by Alta Hensley
Janie smiled, and her eyes twinkled in the moonlight. “Yes, a few of them. They’re a lot of fun.”
“What are they like? Are they hard? All these posing exercises have me worried. It seems like it would be difficult to hold for so long while complete strangers are staring at us. Milan was really intense, and I just can’t imagine going kinkier than that.”
“It’s odd at first. But you get to the point where you don’t even notice the people.”
“Do they really make someone else insert the dildo like I’m hearing will happen for some of the Japan pieces?”
“Yes, unless the art you are cast in doesn’t require it for some reason. In one exhibit they did in Paris, two dolls were cast in a piece that had them using the dildos on each other. They each had to thrust the dildo into each other’s ass to the time of the beat. I think they are doing that one again for Japan too. It drew a lot of attention.” Janie must have seen the shock on my face. “It all sounds scary just hearing about it, but once you are in the room, feel the energy, and get in the right mind space, the performance aspect kicks in. You’re no longer Ivy. You truly become the doll you’ve been trained to be. The costume, the eyelashes, the makeup, and the music help make that all happen.” She playfully splashed me. “Don’t worry. It all happens naturally. Trust me. You’ll do great in Japan just as you did in Milan.”
I watched Janie drift off, taking in her perky breasts as they bobbed above the surface of the water. I tried to allow her reassuring words to put my mind at ease, but I couldn’t help but wonder if I would really be able to pull off the whole sex doll act in front of complete strangers if I was cast in something that required audience participation by violating my anus.
Floating on my back, with my eyes closed, I heard the boots thumping against the stamped concrete of the patio as someone approached. The sound of more boots followed.
The shadowed figures on the edge of the pool signaled one thing—we had been caught. Victor and his hired night guards stood in a row on the edge of the pool staring down at us.
Victor’s dark gaze darted to mine and I swam back a tad at the intensity on his face. It quickly softened as he scanned my nude body somewhat concealed by the water of the pool
“Everyone out of the water.” He pointed at the ground in front of him and the night security guards. “I want complete silence.” He scanned the worried faces of each woman scurrying out of the water, as he waited with his arms crossed against his chest. When some of them attempted to reach for their dresses that had been cast off, Victor stated firmly, “Leave the clothes where they are. You didn’t mind your nudity swimming. Why care now? I see you all have decided to break the rules tonight. Apparently, we’ve been too easy on all of you if you so quickly forget the rules and consequences.”
I exited the pool as quickly as everyone else and stood before him. My eyes cast down to the puddle of water caused by my dripping body. As afraid as I was, I couldn’t help but feel excitement in the fact I got to see Victor again. It embarrassed me to admit how much I’d missed him in such a short time.
When everyone stood before him, he paced back and forth. His expression didn’t change. “There are rules for safety. There are rules for submission. There are rules for order. These rules are to be obeyed. You all know The Dollhouse has strict rules for a reason. You can’t be expected to be uniform and proper dolls in the next exhibit if the people who pay thousands of dollars to attend one showing can see a spark of rebellion and wild in any of you. That is not my vision for the dolls. It’s expected for you all to live and breathe complete surrender rather than behave conventionally. You have to be submissive in every inch of your being or the complete effect will be lost. You all know this. Sneaking out of the house, and swimming around as if there isn’t a care in the world, sets back all the work we have been doing by days. We want your bodies stiff, rigid, and not loose and limber like they were swimming around in the pool.”
I swallowed against the dryness in my throat, confused by my growing desire. His voice, his dominance, his stare. I stood before Victor completely nude and at his mercy. The need for his discipline overwhelmed me. Janie was right. I actually was getting turned on by his lecture and could only imagine what a spanking by him while I was wet from both being in the pool and my desire would feel like.
I wasn’t really into BDSM other than to make some money doing a Tasting at Spiked Roses. I was pretty good at faking that I liked it for a wealthy man who paid me do so, and I also was good at being submissive when need be. But never before had I actually truly been turned on. And Victor Drayton was definitely turning me on.
I looked up from the ground and made eye contact with him. His eyes darkened before he averted them from mine. He remained still for a moment, silent, as he scanned the beautiful bodies before him.
“You’ll all be punished for your disobedience.” I looked down at the ground again, trying my best to not smile or giggle. “Follow the guards to the main room. They’ll deliver your punishment.”
I couldn’t help but feel disappointment. I didn’t want discipline—whatever that was going to be—by the hand of a night guard. I wanted Victor.
Fuck.
“Except for Ivy. Since this is your first true punishment, I’ll handle it myself,” he added. I didn’t have to look up to know he was staring at me. I could feel the heat of his gaze.
I stood in the darkness of the night as the dolls followed the security guards back to the house. I saw pity in Janie’s eyes as she mouthed the words, “I’m sorry.”
Victor placed his hand on my lower back, reminding me of when we’d first met, and led me through the house as well.
“We’ll go to my room to deal with your little stunt alone.”
Shame restricted me to answer with a simple, “Yes, sir.”
