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Living Doll Pt3 - Ever After - DONE

Dolly had been dressed up in the most precious little outfit today: a stiff, puffy, lolita maid dress! Oh, she looked such a picture, smiling away, bent over the bed with her back perfectly straight, awaiting punishment for dropping a tray of drinks a few moments prior.

The spillage had hardly been her fault, mind. After all, how could a ditzy thing like Dolly be expected to carry a tray of drinks for her Master? Especially with that wonderful vibrator in her butt. She was so clumsy, which is exactly why Master taunted her in this way, forcing her to parade around the house in the highest of platform heels, wobbling around with a huge, pliant smile on her face, desperately trying to power through how her ass was pulsing.

"Stupid doll," Dream scolded, after a sudden increase in vibrations had caused Dolly's knees to buckle and, subsequently, the doll to drop the tray. "Dumb whore. Can't even be trusted to bring me my drinks. Get to the bedroom, now!"

"Of course, Master. My sincerest apologies, Master," George softly uttered, his cheeks flushing crimson in anticipation for what was to surely follow.

Dream stalked into the room, after leaving George in his compromising position for almost twenty minutes. George wasn't fazed by the wait though, having learned now that the build up was the sweetest part. In one swift motion, Dream sat on the bed and pulled the doll across his lap, immediately bringing his hand down hard on George's ass and forcing a choked moan to escape from his mouth.

"Agh-aaahh!~"

"Filthy slut, getting off on her punishment. You really are pathetic-" Dream hissed, bringing his hand down again and receiving the same wanton response from George. "You are nothing. You are an inanimate object-- a toy for me to play with. Do you understand?"

"Oohhh~" The hand came down again. "Your toy, M-ah!-Master! Only yours! Not a person, j-nngh!-just a toy!" Dolly sobbed, tears running down her porcelain cheeks, glistening so beautifully.

A tiny voice-- quite insignificant, quite easy to ignore, but quite persistent nonetheless-- chose now to speak up in George's head. It tried to shame him, to scold him for how much he was enjoying what he'd become. But George merely giggled aloud, eliciting more smacks, harder smacks, contact that rocked George's body with force. He'd grown to love it, to love that nauseous feeling in his gut: the last remnants of his shame.

Gone was the timid coward, that sad, deprived little man, afraid of what he wanted, afraid of never getting it. In his place was something perfect: the epitome of femininity and grace and sluttiness. She was a work of art, her Master told her as much every day.

His perfect doll.

All for him. 

After George had finished taking his punishment, Dream soothed his ass, rubbing tender circles on the plump flesh and softly uttering how pretty his doll looked right now, how perfect she was. George drank up the praise, learning to love it almost as much as he loved the degradation.

"How about some time in dollspace? Would you like that, Dolly? To be left frozen and helpless for a few hours?"

George started beaming, a smile so wide and eager.

"Oh yes, Master! Please!~ Leave me for hours! Forget all about me, if you will. I-I love it!"

"You beg so pretty, Dolly. How could I ever say no to you, my darling?"

Dream rose from the bed, guiding George over to his special spot, designated 'Dolly's Display Case', and starting to manoeuvre him into position. George's heart fluttered with every new touch, every gentle, guiding motion. He loved to follow Dream's every command, knowing that his good behaviour never went unrewarded.