Rose had been in shock the whole weekend; not getting up till late and then just wandering around the house in a daze unable to answer the phone not wanting to see or talk to anyone. Forcing down some toast she retched on the idea that an android couldn't eat, for it reminded her too clearly of how she had felt.

He had apologised profusely explaining it was all in her mind and she hadn't been turned into an android at all. It had been so real!

His project was to use android prosthetic limbs for those lost in an accident. The clever part was using drugs and hypnosis to implant into the mind acceptance of these new limbs. She had awoken in hi slab thinking he replaced her whole body with that of an androids. His program had brain washed her into accepting the idea and it felt so real.

She tried to become angry over what he had done to her but it wasn't possible. Instead she was confused over the feelings engendered by the experience in that lab. He had taken her but she couldn't even complain about that for she had offered up her body to him.

At first she pretended it was because she thought it was an androids body she was offering, but they both knew this was nonsense. It took the whole weekend to acknowledge being turned on while acting as an android. She had been treated like a doll and even now the thought of it was arousing. Rose wanted to cast aside all moral restrictions, to be free. Free to do anything however wickedly sexual it might be.

After agonising thoughts she worked out it would be better to let someone be in control telling her what to do, removing all responsibilities for a short time. It would let her loose from a moral chastity belt a strict upbringing had fastened tightly around her mind and body. Something had happened, while she thought she was an android, which enhanced the sex a hundred fold. This last piece of the puzzle eluded her but she would discover what it was, without doubt.

In the office she wondered how stupid she had been to be fooled by that man. It now seemed ludicrous to think of herself as an android so all she wanted to do was forget about it. Just put it behind her and get on with business and the rest of her life. It was never going to happen again.

***

"I've seen your report, Rose. I didn't think you could be affected by the emotional content of a business. No! In this case that's good. I agree with you, the project will make money once the system has been approved by the authorities. It's long term of course, but it's good to be linked to a worth while cause. You made a good decision there," Guy complimented her.

"Thank you Guy. You've looked at the figures? The company can benefit from an association with such a worth while product but I'll have to feed it to the press to scoop the good publicity," Rose said and smiled back at him.

"That's not what I dropped in to talk about. You've been off form this week. On past performance you deserve a break and perhaps its time to take it. I won't take no for an answer. Just do it!" he smiled.

Why wasn't she heartened by the smile? It was too damn predatory. Was he making room for someone else? She had plenty of contacts but if out of the way for awhile he could move a protégé in.

"Damn! I do need a break from this cut throat business and this organisations infighting," she sighed, after the door silently closed behind the boss. She would take it easy and look for a get-away vacation. There was a masked ball at Daphne's this weekend so that would be a welcome distraction.

Rose took a long lunch shopping for an outfit to wear for the weekend. Pulling absently another from a rack she read the description without thinking about it too much. Her stomach muscles tightened. She felt sick and dizzy. Rather than put it back she determined to overcome the fear. "I'm a strong sensible woman, not some stupid air brained girl," she whispered.

In the changing room she dare not look in the mirror. It was a tight fit but the costume was on and her breathing had returned to normal. The problem like any other could be conquered with patience and perseverance. Rose stepped out of the changing room and nearly fell.

The heels were so high they left her feet pointing straight down. The dress had a built in corset tightened under the ribs making it difficult to breath. There wasn't much of a top to it either but that was expected from a Barbie doll outfit. If she fluffed up her hair and dyed it blonde she had the perfect look to go with the outfit.

The mirror didn't lie. She wasn't an android but a doll. With a mask at the ball she could get away with it. Rose stood there staring at the image finding it worked as well as the time in the lab as an android. An android, or doll, either seemed to work on her subconscious. This was a start to finding out what had been triggered inside her in that damn laboratory.

Some loud young guys walked in shouting some football slogans. They were teasing one of them about getting married. They were obviously looking for a theme for a stag night. Rose turned and tottered in the wrong direction, nearly falling.

