Look at Cynthia

Trembling inside, you raise your eyes and secretly admire Cyntia. Her long blonde hair and bright red lipstick make her look like a retro movie star. Her blue eyes look daggers. And her…

SLAP!

She slapped your cheek with her own pantyhose!

That doesn’t really hurt, but the slap was unexpected. Your eyes involuntarily get wet, and you hide your head.

“I said, look at me, you stupid doll!”

You raise your eyes on Cynthia again. First tears in your eyes make your vision unclear, but you surely see her dazzling smile.

“Poor doll, are you crying already? But we just started!”

SLAP!

This time she hits you harder. And her slap switches something in your head.

You deserved it. You were a bad mannequin. You made a bad impression of the store. You let Linda down. You should be punished.

So when you look at Cynthia once more, there is no defiance in your eyes. Only acceptance of your punishment.

Cynthia sees that, and it surprises her.

“Look at that, Linda! Some of the girls I slap give me angry looks. But this one looks really submissive. Was she always that way or you have beaten the shit out of her?”

“Well, both” - Linda answers with a smile.

“If she misbehaves and you decide to send her to the scrapyard - just give me a call. Second-hand dolls aren’t my fetish, but I might make an exception for this slut”.

SLAP!

“What is it, doll? You like compliments?”

Yes, Cynthia’s strangely nice words made you blush a bit… and now your right cheek gets even more red.

“That’s not about you. That’s about my generosity to touch the garbage like you. Understood?”

You give a little nod, and she slaps you again.

“I don’t care about your opinion, bitch!”

Then she turns to Linda.

“Okay, this doll made me tired. Give me my reward, I’m leaving”.

“Of course, honey. But… the pantyhose” - Linda reminds.

“Oh crap, yeah”

Cynthia stretches her pantyhose and pulls in on your head, making sure that the cloth’s crotch gets on your face.