A Doll Display

Doll—

I was a doll.

A good doll. A sexy and obedient and pretty little doll made to be played with. Enjoyed and admired by all my Owner allowed to see and touch me.

Who I was before, the woman I had been, she floated on a sea of bliss, locked away in a deep corner of my mind. I couldn't touch her even if I wanted to. It wasn't what my owner wished, so I could barely even think about the impossibility.

I was a doll.

I couldn't be happier.

My eyes stared blankly at the smiling and gasping woman whose lap I laid on as she toyed with her own breast, pinching and rolling a fat nipple between her fingers. My head lolled to the side from the frantic motions of her other hand. I could hear the wet sounds of her playing with her pussy.

Between my legs, Master grunted and thrust forward roughly, shooting his hot cum into me, using me for his own pleasure.

I stayed as still as possible, even as my core muscles shuddered and trembled in bliss. A doll only moves when she is made to. Still, the burning of my cramping muscles was beginning to wear on me.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Fiona gasped as Ed collapsed forward, panting from the exertion. Her fingers dove deeper and flicked faster into her pussy, until an orgasm washed through her as well.

I blinked several times, the breath out my nose coming more rapidly and a light sheen of sweat coated me, but I gave no other reaction. I was a doll.

Fiona and my owner both went nearly as still as me while they caught their breath and calmed down. Ed chuckled and pulled out of me with a groan, patting my tummy and stroking my thighs.

"Good doll..."

Warmth filled me at the compliment and I floated even further away. I was a good doll! Master said so!

"A good doll indeed!" Fiona laughed as she sat up straight, pulling me along to cuddle me closer. Her hands played with my hair and face, the sticky fingers on one hand brushing over my parted lips to leave a hint of tangy salt behind. "Although, as fun as she is to play with like this, it may be a little bit boring." She searched the couch cushions and held up a marker triumphantly. "What do you say, Ed? Wanna see what else she can do?"

"Hmm..." He sipped some water as he thought. "That depends on what you have in mind. I quite like the doll look, but I can see it being too much of a good thing."

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll like this as well~" The marker was uncapped once again. "But first, let's cross out the doll command..."

I felt it as a line was drawn on my tummy, striking through the order that kept me perfectly still. The marker lifted, its job done, and I went completely limp except for a few muscles in my thighs that spasmed uncontrollably. Warm, soft hands lifted me, cradling me against a pair of pillowy breasts. Fiona.

"Hahhnnn~?" I was back. I wasn't a doll anymore, I almost cried at the feeling of loss, of lost purpose, but I was still a toy. All was still as it should be. I coughed and cleared my throat, drinking the water Ed offered me. "...was I a good doll?" I asked, I needed to hear it again.

Master nodded, smiling fondly as Fiona brushed the sweaty hair from my face. "You were a very good doll." He said, one hand still caressing my shaky thigh.

I sighed, floating away on another cloud of happiness for a minute while Fiona and Master cuddled me. Until Fiona hummed and I felt her shift me to lay on the couch beside her.

Then, Fiona stood, uncaring of her rumpled clothes and exposed breasts.

"On your hands and knees, girl!" She ordered. "Quickly!" A sharp swat to my ass got me moving despite my shaky muscles.

"Ah! Yes, Ma'am!" I assumed the position. Fiona poked and prodded at me playfully to guide me into the perfect pose, suddenly a sensual drill sergeant. Ed watched from the side, smiling as she directed me into the perfect pose.

Once I was on my elbows and knees, face tilted down submissively and my ass in the air, Fiona was satisfied, smacking and squeezing, kneading my ass as if it was dough.

After a final sharp *smack* that drew a yelp from my lips, she chortled. "Oh, you're a lucky man to have such a good toy, Ed. I'd love to have my own... Dear Ron tries, but he can't hold the right pose for long with his knee the way it is..." She sighed again, fingers tracing the curve of my hip and following the line of my spine to my ribs and back down. I held in a shiver of anticipation as the marker descended on my lower back.