"Here, careful, you might hurt yourself," a young man said as he grabbed an arm. Rose recognised them as stockbrokers from the same company just a floor below her office. They didn't seem to recognise her though, which was a small comfort.

Instead of wobbling back to the dressing room she was being led around the store and couldn't seem to get her breath to complain.

"Look at his beauty, do you think we could bring her along as part of the fun?" the young man said to his friends. They dropped the bags to gather close about her leaving her feeling dominated; nearly swooning from all the maleness swamping her senses.

She was about to tell the lower class boys to clear off. She wouldn't call them ruffians because they earned so much but they were certainly not of her calibre. Couldn't they see she was top floor management? Catching sight of the outfit in a mirror elicited a slight groan.

She was dressed as a Barbie doll and a rather racy one at that. Her breasts were too big for the outfit which clung to her body, and was working its way between the cheeks of her bottom. She dare not look at what was happening between her legs.

"We've a conference room booked with plenty of booze and entertainment. Do you think you could take us all on? Just the four of us I mean. A thousand pounds! Just say yes doll," he enthused.

Somehow she found herself agreeing with a nod, still unable to speak. Their presence was so over whelming or was it something else, that dark side inside her?

They had been drinking before this and the pure energy pulsed from every pore. That's how they worked in the office making deals and she had heard they played hard too. What they meant she hardly knew but couldn't refuse as she was dragged along by their enthusiasm.

Something about being called a doll was working on her too. At least he was guiding her in the right direction, back to the dressing room.

"A quick one before the others get stuck in, a doll?" he said.

Again he called her a doll and fear or something else was wrenching at her stomach, her innards seemed to turn to water, leaving her weak. Without his help she slid to the floor, at last free of the punishing shoes. He didn't seem to be helping rather he was pushing her onto her knees.

She looked up ready to tell him to leave and she would follow later. All that couldn't be said with a look so a deep breath was needed. The corset pushed against her ribs crushing the intended words. She opened her mouth wide and he slipped in.

His cock was in her mouth! A gurgled cry of anguish was all she managed but there was little breath to shout anything. His cock hit the back of her throat and she choked. He grabbed her hair to use it for leverage and rocked back and forth in her mouth.

She clamped it tight inadvertently gripping his cock in a tighter embrace enhancing his feeling of fucking a tight pussy. The gargling sounds of anger vibrated up his shaft adding to the experience. She could feel he was close to orgasm and started to panic.

She pulled her head back almost freeing her mouth but he pushed forward, still gripping her hair, and again she pulled back. At least his cock was no longer down her throat but she definitely didn't want him to cum in her mouth. A mighty pull and she was free, his cock bounced in front of her face where she was tempted to bite it.

It spurted great clots of off white sperm. It splashed into her face, mouth and nose then dribbled over the outfit. Rose sat back on her haunches in shock. The nasty cock was right there in front of her. He wiped it across her face and she went for it like a dog after a snake.

She only managed to touch its tip with her lips a couple of times as he wiggled it around in front of her as though it were a game. She gave up trying to bite it as he was enjoying the game too much, thinking she was trying to kiss it.

She slumped back onto her thighs, feeling used and beaten. "Here is half now the rest later. See you in the Smith conference room as soon as you get cleaned up. The guys will be waiting for you. Don't blow them as good as you did me or I'll be jealous," he warned her in mocking tones.

She pulled the outfit off almost ripping it from her body. "Damn!" she whispered over and over. It was now absolutely clear what he meant. He thought she was a whore and this money was payment to entertain his friends. She was expected to attend their drinking session and blow them too. "Damn! Bastards!" she exclaimed.

There was no way she could chance running into them over there even if she sneaked up to the top floor of the office building, it was too risky. They were all too high to be discreet and even if they were sober they would brag to their friends about what had happened, what she had done.

She couldn't take the chance of being recognised by them and being talked about. She could hear the awful whispers buzzing around in her mind. "He had the whore doll blow him. That self important bitch from upstairs plays at being a whore doll."

