Shara - The new Latex-Doll / Part 8 (Patreon)

(Damn! Where is the Zipper? - Movimento 1)

Part 8

"You have successfully completed the first part of your contract, and not only that, thanks to you I have sold many things before the messenger arrived," Beky admitted, "now you can step off the platform and I will assist you to get to my work room. There we will take your pictures, and then I will help you take off the suit."

Shara grunted and gestured with her hands in rejection of the offer. Beky was surprised to see this reaction from Shara, knowing that she desperately carved relief. With a puzzled look she stepped back and stood there waiting. Then suddenly Shara continued to gesture, trying to make herself understood. She didn’t want to take the pictures already. She felt so hot, so horny, she was a SexDoll and loved it. So close to having an orgasm and not being allowed to. Remembering Beky’s phrase, that until she did the photo shoot, she would be hers. . . Under her complete control. . . Shara wanted to remain the property of someone like Beky.

After several attempts to make herself understood, Shara reached her hand to her chest, right over her heart, gently beat it twice, and then pointed to Beky. The young shopkeeper at first looked surprised by the gesture, but when Shara repeated the gesture, she realized what she meant. She was hers, and the young woman's own heart made a small leap of joy. "Okay, I’ll give you a little more time to stay my mannequin, but only until I close the shop", Beky said with a big smile.

The shopkeeper felt a bit strange about the joy at understanding Shara, whom she barely knew, but realized that the two had connected almost immediately. And the idea of having someone like Shara keep her company made her happier than she expected. Plus the idea that she might be somewhat more naughty to her, the same way she had been to the messenger, intrigued her. Beky now though of Shara only as her very own SexDoll, pushing aside that she was a woman too.

For all this, Beky decided to take advantage of the situation and decided to put to her SexDoll some new, stricter, conditions. The first one, which meant that she would treat her Doll like a store item, the new SexDoll accepted. For the second, she would have to wear two wireless toys in her recesses. And the LatexDoll also accepted. Then Beky decided to really go further, third her Doll would have to wear an amulet glued to her forehead and fourth she would have to "sit" on the special gadget, where she would be restrained by her wrists and ankles. The Doll looked across the room at the strange seat and nodded her head, accepting once again.

After accepting all of Beky’s new conditions, the LatexDoll went over to the show gadget in the store. Her now total owner then helped her get seated on the metal contraption. This consisted of a massive upright metal post, to which a massive horizontal metal "seat" was connected. There also were two smaller horizontal metal bars with red steel rings, where the SexDoll would have to insert her feet and hands. After some adjustments, by remote control, the SexDoll was able to "sit" halfway comfortably. When the Doll had put her hands and feet through the rings, with the operation of a button, the rings tightened and everything fit perfectly and comfortably, but without allowing an escape of it's rubber prisoner.

The "seat" part of the gadget had a built-in double sex toy, extra designed for each of the two holes, for the women who wanted to use that instrument. The SexDoll let out a strong moan of pleasure and longing, as she sat on the "seat" and felt that two fat things, one rather more striated, the second much longer than the first, entered into her.

Beky tenderly stroked the face of her LatexDoll, which trembled with pleasure, and could not stop moaning. Then she put something on her doll's forehead. It must have been that amulet her mistress had told her about, the Doll though. . . OH GOD! This pretty girl, with an angelic face, dressed in red, and with a load of mischief worthy of a devil, was now her mistress. . . and her heart beat even harder, realizing that this SexDoll was more her mistress's than those words could express. She had never felt anything like that for a man, let alone a woman. . . she never imagined that one day, she would wish for a woman to completely own her.

Had she definitely changed since she walked into the store, or had she just discovered something that had been latent in her, that she hadn't known about? It was clear that she was not just a lesbian, as she continued to regret that the messenger would not test drive her, even wishing to feel his hot splash on the latex or to know if she could feel him if he climaxed inside her. But what surprised her the most was, she loved being a realistic Latex-Sex-Doll for Beky and wanted to be a SexDoll all weekend, belonging to Beky.

Suddenly Beky’s lips were thrown over her SexDoll’s, and she kissed her, in the most loving way possible, considering that her Doll could not close her mouth. The LatexDoll wanted to react and put her weight behind kissing back, but her mouth and head failed to react to her wishes. The SexDoll realized she couldn’t move a single muscle in her body. Her arms did not obey her, her legs seemed to have petrified. She wanted to warn her owner that something was wrong with her, but she realized that she couldn’t make even the slightest sound anymore, not even breathing.

"I have to put my little Doll back to work," Beky said, grabbing a remote from the back of her SexDoll’s seat. And with a click of a botton, the Doll forgot that she couldn’t move as she felt the toys come to life and flood her body with pleasure. As she was about to reach an orgasm the dildos suddenly stopped, leaving her frustrated and happy to be totally controlled at the same time.

"As your owner, I order you not to move! Be a real sex doll, stay still like before," Beky commanded, quite unnecessarily as the Doll was unable to move anyway. "If you can put up with it, I promise that every time a customer walks away with a bought product, you’ll get this as a reward," she teased, then connected the remote with the cash register. "Now you don’t have to pretend, silly. . . I know very well how these toys work, at home I have several models of all the. . . Oops a client. . ."

So the SexDoll was trapped in her "seat" for the next two hours. Not knowing why she couldn’t move and wondering if the owner she loved would realize what was happening to her. But every download that accompanied each customer’s purchase, made her worry fade as long as she felt the dildos moving inside her. Meanwhile she heard the giggling from Beky and noticed the look of satisfaction on the face of her mistress.

to be continued...