What did he have in the drawers?
Was that the pretty clothes basket my panties were in?
How many more outfits did he have for me?
He was so distracting I couldn’t remember and I couldn’t figure out what he was doing. For some reason my cock really liked not knowing and my brain kept trying to fill in the gaps with all the fun things I’d seen online.
And I’d seen a lot of fun things online.
I was only halfway through the options that weren’t scary when he made a pleased sound and nodded to himself. Was that scary? Sexy? Before I could decide, I heard a familiar happy sound.
Lube.
Yay.
Wait.
Oh.
One slicked finger circled around my entrance making it wonderfully dirty as he made more humming sounds. “Yes, that’s perfect. I’ll just be very careful.”
With my entrance as he called it.
As a doll I wasn’t supposed to chatter or ask questions or anything like that, but it was obvious that I was supposed to relax the holes Owner wanted to play with.
“Such a well-made doll.”
Me.
I was well-made because I’d relaxed my entrance for him.
Oh.
Yes.
Rewards definitely came with being well-made and well-behaved.
Finger rewards.
Why was it so much better with someone else’s finger?
Dolls were still.
Dolls were quiet.
Dolls didn’t moan when their Owners used their fingers to barely fuck their dolls’ entrances.
Dolls were very curious, though.
Was he going to go deeper?
What was he doing?
He wasn’t trying to make me come. Master knew what I wanted. I’d probably shown him how important he was when I’d called him to save me earlier, but I wanted to make sure first. Master had a plan, though, and it involved just one finger.
Only one?
Could I come from just one?
