lyricalsongbird
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This is a story I wrote several years ago, based on a personal experience i had with my then-Master. Criticism (constructive, not cruel) is more than welcome, as are any positive comments you'd like to "Bestow." thanks! 
j
"Paper Doll"
The dress was, in a word, scandalous. She had never worn anything so revealing in her life. It was a little black number made completely of lace. It hit her thigh dangerously close to her sex and had a naughty tendency to ride up, revealing her beautifully rounded rump. It was bought at a private party hosted by a pro-domme friend of hers, and her reasoning behind the purchase was that it would be a nice outfit for when she was alone with her Master. As it turned out, He loved it much more than she had ever anticipated.
She wasn’t at all used to wearing anything sexy. Actually, up until about six months ago, it had been an extremely rare occasion for her to wear anything above her knees. She was afraid of her own body, and had been for most of her life. It was something her Master had slowly helped her to overcome. He had spent countless time, money, and energy in pursuit of His slave’s self-confidence, buying her everything from curve-hugging leather dresses with zip-up vests to show cleavage to His liking to casual denim skirts that emphasized her voluptuous form. His work was paying off, as she had started to become a bit of an exhibitionist.
She had recently discovered the eroticism behind being loaned to someone else and the intensity of public play. Even now, she wasn’t entirely sure whether or not she enjoyed the public play. The first few times, she even began to protest when her Master took her by the hand up to the front of the room. There had been a time or two when she had stopped just short of using her safeword…but being tied up on a frame, bench, or cross in front of a hundred or more people, stripped down to a thong and pasties, being teased, flogged, and humiliated brought her to a place in her own mind that she neither understood nor wanted to understand. She just wanted to feel. Now, this kind of forced exhibitionism excited her. It was scary as hell, and that made it hotter still.
She had always loved to be forced. Even the thought of being held down during sex caused moisture to accumulate between her legs. She could orgasm simply from having her hair pulled. Just last week, He had tied her down, gagged her, and allowed a friend of His to fuck her like he had wanted to for several weeks prior. She protested through her gag, of course, her full breasts jiggling as she squirmed underneath the man, her dainty hands forming fists as she struggled to free herself. Her body would not cooperate with her, though, and the man simply laughed as he observed the tiny beads of sweat forming on her nose and the warm juices that filled her pulsing cunt. The feeling of the strange man’s hands running through her hair and the sound of his voice whispering dirty things into her ear sent her over the edge, and she flew for hours. God, what an experience.
Tonight, though, there were other things on her mind. Master had given her instructions to put on the shocking lace dress. He allowed her no pasties, not even a thong or nylons. The only covering on her body was the see-through lace and the strappy black heels that donned her feet. She stood in the mirror, closely studying her reflection. She laughed softly to herself, thinking how Master adored using her as His paper doll to dress up as He pleased. The outfit covered nothing. The hem of the skirt stopped just below the curve of her ass, and the neckline stopped just above her cherry-colored nipples. They stuck out through the holes in the delicate lace when they were hard.
Master had spent most of that night catering to her, and part of the royal treatment included the shaving of her pussy. As a result, she had a beautiful vertical strip just above her cleanly shaven slit. It, too, was completely visible through the dress. She moved out of the bathroom for Master to inspect and approve her attire, playfully turning as she had seen models do on television. He grinned, that little boyish grin that He often got when He had something up His sleeve. The look alarmed her. He had not mentioned any sort of play tonight.
His instructions were simple. She was to go into His room and wait. Keep the light off, listen to the radio playing, wait for Him to come and get her. And so, back down the hall she went, hips swaying seductively as He had taught her, concentrating on the soft “click-click” of her heels on the hardwood floor. She slowly lowered herself onto the bed, hands on her lap, chewing nervously on her lower lip. It was a bad habit that she still had not managed to break.
***
She was counting the number of songs as she sat there silently. There had been five. Still, she was left sitting there in her Master’s chambers, pulling at the hem of her dress. She strained to try to hear what He was doing, but she could hear nothing. Her stomach was nervous, her heart pounding loudly in her ears.