Once again, I couldn't see, but I could feel it as Fiona wrote.

When the last line was done, my eyes shot open and my heart raced as I knew what I was now.

An Eager and Excitable ****~

Edward—

"Yes! I am your eager and excited ****, my Mas---"

"Hang on, I can make it even better." I snatched the marker from Fiona's hand and bent down real fast to add to Monica's lower back writing. The moment the ink touched her skin, her mouth froze and her eyes glazed over as her mind awaited a new command to follow. I decided to add "[...] that can only walk on all fours." to the newest command Fiona had just written.

"---aster!" Monica unfroze and looked up at me with pure devotion and obedience. Her widely spread knees allowed us to see her dripping pussy, the curve of her bubbly ass resting on her heels scarcely visible from the front. A bit of a tricky pose, but our enjoyment of the delicious display was all that mattered in Monica's mind. Her hands were on her knees, but once she saw where my attention was at, one of them came up to cup her breast as she showed me her pink tongue and winked mischievously.

"Bark for me." I said before I could even realize what I was doing. The order just spilled forth unbidden. Honest.

"Bark! Bark! Bark!" she did it with zero hesitation and a lot of excitement. Then she rested her hands on the floor in front of her, framing her tits and pumping up her ass. She arfed, adding to the illusion of a dog, of a pet.

"You have such a perfect pet, Ed. I am so jealous right now. My Ron would give up a kidney to do such a great dog performance." Fiona remarked, so impressed she clapped several times.

"Well, as much as I liked our time together so far, I can say the couch isn't the best place for multiple people to... let's say do these extenuating activities together. Let's go to my room, shall we?" I asked. Once Fiona gave me a tired but excited nod, I turned to guide them and snapped my fingers, directing my pet on where to go.

Monica wasted no time in following the path I directed her into, like a good dog. Making sure to shake her ass for our viewing pleasure every step of the way. Fiona was enraptured by her sway, biting her lip and running a finger over it. I couldn't help but feel proud my newest acquisition was having such an arousing impact on other people.

Once we got to my bedroom, I tapped my bed a couple times and called Monica: "up here, girl!"

It was amusing seeing her try to get upright and failing multiple times, she looked like she was trying to imitate a rearing horse. And her frustrated face was cute as hell. After a fail or two, she just came up to my bed on all fours and jumped on it like a dog would. (She required a bit of my assistance, but hey, she got there.)

"Alright, now that my pet is in position," I said to the two women as I ran my fingers over Monica's hair. She seemed to like that, practically purring as her eyelids fluttered. "I think it's a good time to reward Fiona, don't you think?"

"Yes, master! I will make her feel so good she will melt down into a puddle! Do you want me to make her feel this good, master?"

I chuckled at her writing-induced excitement.

"Let's slow down a bit, Fiona just came on the couch. Let's give her a taste of you before she is ready to cum again, shall we?" I looked at Fiona to check for permission. She gave a firm nod and, without ever taking her eyes off Monica's exposed pussy, she answered:

"She looks absolutely delectable..."

"But owner," Monica turned to me, "I just came, too. Back when I was a good doll." She whined.

"Yes, but you are here for our pleasure, that's your focus. So why don't you make yourself look like an irresistible snack for our guest?"

"Yes, master!" She answered me, sticking her tongue out like a good dog.

Monica positioned herself on the edge of the bed, pointing her ass to Fiona and shaking it for all she was worth. As for Fiona herself, it looked like my pet's ass shaking was driving her absolutely wild, her face was blushing red as she knelt down on the floor, grabbed Monica's hips with **** authority and dove into her pussy.

"Awn~ owner, she is so good at this! I don't know if I..." the rest of her sentence got lost in a sea of moans and grunts.

Monica soon lost her balance as her arms buckled and she tumbled forward into the bed. Her eyes were shut tight as her moans got muffled by the mattress. She tried to regain her balance, but Fiona just grabbed her waist and pulled the pet's pussy into her face, dragging her on the bed.

