from the shadows was low and commanding, warm yet frightening. They had signed the contract, they had sat down and discussed the limits. They wanted to be puppets. They wanted to be dolls. They wanted to be played with. But now, here, holding hands in the spotlight, the anticipation was overwhelming. They were scared. They were aroused.

Next to them stood a table, different toys and tools, all neatly arranged for easy access. But they didn’t dare to look, they were staring into the darkness, waiting for the voice to tell them what to do. Still holding hands, they were both trembling. Of excitement, of fear. Standing in high heels, not allowed to move, almost naked in a cold room. But their feelings didn’t matter. All that mattered was the voice.

“Get the nipple clamps and put them on yourselves, dolls. I know you like pain. I want to see you in pain.” They walked over to the table, grabbed the silver cold metal clamps, chains attached. They both held their breath, pressed the clamps open and allowed the cold metal to embrace their erect nipples. One of them moaned, the other whimpered. A loud laugh in the shadows.

“Do you see the rings in the middle of the chain. You can press one of them open and go around the ring on the other chain. Yes, dolls, I want your chains to be intertwined, like your fingers were just minutes ago. Do it!” They were looking at each other. The first moment of pain had passed and they were enjoying the pressure on their nipples. After some twiddling, the rings and chains were attached to each other. They looked at each other. Anticipating. Waiting for the next command.

“Do not take your eyes off each other. I want you to see the pain, I want you to see the discomfort. Now, blonde doll, take a small step back. Yeah, like that, a small step. Feel the strain. Feel the pain?” The voice was laughing again. They were looking at each other. They were trying to stay composed. The pain was stronger, but not unbearable. Yet. They smiled at each other. “Now, other doll, you take a step back. We are going to play this game until one of you loses the clamps. Sweet delicious pain, that is what you asked for, wasn’t it?”

Another small step back. Another one. Tears were running down faces now. But silence. Trying to stay composed. They were both unstable on their high heels now. Floating in pain, trying to fight the urge to just pull the clamps of their nipples. Another small step. Clamps slipping off nipples. A loud scream and a whimper. A laugh.

“Well done, dolls. Good good! That wasn’t too bad, was it? I am not done with you yet. I can see in your beautiful faces that you are horny dolls now. But remember, dolls don’t have genitals. So no touching, no coming. You are plastic, you are what I tell you to be. Is that clear?” The dolls nodded. They had agreed to this. Mind over matter. They wanted to be play with. They wanted to please.

“I hope you remembered to drink all that water I told you to drink. I want you to get the bowls, and the candles and lighters. Don’t look at me like that. Do as you are told!” They looked at each other and walked over to the table, got the things they needed and walked back to the middle of the stage. “Good dolls! Now spread your legs as wide as you can while still standing steadily. Yes yes, like that. Now light the candles, no worries, they are soywax candles, they are safe. Throw the lighters on the floor. Good. Now hold hands, and use the other hand to pour the hot wax over your chest. And you are not allowed to stop until you piss into that bowl. You heard me right. Go on, do it!”

Fingers intertwined with each other, they did as they were told. The first drops of the hot wax landed on their bare chests. They both twitched a little. More wax was pouring down on the naked skin now, creating beautiful patters of small droplets turning into stale wax again. Their facial expressions became focused and pained. Trying to relax enough to let go and empty their bladders, they had a hard time standing steadily while keeping their legs spread.

“Oh, it hurts, doesn’t it?” The voice sounded huskier now, out of breath. “Where is the piss, dolls. Too much pressure? Not enough pressure? Enjoying the pain too much?” The looks on the dolls’ faces changed. Tears were running down faces again, trembling legs, fingers holding on to each other. And then the sound of pee dripping into a metal bowl could be heard. The drops turned into waterfalls, both dolls now relieving themselves while blowing out the candles.

A long moan came from the shadows. Smiles on faces. “Mmm, good dolls. You both have pleased me today. Let’s hope next time will be just as much fun! Now go and wash your dirty bodies!” . Words of gratitude were whispered and they walked off the stage, pleased by the fact that they had been perfect dolls.

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13 Responses

  1. I love the quick snappiness of the opening paragraph. Fits the nerves I imagine one would have. I enjoyed the emphasis on the dolls and what it means, and of course, the fun things they have to do šŸ˜‡

  2. missy says:

    I really liked this. The idea of being a doll is pretty hot and so is the humiliation in this piece. You ticked my boxes šŸ˜Š

  3. Kristan X says:

    I liked the complexity of this – the slow, calculated set-up. It feels like something carefully-planned, long fantasised-about.

  4. There’s just something about humiliation stories that pulls me in every time. Great writing.

    Rebel xox

  5. Kayla Lords says:

    I love how you can write something that isn’t my thing and it STILL turns me on.

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    […] They were holding hands. Fingers intertwined to secure a feeling of togetherness and safety. They had done well, listened to the instructions. High heels, short skirts, chests undressed. No underwear, no jewelry. Just shoes and skirts. Hair pulled back into ponytails. They were waiting. A bright lamp was lighting up the stage. Around them: darkness. Keep reading. […]

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