Finally, His form appeared in the doorway. She slowly stood, smiling at Him, but He simply extended His hand and silently lead her to the door. She took His hand, surprised when she saw that He had His keys in hand. The question seemed to pop out of her mouth of its own accord.
“Where are we going?”
“I didn’t tell you, did I pet?”
“No Sir…”
“Then don’t ask.” There was a sharp blow delivered to her backside then, making her yelp. She was careful to remember her place after that. She walked silently behind Him and to His right, as He had taught her. She climbed into His large truck, the tall climb causing her dress to ride up almost to her waist. She began to nervously fidget with it, acutely aware of exactly where the hem was on her body.
“Leave it.” His voice was firm and commanding, His very tone turning her on, her nipples sticking out through the lacy fabric. He gave them each a tweak and closed the door. She found she actually had to sit on her hands to keep from fixing her dress, from pulling it down to where she thought it needed to be. As much as her Master adored her curvy body, she could have stood to have a few less curves.
The drive was silent and painful. She desperately wanted to ask Him where He was taking her, but she knew better. He had expressed such great pleasure in her that evening and she wanted to keep that feeling. What a rich, wonderful thing it was to know that Master was proud of her and that she had pleased Him, simply by being who she was. Her memory flashed back to earlier that night. She had been sitting on her black fur mat, hugging her knees tightly to her breasts, her eyes closed in sensual bliss. He was brushing her hair tenderly with a brush, her favorite music playing softly in the background.
“Master?” she had inquired of Him as He lovingly groomed her.
“Yes, pet?”
“Do you take such good care of all your submissives?” He smiled softly, turning her to face Him. His hand gently brushed a dark tendril back from her face, His thumb stroking her cheek affectionately.
“No.”
The car was parked when she finally awoke from her daydream, and she was watching as her Master moved to the other side of the truck. He opened the door for her and took her hand to help her down out of the car. With a simple gesture, He ordered her fingers laced behind her neck, turning her around and pulling her dress down so that the hem hit her mid-thigh. She no longer protested. The length of the hem didn’t matter, she realized that now. The lace material of the dress could cover up none of her body. She was naked, and He was going to parade her about. She supposed she could take it as a high compliment, if she could get past the overwhelming fear she felt rising up within her.
He turned her back around, letting His hands wander about her curvaceous body. He chuckled, whispering softly into her ear, “You are so beautiful, my pet. I’m sure everyone will think so.” His hands grasped her own, guiding them back down to her sides. Now, her attention had to turn to protocol. She walked to His left side, exactly 3 paces behind Him. He insisted on hearing two distinct sounds when she walked in heels. His rules also demanded that her eyes keep their focus only on His feet. This was convenient for Him; it meant that she would not be able to see the building they were walking into. He held the door open for her, and she stepped through daintily, assuming the military-like position as He again took His place in front of her.
***
Her heels were immediately silenced on the carpeted floor of the store. The bad lighting and cheesy music one often thinks of in a porn shop was missing from this establishment, which was surprisingly classy and inviting. As she moved in with her Master, she instantly felt eyes roaming all over her. She stopped then, all at once feeling unable to continue. He turned to her. Somehow He always knew what she was thinking. His eyes were gleaming with pride, a smile playing on His lips.
“Yes, you can.”
The three words were all the encouragement that she needed. After all, if Master said that she could do something, who was she to argue with Him? He knew His possession well enough to know what her abilities were. Her potential was vast. She saw Him nod to the boy sitting behind the counter, but she was more keenly aware of the way this man was openly staring at her. She wasn’t used to this open kind of appraisal, and she shifted her weight awkwardly from one foot to the other, pulling at the hem of her dress. It clung to her body in an odd sort of way that she found both sexy and annoying. He had been talking to the boy behind the counter regarding a certain little toy He had wanted for her, but the conversation was temporarily put on hold when He turned to her, a disapproving look on His face as He observed her nervous fidgeting.
“Pet!” He barked at her, almost as a drill sergeant would do with his soldiers. “Hands behind you, legs apart. Now! Further. Yes, good girl. Stay. You are not to move.”
