Why tie up the doll you might ask? If you tell it to be still in a stern voice it won't move a millimeter, you reason, so bondage is surely unnecessary.
Well, yes, that's true, but it's leaving out two very important things. For one, the feeling of the ropes or chains or whatever the specific method is can be very pleasant for a doll, for the same reason many enjoy wearing collars or specific outfits, like maid dresses. Sure, you could achieve the result through words alone, but that's missing a whole dimension of it. Also, bondage is always (always) time consuming, so spending time on your doll is a great way to affirm and deepen your bonds.
Also doll tits look great tied up. Yes, you should write that down
Your name is Robin, you're a 18-year old senior in high school. You get a surprise visit from your older sister, Catherine, on a random Saturday in October. The two of you have always been close, both being each other's rocks through your transitions. Catherine brings you skating, and you two bask in each other's presence more than you'd ever imagined you would.
A sudden knock at your bedroom door startles you. You quickly alt-tab away from the transbian robot porn game to tumblr, something a little less innocuous, and pull up your shorts as you start towards the door. Moms were supposed to be gone for the day, what are they doing back?
You get to the door, kicking a big plushie out of the way of the door, and open it up not to your moms, but to the surprising presence of your sister Catherine, dressed all stereotypically skaterpunk. She’s got a baggy long-sleeved shirt under a baggier hoodie with the sleeves cut off at the elbows. Black pants with metal studs running up the outside of each leg, and a chain going from her back belt-loop to her front pocket, undoubtedly attached to her Adventure Time wallet you got her when she turned 18.
“Cat! Hi!” You half-shout in surprise.
“Hey Birdie, whatcha up to?” She reaches out, and ruffles your hair before pulling you into a hug that’s a tsunami of fabric against your face. You freeze a little, unsure of what to do with your hands considering what you were just doing, but after a second of half-hugging her back while keeping your hands up, you let yourself relax into a real hug, and squeeze her tight. You breathe in a deep sigh, and your lungs are filled with the comforting and familiar scent of your sister. You’ve missed it more than you realized. Maybe a little more than you should.
A twinge of guilt shoots through your chest, and you quickly let go of the hug, gently pushing away from Catherine. She lets go of you, and you look down at her shoes, unable to look her in the face
“I, uh, sorry, I’m not really doing anything right now?” you lie, though it doesn’t exactly hurt Cat to lie about the fact you were jerking off while playing a porn game. You impulsively start rubbing your hands against the fabric of your shorts. “W-what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the dorms this weekend?”
“Yeeaah, but it’s so fucking boring. C’mon Birdie, grab your board, I’ll meet you outside.” She says before jogging down the carpeted stairs. You hear the front door open and close, and you run to grab your board from the wall by your closet and follow her lead.
You always liked skating with your sister. She got her first skateboard the summer she turned 14, and you were instantly in love with the activity. You watched her every day as she practiced riding around the smooth black-top of the one high school in town; the only place that could afford to do anything about the pot-hole riddled concrete that made up the entirety of the small midwest town. You begged Ma and Mom for a skateboard for your 13th birthday too. Come that fateful day at the very start of October, you come down-stairs to homemade raspberry cream cheese pancakes (Catherine’s special recipe) and a big box on the dining room table.
You and your sister rode your boards to and from school every day together for 3 years, from 8th grade ‘til the end of Sophomore year when Catherine graduated. You enjoyed that last summer skating through town with her, savoring every moment knowing they’d be fewer and farther between from then on.
The door closes behind you, board in hand, and you lock the door with your spare key before clipping your keys on the side belt-loop of your jean shorts.
“Awww, Birdie, that's an adorable board!” you hear her coo as you turn around. You blush, looking at the design you made and custom-ordered.
It’s a cloudy sunset of whites, pinks, and blues. Obvious with the color choices, but less tacky than your last board with the trans-flag lazily slapped on the bottom. Your moms were so sweet in their support, but stars, they have no taste.
“Th-thanks Cat, um uh, its a custom job! I designed it myself actually.” You stammer out, embarrassed at the fact that you’re so easily embarrassed. It’s really a vicious cycle.
“No fucking way! Really? Robin, it's beautiful!” Her voice is filled with genuine awe. “How much did that thing cost?”
“Oh uh, I dunno. Moms covered it for me as a, um, birthday gift.”
“Heh, we lucked out with them didn’t we?” She sighs, and you notice her looking at the front of your childhood home with eyes full of happy memories. You see her eyes begin to sparkle as tears start welling. She even looks beautiful when she cries.
“Anyways!” she snaps her attention back to the road in front of your house, not a single car in sight in either direction, “C’mon, pretty girl, let’s get out of here,” she starts taking off down the sidewalk, running a few steps before dropping her board in front of her and effortlessly, no, elegantly, stepping on and pushing forward.
You take off after her, your board built more for speed than hers so you’ll catch up quick. The large, softer wheels and the bullet shape of your board are much more comfortable for you. You never cared about tricks, not like Cat, with her more traditional board, small hard wheels and normal shape. It’s exhilarating, the cool autumn wind flowing through your shoulder-length hair, unrestrained by anything. Your sister’s cap keeps her much longer, jet black hair out of her face. She kicks her board and does a simple ollie over the curb into the road, and turns. You know exactly where she’s going.
