Dollification Phone Sex: My First Day As A Living Doll – Part 2

Hello Handsome, and welcome to part two of this week’s dollification phone sex fantasy. If you haven’t already, check out part 1 here.

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I knew he was trying to figure out the best, prettiest outfit that would go well with his dollies hair and skin.

My hair and skin.

I was frozen, naked, doing my best to hold still with goosebumps covering me. Standing naked in the living room I did my best to keep my eyes focused forward while watching him in my peripheral vision. Eventually, he walked back over to me, a matching white bra and panty set.

He held them up to me, tilting his head. “Yes, this should do nicely,” he said to himself.

“Dolly, arms forward, straight out.”

Immediately, I brought my arms out straight in front of me.  My palms were down.

He frowned.

“Dollies keep their palms up so they can hold whatever object I place there.” His warm fingers circled my right wrist, turning my arm so my palm was up, pinching my skin at the end.

Gazing ahead my breathing stopped momentarily as I silently took the pain.

“Much better,” he said as he turned my other hand. “Now, let’s get her dressed!”

I kept my arms out ahead of me as he slid the bra straps up my arms, hooking it, and moving the cups into place. Then he lifted up one leg, bringing my thigh to a 90-degree angle with my knee bent.

It was hard to balance like that. The muscles of my left leg strained to keep me upright as he slipped the panty over my raised foot. Afterward, he lowered it down, allowing me to stand on two legs until he lifted my left leg. Bending it into perfect 90-degree angles. The strain was enough to get my heart pumping, and I no longer felt so chilly.

Placing my foot back on the ground he sat me down before adjusting my hands back up.

“I hope this dollies joins aren’t too loose.”

My cheeks were turning red, I could feel it. I wanted to be the best doll I could for him, and he’d already had to correct me.

Moving back to the sofa he picked out my outfit, from socks to garters, to a gorgeous dress, he picked out the clothing with precision.

With a piece at a time, he’d return, moving my limbs into the position he required as he dressed me. I would feel his fingertips moving across my skin.

Almost before I knew it I was dressed, my dress fitting me tightly.

Taking my hand as he stood me up, he told me to drop my other hand.

“Come with me, okay Dollie?”

I walked trying to hold the rest of my body as still as I could, just moving my legs, until we reached the bathroom. Inside lay lipstick, blush, eye line, and other makeup products.

He let go of my hand, and I kept it at the same level his hand had been as he examined every inch of my face.

Keeping my eyes in one spot was going to be the hardest. I wanted to follow his face, to watch as he watched me. But that wasn’t my place. Letting my eyes unfocus I did my best to stare blankly ahead.

I held still as he applied his doll’s makeup with a steady hand. When he’d turn to pick up his next item I could see my lips were painted ruby red.

And it took me by surprise when he finished, turning me to face my reflection in the mirror.

“I’ll be right back Dollie, stay right here.”

The woman looking back at me was incredible. She looked like, well, a doll. My eyes were huge, my face beautifully made up. The clothes he’d put me in hugged my figure and make me look almost unreal.

A second later he walked back through the door. “Look at this, Dollie,” he said as he held out an exquisite necklace, small stones dripping down.

I watched his hands bring the stones to my chest. They were cool against my skin, but once he’d gotten the necklace on me I felt almost like another person.

“That’s right, doll, give in. No need for worries, no need for thinking. I take good care of my dolls.” His hand was warm as he stroked my cheek.

He moved us to the kitchen, where tea was set up with several cups and sitting spaces available. There were smaller chairs next to the larger ones. He ushered me into one and sat in the larger chair next to it.

“Since this dollie has never been to tea before, we’re going to practice this week before we go to an official tea.”

His hand was on my face, his fingers warm. I could feel his thumb on my lips, could feel as it began to pull my mouth open.

His thumb began probing my mouth. I could taste him as he ran his thumb over my teeth, my gums, my tongue…

“When someone puts something in a dollie’s mouth, the dollie is to suck it, whatever it is, and swallow whatever you can.”

I immediately started sucking on his thumb. Part of me wondered why it tasted so good, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was being a good doll, and doing as I was told.

As I sucked I heard him talking.

“When I stroke the edge of your face like this,” he said as he pulled his thumb out of my mouth and cupped my cheek, drawing his fingers down. “You are to open your mouth so it can be filled. Now kneel before me under the table.”

I scrambled down under the table until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Smooth, controlled, beautiful movements.”

I forced myself to slow down, to focus on each movement of my body until I was finally settled at his feet.

“That’s a good dollie,” he said as he reached down, stroking my cheek. I opened my mouth as he did, and watched as he carefully unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

Watching as he freed his cock, I was so excited. I waited patiently with my mouth open while he started stroking himself.

He pushed his chair back, looking at my face. “Yeah, that’s a good dollie… and so pretty too…”

I couldn’t wait for the taste of his cum, but I didn’t dare to move a muscle as I sat there. What I wanted to do was to move up, o take him into my mouth….

But that would make me a bad doll.

He was so close to cumming now, and just before he did, he grabbed my head and slammed my mouth down on his cock as his jizz coated the inside of my mouth. He pulled my back, milking the last of his cum out of his balls while he shot the last of his load on my face.

A minute later, once he had returned to reality, he pulled me up, sitting me back in that small chair next to him.

“Now dollie, let’s have some tea.”

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Thank you for joining me on this week’s dollification phone sex story! I had a lot of fun this week, and I’d love to bring my story to life with you. And if you’d like to hear me tell this dollification phone sex tale, my audio available for purchase here.

And if you’re needing some more sexy reading right now, check out my friend Chrissy’s blog on a balloon phone sex fetish here.

Until next time, hugs and kisses.

-Wren