She wiped her face with the outfit and screwed it up angrily, throwing it in a heap on the floor. The outfit couldn't be put back after being splashed with cum so she folded it carefully and paid for it at the counter. Fortunately the young guy was oblivious of the despicable act she had performed.

She hurried back to her car and sped home where she could cry a flood of tears. "Come on Rose you stupid bitch, don't let them get to you," she shouted out loud. Her hand went down between her legs for she couldn't resist one second more.

Screeching to a halt in a side road she leaned back in the seat with thighs spread furiously rubbing the crotch of her panties. Impatiently scratching them to one side she found her swollen nub and plucked at it in haste, desperate to cum.

The terrible ordeal in the cubicle where she was dressed as a lurid pink Barbie doll became an intense fantasy. She was that young mans doll ready to perform anything for him. Unable to resist anything, committed to obeying him like a good little dolly she revelled in the squalid act.

Feeling bad and naughty, but above all engulfed in an intense sexual arousal, she frigged herself with passion. She quickly brought herself off. Slumping forward in the seat she twitched, breathing heavily from a desultory orgasm. It was some small relief but not enough.

A knock on the side window rocked her back to reality. She looked around looking startled, wondering where she was. A man stood gaping at her. He was a decent ordinary looking man. The astonished look on his face reminded her to pull the skirt down and she ran a hand through her hair.

He said something to her but she quickly put the car in gear and sped off not hearing a word of it. He had seen her, watched her masturbating! She should have felt dirty and sordid but was instead exhilarated and floated home with a breeze in her sails.

The outfit was washed clean but thought it could never ever be worn to the party after what had happened. The naughty public orgasm seemed to have opened up a whole world of ideas. Rose had never had such an orgasm. It had been uncontrolled and liberating. It had been refreshing rather than satisfying. Rose determined to see what might happen if she wore it again.

***

The two men sitting in the bar talking together looked incongruous. Randall was tall, sophisticated and discreetly wealthy, whereas the younger man was short, dishevelled and flamboyant.

John was a little rough looking but carried it off with youthful good looks, enough to be attractive to women liking a rugged charm. Women soon found him superficial once past the flirtatious period of a relationship and dumped him, which suited his purpose perfectly, as he merely wanted to have fun. One woman was different, finding something in him the others hadn't.

"Bring me the CD and you'll have the flight ticket and payment in cash," Randall told him.

"So! What will be on that recording exactly?" John asked.

"It's just a business meeting, nothing illegal. It'll give me an edge, that's all. Just don't get caught breaking in to the hotel conference room or you'll give away the advantage," Randall warned him.

"I know what to do. Everything's prepared. I've borrowed my brother-in-laws van for the job. With the excuse of checking out computers in the conference room it'll be easy," John smiled, trying to reassure this lucrative client.

Randall's story was probably true but he still intended to check the recording in case he could make more from it. The air ticket and money would provide a good vacation but a little more was always welcome.

The mobile phone rang. "Hi. No I can't I'm in a meeting. Yes it's a bar but its still business." John said, frowning at the intrusion.

Randall watched him wave his hands around expressively. "A girlfriend giving you trouble?" he smiled with an arched eyebrow of enquiry.

"Yes and no," John grimaced. Tipping back the drink he added, "Thanks, I need this. She's not my girlfriend, not since a few weeks back. She's so very attractive, it's a pity," he said, round a mouthful of whiskey.

Intrigued Randall had to ask. "What's a pity about being attractive?" Randall enquired.

"She likes to play games, bedroom games. Not my sort of thing at all," John said, with wink.

Looking at John he could see it might not be. He was a straight to the point sort of fellow who gulped a fine malt whiskey. "What sort of games?" Randall asked, regretting the question already. He didn't want this oaf revealing a sordid love life.

"I guess we all have something special that turns us on. Sometimes we don't meet the right person or happen upon that certain something," John said, looking uncharacteristically thoughtful.