You kick the concrete harder, pushing your board faster and pass her by. She gets a shocked look on her face for half a second before a mischievous grin crosses her lips.
“Race you there!” you call out, you know she can’t resist the challenge, and she kicks harder, willing herself faster. She’ll take the long route, that’s how you always did it back then. You only found the faster route with your new wheels, letting you go over cracked concrete easier. You take a turn, and then another one, cutting through the park.
The high school parking lot feels odd to be skating around during the school year, but the smooth blacktop feels so good under you as you glide along. You make a few slow circles on your board before you see Cat crest the hill from the long-way-round. You head towards one of the rubber-covered mesh wire tables that sit by the side entrance to the school. Purple, Cat’s favorite color. You eat lunch out here a lot, sometimes with friends, always thinking of her. Of her pretty face, of her smile, the way your chest flutters when you hear her laugh. Oh gods, her voice. Husky, yet absolutely a woman. It’s hard not to melt when she calls you that little nickname of yours she likes.
She looks almost ethereal skating towards you in the late afternoon sun; another hour or so till golden hour yet still amazing lighting on her. You pull your phone out, almost on instinct, and snap a few photos of her from across the parking lot. She starts waving, and you swap to video mode and hit record.
“Do a kickflip!” You shout, half-joking, half-hoping your attempt at goading her into a trick works.
She kicks the board, and it spins in the air, with her landing back on it with a practiced grace. You can feel your heart in your neck, and your eyes open wider. You feel slight pressure against your jean shorts, but choose to ignore it. She’s laughing now, and getting closer. She abandons her board when she gets close, and throws herself at you into a hug.
You and Cat tumble into the grass around the table, both laughing, playfully hitting each other. You try to lay on her to pin her to the ground, but you find yourself a whirl of limbs, the entire world doing a flip, and you find yourself pinned under her. Your sister’s chest pushing down into yours, her toes pushing into the ground hard, and an arm wrapped around your head and back of your neck. The pressure in your shorts gets even more noticeable, and your head is right at her hips.
Her shirts come up just enough for you to see a trail of dark hair from her belly button into her pants. It looks so incredible. You have to touch it, you need to feel it. You’re so close, you could just-
“EWWWW” Your sister scrambles off of you, laughing, “did you just lick my belly? That’s so gross!”
You blush hard, “Y-yeah, and?? Like you’ve never liked a hot girl’s stomach before.” You cross your arms and try to give a cute pout.
And then your sister does something you don’t expect.
She starts blushing too.
“What? What hot girl would I lick? You know I’m single, and why would I like their stomach?” She asks, clearly at least a little flustered.
You shrug, “Tgirl tummies are cute, plus I’m sure you lick other parts too. There's gotta be tons of girls going wild over hot skater tgirls at college, right?”
Your sister stands up, brushing the grass off of her, and reaches a hand down to help you up. You take it, her hand is so soft, lanky fingers engulfing your smaller hands. She pulls you up to your feet, and pulls you into a hug, featuring a gentle noogie.
“Ow, hey, quit it!” you squeak. She giggles, and lets you go.
“C’mon Birdie, follow me.” She starts walking towards the back of the school. You follow close behind, you and her both leaving your boards behind in the grass.
She doesn’t slow down for you, so you start jogging to catch up to her. You feel a bit strange being back here, you never had a reason for being behind the school before, except for that one fire drill last month when a gay freshman boy started flirting with you. Whatever, he’s just a stupid kid. You’ve been trying to not let it bother you since it happened.
You’re lost in thought when you feel your sister take your hand, winding your fingers between hers. You twitch, starting to pull away, and then pause. You let your hand ease back into hers. She stops suddenly, and your shoulder notices it before the rest of you does. The jolt to your body brings you back out of your thoughts.
“Ever done this before?” she says, letting go of your hand. She starts walking towards the wall, pipes and gauges and ivy clinging to the brick.
“Done what?” the confusion in your voice matching that on your face.
To your utter surprise, Cat starts running at the wall. Your sister jumps and grabs one of the pipes. She grunts as she pulls herself up, kicking at the wall. Cat finds a foothold. She lunges up, grabbing the ledge of the roof with one hand. She pushes herself up onto the roof, rolling just out of sight from you. You start forward while your sister’s head pops over the edge of the roof and looks down at you.
“What the hell, Cat? Are you out of your mind?” You hiss up at her, you look over both your shoulders in quick succession to see if anyone’s around you.
“It’s chill, I used to come up here and smoke all the time,” she reaches an arm down for you to take.
You grab it, and she helps pull you up. You’re definitely not as graceful as she is, but you make it up to the roof and roll next to her. You look into her eyes. They’re so full of life, those big, beautiful brown eyes of hers. Dark and shiny like polished wood, the same color as the black tiles of the chessboard you made in shop class last year. You wonder if she still has it in her dorm, you gave it to her as a present last winter.