I touched her chin and lifted her up. "Make sure you're shoving your pussy into her face, pet. We don't want our guest to think you can't even do that, right?"

"O-of course not, owner!" She made an effort to try and open her eyes to look at me, but they were too unfocused because of her pleasure. She also put her tongue out again, clocking that I was into it, her drool rolling down and dripping into the covers.

Monica couldn't even elaborate on her answer, as Fiona hit a particularly sensitive spot, making the younger woman buck her hips back and arch her chest forward. She now only had one hand on the bed, the other one fondling a tit as she looked up and moaned in pleasure.

"Become a doll." I said.

Monica's screams of ecstasy stopped immediately, she was now frozen into a moment of pure bliss. The only sound in the room now was Fiona's furious licking, as she didn't seem to mind the silence one bit as long as pussy juice flowed into her mouth and down her chin. Her grasp on my property remained firm as iron as she continued to eat her out.

I looked at Monica's face, eyes crossed, tongue out, and expression frozen in the most pure moment of ecstasy. I put my hand over one of her breasts and kneaded her for a few moments, knowing full well she was feeling all of this, but was powerless to do anything about it. I then kissed her nipple, kissed her shoulder, kissed my way up her neck until I reached her mouth, and then planted a kiss on her lower lip and another on her tongue.

"Are you having fun down there?" I asked Fiona.

"She is probably close, she's gushing like a fountain down here." She answered matter of factly, before slapping Monica's ass so loud it echoed in the silent room. Then she returned to her determination fueled licking session.

"Toy, are you close?" I asked Monica.

"Yes, owner." Her answer was monotone. Still in that face of pure bliss.

"Answer me in a tone that fits your face right now."

"YES, OWNER!" She screamed in fake excitement. That's cute, even when the doll couldn't express real emotions, she tried really hard anyway.

"Ok, I want you to count down to your orgasm and, once it hits, you will stop being a doll again and make sure to shove your whole pussy into Fiona's face. Only stop doing so when she backs away, even if your orgasm ends, understood?"

"Yes, owner." Aaaaand her monotone was back again.

I waited for a couple seconds, filled with anticipation in the silent room. The only sound being Fiona furiously licking my frozen doll with a blissed out face. Then, she started counting down in her monotone voice:

"3... 2... 1..." in a moment, she unfroze, a look of total confusion crossing her face, then being immediately surpassed by an O face as the orgasm hit her with full ****. She fell completely on the bed, her legs being propped up by Fiona's efforts alone, her mouth letting out an extended moan of wordless pleasure as she drooled over my bed.

With a loud noise, Fiona backed away from her pussy, placed a kiss on top of her ass, and was now resting on her knees on the foot of the bed. Her hair was totally frazzled and her face completely drenched in pussy juice.

"She was good, Ed. I'd give her a 7/10, she needs more self control if she wants to become a proper pet."

"You hear that, pet? She gave you feedback." I tapped Monica's shoulders, but the only response I got was a low moan, muffled into the covers.

Doll—

My heart was racing in my ears. My breaths were heavy, almost strained, whole body trembly and weak, but I had never felt more alive than right now. One wonderful thought bounced around in my head.

I had been a good doll for my owner~

I perked up when I heard voices, but I wasn't capable of understanding them. Fiona said something, one hand idly rubbing the back of my left thigh. My pussy twitched in memory at how fantastic she was at oral. Hopefully Master would ask her to teach me.

"...pet? She gave you feedback."

It felt like I was waking up more fully once I heard that. A haze in my thoughts faded, and the floaty tingles were joined by sore exhaustion from seemingly every muscle at once.

I tried to say, 'I'm sorry, say again?' But my tongue wouldn't obey. Shame filled me. I wasn't being a good doll right now!

I flopped onto my back with a groan of effort. I tried to convey my apologies to both Master and Fiona with my eyes, only for my suddenly heavy eyelids to betray me.

"...'m s'rry, Mashterrr..." My voice slurred and cracked. "Tired..." I sighed as my vision went dark.