"I'm intrigued, you can't stop there! What is it John, you must tell me now," Randall asked, while signalling to the waiter for another round.

"It all started when I met Rose at a fancy dress party. She was dressed as a Barbie doll. I took one look at her and couldn't see anyone else. That's saying something for me," he chuckled with is whole body flexing in amusement.

"I took her home, nice place. For the entire weekend I treated her like a doll. I mean she wanted me to treat her like a doll. When she persisted with the game it became annoying. She keeps calling me for a special weekend. Apparently she hasn't found anyone else to play the game with," John sighed.

"What does she look like?" Randall asked.

"Well, I guess, like a Barbie doll," John laughed. "Long blond hair, long legs, with large breasts. They're perched over this skinny waist so it looks as though she'll fall over with every step she takes. She has a perfect petite figure, like a perfect Barbie doll. The outfit at the party was perfect. The skirt was short and she looked like a blonde bimbo," John laughed.

"I was mistaken though. She's some kind of highflyer in an investment company. Now she wants to play at being a dumb blond, being ordered around, told what to do, what to wear," John told him. "I haven't got time for all that crap."

"Sounds as though you need someone to take her off your hands," Randall smiled. He was intrigued with an overactive imagination working overtime. Often busy with business this sounded like the perfect playmate, ready to play at a weekend when he had some time.

Randall sized John up as being unscrupulous, so perhaps they could make a deal over this too. The young man was sceptical at first but when Randall offered him an introduction fee he perked up, more so after another round of drinks.

"Rose may not be so agreeable, to being foisted onto a stranger," Randall thought out loud as though exploring a new line of thought at the same sounding John out.

Elaborating on a game plan for a special weekend John enthusiastically agreed. He was happy to make some extra cash while at the same time getting rid of Rose.

On the phone to Rose, John clarified the arrangements to pick her up hoping she hadn't changed her mind.

Her voice changed to a sweet innocent tone before ringing off. "That's sweet John. Thank you so such, I'm looking forward to it," Rose knew he wasn't into the game so it was all the more considerate of him. She dare not tell anyone else about this obsession, it would be just too embarrassing.

She pulled on a coat and hat to go shopping. As a treat she would buy him some jewellery or a watch and while out she might as well buy a lovely new dress with all the necessary accessories.

***

John thought she looked ridiculous prancing around in the lacy little outfit and kept telling himself it would soon be over. He had taken her to Randall's house where all evening she was happily preparing and fetching snacks and drinks.

As long as he spoke to her and treated her like some dumb blonde doll she seemed happy enough. John just hoped this was not all a waste of time. He had half the fee up front, the rest when she agreed to stay the weekend.

The only consolation was taking advantage of the opulent surroundings, especially the malt whisky. Randall was obviously rich and he was regretting not screwing more money out of him.

When the front door slammed it seemed the spell was about to be broken. "Stand still doll," he told her. Watching carefully for a reaction he noticed the hesitation knowing she was reluctant to share the game with someone else. Apart from the party they had never been out or shared this fetish with anyone.

"Be a good doll and do as you're told," he ordered Rose firmly. "This is Randall's house, a good friend of mine. I want to show off my lovely doll to him before we go," he said. John spoke reassuringly and firmly hoping she wouldn't run away from the intrusion of a stranger.

Rose felt fragile verging on stupid. It was clear she couldn't leave without John as the house was out of town and she had no money on her. He had made sure of that telling her it was his treat.

Rose froze on hearing someone enter the house. Earlier she wondered how John had obtained the keys to such a wonderful country house, even wondering if they were intruders. The fetish had become such an obsession she had quickly dismissed such unpleasant thoughts to immerse herself in the role.

The thought of someone seeing her like this was dreadful. Despite herself a trembling thrill of expectancy ran through her body. Already feeling squishy she became hot at the thought of being shown off before a stranger. Unable to move she waited staring at the lounge door.