“You knew you were breaking the rules. You give me no choice but to punish you. I have to keep the structure present at all times. If I go soft, then you all will continue to push and push. You understand that, right?” he asked as his eyes traveled to my exposed breasts, only inches from his body. “My word is my word. The dolls know that, and I need to make sure you do as well.”
“I understand.” My voice cracked as we headed up the steps to the house.
He led the way into his private quarters, locking the door behind us. I eyed the room, my gaze settling on Victor as he approached a fireplace. He knelt down and lit the fire—a welcomed heat to my chilled skin from being wet and naked for so long.
“Come stand by the fire and warm up,” he ordered softly.
I slowly walked to where he stood, offering a hooded glance and a smile.
“Once you’re warm, I want you to walk over to that doll stand in the corner and pose for me.” He walked toward a reading chair and a table that had several glass decanters on it. He picked up the one filled with a caramel-colored liquid, and poured himself a drink.
My heart twisted in embarrassment that I still had no clothing on, and he wanted me to pose naked. I made my way over to the doll stand with as much poise as I could. My wet hair still dripped down my back, making me even more aware of my nudity. I took a step on the wooden podium, clenching my trembling hands in front of my stomach, pointed my toes inward, and angled my torso to the right while I tilted my head to the left. I stood there in my perfect doll pose and waited. The dripping water from my hair trickling over my breasts, combined with the night wind blowing through the open window, acted as soft kisses to my nipples.
“You’re truly a piece of art standing there like that. Raw, pure…” His deep voice surprised me. The compliment so straightforward, yet so complex. “I want to know your thoughts right now. Don’t hold back. Tell me exactly what you’re thinking.”
“I’m afraid.” My voice seemed to bounce off the walls around me.
“Of me or the impending punishment?”
“Both.”
In the silence of the room, I could hear him take a sip of his drink. The crackling
of the fire enhanced the masculine energy around me.
“I want you to lower your hand and touch yourself. But except for one hand, remain in your doll position.”
I did as he asked, parting my honeyed folds with my fingers.
“Are you wet? Does your pussy scream to be entered?”
I almost choked on a moan. “Yes. So much so.”
“Rub yourself. Collect your juices.”
I did as he commanded, trying not to moan at my own touch.
“Why are you wet, Ivy? Is it the knowledge that you’ll be disciplined?” He paused, and I could hear him take a swallow of his drink. “Is it not knowing what exactly I plan to do?”
I remained silent. I didn’t know the answer to that.
“Touch your clit with your fingertip and roll it gently.”
I did as he asked, grateful for his command. A soft sigh escaped my lips.
“Who are you thinking of as you touch yourself?”
I paused. Did I have the guts to tell the truth?
“Place your finger at the entrance of your cunt. Leave it there.” He paused. “Tell me who you’re thinking of right now.”
“You,” I answered, barely above a whisper.
The heat on my face matched the heat between my legs. I held my position and stared at the ground, not being able to process all the emotions flooding through me.
“Look at me,” Victor commanded as he approached and stood before me.
I looked up and held his gaze as he spread my legs with a gentle push of each thigh with his cold fingertips. He cupped his palm against my pussy. “There’s something about you,” he whispered. “I feel your submission by just looking at you. Such control and refinement when you try. Power and strength exudes from you, yet you’re so out of control at the same time. It’s almost like I can see the struggle going on inside. Almost as if loud drums attack your mind while you concentrate on silencing your body while in doll pose. Your body is still, but your eyes are not. That is what I so desperately try to capture with my art. You have mastered it.”
Silence filled the room as he studied me. His eyes searched for some sort of explanation.
“You know I must punish you, right?”
I nodded.
He sat down on a high-back wooden chair and patted his thigh. No words needed to be said for me to know that he expected me to lay over his lap. I did without a moment’s hesitation. I had been spanked before on a spanking bench, and a St. Andrew Cross as part of Tastings, but never just over a man’s lap in an old fashioned and traditional way before I had met Victor. Now, I almost welcomed the connection.
His hands lifted my hair off my back and gently placed the tresses over my shoulder. His fingertips caressed my spine, moving down lower until he made small circles on the cheeks of my ass—each caress languid and easy. He had a masterful touch, demanding compliance before the first sting of correction. I stared at the dark cherry wood floor, readying myself for the punishment in store.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as the first slap made contact with my bottom. A fire broke out over my flesh as his hand showered a spanking very different than anything I had experienced in role-play or as part of a Tasting. This one hurt. This one hurt in the most shocking of ways as Victor swatted me relentlessly, one slap after another, growing in force and tempo. All control I thought I possessed escaped me as I struggled to not beg for mercy. My groans, mixed with spank after spank, rang off the walls. His firm, muscled thighs brushing against my body gave me a sense of security through the pain as the spanking continued. His heavy breath mixed with my gasps and whimpers as his hand landed over and over against the inferno of my exposed ass.
“Please!” I called out. “Mr. Drayton, please. It hurts.”
“Yes, Ivy. A punishment does.”
Spank after spank flooded upon me, each one building in intensity as my body writhed in discomfort. The power of his hand rivaled any wooden paddle or leather strap that could have been used.
