by Alice Lloyd
“Hello Nicola, do come in.”
I remember my breath being taken away when I first saw how beautiful the redhead in room 101 was. She was wearing a tight black, sleeveless velvet mini-dress and dark seamed nylons with high black stilettos. Her strawberry-blonde hair tumbled down her back. Her curves, her eyes, her perfume, her make-up – she looked like a film star. And this was my wedding day, for goodness sake! What on earth was my new wife thinking sending me here to this room with her?!
She ordered me to strip and then she revealed that Sarah had given her the key to my chastity device. I was nervously optimistic about the events ahead of me and I was also undeniably excited - too excited initially in front of this sexy, perfumed goddess, to get the chastity device off. She ordered me under the shower and blasted freezing water on my groin area until the plastic cage slipped off easily. I towelled myself off, naked now, still shivering and my dick now shrivelled from the cold, but that was not to last too long.
She led me back into the lounge area and blindfolded me. I was told to be good while she dressed me and then she would reveal my surprise outfit. I was to make no mistake that she would hurt me if I didn’t do exactly as I was told. And she meant it.
I felt delicate lace and silk being pulled up my legs and my arms being put into the straps of a bra and then fastened behind me. I felt a corset being wrapped around my waist and being pulled tight behind me, pulling in my stomach and then stockings added, beautiful sheer stockings being rolled up my legs and attached to the suspenders hanging down from the corset. Her delicate hands and her intoxicating perfume nearly made me pass out in delight as she clipped the suspenders in place.
I then felt the weight of heavy breast forms being inserted into my bra and a cool, exquisitely-lined dress being pulled down over my head. It was tight and clung to my body. It was strange though to be out of the chastity device – a feeling almost like being naked - and I felt my cock hardening in my delicate panties and strain against the lining of the dress.
I was ordered to sit down while shoes were put on my feet and the ankle straps fastened. I then felt a long wig being placed on my head and adjusted until Mistress Amber was satisfied it was straight and secure even when I shook my head from side to side and then she combed it into the exact style she desired.
“Nearly time for the big reveal, honey,” Mistress Amber said softly, almost tenderly, and put a necklace around my neck and refreshed my lipstick, “You’ve been a very good girl, Nicola. Time to see how you look.”
When she took off my blindfold I found myself in front of a full-length mirror. It was obvious what look this outfit was designed to achieve. I was dressed in an identical outfit to Amber, complete with long strawberry-blonde wig and bright-red lipstick. The seamed stockings, the dress, the stilettos, all matched perfectly. Draped from the mirror were matching pairs of long velvet opera gloves. We put on a pair each. There was also a venetian face mask each, made of black velvet and lace. We also put on these matching masks.
We were of a similar height and when she sprayed us both with her perfume we even smelled the same.
“Shame about this,” she said, picking up a riding crop and tapping the end of my hard cock with it, “ruins the line of the dress, but no matter.... no-one will see. It’s pretty exciting being dressed up as me, don’t you think? I assume you enjoy looking like Mistress Amber?”
I couldn’t disagree, I was very excited indeed.
I wanted her – which man with a pulse wouldn’t? - but I had an even stronger urge to be this woman. Later, I would remember that thought and regret it.
She led me by the hand into the separate bedroom.
On the bed I could see what I thought was Sarah in nothing but beautiful white bridal lingerie, heels and a long veil. It looked like Sarah’s body and the hair was the same. I had half expected a man in drag but the curves were too realistic and the contours familiar – that was Sarah’s bust and Sarah’s legs. I said ‘hello’, which made Amber laugh, but Sarah said nothing at all and that intimidated me. It was as if she was playing a staring game with me through her veil and she was making me blink first. How did she get in here? Perhaps she had slipped in when I was in the shower.
She was propped up at the foot of a large iron bed and behind her I could see a large video screen and projector. Next to the projector was a tripod and camera filming and broadcasting live images of this room and the spot on the bed where Sarah was sat. That filled half of a split screen. The other half of the large screen was blank for now.