“Your eyes have so much more light in them now, you know that Birdie?” she asks calmly, almost like she’s being careful.
“Y-yeah. I, um, sorry it took me longer to realize I was a girl than you. Feels kinda dumb of me now,” you admit. You want to look away from her eyes but they have you under a spell. You can’t look away.
Your sister reaches a hand up and gently rubs the side of your face. “Don’t apologize. I’m glad I've got my baby sister now, that’s all that matters.” She pulls you in, and plants a kiss on your forehead. It lasts half a second longer than a platonic kiss should. Your heart starts to flutter harder than it has all day.
After about 10 seconds, your sister sits up, and you take that as your cue to do the same, easily getting to your feet.
“So, is, um, this all you wanted to show me?” you ask, heart racing in your chest?
“This way,” She points ahead, and you follow her, walking to a ladder leading to a higher section of the roof, maybe above the gym? Cat starts climbing the ladder, and you follow after her.
“There have been a few girls, but none that I was serious about. Nothing more than a few hookups, or some casual sex between friends. That kinda thing.” She calls down to you.
“What?” you’re confused again, something that seems to be a theme for today.
“You asked about the girls at college.” She keeps climbing, she’s not looking down at you. “There’ve been some, but nothing, like, emotionally fulfilling.” She crests over the ladder, and disappears from your view.
You pick your pace up, reaching the top quickly. Cat’s sitting on the edge of the roof straight across from you, legs dangling off the edge. You walk up to her, sit down next to her. Golden hour’s starting, and nothing has ever looked more divine in your entire life as your sister does in this moment.
“So, what about you? Any girls here you like?” She’s looking out over the small town. You’re looking at her. It takes you a moment to realize you’re supposed to reply.
You sigh and lie back, staring up into the sparsely clouded sky. “No, no one here I like.”
“Here?” Your sister’s voice asks, and you hear her lay down beside you. You feel her knee against yours as you gently kick your legs back and forth over the edge.
“Mmm.” you hum out as a reply.
Very slowly, your sister speaks, “Well, what about, not here?” There's a bit of a scraping sound, and you can feel your sister’s shoulder against yours.
Your breath hitches slightly but you don’t mean for it to. “M-maybe. I, um, I don’t think she’d say yes though.”
“Why would anyone say no to such a beautiful woman?”
“Sh-she’d. She’s. I uh, I don’t, um. I don’t think she’d like me that way.” You sit up, and finally you take in the sight. It’s gorgeous. The town feels so small, despite not being that high up. You can see a few blocks away, down the hill the school sits atop of. You can see the park you skated through to get here. You pull your legs up, and wrap your arms around them.
You hear the shuffling of your sister’s clothes, and feel her arms wrap around your. She gently pulls you away from the ledge, and you scoot back with her. You turn and bury your face into her shoulder, letting her drown you in her arms. She smells so nice.
“Talk to me, Birdie. Why wouldn’t she like you that way?” Cat was pushing for answers. It feels like the edge of a knife. You could just tell her, get it over with and you two can move on and pretend this never happened.
“I’m not supposed to.” You croak.
“Not supposed to what, sweetie?” Her hand gently rubs your back. You’re fluttering again, the pressure in your crotch and behind your eyes growing in tandem.
“I’m not supposed to like her like that. It’s, it’s wrong.” You’re barely holding back tears now.
“Birdie, tell me why it’s wrong. Please.” She pulls away from the hug, grabbing your shoulders with both her hands. You let your head fall, you can’t bring yourself to look at her.
“Birdie, look at me, pretty girl. Please, look at me.” She gently moves her left hand under your chin, and carefully lifts your chin with her curled finger.
You can almost see a halo behind her, the golden light of the lowering sun shining right behind your big sister. You’ve never wanted anyone in your life more than you want her right now. The tears finally burst.
“I’m sorry Cat, I’m so so sorry, I’m gross I’m disgusting I’m sorry I am so sorry something’s wrong with me I’m horrible. I-I-I. I didn’t want to fall in love with you, I-”
Her lips meet yours in a flash, knocking you over onto the ground, her coming with you. Lips not breaking contact the entire time. Her lips are so soft, and they taste sweeter than ambrosia. This is heaven. She wants you too. Oh god, she wants you so badly. Her hands are running through your hair, feeling every inch. You reach up and grab her waist. Her waist is muscular, not too thin. She moans into your mouth. You pull her into you, hard.
Her lips part for a gasp, and your tongue finds its way into your big sister’s mouth without you even thinking. Her tongue swirls back with yours. It’s a dance of love and need and lust and fear. You’d been so scared for so long. The kiss breaks, and Cat stares down at you, her eyes sparkling with love and tears.
“You’re the most amazing woman in the world, Birdie,” She leans back and pulls you into a tight hug. “Never let someone tell you otherwise. You’re so fucking beautiful, Robin.”
You start blushing, your tears still burning on your cheeks. Your sobs are starting to calm, enough for you to get words out again. “I-I felt so dirty, for so long Catherine.”
“I know baby, I know,” She kisses your forehead gently. You feel a tug at your shirt, and you feel her warm hand against your waist. She squeezes, and you can’t help but moan. “Good girl, baby. Fuck, Birdie I need you. Please, my pretty bird.”
