Fuck yeah!

The feel of your hair, tightly clenched between her latex fingers draws a wide, toothy grin out of you. You feel yourself take a deep breath as she tightens her grip. A long, thin line of precum oozes from the tip of your quivering cock.

"White-," you groan.

"Miss White," she corrects.

"Yes, Miss White," you say.

She releases you and you stumble backwards. No woman's ever treated you like that before. You almost wish she hadn't let go, just so you could experience it a few moments longer. Reluctantly, you sit back down and cross your arms behind your back.

"Good boy," she says in a tone that you could only describe as deeply satisfied.

She then turns back to the bed and ritualisticly lifts the gleaming latex mask up over her head. Just looking at it seems to invoke a far deeper feeling of submission in you than you'd ever experienced before. She gradually lowers it and begins threading her long black pony tail through a hole at the top of the mask. Soon it encompasses her whole head, save for eyes, nose, and a mouth hole. Just like that, her distinctive appearance is gone. All that remains now is the latex doll, Miss White.

All that remains is the collar. At this point, you're honestly not sure which of you she's going to put it on. However, when she lifts it up she immediately wraps it around her own neck and buckles it. Then she just stands there, eyes closed as if savoring a particularly pleasurable experience.

She opens her eyes and looks at you. "Come here, pet."

Arms still crossed behind your back, you stand up and go to her. There, in the presence of your fully transformed girlfriend, you can't help feeling a little weak in the knees. She runs the tips of her smooth fingers down your cheek, sending an electric shiver down your spine.

"...So ****. Yet, so **** for the desperation," she says.

She leans in closer and you can feel her warm breath on your skin. Her lips ever so lightly graze your own. Her eyes- they are somehow lighter, you're sure of it now!- stare intently into your own.

When she speaks it's a bare whisper yet the words are unmistakable. "You'll beg, pet. You'll offer to do anything. But it is not words that command this doll... it is desire."

"Y- yes ma'am," you stutter, completely lost in the stair of those intense grey eyes.

"Clothes off," she orders and you are unable to think about or do anything else.

You peel your remaining clothes off and stand naked before her. Another shiver runs up and down your spine as she steps around you, looking you up and down. It's almost as if she's appraising you.

You feel her breath on your ear and involuntarily suck in a deep breath of air. "There are so many things that this doll could do to you. And sooner or later you'll agree to all of them, won't you pet?"

She wraps an arm tightly around you, just below your chest, pinning your arms behind your back. The other she uses to wrap around your cock. She one agonizingly slow stroke. A long, drawn out moan creaps up out of your throat and past your lips.

"Won't you?" she demands.

"Yesssss," you moan.

She takes another, even slower stroke. You're so close! As her hand slips over the head of your cock and off the end you gasp.

"I- I'm gonna g-gonna- c- c-," you sputter.

"No pet. Hold it all in," she whispers into your ear.

You strain keep from cumming so hard that your abbs hurt. Below, you can see your cock dancing up and down, on the very edge of ejaculatory bliss.

"I- can't-!" you begin to yell.

She clamps her free hand, still moist with your own pre-cum over your mouth. A beed of it slowly rolls down your chin. You struggle to free yourself so you can frantically jerk yourself to the best orgasm ever but her hold on you is ironclad. Gradually you feel the waves of near orgasm begin to subside and you drop heavily into her arms.

"Good boy. You're going to learn to hold it in like that again and again," she says, lowering you down onto the bed.

Among the population of stuffed animals she next reveals four leather shackles, one by one, located at each corner of the bed. She takes your left wrist and pulls it toward the corresponding restraint. At first you resist, either out of instinct or reflex. She looks down at you, almost confused and then laughs and jerks your hand.

"Resistance is not recommended, pet. It may result in additional months in chastity," she says, locking the shackle.

The thought both terrifies and excites you.

In short order the rest are locked, too. You tentatively test them, but it's clear that there's no use trying to escape.

"Now... what to do with you next?" she says, trailing a finger down your naked chest.