Mistress Amber told me to go and kiss my bride.
I clambered on to the bed as gracefully as I could in the heels and tight dress and shuffled down to lift her veil.
And then I saw what they had done.
‘Go on, kiss her, it’s your honeymoon isn’t it?’ commanded Mistress Amber, swatting me painfully on my backside.
I did as I was told.
But I didn’t get kissed back.
‘Sarah’ didn’t move.
She was a doll. A very realistic-looking doll.
This was a replica of my wife. My wife Sarah in sex-doll form. The eyes, the hair, the breasts even the shape of her stomach, thighs and legs – it was a frighteningly exact replica. This was a rubber dolly version of Sarah.
“That wasn’t a proper kiss! Is that how you treat your bride on her big night? Show her you love her!” encouraged Mistress Amber and smacked my arse until I kissed Dolly Sarah to her satisfaction.
I stared in disbelief at the lips, the tits, the pussy….
“Yes. It’s a fully functional sex toy,’ she teased, “I hope you appreciate how much your wedding present cost. You’ve been paying for it ever since they demoted you to secretary and Sarah started looking after your finances for you. All those wages and company profits Sarah hasn’t been paying you. All that unpaid work as a secretary and as a cleaner in a maid’s outfit at the end of the day – all that money has been saved to pay for this gift.... and all your pretty clothes, of course, too.”
I groaned and got smacked for being ungrateful.
“It’s a deluxe, bespoke model with a couple of motorized features which I think are genius. You’re about to find out what us girls can come up with when we get together and try to out-do each other with ideas for humiliating sluts like you.”
Mistress Amber inserted a double-ended cock gag into Dolly Sarah’s mouth. It seemed to lock on to something inside the mouth of the doll. I was then ordered to lie on top of my ‘bride’ and the other end of the dildo mouth gag – about three inches of it – was inserted into my mouth with a strap to hold it tightly in place fastened around the back of my reddish wig. If I lifted my head the doll’s head would move too – it was secure and bonded us together I was going nowhere and if I looked down I would be met by the staring lifeless eyes of the doll.
Mistress Amber then tied my wrists to cuffs either side of the doll’s head. When I glanced up at the screen where live images of me were being played, it looked like we were kissing.
She moved next to my dress and lifted it until she could free my cock from the panties I was wearing.
“She’s wet and waiting for you, Nicola, do still you remember what a real man is supposed to do, don’t you? Or perhaps it has been too long?”
She raised the crop, but I was past resisting and inserted my erection, my aching, desperate, straining erection into the rubber pussy lips and fully into the cavity behind.
I don’t know what surprised me more. The realistic warm feel of the pussy, the fact that it was so moist and sloppy, the fact that the doll seemed to grip my cock firmly and immediately on entry, locking me in place and that it gently started to milk me....... or perhaps it was the burst of giggles which emanated from the other half of the video screen which now had been switched on by Amber.
“Does that feel good Nicola?” mocked Sarah, who had obviously been monitoring my progress remotely, “I’m told she has a very realistic pussy with very powerful vaginal
muscles..... and you have to admit, she’s a very pretty dolly isn’t she?”
I had a cock gag in my mouth and wouldn’t have known how to respond to that question anyway – it looked a lot like Sarah, but it was a love doll, for goodness sake. It didn’t stop me from being whacked once more with Mistress Amber’s crop (“You were asked a question, slut!”) until I mumbled something that sounded like “Yes, she’s very pretty,” from behind the gag.
Amber was now securing my waist, thighs and shins with zip-ties to the doll (“Awww, you’re inseparable, now,” she said, “That’s so sweet!”) and then she proceeded to attach ankle cuffs which were then drawn tightly by chains to opposite corners of the bed-frame, spreading my legs and thighs widely and securely, leaving me resting fully on top of the love doll, my cock being milked gently and my arse now wide open, slightly raised, and very vulnerable.