The ornate door handle turned so slowly it was an agony waiting to be discovered. As the door slowly swung open she looked down at the antique Persian rug trying to hide a blushing face in long blonde hair.
Randall walked in with a rehearsed indifference to the young woman. "Hello John, hope you've had a nice evening. My meeting completed early and I had nowhere to go. Felt too tired to visit the club, so here I am," he explained.

He made no comment or move that might spoil their game hoping John would keep to the plan. He plonked himself down in a large wingback chair trying to seem relaxed.

"This is my doll, Randall. Say hello, Sir," he told Rose.

"Good evening, Sir," she murmured, looking embarrassed, nevertheless curtsying in keeping with the role. It was easier to sink into the role, as a way of escape, rather than face the awkwardness of explanations.

Randall noted John seemed keen to show her off like a new toy. Perhaps he was thinking of upping the price. While she had her back to him preparing a drink he took a closer look at the so called doll.

She indeed met the specifications outlined a few days ago. The little pink dress was less revealing than most young women wore to a nightclub yet it was alluring. It enhanced the feminine shape with an effect on Randall, leaving him staring at every twist and turn of that wonderful body.

When she bent over to mix drinks the flared light hem bounced to reveal a pair of frilly panties. When she bent over him with a silver tray he couldn't keep his eyes off the ample bosom. He was reminded of John's remark that they were natural and over such a tiny waist, he was right, it looked as though she would topple in the high heels at any moment.

Seeing her relax in their company he thought it time to step into John's role. "Bring me some snacks doll," he ordered.

"What would you like, sir?" she asked quietly, acting as naturally as she had when responding to John.

The evening went quietly enough with the two men trying hard to concentrate on a conversation made difficult from not knowing each other well. John was bored with the game but carried on with the charade. Randall was excited but kept it under control.

Rose retreated into her game beginning to enjoy having two men to serve. She didn't want to be just a maid though. She wanted to experience again the feeling of being just a doll though still unsure what that meant or how to achieve it.

It was getting late so as arranged John made his excuses leaving her with Randall. She looked as though she was about to drop the role and complain, wanting to leave with him. "Be a good doll and look after my friend," he told her and pecked her on the forehead.

"Do you promise to look after my doll, Randall?" he asked. He watched her looking between them, unsure, yet still saying nothing.

"I'll do my best John. The doll can sleep upstairs in the nursery. The bed there is made up ready. I'm afraid there are rather a lot of other dolls left there from when children used it. Do you mind sharing with other dolls?" Randall asked.

John could see her caught in a dilemma, unsure how safe this was yet liking the sound of this new game.

"Do you have time to show doll the room, to see if she likes it?" Randall asked.

A good idea John thought and started to wonder how much preparation had gone into this.

Randall guided them upstairs to show Rose a nursery still decorated in a Victorian style with many original features. A group of large dolls were sat around a small table, in little chairs, having tea.

Trooping back down stairs John knew she was sold on the idea from the look in her eyes. He lightly kissed her cheek and made his escape.

***

"You should have warned me, John!" Rose complained.

John wisely kept quiet on the drive back to town. She had stayed the night but he somehow knew Randall hadn't taken advantage of her. He let her prattle on tuning it out.

He stopped outside her apartment and waited patiently for her to take the hint. He watched her storm off taking little steps in the high heels. In case she looked back or decided to make peace with him he drove off.

Next day he phoned finding she had forgiven him and was even thanked for the nice treat. "I've another treat for you, a better one this time. No I'm not telling," he teased. "All right, all right, I'll tell you part of it," he said. He smiled from intending to tell her part of it all along. The smile was for the part he hadn't told her about. With the phone disconnected he laughed out loud and rubbed his hands together thinking of all the extra cash.

In Johns' name a box was delivered containing tissue paper, clear cellophane, pink ribbons and a designer dress. It was a big flowing flouncy dress any doll would be proud to wear.

The box was far too large for its delivery but John had explained why. There were also clear written instructions for her to follow. Rose squealed and clapped her hands together, skipping around in anticipation. She changed into the dress admiring it from all angles.

