Love Doll · Part 1 (1/2)
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I walked up to the silvery metal framed contraption, not exactly knowing what it was. It's construction was of chromed tubes and bars that glistened in the soft lights. The frame approximated the figure of an adult, but there was much more to it. There were straps at ankle and waist level, along with various restraints for the thighs and shoulders. I felt very apprehensive about it's purpose, but reserved any mention about my hesitancy. She had me walk up to it frontwise and place my feet into some sort of holders, which simply consisted of the act of "stepping" into them, and therefore, into "it". The holders were actually spike heeled ankle boots permanently fastened to the device.
My stockinged foot slid easily in, and I became acutely aware that these holders would literally keep me on my toes, for they felt like ballet boots, stretching my toe joints to their maximum. I felt very little actual weight on my heel.
As I stepped up to the device, my neck fit up to a semicircular ring, or collar, that was also permanently fixed to the framework. I could have pulled my upper body back, to remove my neck from contact with the ring, but saw no immediate reason to do so. The core of the ring, while obviously metal, was covered with a plush padded wrap. A set of small diameter holes could be seen around the top of the ring. She wrapped a soft strap about each thigh and pulled them snug to the frame. The front on my legs were pulled into a set of pads that kept my legs straight, and slightly spread. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was obvious that I had lost control of my leg movement.
Another soft strap went about my lower torso, slightly above my hips, and another just below my armpits. As she tightened both of these, my body was likewise pulled tight to the frame. There were no pads or other obstructions in proximity of my breasts, but there was a curved plate, with two round cut-outs where a larger set of breasts could fit. My chest was forced tightly against this plate. I could feel pressure all about, but aside from my bra, there were no sensations from my breasts. She left my brassiere in place, my small mounds now protruding firmly out from my chest.
My right hand was raised straight out from my shoulder and pushed into an oddly shaped latex mitten that did not resemble any mitten at all. My right wrist was fastened by soft straps, of a material similar to that used about my thighs and torso, to an extension of the frame. The thumb was separated from the rest of the fingers, which were tightly pressed together and forced into a curve, a position you would use to pick up a round object – like a small cup, with my thumb around the other side – but there was no cup. As hard as I tried, I could barely manage to bring my finger tips together with my thumb tip to form a perfect circle. The mitt was rigid enough to prevent me from either closing them too hard or opening them too far. She raised my left hand and fastened it in a similar manner, into a similar latex mitten.
At this point, the only movement I could make of free will was to drop my head backwards, from the collar ring that circled around the front of my neck. As the thought of doing this came into my head, I heard a click on both sides of my head accompanied by a soft pressure on the backside of my neck. I realized that she had snapped on the back half of the ring collar. The ring was positioned at the base of my neck. Even if the rest of my body were free, the strength of the ring prevented my head from similar freedom. She cooed in my ear. I flexed my muscles, testing for free movement, but found none, except for my head, which was still free to swivel about. I was effectively attached to this metallic frame.
She walked from left to right in front of me, eyeing me up and down, with a half smile on her face. It wasn't a wicked smile or a pretty smile, perhaps more of a smirk. Her look made me appreciate how helpless I was at the moment. She left my field of view. My curiosity fully aroused, I felt it was time to ask what was next, for it seemed her restraining activities had ceased. I had no sooner opened my mouth when I felt her fingers slide something between my teeth, forcing them open perhaps an inch. I instinctively pushed my tongue forward to explore this invasion of my mouth only to find nothing there; my tongue went right past my teeth and out through my lips!
I felt around with my tongue to discover that an insert had been placed to prevent my teeth from coming together. The restraint had a large round opening directly in front, between my upper and lower teeth, and was obviously pliable at the inner circular edges with the force of my tongue. With it in place, anyone could force something past my lips and into my mouth, without my able to bite down on the foreign object or otherwise prevent them from doing so. I could open my jaw further, but not close my teeth closer than maybe an inch or inch and a half. This restraint did not prevent my lips from closing however, with effort I could bring them all the way together.
I could feel tiny rods extend from the sides of the insert outward past the corners of my mouth. My exploring done, I considered opening my mouth as wide as I could to force this thing from my mouth.
Before I could try this, I was distracted by something sliding down over my head. I could not readily tell what it was, but my eyes did catch a glimpse of a thin wire cage- like affair being lowered about my head. The look immediately reminded me of that which encloses a fan blade, a device constructed to prevent one from accidently touching the blade. She came around to my front, raised her hands to grab this thing on each side and adjust it into position. Her eyes met mine briefly and she smiled again, this time a knowing smile. She said simply that "this was for my protection". She fit the bottom spokes of the cage into the holes in the ring encircling my neck.