She felt the blood rush to her face. There must have been fifteen men shopping in that store, all of them sex-starved and horny. Her deep greens wandered from person to person, all of her energy poured into the uncomfortable stillness He had commanded of her. She hated him at that moment as He made her to stand in the center of a sex-saturated building, men all around her, gawking at her as if she was object. Her arousal, though, was unmistakable. Her nipples peeked through the lace fabric like children playing hide-and-seek. Her face was flushed a deep red, her heart pounding so loud in her ears that she could not hear herself think. She saw the boy behind the desk looking her up and down again, slowly.
Suddenly, the feeling of humiliation and objectification, while it didn’t go away, was not so bad anymore. After all, these men told no lies and sugar-coated nothing. There was only honesty in regard to human nature, the enjoyment of the beauty of her body, and the shamelessness of desire. It was a refreshing and honest way of looking at someone, free of games…free of fear. There was acceptance, and, ultimately, enjoyment. It turned her on in a way she couldn’t explain. She felt her juices moistening her inner thighs, and she was sure that the musky scent that filled her own nostrils could be smelled throughout the entire building. The suspicion was confirmed as her Master turned and grinned at her. There it was again, that boyish smile that appeared when He knew that His will was being exalted above hers. He took her by the hand and down the aisle. She struggled to continue to please Him with her actions, entering the mindset where all that mattered was His will. Her full hips continued to sway from side to side, and the seductive manner in which she moved only served to draw attention to herself. She felt at least a dozen pairs of eyes drilling into the back of her head like sharp lasers.
***
She was trembling. She didn’t know whether it was from fear or the endorphin rush…or maybe it was both. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and so as a result she appeared to be rather in shock. He lead her back to the truck, the bag clutched tightly in her hand. He turned her toward Him before helping Her into the car, tenderly caressing her flushed, burning cheeks. He forcefully pulled her body tightly up against His own, raping her mouth with an animal passion. His hands ran over her nearly-nude form before stepping back to look over her.
“My God, you are beautiful,” he crooned into her ear. A smile spread across her face, joy welling up from deep within her.
“So you are proud of me, Sir?”
“I could not be prouder of you, pet. I simply could not be prouder.”
His words sent her flying.
-j 2006
j
"Paper Doll"
The dress was, in a word, scandalous. She had never worn anything so revealing in her life. It was a little black number made completely of lace. It hit her thigh dangerously close to her sex and had a naughty tendency to ride up, revealing her beautifully rounded rump. It was bought at a private party hosted by a pro-domme friend of hers, and her reasoning behind the purchase was that it would be a nice outfit for when she was alone with her Master. As it turned out, He loved it much more than she had ever anticipated.
She wasn’t at all used to wearing anything sexy. Actually, up until about six months ago, it had been an extremely rare occasion for her to wear anything above her knees. She was afraid of her own body, and had been for most of her life. It was something her Master had slowly helped her to overcome. He had spent countless time, money, and energy in pursuit of His slave’s self-confidence, buying her everything from curve-hugging leather dresses with zip-up vests to show cleavage to His liking to casual denim skirts that emphasized her voluptuous form. His work was paying off, as she had started to become a bit of an exhibitionist.
She had recently discovered the eroticism behind being loaned to someone else and the intensity of public play. Even now, she wasn’t entirely sure whether or not she enjoyed the public play. The first few times, she even began to protest when her Master took her by the hand up to the front of the room. There had been a time or two when she had stopped just short of using her safeword…but being tied up on a frame, bench, or cross in front of a hundred or more people, stripped down to a thong and pasties, being teased, flogged, and humiliated brought her to a place in her own mind that she neither understood nor wanted to understand. She just wanted to feel. Now, this kind of forced exhibitionism excited her. It was scary as hell, and that made it hotter still.
She had always loved to be forced. Even the thought of being held down during sex caused moisture to accumulate between her legs. She could orgasm simply from having her hair pulled. Just last week, He had tied her down, gagged her, and allowed a friend of His to fuck her like he had wanted to for several weeks prior. She protested through her gag, of course, her full breasts jiggling as she squirmed underneath the man, her dainty hands forming fists as she struggled to free herself. Her body would not cooperate with her, though, and the man simply laughed as he observed the tiny beads of sweat forming on her nose and the warm juices that filled her pulsing cunt. The feeling of the strange man’s hands running through her hair and the sound of his voice whispering dirty things into her ear sent her over the edge, and she flew for hours. God, what an experience.