The box was a perfect snug fit for a petite doll named Rose in a full flowing pink dress. Not liking the dark she hoped not to be in it for long. The only advantage was she could fantasise while there. The disadvantage was she couldn't play with herself and she had down a lot of that recently.

A clever arrangement meant she could close the lid onto herself from within. She then slipped her feet into slots then her hands into similar holes at the sides. It was these that prevented her from touching herself. It hadn't occurred to her the device and game plot were too sophisticated for John. She was too excited to think it through.

Having hefted the wooden box out of a van Randall spoke his lines with some trepidation. John almost laughed at the absurdity whereas Randall didn't want to frighten the doll. John attitude was off putting but he would be soon gone, either with her or without.

If she didn't take fright or become angry at this twist in the game John would be away. "Oh! This is great at last the present has arrived. I have been waiting for this doll for a long time. Be careful I don't want to break her," Randall said, feeling as wooden as the box.

The conversation seemed ludicrous no different from when they rehearsed it. Although his expectations were greater even Randall felt foolish. If there was no-one in the box he was going to look ridiculous. There were a number of paranoid ideas that had occurred to him as he waited for this weekend. If his friends set him up for a gigantic practical joke he would never be able to set foot into the golf club again.

For the buzz it gave him all this week it was worth what ever happened. If she laughed at him and ran away with John it would have been a near adventure. What was in the damn box? They played out the scene but still she did not appear. Was this good news? Had she fallen asleep? Was she going to jump out to shout and scream when he opened the gift-wrapping?

For a moment he feared she had suffocated while under the clear cellophane until he noticed a slight movement of her rising chest. It was a full pearl white expanse of bosom above the curls of silk, moving silently and delicately. All else was now quiet with him left alone with the sleeping beauty. He knew she was awake.

Tensely waiting for him to make the first move she dared not stir. Hearing his murmurs of appreciation of her beauty it was now obvious that John had delivered her to a stranger. The conversation would have been comical but she wanted to believe it. She wanted to be a doll delivered to an appreciative owner. She had at least worked out that feeling like a doll left her bereft of responsibility for her actions. She could dress as a man wanted and do whatever else a man wanted her to do.

In the box she had to lay there, helpless, dreaming it was part of her game. Pretending to give her to a stranger was exciting and dangerous. All the more exciting because it was dangerous. Wrapped and delivered as a doll she was not in a position to complain. Hearing their story had been stimulating but fear of the unknown heightened the arousal.

With the wooden box lid removed the stranger talked to her the whole time in a calming deep voice telling the doll she was beautiful and would be looked after like a precious gift. All that she wanted to hear was being spoken for the first time. John hadn't bothered himself to play like this.

Lying back in the inner cardboard box she willed herself into being a toy unwrapped by a new owner. She felt him pull the cellophane lid up for his voice to be more clearly heard. She felt the soft tissue paper carefully caressed from around her limp body. Still she lay still unable to respond for it was easier to be just a doll.

"Now I must bring my doll to life, with a kiss," he whispered. "Then I will have a breathing, living doll to play with." Still doubtful, only half believing, he played out the game. This would be the opportunity to find out how committed to it she was.

Rose lay there beginning to tremble. For just two days of naughty behaviour she could stand whatever was to happen. If she enjoyed it, even better, but it was already the start of an exciting weekend to be remembered.

Randall kissed her lips feeling them part, subtle and soft, ready for him.

She felt his tongue gently probe then tenderly lick around her tongue. She dare not respond yet wanting to so much.

He sat up watching her eyes flicker open as though from a deep sleep awakening like a fairy princess. "Don't be alarmed my fairy princess doll. I have bought you to be my doll. I am your new owner and will look after you," he whispered.

At that moment she needed him to hold her in his arms. She felt it to be a most wonderfully romantic moment. As though reading her mind he lifted her from the box and sat back on a sofa. On his lap with arms tightly embracing her they again smooched. This time she responded with, exploring him with her tongue, each taking turns for gentle caresses, exploring each other faces.