The wires of the cage must have been spaced closer together behind my head than in front, for I could barely feel but a few over my face. She adjusted here and there by some unseen mechanism, and I could feel the cage-like device come to assume the same shape as my head. The cage-like spoke wires essentially followed every curve and camber on my head. I found that I could no longer push the insert out of my mouth for it was held in place by the two small metal rods that ran out the corners of my mouth, presumably attached to the cage-like affair enshrouding my head.
I could bring my jaw closed just enough to swallow, thank goodness, for my mouth had started watering from the presence of the insert. I was appreciative that the material in contact with my teeth was soft and rubbery, causing me no discomfort beyond the fact of keeping my jaw apart.
With her done playing with the device on my head, I experimented moving my head about. Because of the cage and ring's unique construction, it was still possible to swivel my head, but the ring around my neck, obviously a mechanical affair, only allowed about 15 degrees movement in any direction. My head simply would not go beyond that imposed limit. This seemed odd to me, the whole experience seemed odd to me. I was rigidly strapped to a metallic tubular frame in a sort of spread eagle position, my arms outstretched, hands inserted into some sort of gloves and held in a peculiar position, my head encased in a wire cage, but allowed to move about.
I didn't feel like I was in any danger, at least not in the traditional sense. None of the bindings were particularly tight or uncomfortable. I was however, exposed to any and all, and unable to defend myself against any advance. She came back around to my front and spoke to me.
She informed me that I was to have a most unique experience, one that I would surely enjoy, or so she hoped. She told me that if I thought what has happened so far was bizzare, the best was yet to come. Instead of trying to describe it, she had to finish "setting me up". Once the preparations were complete, I would understand. She walked to my side. I could hear metal on metal, and all of a sudden, my body was allowed to pivot about my waist, to bend over forward. As I had come to be in a relaxed state, somewhat limp in the frame, I immediately started to fall forward. My legs were kept vertical by the frame, my feet unmoved in the ballet boots.
She caught me as I moved, and lowered me gently until my upper body had dropped about 45 or 50 degrees. A load CLICK was heard as the frame locked me into this angle. Thankfully, my body rested upon the frame, as I don't think I could have sustained that angle long unaided. My cock dangled in front of me, free to enlarge if it so desired.
I could raise my head slightly and see her go directly in front of me, sliding open a large door to an adjoining room. The floor level in the next room was significantly higher that the floor I was on, perhaps two feet higher. I could make out that the room was small, perhaps 6 by 8 feet, and decorated like a sitting room; nicely furnished with rich appointments. She went behind me and pushed. I looked down and realized there were two small tracks on the floor, and my frame was slowly riding on them. She pushed me until my head was in the next room, but not much more of me. With movement restricted as it was, I could no longer view what was behind me, or to my side behind my shoulders. I could feel slight air movement signifying she was moving around the room, doing something.
I became aware of a structure of some sort being assembled around the rest of my body. Her activities took several minutes. Something was placed tightly around my waist. I could feel it fastened, but only tightly around my lower waist. Otherwise I would have likened it to a corsetted feeling. Several minutes later, I could feel her moving my hand around. A loud click, and my arm was moving freely, although still attached to the frame. Another click, and it was locked into place again in a new position. Something was placed around my wrist and I could detect significant other activity in that area. A few minutes passed and similar things happened to my left hand and arm. This already was the most bizarre thing that I had ever experienced, and this still was only the "set up"?
After several minutes of quietness, I saw a side door in front of me open and she walked in. I tried to talk, but unable to operate my teeth, all I could do was create humming noises. She walked to the door between the room that she had slid open initially and moved it back towards closed. Obviously, my shoulder was in the way so she stopped it when it touched my right shoulder. She went to the left and slid another door towards me. This one had a cutout that allowed it to close and seal with the first door, leaving my shoulders, neck and head sticking through the wall at about her waist high. This must have looked awfully peculiar, this upper bust of a caged head sticking out of the wall in this decorated sitting room. The reason for this became obvious at her next movement.
I could not see earlier what she then brought out from the corner of the room. It looked like a cross between a mannequin and one of those inflatable love dolls with one notable exception – there was no head. It was flexible, for I noticed she had to squeeze to grab it. She brought it over to me, placing it directly below me, propping it against the wall like some Raggedy Ann doll. It was perfectly sized so that it's neck came up to where my neck was. I was beginning to understand. As it sat there, I looked at how it was dressed. I recognized the style as one of Victorian times, like the younger women had dressed in the movie Dangerous Liasons.
The busoms were stuffed into and overflowing from a tight satin bodice with a wide flaring skirt. I could see oodles of lace and petticoats peeking from below the low hemline. I was appreciative that the model had large breasts that enticed, nothing like my manly mounds. She came back to me, and started pulling a rubbery latex head piece down over the cage like spokes on my head. She had to work it carefully, for it was very tight. I could do very little but try to keep my head still, to assist her in this most difficult task. After she made it past my ears (my ears even fit into it's ears!) it went easier.