“C-Cat- aaaahh” the moan escapes , still nervous, but guilt washing away.
Her lips find yours again, her tongue performing a waltz of need and desire, your tongue its partner.
Your hands find their way all on their own to your sister’s body. You pull the hem of her layered shirts, reaching up, feeling her back, her sides, feeling the soft-as-velvet happy trail on her stomach. You start creeping higher, her skin softer than you could have ever dreamed.
Cat catches your hand and brings it up to her chest, squeezing herself with your hand. “Hmmmmf, fuck yes baby,” Lips breaking again, desperate gasps for air from you and her. “That’s it baby, feel up your big sister. Fuck, feel how big they’ve gotten.” She tosses her hat to the side, and grabs her baggy shirts and pulls them over her head.
Your eyes and your hands taking in just how big your sister’s tits are now, her fashion choices definitely making it harder to tell. She’s huge, and firm in your hand as you start squeezing. Cat’s breath hitches, and you feel her hips bucking. She’s so beautiful.
“Hng, Cat, please Cat” You whimper, your sister’s grip on your waist tightens. She pulls herself closer, letting her wild hip bucking turn to more rhythmic grinding against your hips. Little moans escape from Cat’s throat, and you feel yourself get even harder against her hips. You can’t resist the impulse to start bucking your own hips against hers. You don’t want to resist the impulse. You need this, you need her, you need your big sister more than you’ve ever needed anything in your 18 years of life.
Catherine’s grip shifts to your hoodie, the green and black striped zip-up she got you last year. She unzips it with blistering speed, and pulls it off of your shoulders. She chuckles, you’re wearing her old BLUE OYESTER CULT tee. “Aww, baby bird missed me? Fuck, did it smell like me?” You nod fervently, “It’s unreal how cute you are, Robin,” you don’t know how much harder you can blush, but it seems like your sister is going to find out.
One of her hands shoots back to your wild hips, controlling your them to thrust in time with hers. The other hand finds your chest, your tits so sensitive, and her soft hands squeeze with an amount of force you weren’t expecting. A deep, primal moan escapes from you. “Oh, FUCK!” are the only words that find their way out of your lips, and Cat dives back in for more kisses. Her hand finds its way under your shirt, and she starts feeling and squeezing your bare tit ( you rarely wear a bra). Your sister seems to appreciate that fact, you have that in common with her, apparently.
She feels you and grinds into you and kisses you and eventually she breaks the kiss again. “Arms up, baby bird.” It’s not a request, she orders you. You’re being commanded by your sister. You comply, whimpering. She scoffs. “Good Birdie.” Your eyes flutter and you whine, fuck you’re being so pathetic.
Your sister pulls your shirt gently over your head, and tosses it to the side. Her lips find your neck. She sucks, bites, kisses, everything you’ve ever imagined, every action you stayed awake till 4am fucking yourself over while drowining in guilt thinking about. She’s careful not to leave marks you can’t cover with your hair and your clothes, but she can’t resist marking you over and over and over again as her baby bird, her little sister, hers.
And then her lips find your nipples, and you cry out with intense pleasure you didn’t know was possible with your breasts. The flat of her tongue slowly scrapes across your hard nipple, and she smoothly transforms the lick into gentle sucking. She looks up into your eyes, hers full of adoration and hunger, and teases you with the tip of her tongue to create more suction. You buck your hips wildly again, ignoring your sister’s deliberate pace of thrusts.
She grabs your hand again, reminding you it’s okay to squeeze her too. You’re not sure when you stopped groping her back, it’s so much stimulus. It’s Elysium. Nirvana. Heaven. It’s bliss incarnate, and the muffled squeaks of pleasure that escape your sister’s lips from gaps of sucking and licking your chest make up the most beautiful symphony in the world. Nothing could ever compare to the sounds of your sister and you together like this. How could they? How could anything in all of creation sound as good as Her, and you get to be the one she makes those noises for.
“Cat, fuck, Cat I’m gonna-” you start grinding harder into her, desperate.
“Shhhhh, not yet baby bird, not yet.” She lets go of your breast with her mouth, and lifts herself off of you, just enough to reach down and undo your belt. With a click, the Invader Zim seatbelt style belt you bought at the mall 3 years ago with Catherine unlatches. Your sister’s hands easily undo your button and zipper, and slides your jean shorts down. Your simple white panties lie underneath the denim, and they’re soaked through with your pre. Your clit is hard, almost poking out the panties. With just one finger, Cat hooks around the waistband of your white panties, and gently pulls.
Your clit pops up, the hardest it’s ever been since you started your injections a year ago. Your sister lets out something between a scoff and a chuckle, and you turn your head away. Her hand catches your chin, and gently guides your head back to face her. “Don’t look away from this baby. I want you to look at me while we do this, okay Robin?”
You nod, and her hand wraps around your clit. Your tip just just barely pokes out of the end of her hand. “Fuck, you’re so cute Birdie. You feel so fucking good in my hand.” She slowly pumps her hand, slicking across your clit with your leaking pre. Your voice catches in your throat, breathy squeaks the only sound that escapes. Your whole body tenses from the pleasure.
