Note: This is a fantasy. But the techniques described here are mostly real.
She had asked so nicely to join my rubberdolls – and she was local. Her FetLife profile was rather promising, as were her photos, where she posed in latex stockings and gloves with ballet heels, corsets, and gas masks, showing off her pierced nipples and labia. She was ready for the next step, she assured me.
I gave her a hotel room number and address and told her to be there at six sharp – in street attire. Leave the latex at home.
At six oh-five I opened the door. Get off your knees and come in, I said.
She had green shaggy hair, a Motorhead t-shirt, and a very shy demeanor.
Then again, I was dressed in a charcoal high-collar latex blouse with short gloves, a mesh corset, and a mid-length black latex skirt with a side-slit that showed off my legs in their smoky transparent fully-fashioned latex stockings. I admit I struck an imposing figure.
I had her sit on the edge of the bed and talk a little about why she wanted to be a rubber doll and why she wanted me to help her. I have a simple rule – figure out what the dolly needs, and whether and how I can meet my own desires in the bargain. I don’t take on more than that in which I can delight. I learned that lesson early on.
She said her life was at a crossroads and she didn’t know what to do next – so why not chase after the weird fantasy? As long as nothing too weird comes from it.
Weird is subjective, I pointed out. But no worries, I respect hard limits.
I don’t want to be a fuckdoll, she said, hugging herself.
That is no problem. I have enough fuckdolls – I struggle to keep them fucked as is.
She giggled. So did I, briefly.
So, I continued, are you asexual or is it more a matter of penetrative sex, or –
It’s not as if all sex requires penetration, after all. Would you like me to explain, I asked?
You’re so sweet. I like that in a dolly.
I paused to savor her blushing.
As I was saying, sex isn’t a matter of genitalia. In essence, sex is about stimulation. More accurately, overstimulation. All you need for a lovely shivery cascade of feelings and reactions is a touch.
In theory, yes. Obviously, the genitals are easiest to overstimulate. Nipples can also be good. But the body is covered with all of these cute bundles of nerve endings waiting for a good caress, and only a few are considered erotic.
Absolutely. But first – are you ticklish? No? Good. Now, let me fetch a bottle of lube. I am wearing latex gloves, after all. Let me sit down beside you. Is this nice? Yes.
The cute little moppet put her head on my left shoulder.
That would be presumptuous in my household – but leave your head right there. It’s okay, you’re not my dolly yet. Now, put your left arm across both our laps, palm up.
I squirted a dab of lube onto the fingertips of my left hand, rubbed them against my right hand’s fingertips, then reached around to hug her. I let my fingertips rest naturally in the crook of her left arm.
Now, I said, most people don’t think about how sensitive the insides of their arms are. But there are all sorts of nerve endings that sense pressure. Like, here.
I gently massaged the crook of her arm with my gloved hand.
That feels good, she cooed. You smell good.
That’s ninety percent latex aroma, ten percent goddess pheromones. And you’re welcome. So this is nice?
Yeah, she said, burying her face in my arm.
So let’s take it to the next step.
I reached for her inner wrist and began the same soft circles with my lubed, rubbery fingertips.
Do you like it? Do you want me to continue?
Can I speed it up a bit? Like this?
What if I reached over with my pinky and stroked your palm like this?
Oh god oh god oh god may I come please please I need to –
Nooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Please, no. Yes. Yellow. I’m sorry.
Don’t be! I just want to know if you enjoyed it.
Oh god, yes. How did you – um. I, I gotta pee. May I use the bathroom?
Ha! Go ahead, of course. And if you want to see what else I can do, take off your clothes while you’re at it.
I sat, rubbing my lubed fingers together, remembering the first time I made someone come without touching their genitals, smiling to myself.
She came back, naked except for her panties. I hope this is okay, she asked.
Absolutely. I presume I can touch you anywhere else?
She nodded and worried on her lip piercing. Will you take it easy?
I’m happy to follow your pace, I said, pointing at the bed. Go ahead and sit down again.
I sat down by her side again, applied another dab of lube to my fingertips, and gave her another hug.
The areas I want to cover next are a bit more intimate. Let’s start here.
I stroked her collarbones. Chin up, now. No turtling! There you go, you’re such a sweetie.
My left hand migrated up the back of her neck, and my fingertips stroked just above her hairline. Isn’t this delicious?
She squirmed from my touch.
