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Whether or not she had plans to take off my shirt, I’m too hot to wait any longer, and I strip my Henley over my head, tossing it on top of the perfectly folded bundle she created with my other clothes. Even playing this new character role, she’s still following the rules as my submissive. Well… all except the very easy one she forgot before this party got started, when she left all her stuff strewn about instead of placing them in the trunk. But there’s nothing that could make me punish her for that little slip, now knowing what was on her mind and the anxiety she must’ve been feeling when she was getting ready to give me this unimaginable gift. A minor detail like storing her items would’ve been the very last thing on her mind.
Now, though, recognizing she’s relaxed enough to remember her rituals, I reach out to stroke her soft cheek. “That’s my good little doll. Thank you for taking care of my things like you’ve been trained.”
Normally, she’d reply with “you’re welcome, Master,” but since it’s not part of her few “programmed vocal responses,” I allow it when she tells me, “Yes, Master,” instead.
Additionally, she’s not to come out of Nadu—the position she’s to start every scene in—until she’s given a very specific command, which I give her this time while still stroking the smooth skin of her beautiful face.
“And we begin.”
She launches forward, as if she’s been anticipating those three words for weeks. And maybe she has. Weeks of planning, training, practicing, and anxiously preparing to give me a birthday I’d never forget. The force of her impact, her palms flat against my overheated skin, one in the middle of my chest, the other centered on my abs, shoves my back against the seat, the air leaving my lungs. Not from the having the wind knocked out of me, but because as I was moving backward, she kept moving toward me, her mouth aligned with my cock.
That first moment, the sensation of my sensitive tip slipping right past those plump, smeared red lips and into her hot, wet mouth, was so exquisite it took my breath away.
I groan, watching her perform for me once again. Eyes now closed, she uses the techniques I taught her, the tender ones I love because she’s the one using them. Swirls of her tongue around the fat head. Running her closed wet lips or her tongue up and down my shaft like a popsicle.
Her blowjobs are teasing and sensual, slow and erotic. Always used as a form of foreplay and never the main event, because I’d need a lot more stimulation to actually reach orgasm than what I’ve ever been willing to take from her sweet mouth.
As she brings one hand down from where her palms always seemingly unconsciously stroke my hairy chest and stomach while she pleasures me with her mouth, she then grips the bottom of my rod before taking my tip back inside to suck me. Her second hand joins the first, and with her fists around my erection stacked on top of each other, my mushroom head and the few inches below it are all she needs to focus on with her mouth. Just enough to feel really fucking arousing for me without worrying I’ll go too deep and hurt her.
I taught her the stacked hands trick more as a way to block too much of my cock from slipping through her lips, for my peace of mind, than as a way to have the rest of my shaft included in the blowjob.
But now, after everything she said in the card, and after reading her instructions specifically pertaining to blowjobs, I know I’ve gone too easy on her and for too long. So long that my doll feels the need to spice things up in our sex life—which I cannot believe is something anyone would ever have to do when it comes to me.
My, how the mighty have fallen.
But not for long.
Sliding my fingers through her hair behind her ear, then around to the back of her head, I see her eyes open in surprise before they close again, feeling her movements falter for a moment before she continues her sweet teasing. But now that my hand is right where I want it, a place of power and control, I want more from my little sub. Knowing she wants to learn to give me more, I feel a carnal desire to teach her, then take it all.
“Let’s see how well this AI system works,” I tell her, and her nostrils flare as she steals a breath while she continues to suck on those top few inches. “Remove your right hand.”
As soon as the order leaves my lips, her top fist falls to the top of my thigh, but she keeps working that hot mouth of hers on the tip of my dick.
“Mmm, very good. Now that freed up several more inches of cock for my new doll to break in her pleasure sleeve with.” When she doesn’t attempt to put more of my shaft in her mouth, I tighten my grip at the back of her head, and she gasps. Just as her mouth opens around my girth, I pull her toward me, sliding deeper along her hot tongue. When her lips close again, she moans, and the pleasured sound is music to my soul as it vibrates down my dick and into my balls, making me match her with a groan of my own.
“There you go, little toy. Save that vocabulary for later. But I guess I need to be more specific in my commands than just mere suggestions. So now, I want you to drool. Release more with that lubrication system of yours, because I want to see you spit on my cock. And after you do that, I want you to jack me with that tight little fist,” I tell her.
But she doesn’t stop what she’s doing, continuing to just hold my erection steady while she sucks on the extra couple of inches I forced into her mouth.
I can tell—not only by her not following the command as quickly as she had when I told her to drop one hand, but because of the way her breaths through her nose are coming faster and faster—that she’s reaching one of her limits I now know she wants me to help her break. Even though she’s not frozen in fear, she’s stuck in a loop she’s unable to come out of, and it’s my job to save her. Only this time, I won’t be stopping the scene to pull her into my arms and tell her everything is okay.
My hand in her hair, I gently but forcefully tug her off my cock, and demand an answer, “Color?”
“Green, Master,” she pants out, surprising me, and I feel a surge of precum rise to my tip.
I had expected either “yellow” or, most likely, silence—her usual response when she’s under the spell of her fear instincts—so hearing her all-clear response after absolutely no hesitation is a fucking delightful shock to my system, feeding even more life back into my domination.
Plus, the life in her face instead of the blank look she’s held all night, even with her eyes still closed, brings me comfort I didn’t realize I was missing. Now recognizing I need the animation in her expression to safely continue tonight’s scene, I pull her close and lean down to whisper in her ear.
“I’m so damn proud of how well you’ve played your role tonight, little doll. And I don’t want you to stop. Everything you’ve prepared for tonight has been perfect beyond my imagination, and I love you so goddamn much for these gifts you’re giving me.” I feel her shudder, knowing she always loves the feel of my breath as I speak softly, just for her to hear, right next to her skin. Especially when it’s words of praise I’m feeding directly into her brilliant mind. “But in order for me to give you what we both want, I need my new toy to update her system to include lifelike facial expressions so incredible I won’t be able to tell you’re not real. Otherwise, it won’t be safe to continue, because I won’t be able to ‘read your mind,’ as you believe I do. Understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she replies breathily, and I pull her back enough I can see them when she blinks her eyes open. Not in the slow, eerie way she’s been doing ever since we started playing, but in a very human way that clears her vision and meets my loving gaze.
“There you are.” I smile down at her, her hair still gripped in my fist, not in a painful hold but one of stability and control. Her lips tilt up in the corners to give me a hint of a smile of her own. But I can see she’s still fearful of the order I gave her that she hasn’t followed yet, because she knows now I won’t be letting her off the hook like I always have before. “Now. Be my good little fuck doll, and spit on my cock.”
The red flush that steals up from her naked tits all the way to her pigtails sets off every sadistic pleasure receptor that has laid dormant within me since the day I met this woman.
When she doesn’t make a move yet again, I raise an eyebrow, using a tone with her she’s never heard before.