Your sister lets go of you, and lifts her hips up slightly. She unbuckles her own belt with a click, a similar style to your own but with a yellow caution-tape design. She unbuttons and unzips her black pants, and you can see her dark blue boyshorts, bulging with her hard-on. She pulls her boyshorts down, and her dick pops up. It’s perfect. She’s several inches bigger than yours. You can’t help but giggle.
“Aww, what’s so funny sweetie?” Your big sister coos as she lowers herself back onto your hips.
“You’re taller than, than me, um, an-and you’re bigger than me too,” you manage to half-moan the words out.
Your sister scoffs and giggles in return. “You’re so fucking cute,” she says as she lines the head of her dick up with your clit. She warps her hands around the both of you, despite her being longer she’s not much girthier. You both fit comfortably in her one hand, still wetted with your precum. You feel yourself leaking out onto the tip of your big sister’s cock.
And then she starts moving her hand, and you feel the most intense pleasure of your entire life. You melt into putty in your sister’s hand, and your moans grow louder. Cat leans down and kisses you deeply. It’s a deep and passionate kiss, and her hand is moving swiftly but firmly against your lengths. Touching your own clit pales in comparison to the feeling of Her fucking herself against your clit. You whimper into her mouth, and your hands grab her hips.
She breaks the kiss again, and her lips to your collar bone, beginning to leave more hickies. Your whimpering moans become louder. It’s so much stimuli, all amazing on their own, the total pleasure greater than the sum of its parts. Your grip on her hip tightens, and you hear her moan louder in response.
“Fuck, baby! You feel so good,” your sister moans out between nibbles on your shoulder.
Your sister lifts up from you, she’s looking deep into your eyes. “C’mon baby bird, tell your big sister what you need. Speak.”
“Cat please make me cum! Please! Fuck, I need it Cat, I need it so bad pleaaase!” You cry out in desperation, quivering at the command.
“That’s my good baby sister, of course I’ll make you cum.” Your whines intensify, “Fuck baby, I’m so close too. Let’s cum together, okay Birdie? That’s it babygirl, cum for me, cum for your big sister. Fffuuck!” Cat’s voice hitches, and you feel her cock start pulsing against your clit.
Then it happens, you feel yourself pulsing and something in your mind shatters. Wave after wave of absolute bliss wash all across your body, starting in your clit as it pulses. You feel a warm watery splash across your belly, and your muscles all spasm in pleasure. Your moans are practically screams of pleasure, and your sister’s moans reach a crechendo.
“FFffuck, Birdie fuck fuck fuck fuck, fuck yes god fuck!” Catherine cries out, and you feel a small dribble leak out of her cock onto your pelvis.
“Thank you thank you thank you,” you pant out, and you pull your sister down to your level and meet her with a kiss. She falls to your side, and you lose yourself in her lips, in the waves of aftershocks, in the perfect golden hour on the rooftop of your school, and most importantly in your sister’s embrace.
At some point you stopped kissing, and curled up in her arms, face buried somewhere between her shoulder and her chest. She shooshes you, cooing sweet nothings to you, and the rest of the world melts away.
You wake up, still in your sister’s arms. The sun set, the sky still lit by the last embers of twilight. Cat is looking down at you with those beautiful brown eyes of hers, full of love. She’s gently stroking your hair. You nuzzle deeper into her, and she softly chuckles.
“Hey sleepy head, you have a nice nap?” Your sister gently coos in your ear.
“Nnng, how long was I asleep?” You sleepily ask.
“About half an hour. Seems like you needed it though baby bird.” She pulls you into a soft kiss. Shorter than the previous ones, but so so tender.
You pull away, and look up at her with eyes full of fear and hope and vulnerability and trust. “Um, um, Cat?”
“Yes baby bird?” She replies.
“What um, what does this, y’know, uh, what are we?” You timidly ask. You trust her with everything.
“We’re sisters, dummy. But, I want you to come visit me at campus sometime. I want you to meet my friends, as my girlfriend. If you want.” She hands you your shirt.
You take it, and put it back on. You reach for your hoodie too and put your arms through the sleeves. She gets dressed again too. You both stand up.
“I want that, I want you, I love you Cat,” You hug your sister. Tears of joy blurring your vision.
“I love you too, Birdie,” Your girlfriend hugs you back, and then pulls you in for another kiss.
You and Cat jump off the roof at a low point into the grass. You both grab your boards, and walk away from the school forever changed, happier than you ever thought you could be, basking in the last rays of the already set sun. You hold hands, an action done countless times before, but this time it’s different, it’s the same but more, and everything is right in the world.
in case I haven't said it already, all my characters are trans even if not explicitly stated. unless there is a good narrative reason to think a character is cis (eg, character is actively transphobic), that character is intended to be read as trans.
You awoke, as you had for the past three weeks, in captivity. Your arms and ankles wrapped in fine leather, padlocked and attached to chains attached to wherever Clair wanted them. Currently, that place was the bed frame.
