Her Doll

"I wish you were my doll, you will only move when I move you or I tell you to do something, only speak when I ask you to, will get hard when I tell you to, and cum when I tell you to~" She purrs and you feel your body stiffen. She smiles and begins to unbuckle you from your seat, she leaves you there and walks around the car, opening your door, she fixes your head forward, eliciting a giggle from her. She picks you up, holding you like a princess and begins to take you inside of her house, you finally notice the subtle yet strong build underneath her clothes that carry you easily. Once you're inside she set you on the floor and stands you up, she smiles as you stand statue stiff. She begins to undress you, moving your arms without a single complaint from you, despite the mental commands to tell her to stop.

"Such a cute little doll~" She remarks as she runs her finger over your barely furred chest, the few wispy tufts a mark of embarrassing pride in your youth. She continues to undress you. You're surprised by both her swiftness of undressing you, and that the entire time you never lose your balance. One your bare skin is open to her she smiled and runs her hand over it, she smacks your ass causing it to jiggle, but gaining no external reaction from you. You feel the pain sting but you don't move to relieve it, and now your owner once more picks you up and takes you to her bathroom where she lays you in a tub. You are confused for a second ans she starts the warm water and gets something from the cupboard. When you see the various feminine soaps and a razor you realize what she's doing. She begins with a lather, soaping every in of your body, then uses the razor to shave off your body hair. You blush as you feel your skin soften from the soaps, your legs now silky smooth without the rough hair. She takes delight in shampooing your hair, running her fingers through your locks and messaging your scalp, letting the moisturizer sink in, your hair absorbing the shampoo and expanding, gaining a soft luster in the light. After what felt like an hour of being cleaned and smoothed by the woman, she drains the tub and stands you up, allowing her easy access to dry, once she's finished drying you she runs her hands over your smoothed skin, smiling at her work.

"Perfect, now lets get you dressed up shall we~?" She takes you once more into her arms and carries you to her room, despite her Gothic appearance, its surprisingly pink and girly, you see lots of porcelain dolls on glass encased shelves, and some even life sized dolls, all dressed in colorful arrays and styles of dresses. You could only squirm in your mind at them, she smiles and places you in the middle of the room, opening a drawer behind you, you care barely hear her feet on the soft carpeted floor, you can feel her breathing when she near your ear to ask: "What should I dress you up as~?"