Amber moved behind me and said I should be careful not to cum too soon.
That was easy for her to say. I hadn’t cum for over a month and hadn’t stuck my cock in a pussy, fake or otherwise for over a year. This sex doll felt extremely realistic and I had no doubt that I would be ejaculating soon.
Amber put rubber gloves over her velvet ones and began lubricating my arse. The panties were crotchless (“Just like mine!” she added.) I really was not going to be able to stop myself from cumming. The video images were driving me wild with lust and I couldn’t wait to have Amber don a strap-on and fuck the living daylights out of me. That prospect wasn’t so bad, was it? I actually wanted it. I’d be happy to beg her to fuck me. I suppose it did feel like I was being unfaithful to my new bride, but she’d set this up after all. I wanted Mistress Amber’s strap-on inside me and I didn’t care that my hard cock was inside a love doll. The initial deep shame that I had felt was passing - it actually felt rather good. In fact, it felt great. The humiliation wasn’t so bad, was it? I’d cum in a rubber doll, so what? At least it felt like a pussy and at least I was getting to fuck something for the first time in absolutely ages......
“Tell him about the special feature!” giggled Sarah on the screen.
My God, it was as if she could read my mind. She must have seen me relax and my eyes begin to smile. My expression soon changed.
Mistress Amber had lubed my arse up to her satisfaction and went round to stand in front of me and then bent down to my eye-level. She really was a beautiful woman, but the way she smiled scared me to death. Pure evil.
“OK, Nicola, here’s the best bit. The little suction pussy currently gripping your cock – I’m told it feels really good, does it? – Yes? – Nod for me otherwise I’ll have to whip you again - it does? – good! - you’re already having to fight your first orgasm, aren’t you? – good girl – just a little longer to wait – well that suction pussy connects to a tube and the tube connects to a little reservoir in the dolly’s stomach – and that little reservoir connects to another tube which comes up through her pretty chest and out through her sexy mouth.....through the double-ended cock gag...... and right down your throat.”
Amber was grinning. Sarah’s voice cut in over her shoulder.
“We’ve already filled the reservoir nearly to the top with all the spunk you’ve produced over the past six months. You thought I was being kind to you letting you cum once a week until recently and not making you drink it like I used to. But those 25 loads of cum which I froze and have now defrosted are already in Dolly Sarah and ready to spunk up into your mouth at regular intervals. Remind me what we decided on, Amber?”
“Every 10 minutes.”
“Yes, that’s right, so if my maths is right and you hold off producing any more spunk you have a minimum of four hours of drinking shots of spunk to look forward to. If you cum the doll can sense it and squirts immediately, resetting the timer for another ten minutes.”
My eyes weren’t smiling any more. I suppose this is what she meant by ‘your dessert is waiting for you in the bedroom.’
“Oh, I forgot to mention, we added quite a lot of viagra to the cum mixture, enough to keep you hard for at least four hours, probably more like six or even eight – it’s not an exact science so we erred on the generous side,” Sarah added.
“Shall we switch dolly’s squirter timer and cum-load counter on now?” asked Amber.
“Yes, please, Amber, darling. Holly and Jane have just arrived and you know how much they want to start their honeymoon with a girly foursome and we’re already missing you. Seeing as Nicola will be entertaining us so much it’s only fair that we put on a bit of a show for her in return.”
To my right, hanging from a bedpost Amber placed an LED digital timer that started counting down from 10:00 and next to it was another counter which said 25.
On the screen I could see Holly and Jane, both in bridal lingerie, sit down either side of Sarah on the bed, they both kissed her and then started to stroke her sheer, white, stocking-clad legs and her tits as they all looked directly out at me, pointing with their free hands and laughing hysterically at my predicament.