As you opened your eyes you saw her staring at you, her expression overjoyed, her hands softly scratching your scalp.
“Hi Mommy.”
“Good morning princess. Sleep well?”
“You’d know better than me, freak.”
Her hand slipped around your neck and tightened.
“Aww, are we being a brat this morning?”
Your blush was immediate. It wasn’t fucking fair how easily she could push you into sub space. Most of the time she treated you like you were made of glass, but every once in a while, she got like this.
She pinned you like it was nothing, then sunk her teeth into you. Her hand moved to obstruct your breathing. Her apparent favorite method of control.
“Are we, puppy?”
You muffled out your response under a heavy shade of blush.
“N-no Mommy! Sorry Mommy!”
She moved her hand and peppered your face in kisses.
“That’s my good, obedient girl. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to give you your gift~”
“Gift?”
You wracked your brain trying to figure out what there could possibly be left to give you. Your room was as large as it could be while still being cozy, it was filled with every plushie you had ever owned or wanted to own, you had a cavernous closet filled with with clothes for any imaginable occasion, an excessive gaming setup, complete with every console you’d ever heard of along with their complete library of games, a mini fridge that was constantly refilled with new snacks, and a top of the line pc with a custom operating system designed to let you access the internet, but never communicate through it. Every time you tried to leave a comment on a video or post something, you got a popup reading “Nice Try Puppy ;)”.
“Well doll, you’ve been so perfect for me, ever since you got here. And while I am still a little apprehensive at the idea of letting other “people” see you, I’ve decided you deserve to get taken out on a date.”
You perked up immediately, you had never expected to see the sky again, let alone be let out of the house.
“REALLY?!”
“Of course princess. But I’ll be keeping you on a short leash,” She tugged on the chain around your neck. “I’m going to have a hand on you at all times, you’ll tell me your order and I’ll give it for you, I won’t have anyone but me enjoying your voice, and if anyone so much as looks at you wrong, I’m taking you home immediately, and then killing that person.”
You didn’t doubt that last bit. Clair’s body was covered in a variety of scars, some jagged, others straight, but most were single raised circles, as if she’d been shot. On top of that, you’d caught lingering blood stains on several of her suits. When you asked about them she explained that they were from working. Whatever her job was, she made it clear it was dangerous, and that she had no intention of giving you any details.
She moved to separate your cuffs from the chains on your bed, kissing every inch of flesh in between her destinations.
You whimpered in response
“You make the sweetest little noises, doll, you know that? Now c’mon, let’s get you dressed.”
She swept you off the bed and carried you to the closet.
“Can’t I just wear this?”
“Your pajamas are adorable, princess, but far too recognizable. There's a picture of you wearing them on half a dozen posters across town.”
“I’m on fucking posters!?”
“language, princess, and yes. There’s a decently sized campaign by a workers rights group to try and find you. It’s my fault really, it was a somewhat bombastic choice, taking you while you were at your job.”
“You talk like a professor.”
“I was one, for quite a few years.”
Your jaw dropped.
“WHAT!? HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?!”
“I told you doll, knowing my history has the potential to be very… dangerous. I’d be devastated enough if anyone ever took you from me, but if they hurt you because you had information they wanted…” Tears were welling in her eyes, “well, I’d rather not think about that.”
“Can I at least know the subject?”
She paused for a moment, thinking.
“Pleeeease Mommy!” You gave her a practiced look of desperation.
“English Literature,” She began the process of unbuttoning your top.
“Oh my god you can’t leave me with just that, you gotta tell me more!”
She set you on the ground, pulled off your shirt, and gagged you with the sleeve, tying your head to a nearby support beam.
“I think you’ve used up your human words for the morning puppy. You can talk once we’re done dressing you. Until then, I’m afraid if you want to communicate any further, your gonna have to use that pretty little voice to bark~”
You followed her orders by instinct, immediately quieting down, desperately trying to conceal your arousal.
She stepped away for a moment, coming back with several dresses on her arm
“Okay puppy, which one do you want to wear?”
You raised your hand to point but she interrupted you
“Arms down and at your side doll, that’s not how a puppy picks. You need to bark if you want to tell me which one you want. Of course I could always pick for you as well.”
She paused for a moment, breathing in the sight of you completely at her mercy. Her expression was a frenzied lust. She stared at you as if she was seconds away from ripping away the rest of your clothes and fucking you until you passed out, and possibly after.
She shakily lifted up the first dress. Her entire body was tense. It was clear it took all her strength to stop herself from pouncing on you.
“This one puppy?”
It was a tight black velvet number, that showed off entirely too much cleavage. Definitely not. She may have been enamored with your body, but you were far too self conscious to wear something so revealing.
It was at this moment you realized she hadn’t given you any easy way to communicate through barks.
Fuck. The game was rigged from the start. Eh, might as well keep playing
“Woof! Bark! Rough!”
You tried as hard as you could to make a disapproving expression, but the gag made it difficult.
“What’s that? I can’t understand what your saying puppy~”
You pleaded with your eyes.
“WOOF! WOOF!”
