Page 34 of Seth’s Doll

I stand abruptly, the movement making the leather chair skid back a few inches, eliciting a godawful sound that makes her jolt even more than suddenly having my cock looming over her from above.

I reach down and stroke my fingers through her hair, petting her a moment, and her head tilts into the tender touch. “Your jumpiness has always been so delightful to the part of me that feeds on fear.” I take hold of her chin and lift her face to look at me, which has to be an incredibly imposing view from her position. “While you’ve been so worried your undying innocence and easy embarrassment is annoying and undesirable, little did you know it’s what’s kept the kenneled sadist inside me alive all this time. Like a continuous supply of the finest filets thrown into its cage, keeping it strong but tethered, not shitty scraps here and there that barely keep it conscious.”

She trembles, her eyes shuttering, and I sense relief mixed with her anxiety over what I might do to her. Still holding her chin, I stroke her cheek with my thumb where her lipstick is smeared even more since being in her mouth, and I glance at my cock, smirking when I see it’s stained as well. I like her marks on me.

My grip on her chin tightens, and with my thumb near the side of her mouth, when I squeeze, her plump lips purse. Her brow furrows at the unfamiliar hold, and when I squeeze even tighter, her eyes pop open in confusion. The feel of this grip on anyone’s face is at the very least slightly humiliating, knowing how silly the person clutching your cheeks is making you look, on top of the inability to move away.

I squeeze harder, and where my fingers press, she has no choice but to open her mouth, and she lets out a delicious whimper.

“Three taps on my leg, little doll,” I remind her, and her eyes flare.

“Yesh, Mashtah,” her response comes out garbled, and the flush that covers her face when she hears herself is like gasoline on the flame that’s been lit inside me.

My big hand on her petite features looks almost cruel, but I’m careful that the only thing she feels is uncomfortable as I open her mouth wider, pulling her forward by her jaw until the tip of my cock is right at her skewed lips. Wrapping my other hand around my manscaped base, I tap her face with the underside of my dick, right across her mouth, but I’m long and girthy, so it covers a lot more area. She blinks rapidly, unfamiliar with this flavor of degradation, but she makes no attempt to pull away. I’d feel even the tiniest jerk if she tried to move back, but instead, she sinks into my hold. Either she’s liking it or she’s just giving in to her sex-doll role, but either way, there have been no taps on my leg.

I slap my cock on the cushion of her smooshed lips again, smirking when precum blesses her face. She gasps when she feels it, and I let go of my shaft to swipe it up with my finger, then press it into her mouth and smear it on her tongue.

“Did you know, little doll, that the tool a priest uses to sprinkle and sling holy water is called an aspergillum?” I grip my cock tightly and point it straight out from my body, sliding my knuckles up to force more precum out the tip.

“No, Mashtah,” she replies, her voice trembling slightly as she watches the clear bead emerge. I lift my rod just in time so that it doesn’t drip off quite yet.

“There are a couple of different kinds, but the most common nowadays is a handle attached to a hollow metal ball with small holes at the tip. The priest dips it into the bucket of holy water, known as the aspersorium, and after the ball fills up, he lifts it into the air—” I take hold of the base of my shaft again. “—then whips it over the congregation.” I slap her pillowy lips once more, and just like before, the sticky proof of how fucking hot I am for this woman kneeling at my feet splats, this time across her forehead.

Her face is the reddest I’ve ever seen it, and not letting go of her face, I squat and reach between her spread thighs without warning.

Just as I suspected, I find my sub completely drenched.

So much for humiliation being a punishment. I’ll have to think of something later.

She’s so wet I don’t even have to dip my finger inside her slit to feel it. Her pussy lips are coated so thoroughly it makes me salivate, and I have to fight the urge to force her onto her back, cover her entire cunt with my mouth, and suck her clean. Instead, I pacify myself by swirling my middle three fingertips together from her clit, through her folds, and back again, then lifting them to suck off her cream.

She whines and wiggles in my clutch, and I stand back up to my full height.

“Looks like I blessed you and made you all wet, my little worshipper.” I smear my precum that’s on her forehead horizontally with my thumb, smirking once again when I then drag it vertically through the middle. “The power of your user compels you, doll.” And then, dick in hand, I press my crown to the cunt I’ve made of her lips, finally releasing them as I start to press inside.

I continue to grip her jaw but move my other hand to hold the back of her head. “Mmm… tight little cock sleeve. Hope it’s ready to be broken in.”

She moans around my girth, her eyes fluttering closed as I feed her just the usual amount. She relaxes more and more as I pull her head backward, then tug her forward over and over, making her take nothing extra than I always have. There’s no resistance in her muscles as I move her back and forth instead of holding her still and thrusting my hips forward and back, using her mouth just like I would a stroker.

“That’s right. You’re my mindless little fuck toy. I’m just using a storebought hole to bounce on my cock for my own solo pleasure,” I say for her benefit, letting her know she’s doing exactly what she’s supposed to—absolutely nothing.

And she’s fucking loving it. When I take in her beautiful face, every feature is completely at ease. There’s no furrowing of her brow in concentration to try to blow me just right. There’s no shifting of her eyes behind her closed lids while searching her mind for tips and tricks. Even her lips have gone slack around my cock, her jaw malleable instead of stiff in my grip to create suction or guard her teeth. Her breaths went from anxious shallow panting to now steady and deep, and somehow my dick hardens even further.

It occurs to me I left my phone on the playtable, and I instantly regret that I can’t snap a photo or record a few seconds of this moment.

It almost makes me feel guilty to bring her out of this peace she’s found, this newly discovered way to shut down her mind and float along a level of consciousness that’s nearly impossible for people like her to reach. People with brains that constantly run at full-power and don’t understand the meaning of “relax.” I know because I was just like her—and still am, outside the playroom—until I discovered Domination, using it to control not only other people but my own mind as well. Hyperfocusing on a submissive and clearing out all the chatter. Domspace, which feels similar to the way subspace has been described to me by so many in the community.

It's blissful.

And like I said, it almost makes me feel guilty to not allow her to stay in this peaceful state. Almost being the keyword. But not quite, since I now know how to get her here with ease, and right this minute, my doll is in the middle of an important lesson.

Pushing her away until only the very tip of my cock is still between her lax lips, I focus completely on her entire being and not the sensations along my dick as I then pull her mouth back onto me, this time an inch deeper than before.

No reaction.

There’s not one reaction on her part, which is a better outcome for what she’s asked me to teach her, even though my sadistic side is slightly disappointed she didn’t at least show a sign of acknowledgement that she noticed. Nevertheless, she earns some quiet praise as I continue to use her mouth at this new depth.

“That’s a good little toy,” I murmur down at her, a soothing tone to keep her in this glorious state. “Look how pretty you are with your user’s fat cock in your mouth.”

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