If they were hoping for a reaction, they got it. The three beautiful women in bridal lingerie pointing and laughing, their kissing and fondling, oh God...... I closed my eyes and started jerking violently and moaning into the cock-gag as the pussy suction device – dear Lord, it felt like the real thing! - milked what must have been a massive wad of spunk out of my cock. It took an age for me to empty my balls, the final spams of my orgasm dying slowly to the echo of girls laughing at me…. Seconds later there was a gurgle and a whoosh deep inside the doll – I pulled my head upwards but the doll moved with me – it was utterly futile…. a similarly large amount of cum spurted and shot into the back of my mouth, down my throat, making me gag on the slime and on the cock filling my mouth.
They all clapped and cheered at what they could all see had happened.
I groaned and closed my eyes. This wasn’t happening. Surely this wasn’t happening....
When I opened my eyes again and looked up at the screen Holly and Jane now were tying Sarah with silk scarves to the four poster bed. She was already squealing with excitement as both girls started to lick and kiss her stomach and chest up towards and over her breasts, flicking her erect nipples as they went.
“Ok Nicola, it looks like the girls have already started without me upstairs, so I’m going to have to get going soon,” Amber said.
“You can see the counter reset to 10:00 when you orgasmed. That was about a minute ago so you’re now a maximum of nine minutes away from your next cum load, and counting. You can also see that the reading for ‘loads remaining’ is still at 25 because you have just replenished the reservoir. Goodness, that’s another four hours and ten minutes, minimum, but I suspect you’re such a slut that it will in fact be considerably longer even than that”’
I moaned in to the gag.
“I suppose you’re already hard again, aren’t you? Or perhaps you’ve stayed fully hard without your cock softening at all? It must be very exciting for you, all this? Is it, Nicola?”
I nodded slowly in agreement. There was no point denying it. On the screen I could see Holly sitting on my wife’s face and Jane between Sarah’s thighs licking her pussy.
Amber turned the volume up. I could hear Sarah’s muffled moans of delight and Holly’s filthy encouragement for Sarah to tongue her pussy harder.
“They’re all so very pretty aren’t they? No wonder you couldn’t keep your erections under control in the office and ended up like this. I can’t wait to get up there and join them. They wanted to pay me for tonight, but I said I would do it for free. You would, wouldn’t you for those three girls?
And in any case I’ve come up with an alternative income stream.”
Holly was yelling filth and shrieking with delight as she orgasmed on Sarah’s face.
Oh God, I could already feel the cum rising up in my balls again.....
Amber could see I was struggling and it amused her greatly.
“Before I go there’s one
final little surprise for you. You might be wondering why we dressed you in the same outfit as me and restrained you in that position. Well, there’s a very good reason. You see, as you’ve probably guessed, I make a living these days as a professional dominatrix. Holly hired me a long time ago when I was just dabbling a bit in BDSM to help her dominate and humiliate a guy she was dating. Since then I’ve decided to specialise solely in this type of work and I’ve built up a surprisingly large client base.”
Amber had picked up the riding crop again and was swishing it in the air as if to demonstrate.
“I beat guys, tease them, humiliate them and emasculate them. You wouldn’t believe how many of you sissy boys there are about and you all seem to want to be controlled by beautiful women. Well, if these guys don’t have a lovely wife or girlfriend like Sarah, then I’m happy to step in, for a fee of course.
I tend to let them out of their chastity devices once a fortnight, or sometimes once a month when they visit me. They don’t all like dressing up initially, but I always make them do it anyway. It’s actually more fun to enforce feminization on a guy who says he hates it. They all admit they love it in the end though. I have a way of conditioning the male sexual response to whatever I choose....and I love to turn them into little sissy dollies and see them suffer to please me.”
Amber went over to the phone on the bedside table.
“What you need to know is that I’ve been running a competition recently and six special clients have won. To win the competition they have been to visit me each week for just over three months – that’s 100 days in total and just over a dozen sessions – I’ve frustrated them, edged them close, but not to the point of orgasm each week and then sealed them in tight, chastity devices – sometimes spiked ones - in between visits. They’ve also had daily tasks to complete so they never stop thinking about me. These guys know how cruel I can be to my little sissies.”