Tonight, though, there were other things on her mind. Master had given her instructions to put on the shocking lace dress. He allowed her no pasties, not even a thong or nylons. The only covering on her body was the see-through lace and the strappy black heels that donned her feet. She stood in the mirror, closely studying her reflection. She laughed softly to herself, thinking how Master adored using her as His paper doll to dress up as He pleased. The outfit covered nothing. The hem of the skirt stopped just below the curve of her ass, and the neckline stopped just above her cherry-colored nipples. They stuck out through the holes in the delicate lace when they were hard.
Master had spent most of that night catering to her, and part of the royal treatment included the shaving of her pussy. As a result, she had a beautiful vertical strip just above her cleanly shaven slit. It, too, was completely visible through the dress. She moved out of the bathroom for Master to inspect and approve her attire, playfully turning as she had seen models do on television. He grinned, that little boyish grin that He often got when He had something up His sleeve. The look alarmed her. He had not mentioned any sort of play tonight.
His instructions were simple. She was to go into His room and wait. Keep the light off, listen to the radio playing, wait for Him to come and get her. And so, back down the hall she went, hips swaying seductively as He had taught her, concentrating on the soft “click-click” of her heels on the hardwood floor. She slowly lowered herself onto the bed, hands on her lap, chewing nervously on her lower lip. It was a bad habit that she still had not managed to break.
***
She was counting the number of songs as she sat there silently. There had been five. Still, she was left sitting there in her Master’s chambers, pulling at the hem of her dress. She strained to try to hear what He was doing, but she could hear nothing. Her stomach was nervous, her heart pounding loudly in her ears.
Finally, His form appeared in the doorway. She slowly stood, smiling at Him, but He simply extended His hand and silently lead her to the door. She took His hand, surprised when she saw that He had His keys in hand. The question seemed to pop out of her mouth of its own accord.
“Where are we going?”
“I didn’t tell you, did I pet?”
“No Sir…”
“Then don’t ask.” There was a sharp blow delivered to her backside then, making her yelp. She was careful to remember her place after that. She walked silently behind Him and to His right, as He had taught her. She climbed into His large truck, the tall climb causing her dress to ride up almost to her waist. She began to nervously fidget with it, acutely aware of exactly where the hem was on her body.
“Leave it.” His voice was firm and commanding, His very tone turning her on, her nipples sticking out through the lacy fabric. He gave them each a tweak and closed the door. She found she actually had to sit on her hands to keep from fixing her dress, from pulling it down to where she thought it needed to be. As much as her Master adored her curvy body, she could have stood to have a few less curves.
The drive was silent and painful. She desperately wanted to ask Him where He was taking her, but she knew better. He had expressed such great pleasure in her that evening and she wanted to keep that feeling. What a rich, wonderful thing it was to know that Master was proud of her and that she had pleased Him, simply by being who she was. Her memory flashed back to earlier that night. She had been sitting on her black fur mat, hugging her knees tightly to her breasts, her eyes closed in sensual bliss. He was brushing her hair tenderly with a brush, her favorite music playing softly in the background.
“Master?” she had inquired of Him as He lovingly groomed her.
“Yes, pet?”
“Do you take such good care of all your submissives?” He smiled softly, turning her to face Him. His hand gently brushed a dark tendril back from her face, His thumb stroking her cheek affectionately.
“No.”
The car was parked when she finally awoke from her daydream, and she was watching as her Master moved to the other side of the truck. He opened the door for her and took her hand to help her down out of the car. With a simple gesture, He ordered her fingers laced behind her neck, turning her around and pulling her dress down so that the hem hit her mid-thigh. She no longer protested. The length of the hem didn’t matter, she realized that now. The lace material of the dress could cover up none of her body. She was naked, and He was going to parade her about. She supposed she could take it as a high compliment, if she could get past the overwhelming fear she felt rising up within her.