“This is just too bad, puppy, I haven't the faintest clue what you're trying to say. I guess we’ll just have to pick this one~”
Her expression was a manic glee filled grin as she pulled away your pants. you were rock hard.
“What’s this puppy?”
She lowered herself to your level and straddled your hips, grinding against you while she listened to you whimper.
“You sound so fucking beautiful right now princess. You're so goddamn perfect for me.”
She buried your face into her chest while she stroked your hair.
“Such a pretty girl.”
She pushed your cock up against hers.
“Is there something you want?”
You nodded desperately barking in approval.
“That’s too bad, doll.”
You desperately mewled your disappointment when she stood.
“Awww, poor princess. You’re gonna have to wait till after our date. We wouldn't want you getting all sweaty before going out, would we doll?”
You frowned as she untied you and slipped you into the dress. Your assumptions about it proved correct. It was far too tight and low cut. It was built to show you off.
“Christ your fucking gorgeous in that, princess.”
You could see her excitement building. Two things had become clear about her. She desperately loved showing you off as her prize, and she bitterly hated the idea of anyone else even looking at you.
She picked you up and brought you to the door of the room. Setting you down, she removed the leather shackles around your wrists and ankles, and clipped a leash onto your collar.
“Is that really necessary? You know I’m not gonna run away, right?”
“It makes my heart burst with pride to hear you say it, and I wouldn’t be taking you out if it wasn’t true, but even then, the world’s a big scary place. It's all too easy to get lost in. I just wouldn’t feel right letting you out without something to ensure that we won’t get separated. Okay doll?”
“Yes Mommy.”
She unlocked the door to your room and led you out. Walking out the door you found yourself in a hallway that extended half a mile in either direction, with around 5 doors both to the left and right of the one that led into your room. Everything around you was cold, dimly lit, stone. In front of you was a single stairwell that seemed to lead up into the main house.
“What is all this mommy?”
“My work requires me to have plenty of free, soundproof, space.”
One of the doors jostled with a thud.
“Let’s keep moving, puppy.”
Opening the heavily reinforced stairwell door, you found yourself in a house 30 times the size you’d pictured. It was utterly stunning. It was dark, almost oppressively so, with the walls, floors, and foundation all being made of oak stained so dark it was nearly black. Every piece of furniture and decoration was either a hundred year old antique or brand new, the floors were electronically heated to the perfect temperature, and every corner of the rooms was blooming with plant life, all in peak condition.
Moving through the halls was dizzying as you passed tens of locked doors and secret passages just to get to the exit. It hit you that escaping would be confusing but completely doable, but breaking in would be nearly impossible. This place wasn’t a prison, it was a vault, built with the express purpose of keeping you happy and protected from the outside world.
Finally exiting the labyrinth, you entered the front yard. Everywhere you looked was perfectly manicured greenery and paved paths that seemed to lead on infinitely. You were surrounded by miles of forest in every direction, the only clear path out being the road that connected to the driveway
While you took in your surroundings, reeling at the sheer magnitude of the space around you. She watched you. Her face a deep shade of adoration.
“You like it, princess?”
“It makes me wonder why you even bothered with me, you’ve got a view here good enough for a lifetime.”
She moved behind you and held you tight.
“Trust me, doll, nothing else in the world comes close to comparing to you. The only reason I had this place built here was to have somewhere nice to take you on walks.”
You fell back and let her carry you to the car. She set you down in the passenger's seat and then moved to hers. She reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a pair of glasses. Once she put them on she took a moment to look at you clearly. She smiled.
“You wear glasses?”
She started the car.
“My eyes started going a few years back, so I use them for driving and reading.”
“What are you forty,” you said, with a playfully mocking tone.
“I’m fourty-four, princess.”
Your eyes widened. She started driving.
“WHAT!?”
“How old did you think I was, puppy?”
“I don't know, like mid 30’s! How are you forty-four!? You’re gonna die soon!”
She struggled to hold back laughs
“Fourty-four isn’t THAT old, princess.”
“How could you have never told me!?”
“I thought you knew. Don’t you remember when you showed me that joke on your computer, I didn’t understand a word of it.”
“What about the custom operating system, how’d you make that then?!”
“I paid someone to do that, darling.”
“And they didn’t ask any questions? The whole premise of the system is so suspicious!”
“I just told them that I was a mother that needed something better than the usual parental blocks for my very crafty daughter.”
“But it blocks me from contacting emergency services!”
“People will ignore a lot, for the right price.”
You spent the next hour in complete shock as she drove.
As you reached the city you understood why she had to dye your hair and change your clothes. Right at the entrance of town, there was a massive billboard of your face with words under it, reading “HAVE YOU SEEN ME? CALL (555) 742-6391”.
Driving past it, her face was disgusted.
“Fucking worms. They’ve got no goddamn right to be showing your face like that. That’s my goddamn doll! No one else deserves to look at you.”
“Do you want to go back Mommy?”
“Do you want to?”
“I can.”
“Not a chance, princess. You deserve a reward for being such a good girl. And besides, my princess needs some natural sunlight. Sneaking vitamin D supplements in your food can only do so much.”
“That’s what those pills were?”