The piece came down around my cheeks and chin, around my neck, and down around the ring collar around my neck. She spent several minutes working around my neck, pulling here, poking there, fastening this and that. When she was finally finished, she stood back for a long moment and stared. I moved my head around and upwards, straining to see the look on her face, but I could not draw my head back far enough to see above her breast level.
She backed off across the room, to a wall table, and grabbed a hairbrush from it. As she turned and came back to me, I could make out her face, a look of determination across it. I could see much was on her mind. She came to me and began brushing my new long hair. I could see wisps of it fly past my eyes as my head was pulled back and forth. My head could only move so far before the ring collar prevented it from moving further. It would come to an abrupt stop when maximum travel was reached. Her brushing done, she went back to the table and grabbed a hand mirror. At last, she gave me a view of myself. My first since this predicament began.
She had to hold it for me, since my hands were somewhere on the other side of the wall, doing who knows what. I looked, and marvelled. It was me, at least my consciousness. What I saw was not me. What I saw was a rather striking young woman, dressed as I had described earlier, Victorian era, sitting on the floor of a nicely appointed sitting room. I appeared to be simply sitting there against the wall. I could move my head slightly about. The angle that I was protruding through the wall matched rather well with this sitting body. As long as my head didn't move too far in any direction – and it couldn't – there was the perfect illusion of a young woman sitting, waiting, with her head bowed.
My head was joined to the body in such a way that was not discernable without very close inspection. Anyone entering this room would see the young woman and could take advantage of her willing waiting mouth, which was really my mouth. At this point, I couldn't see any way I could stop them. My teeth were forced open, unable to prevent entry, while my lips were pursed in anticipation.
She knelt down beside me and spoke. She told me that my rear end was outfitted similarly, and showed me a Polaroid she has just taken. I looked aghast at the image. At first I couldn't believe it was me, but taking into account the transformation I had witnessed to my head, my mind fit the pieces together to believe what was in the picture. I saw the backside of a woman, mostly naked except for an extremely tight corset, standing with her arms stretched up to either side of her head then fastened to rings on the wall, her forehead tipped towards the wall.
A wooden bench with large velvety pillows on it was in front of her at pelvic level forcing her to bend forward over it as her hands were secured tightly high against the wall. She had on a garter belt that I recognized as the one I was wearing, with tight stockings in tippy toe boots. The bench was exactly where the cleverly disguised tubular frame really was. The ass and legs were mine, but the upper torso, head and arms belonged to a mannequin, the joint between me and it was secreted under the corset. I could see the straps around my ankles and upper thighs, now apparently attached to the mock bench.
Obviously the plot here was that any perpetrator could come up to my backside and invade my ass, receiving a real ass from the body of a doll. I made a babble sound of protest. I also hadn't found out what happened to my hands yet.
She took my question and flipped to two other pictures. Again I could not believe my eyes. The pictures were similar in composition. In each picture was a woman, or reasonable facsimile. One was kneeling, dressed in a classic tweed suit, knee length skirt, champaign blouse with ruffly neck and suit jacket matching the skirt. She was wearing pearls and had every look of success. Her head was pitched slightly forward. The other picture was a classic New Orleans hooker, overly glitzed and whorishly dressed. She was also kneeling, but I had not yet made the connection between them and me. I was told that the latex "mitten" I wore really was inside each doll's head.
My hands formed round receptacles ready to milk any man that needed the servicing. I looked closely and saw how the dolls were positioned. Each was in the corner of a room and had their back to a chair or pillow that concealed my arm.
So that was it, I was to be a 4 station fuck machine. As the reality of my predicament set in, I barely listened to the rest of her words. All that I remembered was that the "ass" users would be provided with KY jelly on the table next to me so as to not cause too much pain since they were told I was a "virgin". As she was telling me this, I realized I could already feel light stroking moving up and down my buttocks. I remained still (as if I could move much!) while the strokes gained in force. A little fondling around my anus hole preceeded a feeling that I became very familiar with in the hours that followed. A cock was entering me, slowly.
The slight pain of penetration was followed by a constant force that seemed to take forever to fully enter me. The unknown cock paused, then slowly began drawing out. He would draw back until the head was just about to pop out, then push back in. He made long slow sensuous strokes. I silently thanked him for being gentle. His movements continued as I felt his hands come around my hip bones and grab me. He used my hip bones as handles, controlling the in and out motion. My ass felt oozy as I realized it was the lubricant assisting my butt fucker. I mumbled some sounds and she told me that at any time I would feel someone behind me. I had news for her! I already did!
I made more mumbles containing obvious pleasure. She paused, realizing what I was feeling, then whispered that she hoped I was enjoying my ass fuck. She stood and finished tidying the room, only glancing at me occasionally with a flirtatious smirk. I felt action at my left hand. A back and forth movement was happening and I realized I was milking some guys cock. My pulse, already increased from the servicing I was receiving at my ass, caused me to gently
Love Doll · Part 1 (1/2)
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