He turned her back around, letting His hands wander about her curvaceous body. He chuckled, whispering softly into her ear, “You are so beautiful, my pet. I’m sure everyone will think so.” His hands grasped her own, guiding them back down to her sides. Now, her attention had to turn to protocol. She walked to His left side, exactly 3 paces behind Him. He insisted on hearing two distinct sounds when she walked in heels. His rules also demanded that her eyes keep their focus only on His feet. This was convenient for Him; it meant that she would not be able to see the building they were walking into. He held the door open for her, and she stepped through daintily, assuming the military-like position as He again took His place in front of her.
***
Her heels were immediately silenced on the carpeted floor of the store. The bad lighting and cheesy music one often thinks of in a porn shop was missing from this establishment, which was surprisingly classy and inviting. As she moved in with her Master, she instantly felt eyes roaming all over her. She stopped then, all at once feeling unable to continue. He turned to her. Somehow He always knew what she was thinking. His eyes were gleaming with pride, a smile playing on His lips.
“Yes, you can.”
The three words were all the encouragement that she needed. After all, if Master said that she could do something, who was she to argue with Him? He knew His possession well enough to know what her abilities were. Her potential was vast. She saw Him nod to the boy sitting behind the counter, but she was more keenly aware of the way this man was openly staring at her. She wasn’t used to this open kind of appraisal, and she shifted her weight awkwardly from one foot to the other, pulling at the hem of her dress. It clung to her body in an odd sort of way that she found both sexy and annoying. He had been talking to the boy behind the counter regarding a certain little toy He had wanted for her, but the conversation was temporarily put on hold when He turned to her, a disapproving look on His face as He observed her nervous fidgeting.
“Pet!” He barked at her, almost as a drill sergeant would do with his soldiers. “Hands behind you, legs apart. Now! Further. Yes, good girl. Stay. You are not to move.”
She felt the blood rush to her face. There must have been fifteen men shopping in that store, all of them sex-starved and horny. Her deep greens wandered from person to person, all of her energy poured into the uncomfortable stillness He had commanded of her. She hated him at that moment as He made her to stand in the center of a sex-saturated building, men all around her, gawking at her as if she was object. Her arousal, though, was unmistakable. Her nipples peeked through the lace fabric like children playing hide-and-seek. Her face was flushed a deep red, her heart pounding so loud in her ears that she could not hear herself think. She saw the boy behind the desk looking her up and down again, slowly.
Suddenly, the feeling of humiliation and objectification, while it didn’t go away, was not so bad anymore. After all, these men told no lies and sugar-coated nothing. There was only honesty in regard to human nature, the enjoyment of the beauty of her body, and the shamelessness of desire. It was a refreshing and honest way of looking at someone, free of games…free of fear. There was acceptance, and, ultimately, enjoyment. It turned her on in a way she couldn’t explain. She felt her juices moistening her inner thighs, and she was sure that the musky scent that filled her own nostrils could be smelled throughout the entire building. The suspicion was confirmed as her Master turned and grinned at her. There it was again, that boyish smile that appeared when He knew that His will was being exalted above hers. He took her by the hand and down the aisle. She struggled to continue to please Him with her actions, entering the mindset where all that mattered was His will. Her full hips continued to sway from side to side, and the seductive manner in which she moved only served to draw attention to herself. She felt at least a dozen pairs of eyes drilling into the back of her head like sharp lasers.
***
She was trembling. She didn’t know whether it was from fear or the endorphin rush…or maybe it was both. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and so as a result she appeared to be rather in shock. He lead her back to the truck, the bag clutched tightly in her hand. He turned her toward Him before helping Her into the car, tenderly caressing her flushed, burning cheeks. He forcefully pulled her body tightly up against His own, raping her mouth with an animal passion. His hands ran over her nearly-nude form before stepping back to look over her.
“My God, you are beautiful,” he crooned into her ear. A smile spread across her face, joy welling up from deep within her.
“So you are proud of me, Sir?”
“I could not be prouder of you, pet. I simply could not be prouder.”
His words sent her flying.
-j 2006