My fingers wrapped around her hair, and with a slow twist, I pulled her head back.
I breathed into her ear. I said, chin up.
Now I let my free hand meander teasingly behind and around her earlobe, stroking her piercings softly, then trailing down her throat.
Her breathing became shallow, and her eyelids fluttered.
Good, good. You dropped into subspace so gently. Now, let’s lie you down.
With my hand still gripping her hairs, but my arm braced for support, I eased her prone upon the bed. I stood back up, unfastened my skirt, picked up the lube, and straddled her hips.
She looked at me, covered in latex save for my head and thighs. This is heaven, Mistress.
I smiled, then bent down and cupped her face in my hands. We locked eyes for several seconds. I could see my triumph reflected in her vulnerability.
I kissed her forehead, then sat up, and let my fingers explore her face, neck, arms, ribs, and tummy. Her tummy was a delight that let me give her two consecutive orgasms and the second yellow of the evening.
Don’t be! Again, you’re not my dolly yet. Do you need a bit more time?
Thirty seconds, please, Mistress?
You have a full minute. Here, put your head on my lap. There you go. You’re so good and sweet.
I patted her head and she cooed.
Will I get head pats as a rubberdoll, Mistress?
Good rubberdolls always get head pats, sweetie. Are you ready for the next round of adventure?
Very good. Lie down on your belly.
I sat next to her. Now, remember this little tender spot back here?
I stroked the back of her neck, and she shivered.
That’s just the topmost part of a whole, lovely, delightful spine.
My fingers wandered straight down the groove of her back, and she gripped the comforter.
I bet that I could make you come just by dragging one finger up and down, up and down, nice and soft, just like that. Here, let me add a touch more lube. There we go, up and down, up … and down.
She groaned into the bed. May I come, please, Mistress?
You may. But only once, I have one more area to explore.
I focused on the base of her spine and kept up my little soft circles as she cried out. Then I patted her butt.
Let’s give you another breather. How are you doing?
If this is how you treat your rubberdolls, Mistress, I hope you will find me worthy. I mean, I hoped you would before. Um. I’m sorry, Mistress.
You’re cute when you’re flustered. I rather like that. Also, when you blush, you become really adorable. Just like you are now. See, you’re five times more adorable. And you just keep blushing, don’t you? Aw, that’s so very cute. I can barely stand it.
And I hope that is not a problem?
I think I can manage, Mistress.
Very well. Shall we continue?
Good. Now, relax your legs.
I applied another dab of lube to my fingers, then traced their rubbery tips down the back of her legs and behind her kneecaps.
Oh. Oh god. That’s wonderful, thank you, Mistress.
I’m glad, I say as I stroke behind her knee. My fingertips trace their way down the back of her calves to her ankles. I lingered at the hollow around her Achilles tendon, and she yelped and ground her face into the bed.
I’m about to suck your toes. Are you okay with that?
Um. Dommes can suck toes?
Dommes can do whatever they like.
I lick the tip of her big toe.
I took my time licking and sucking her toes while stroking the soles of her feet.
I made her safeword. She broke after the fourth orgasm, sputtering yellow.
It took a few moments for her to speak clearly.
I never thought I’d come like that. Thank you, Mistress.
You’re welcome. And now you’ll understand why I enjoy having my toes sucked.
Would you like me to suck your toes, Mistress?
And I didn’t even have to order you! You make domination so easy! Take off my heels and rub my feet first.
As she dutifully rubbed my feet, I posed for her – adjusting my boobs under the blouse, adjusting my garter straps, sucking on my rubbery fingers, winking and blowing kisses. She was smitten.
She bent down and took my latex-clad toes into her mouth.
No nibbling! That’s my prerogative.
She slurped on my toes, and I caressed my neck and breasts and rubbed between my thighs, and I locked eyes on her again moments before I shuddered and arched my back and hissed and at last slumped.
That’s enough. I’ve decided. You’re a keeper.
I’m so happy, Mistress. I’m glad I make you happy. I’ll be the best dolly for you, promise.
This dolly’s training went superbly well, as you might imagine. I managed to turn every inch of skin into an erogenous zone, with such heightened sensitivity that a single naked touch could induce immediate orgasm.
She wears layers of latex now, to reduce her stimulation enough to function as part of the household. For sex, she strips to a full-body catsuit and lets me toy with her as I please. In return, she is the sweetest little toe-sucker in the dollhouse.
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