Living Sex Doll

"Madeline, cancel your audition. Tell them you aren't feeling well."

Madeline obeyed, making the call. When she was done, she hung up.

"Take me inside the house."

Madeline obliged.

"Okay Maddie. When I snap my fingers, you will become nothing more than a living sex doll for me to fuck any time or any way I want. You will go about your normal life outside, but once home, you are my living sex doll."

I debated giving her a trigger to go back into trance, but decided against it. A simple bit of programming would do the trick.

"Madeline, since you will be a living sex doll, anything I do in the house is fine. You don't care, you're just a doll. Additionally, you will keep paying all the bills here and not expect me to do anything."

Madeline nodded. I snapped my fingers, and she gave a blank stare.

"What are you?" I asked.

"Your living sex doll," she said blankly and quickly.

"Blowjob," I ordered.

Madeline sunk to her knees, undid my pants, and began to blow me. She was meticulous, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.