“What did you think they were?”
“I don’t know, like sedatives maybe, and that’s why you can overpower me so easily?”
She laughed hard enough it brought tears.
“Oh honey, I don’t need to drug you in order to make you weak. You're just so adorably vulnerable all on your own, doll. It really is a miracle you made it so long on your own.”
Eventually she pulled into the restaurant. It was some middle of nowhere diner. The neon sign on top read “Martha’s Burgers and Fries!”
She unclipped your leash and came around to meet you as you exited the car. She grabbed your arm tightly and pulled you close behind her into the diner. She looked nervous as she sat you at a booth in the far corner.
Her eyes shifted around the restaurant suspiciously.
“Is everything okay Mommy?”
She squeezed your hand tight.
“Perfect. I’m just not used to having you out of your pretty little chains, puppy. It makes mommy a little nervous.”
She squeezed close to her, letting her arm wrap around the small of your back. She pressed a kiss hard onto your cheek, staining it with lipgloss.
“So what do you want to order, doll?”
“(your favourite food)”
“Very good, puppy.”
You sat there for a while in silence. Letting her get comfortable while she clung to you, desperate to keep you safe from the outside world.
“How’d you live before you “rescued” me?”
“I didn’t really,” She held you tighter. “I spent all my free time watching you, I wasn’t far anytime you left, and when you were Home I would be planning your rescue while I watched you from the cameras I set up in your apartment.”
“You had cameras?” you were blushing heavily. “How long were you watching me for exactly?”
She was smiling again watching you flustered.
“Oh, about a year, year and a half.”
You melted in her arms thinking of all the things you had done while you thought you were alone.
“It was torture. All I could do was watch and wait, helping occasionally from a distance.”
She scanned the diner quickly for prying eyes and slipped her hand down your dress. You barely stifled a moan.
“I do apologize for all the clothes I stole, it was just so fucking hard to resist. They smelled so much like you.”
Her hand quickly retracted as a waitress approached. A shorter woman, who wore dark, heavy, makeup, and a heavily customized uniform, covered in spikes and studs. She looked familiar to you. Too familiar.
“What can I get started for you ladies?”
You recognized her voice, but you couldn’t quite place it under her forced upbeat persona.
“I’ll have, a water and the house salad. And she’ll be having (your favorite food).”
“Abso…” her eyes met yours. You looked down, quickly trying to hide your face, “...lutely. I’ll have that right out for you folks.”
Fuck… Dawn.
“What’s wrong princess?”
“I know that girl. She was like my best friend in high school, and I think she recognized me.”
She gripped your arm, reading you to get pulled out back to the car.
“I’m so sorry we cut this short, princess. I promise Mommy will take you out again soon, somewhere much more remote.”
Before she could get out of the booth, Dawn returned holding your food. She looked at you again, recognition sparking in her eyes.
“y/n?”
“No. We'll take the check now please.”
She placed down your food and before she could turn to leave, Clair grabbed her arm.
“You know I have a feeling you’re about to do something very stupid once you go into that back room. Why don’t you have a seat, and we can talk, calmly, about possibilities.”
The flame in her eyes was burning hot. Dawn sat in the seat across from you and Clair.
Dawn spoke.
“Your fucking sick you know that? She has a goddamn family, friends, people that are worried about her!”
Clair held you possessively, trying to cover your ears.
“Are they now? They didn’t seem too worried about her when she was around.”
“Don’t you dare try to fucking moral high-ground me on this! You’re a fucking kidnapper!”
“I RESCUED this poor girl from her life. Sure she may not have originally agreed to come with me, but look at her, does she seem unhappy under my care?”
You were cuddled into her side, her hand tangled in your hair, petting you. Despite the stress of the situation, you couldn’t help but smile as Clair doted on you.
“You turned her into some fucking pet! You probably got her drugged up to get her to act like that you sick fucking pervert!”
Frustration rose in your chest.
“I’m not drugged. I’m just happy.”
Dawn looked at you shocked.
“What the fuck do you mean?”
“I mean she treats me well. Really really well. The best anyone has ever treated me. I get that it’s weird. She’s possessive and controlling and I don’t see the sun most days, but I love her, and I love my life.”
“y/n, you’re fucking kidding me?! This is obviously Stockholm Syndrome! You have to get away from her.”
“Who cares if it is? I’m happy. It’s odd, I get that, but I’m really happy. For the first time in my life, I look forward to tomorrow every day. C-can you please just let me choose this?”
You were starting to cry. Clair wiped the tears from your cheeks as they fell.
Dawn stared at you for a long time. Processing what you had told her.
She stood and began walking away from the booth.
“I guess I was wrong, it’s not you. All those posters have really been getting me paranoid. Sorry for disturbing you. Enjoy your meal.” The upbeat customer service ring had returned to her voice.
“You made the right choice. Thank you.”
“I didn’t do it for you. I’ll be back with that check when you need it, you ladies have a nice meal.”
You cuddled up to Clair and enjoyed your food as she petted you. Her adoration was palpable as she watched you eat.
“I’m so proud of you babygirl. You did such a good job sticking up for yourself.”
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