Journal entry 2

Journal Entry 2

"I knew what you were doing, that you were putting your mind in there," Tom explained as he motioned at me.

"Help me go back. Please," I pleaded. His hand reached down and fondled my breasts and I shivered as I found myself leaning into his hands, my bare breasts tingling pleasantly. This was what I'd wanted. No. It was what Kat wanted. I wasn't a little slut. Yet. But ... My mind raced. I was reacting like Kat. Not acting. I licked my lips. "You knew? Will you help me go back?"

His amused laugh answered my question. "You're company property girl. That's right, isn't it?"

I nodded. I was. Property. It sounded so good. That was the doll conditioning. Kat. But it overrode anything I could throw against it. My pitiful resistance crumbled and I felt a twinge of fear. "Yes sir. I'm ... I'm all yours now." I confirmed as I looked up at him. Anyone at my former company could command me.

In Kat’s tiny body hexlooked so much bigger and so handsome. So commanding and authoritative. The enormity of that hit me. I was his doll too now. I felt elation and that twinge of fear. Then he grabbed my nipple and my thoughts melted into desire. I closed my eyes and moaned, a low lustful sound full of need. Need that had until now simmered and was now able to erupt.

"I've been curious about your little project. Your mental encoding work is top notch... But to try it on yourself? I'd say you had balls as big as softballs. But it's pretty obvious you don't." I nodded as felt his hand slip down between my thighs and brush my sex. I felt myself widening my knees as I breathed heavier. I could feel the moistness between my legs. "How about I help you with your spying?"

"You want to swap into this body?" I asked, trying to joke. I wanted him inside me, but a small part would have preferred it if our roles were reversed. I'd always been dominant before but not now. I wanted to be taken, led ... No. I didn't. I wasn't Kat. It just seemed like it. Well I wore her body and was constrained by her submissive need and rampant libido. But apart from that I was me. Yeah I was totally fucked if he wanted to keep me like this. I liked that thought dammit.

His fingers caressing my ever so sensitive lips told me what he meant better than words ever could. He was going to help me explore Kat’s conditioning. Make sure I was the sex **** I'd designed. The smugly arrogant bastard. I spread my legs, open to his touch, my sex swollen and warm and moist. I had **** but to want this.

He withdrew his fingers and licked them. "A not so virgin pussy," he said as he started to unbuckle his pants. "You know, I bet you give head like a pro," I watched enthralled. He was really going to do this. He was going to take complete advantage of me. Slowly, as though torturing me, he pulled it out. I smiled as I watched and felt like licking my lips. His cock was superb. That was Kat thinking but it was true. Dammit I should be protesting. Should be demanding that he help put me back in my body. Instead I wanted to put that in my body. Dammit!

And if I escaped I'd miss out on his cock. I felt like I should roll my eyes at such an utterly cliched Doll thought. Instead I found myself dropping to my bare knees. This was utterly humiliating. I loved it. It was what I was made to do.

He was half erect, I leaned forward and kissed his head, licking and eagerly rubbing my face against him. I felt him swell and stiffen as still on my knees I put my lips about his head and engulfed it. I sucked his cock, Kats programming making me a natural. His hands played with my breasts and tweaked my fat erect nipples. "Very. Good," Tom groaned. I fully took him into my mouth, his hands in my hair as he guided me further onto him. My face pressed into his navel. "No gag reflex. Excellent. Good work," he said and I felt a thrill of pride. Tom was either pleased with my giving head or my Doll design. Either way I felt like I had earned his praise. I increased my efforts, upping my pace. I could sense my warm tight mouth was having the desired effect. His cock was wonderful. But I would much rather have it pumping between my legs. Later. Slow and steady wins the race. And my needs were secondary to his. This was new... Always sex had been about me.

As though reading my mind he guided me off his cock and turned me around. Still on my knees he pushed my ass high and my face into the floor. My breasts slide along the floor boards. I could feel my juices coating my inner thighs as the cock I'd just been sucking nestled at the entrance to my womb, my lips tingling with pleasure.

"Did you want me to fuck you girl?" He asked.

I looked back and up past my offered ass at him. "Yes. Please."

"Beg me my pet. I want you to want it..."

I really did want it. "Please. Fuck me hard. Fuck my pussy sir. I want you inside me. Take me. Make me yours." I could hardly believe the words coming from my mouth or the sincerity that I was saying them with. "Please," I wheedled without a shred of dignity. "I'm your fuckpet."

"Good enough," I barely registered the words as he thrust deep into me.