Willingly

You think for a moment.

"I want my dolls to be my WILLING playthings." You stressed the word willing. "It might be fun to role-play a **** or **** scenario, but I can't bring myself to take a woman against her will. Besides, rebellion and escape attempts would be a real headache."

Carrie wiggled in your arms and booped your nose. "We should talk about doing a **** role-play later, but for now put me down. I want to show you something."

You give her a scolding look. "I'm sorry, did MY doll just give me instructions?" You smiled mischievously.

She giggled and kicked her legs. "I am sorry Master! Your doll didn't mean to misbehave. I just have something that I want to show you, and it is difficult to do that being held in your arms. . . As comfortable as it is here."

You eyed her, feigning disapproval as you set her down. "Alright, I will set you down. But you should speak like you know your place."

Continuing to giggle girlishly, she picked up her laptop, stopping briefly to marvel at how big it was compared to her now. She typed and clicked for a bit before turning to you, "Master, I know where you can get more dolls." She turns her laptop towards you. . .