All poise I had tried to maintain going into the punishment, vanished. I wanted off his lap and out of his room as quickly as I could. I tried to wiggle myself free which only had his grip on me tighten and his slaps upon my ass come down even harder.
This hurt! This fucking hurt! Who in their right mind would actually want to be spanked? I sure as fuck didn’t! I’d thought I did… and maybe I would think it again out of plain stupidity and forgetfulness. But right now… right now, I wanted it to stop!
Just as my body reached its maximum ability to accept the discipline, the thunderous waves of punishment ceased. I stared at the ground, watching my own tears drip to the floor. I didn’t want to move. I was too scared that Victor was only pausing to catch his own breath, but he would eventually start up again.
Luckily, Victor pulled me up and wrapped his arms around me. I sat on his lap and whimpered against the lee of his neck like I had after the medical examination.
He kissed my head and whispered, “The punishment is over.”
He had kissed me.
I felt it.
It was a kiss. So tender. So affectionate.
So unlike Victor Drayton.
As the sting in my ass subsided, my submission grew. A need to please Victor took over every one of my loud and demanding senses. I reached for his hand and placed it over my breast.
“I want to please you.” I released a soft gasp when he allowed me to stand up and lower his pants. I licked my lips. “I want to feel the weight of your cock against my tongue.”
For a moment, I wondered if Victor hated dirty talk from a woman, but I couldn’t help it. His dominance, the pain that throbbed on my ass only matched the throbbing in my pussy. I wanted to taste him. I needed to taste him.
Victor nodded his approval as I continued to remove his shoes and all his clothing completely. The power it gave me fueled a craving I didn’t know existed. The discarded material spilled effortlessly to the floor.
I kneeled before him, parting his knees as I explored his hardened cock.
I placed my finger gently on the tip.
I took a moment to look into his eyes as I placed the tip of my tongue against his dick to sample. Continuing to keep my eyes locked with his, I eased my mouth over the velvet head of his cock, tasting the smooth skin, caressing his shaft with every hungry pass of my tongue.
His low moan delighted me as I raised my mouth up and down his entire shaft. The salty taste, the musky scent, caused a heat to surface between my legs that begged for satisfaction. I sucked, I licked, I did everything I could think of to please Victor.
As his cock pressed against the back of my throat, I looked up and made eye contact with him again. His dark eyes blended with his dark features. The intensity in his stare sent a shock wave of lust through my body.
He began to thrust his hips and drove his dick deeper, demanding I open wider for him. His breathing labored, his eyes closed, and he released a deep moan as his seed shot to the back of my throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could, surprised by the liquid that surged into my mouth. Seeing his pleasure gave me a sense of power I never had before. This is what I wanted. I wanted to please. This was not out of duty or because some man had paid me via a Tasting to do so. No, with Victor, I had wanted to please this man from deep inside of me.
His body quivered for a moment, and then he commanded, “Go lie on your back on my bed and spread your legs.”
I rose from my kneeling position as quickly as I could. I wiped at my mouth, ridding my lips of the small drops of come that had escaped. When I reached his bed, I took in the elegance of the fabrics and pillows. Dark hues of blues cascaded over a bed so much larger than the twin bed I had been sleeping on. A canopy of thick velvet fabric connected the four posts made of carved wood. Decadence engulfed this bed.
I crawled onto it and did as he asked. I spread my legs as wide as I could, allowing the air to waft across the moist skin of my bare pussy. Before I could lie there long, Victor crawled between m
y legs, the bed dipping beneath his weight, and placed his lips to my clit and kissed.
He paused after the simple, but delicious touch, and whispered, “Is this what you want? This isn’t expected as part of the punishment.”
I nodded my head. My voice had been stolen by lust.
He kissed again, but this time followed the kiss with a lick. His tongue circled my clit over and over. The mesmerizing act captured every breath I released. I moaned with every flick, I gasped with every sensual suck and nibble, and I mewled when his finger pressed past the entrance of my pussy. He licked, he kissed, he sucked, and he thrust his finger repeatedly until I could feel the building heat take over.
“Victor,” I murmured. I wanted to say more but could only manage to say his name.
“Come for me, Ivy. I want to watch you come against my hand.”
His words were all it took to push me over the ledge. An orgasm shook my body to the point that colors blurred around me. A surge of passion took over my entire being.
Victor’s mouth descended. His kiss conquered my lips as I’d so desperately been hoping he would someday do.
Passion erupted, a fervor stronger than any power known to man. His kiss dominated every sense in my body. It demanded every emotion, every feeling. Everything in me became his with one demanding kiss. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t reason, couldn’t put up any resistance at all even if I’d wanted to. My body sizzled beneath his hungry stare. Lust melted my core. My pussy throbbed in anticipation.
I licked my lips in anticipation.
The candlelight fired his dark hair, his face glowed in the warm light. His hard edges softened as he pressed the palm of my hand against his chest. I could feel his heart beat against my touch. He never released me of his stare as the rhythm of his life pounded against my hand. One beat at a time, the connection between us formed.