"What do you day my princess doll?" he asked.

She hesitated at first unsure how to respond. She was also out of breath. "Thank you, master for buying me, I'm so happy to be your dolly," she cooed breathlessly. "What is my master's pleasure," she smiled. It was easy to say for she felt it with all her heart.

John phoned to ask how they got on. "It went fine. Don't worry I'll send the rest of the money," Randall replied knowing exactly why he phoned. At least the rogue hadn't asked what they were up to.

He walked back to the dressing room set up for his new doll. "Does doll like the outfits?" he asked.

"Doll loves them all, master," she beamed.

He loved the coquettish turn of her head when she spoke. Half turned toward him yet managing to look down in submission. The dress had been removed so she stood in a basque with stockings and suspenders which he had sent to her with the dress. He loved the idea she had dressed in sexy underwear not knowing it was for him. Now she was knowingly dressing for him, whatever he wanted, she would wear it.

There was a wide range of outfits, from expensive silks to the down right slutty. He pulled at the hangers surreptitiously watching her reactions to each one. Out of the corner of his eye a smile was observed and sharp intake of breath was heard. She had a preference after all.

"This will be appropriate this evening. Your master wishes you to wear this doll," he told her. He was using the word doll as many times as possible to reinforce the role but felt she was doing a good job of it on herself.

She hesitated undressing in front of this stranger but bit her lip and repeated silently she was just a doll and had to do as she was told. It didn't matter what she did her owner was responsible.

Completely naked she tried not to be anxious but the emotion soon returned to arousal. She was in a stranger's house naked and helpless, all the more vulnerable for being his doll expected to obey him.

A short while ago she ran a department trusted to make decisions worth millions for a prestigious investment company. This was put firmly out of mind otherwise it wouldn't be possible to be whatever this stranger wanted her to be.

Rose had been delivered as a fantasy princess dolly and he had been her prince charming for a couple of hours. He had purchased her and therefore owned her, so she had to obey him like a good little doll. She had even overheard him telling someone he would send the rest of the money to pay for her. Her owner had said he was very happy with her and the memory of that sent a thrill through her entire body.

She slipped the baby doll night dress over her head letting it float down upon her shoulders. It was trimmed in fluffy pink feathers, completely see-through and finished around her hips. Accepting the panties from him sent a shock like lightening through her hand as they brushed together.

She slid the panties up her long legs feeling another thrill knowing he was admiring and appreciating every movement of her body. They too were completely see-through.

It was important to her to keep masters interested otherwise he might not play with her or even worse might sell her to another master. She didn't want to end up in a charity shop for some filthy old man to buy.

"Why the sad look my beautiful enchanting doll?" he asked.

"Your silly little blond dolly doesn't want to disappoint her master. Please tell your doll what to do to please you she will do anything, simply anything. Your pretty dolly so wants to please her master sooo much. Please master," she whined. Her hips swung from side to side and a finger was stuck into the side her mouth. She affected a lisp attempting to be an adorable little air head doll.

If the team in the office saw her they wouldn't believe it was the same person. Gone was the hard headed efficient miss perfect. No longer was there the woman who expected everyone to jump with answers to impossible questions over impossible deadlines.

"Ooo! They are so lovely master," she whined. She slipped on a pair of slippers also trimmed with matching pink feathery trimmings. She wasn't in the least embarrassed from being dressed like a high class whore. It might have occurred to her if she had been thinking straight that John had taken money as her pimp.

It certainly had occurred to Randall. He meant to get his moneys worth but on seeing how genuinely she behaved in the role confirmed was more than that, much more than an act.

He watched her float around the house getting to know it. She brought him a drink as she had that first evening. Only this time he didn't have to discreetly look down a cleavage for it was all on show and what a show it was. He couldn't help but look at her large breasts. Occasionally he looked at the triangle of fine blonde hair between her legs that gleamed bright as sunshine.

