At the very least he was distracted and keeping himself entertained with both binkies as the swing moved back and forth…which made the binkie in his ass feel even better if I was reading his signals right. He was doing his best to be a good doll, but this was a tough scene.
Especially for a new sub who’d been hard on and off for about eighteen hours.
“Time for Owner to get to work.” Unfortunately. But having Cece there made everything more fun and gave me someone to talk to.
I wasn’t the type to talk to myself but talking to my doll was relaxing and made the time pass faster than I was expecting.
That was probably because Cece was wonderful company right up until sucking on his binkies got him so relaxed he zoned out completely.
It seemed to be a combination of subspace and naptime, but either way, he stayed hard and from what I could tell kept sucking on his ass binkie even when he dozed enough to lose the one in his mouth. Something about the binkies seemed to help him ignore the racket I was making as well because the noise barely made him jerk.
Naptime lasted until I was done and had put a few things away, but I didn’t want him to sleep too long and risk losing his little stiffy. A light caress to his cute toy as I brought the swing to a stop was enough to send a shiver through him and was a good way to bring my doll back to reality.
Confusion flashed through his eyes for a split second but I could see his memory coming back in a flash. “You were such a good doll, Cece.”
Giving him a quick peck on the forehead had a happy sigh escaping but it also seemed to have him remembering his binkie. He didn’t jerk too much but his body flowed back to life as he started sucking on it again. “Hmm…what should we play next?”
I’d already figured that out, but it was a good distraction to keep him from giving himself an orgasm as I picked him up out of the swing. “Let’s go figure that out.”
And I needed to also figure out when I was going to the gym next because he loved being carried even more than he loved the binkie.
His ass started working that one as fast as it could as we walked to the house, but getting his orgasm now wasn’t the plan. Sliding my finger under his panties didn’t help the situation, but pressing on the binkie to keep it still as I took him into the house got a long exhale from him.
Giving it a tap sent the message he needed to behave, but a distraction would be a good idea for my pretty doll.
I could almost hear the wheels in his head turning as I took us into the kitchen and set him on one of the chairs at the table that I’d slightly modified.
It had safety straps too.
Cece nearly broke character as I buckled him into the straps that looked like they belonged on a car seat, but he quickly got himself under control as I kissed his head. He was too curious to go back to his near-subspace state, but I was going to keep him occupied so that didn’t matter. “You had a very busy Owner this morning.”
But it’d been worth it and I’d finished the sculpture.
“I had a very busy doll too.” Buzzing around the kitchen, I pulled a bottle out of the cabinet and filled it with the milk he’d told me at breakfast that he liked. “He was a pretty sex doll for me to play with and then he was an errand doll.”
He tuned into my chatter occasionally, but all of his focus seemed to be on the bottle. At first, I thought it was just about the newness of it all, but a tiny wiggle had my brain starting to churn.
When was the last time he’d gone to the bathroom?
How much coffee had he drunk?
He’d made some kind of offhand comment about not really liking it, which I should’ve questioned more, but I was starting to wonder if he’d bought it for looks or if he’d drunk any of it. If he didn’t like it, we needed to go over other socially acceptable options that he’d like better.
But that would wait until after we’d played in a new way.
Going with the assumption that he’d only sipped on the coffee, I was fairly certain he didn’t need to use the bathroom yet. He seemed to be thinking about it, though, but that might’ve been because I’d already mentioned things like diapers and wetting dolls.
Neither of which he’d questioned too much.
“Now he’s going to be a drinking baby doll.” When I had his bottle ready, I unbuckled him and picked him up, loving the faint squeak that he’d tried to hold back.
Ass binkies seemed to be something he enjoyed, so I made a mental note to order a few more in different styles and colors. “My pretty doll likes his binkies.”
Oh, that brain of his was going a thousand miles an hour, but he was doing his best to be a good doll. All those questions would come out sooner or later, but for the time being they were running around in his brain.
And keeping him very hard and wonderfully distracted.
There was no way he could be bored with that many sexy thoughts whirling around and I was just adding to them every second and with every jostle of the plug.