She again stood before him swinging her hips seductively with the triangle of blonde hair flashing and shining through the thin gauze of material. She wanted something and he hoped it was what he too needed.

Rose couldn't wait any longer. "Does master a have present in his pocket for his dolly? A big hard present?" she asked, with a cute giggle. Her breathing became deep and rapid. A wet finger worked in and out of her mouth in an unconscious yet all the more seductive show.

"Get on the floor and you can unwrap your present my naughty doll," he told her.

She crawled over to him almost drooling over the though of being a naughty dolly being used by her master. She needed no encouragement to unzip the fly of his trousers and he needed no encouragement to be ready for her.

She dribbled over his cock and licked the wetness over its head down, its sides to his balls. She slurped over its head but restrained the impulse to suck it into her mouth. She looked up at him through long eyelashes with an enquiring look.

He studied every moment with absolute relish, feeling every touch of her tongue on his throbbing cock. Her small soft hands made him look bigger and harder, enhancing his pleasure almost bursting point before she had properly begun.

He realised she was waiting for permission to take her present but unable to speak he nodded consent. He watched the small mouth open wide, the perfectly shaped lips form an O, and tensed his whole body. The feel of those soft lips wrapped around his cock was wonderful.

A hand was toying with his balls, the other gripping the base of his penis helping to hold him back. He watched the full-some lips smother his cock. Over the head and down the shaft they engulfed him. Up came her head slowly letting go putting pressure on it and sucking hard.

Down again slowly maybe slightly faster but he was too carried away to notice. This time she had taken a deep breath and was pushing it into her throat. Without success she raised her head for another deep pull of air. This time she managed the fat of swallowing his cock.

Again her head bobbed over him and he was amazed to see all of his cock taken down her throat. The grip was tight the suction mighty and on this bob of her head she sucked in one sharp lungful of air after another before plunging down once more.

"Stop!" he whispered. He tried again but failed to utter a sound. She hadn't heard him so carried away was she and he couldn't summon the will power to stop her. She looked so perfect as though made to be there on the end of his cock. He was fighting with the need to take her pussy but gave in to her succulent ministrations.

He pushed forward into her face with the wonderful life changing feeling of spurting cum. He watched the spasms of his cock busy in her mouth, spurting strings of sperm. He no longer cared it was her face he was fucking rather than her cunt. It was an animal need to orgasm that took over.

Feeling the telltale spasms she pushed back with both hands on his knees, just far enough that he didn't shoot down her throat. At the same time an orgasm overtook her senses. She became rock still only her mouth gently, reflexively, sucking on his cock like a teat.

Bathing in the warm glow of a deep orgasm she recovered just enough to kneel upright and became aware of her masters load filling her mouth. The salty taste was hardly noticeable and completely blown away by a feeling of fulfilment. The orgasm left her feeling replete; satisfied with the world and everything in it, especially with her role in life.

Randall became aware of her kneeling before him not knowing how long she had been waiting. A serene look on her face was replaced by a contented smile on seeing his eyes open. She opened her mouth to show her master his precious sperm. He nodded and she made a show of swallowing it.

He leaned forward and pulled her up off the floor onto his lap where he cuddled her holding on tight. She rolled herself up needing to be swaddled by her master, to be completely and safely enwrapped in his arms.

Randall watched television unable to concentrate on the screen. Occasionally he would stroke dolls hair and pet her where she sat on the floor at his feet.

She looked up at him admiring her master, knowing this weekend would be just so wonderful it threatened to overwhelm her. Her heart beat strongly in her bosom with the thought that she had at last a master who could give her what she wanted. She was his doll ready to be played with without responsibility or recriminations, whatever she did, whatever he wanted her to do with her.

She hoped he would want to play this game again sometime and with this in mind determined to play it out to her best ability so as not to disappoint him. If he wanted to test her resolve with something distasteful she would comply as a doll only could. She set her mind to it. She would be his compliant doll for the whole weekend. She rested contentedly at his feet looking forward to carrying out whatever her owner desired.