My Date with the Doll - BDSM - [Mf] | 2016

Niral was a young Indian girl I had met through friends whom I was only able to play with a few times. Her fetish was in objectification. Literally being made into things that were not exactly human or living. She loved the sorts of porn that featured women used as furniture or mindless sex toys.

Dear reader. You will note that we did a bad job being safe in this story. Primarily in that at a point she was totally unable to safeword or safe-signal. I’d recommend, if you try something like this, that the sub in question has something hand held that they can hit to notify you that they need help.

She was pretty and tiny. One of those women that you worry you might break during sexual play. One of those women whom as you fucked, you worried, how does she have room?

I tend to prefer my women curvy, but there was something fun about how small she was. An aspect she liked to include in her play as a thing.

The suitcase itself was huge. It was her overseas bag, for traveling back and forth across the ocean to visit relatives and as such it was much bigger than it needed to be and quite sturdy.

When she invited me over and told me the fantasy, I was game. She gave me no instructions really, just one request, the placement of a towel. When I arrived at her apartment, which she shared with three other women, two of whom were kinky and part of the play group, she answered the door and gave me a quick kiss and asked for a few minutes to prepare herself. One of her roommates was clearly annoyed she wasn’t involved in the scene, but Niral did not like to involve her friends that way.

When I entered the bedroom, her tiny single bedroom, she was nude and sitting on the bed staring at the wall with her hands in her lap. She was a living sex toy. A fuck doll. A living breathing orgasming version of a blow up doll. I knew her limits. I knew her safewords. Other than that though, she was mine to do with as I pleased. In fact, she had made it clear that I was not to focus on her pleasure. Who the fuck cared if you made a blow up doll cum.

However, I asked for a small inclusion in her fantasy. I asked if she would enjoy being a higher priced sex toy. One with features that would be more fun than having her just laying there and she agreed to a few.

I ignored her as I took a look at what else was in the room. On the bed, were sex toys, rope, hand cuffs and a towel. Next to the bed was the suitcase. Compared to her small form it looked huge. Bigger than it needed to be for her fantasy. In fact, I bet that had I asked her she would have preferred me to bring mine own, a small one that would have cramped her more.

Despite her “no focus on her pleasure” preference, I decided to pick up a vibrating egg laid out on the bed and pushed her legs apart at the thighs. They were warm to my touch and at just the touch of my finger to her pussy, I felt warm wetness. I teased her mouth open with my hand, slid the egg into her mouth briefly and easily slipped it inside of her before turning it on to its highest setting.

She said nothing as I stripped. Said nothing as I, as requested, placed the towel into the suitcase so that, when it stood, would be at the bottom. Said nothing as I began to explore the doll.

I started with her breasts, tiny things with lovely nipples. I pinched and pulled and bit. She was a thing and I was curious. I pushed her onto her back and continued downward. One of her agreements was that she was fully posable. I Pushed her legs up towards her chest and spread them as far as they would go. I was shocked at how flexible she was and how tiny her pussy and ass looked. I moved her hands to make it clear she was being posed to hold herself open.

I let her sit like that for a bit and wondered if she felt exposed and embarrassed or if she was entering a mind space without such feelings.

I played with her clit for a bit with my fingers. I tasted it and pulled the vibing egg out to slide my fingers into her pussy. While I made sure some of my strokes were hitting the correct buttons, I tried hard to seem like I was exploring her and not overtly pleasuring her. I slid the toy back in and began to stroke and finger her ass. I managed to almost wiggle two fingers in without more than her own secretions. Dirty sex toy.

“They made it’s ass wide enough to fuck at least,” I said, trying to sound like I was talking to myself. I knew her preference was for anal. A sex toy would be used in the most vile ways after all.

I moved her onto her knees on the side of the bed and put my cock inter her mouth. This was my other request. My sex toy would have life-like-blow-job-action. While she refused to offer me what she called “the full skills available” she would at least bob her head up and down my shaft.

It was a nice way to spend some time. Hearing the faint buzz from below and inside her and feeling her mouth on me. I had to decide what to do with her before the next part of the plan.

“I have all sorts of plans,” I said, “of how I will use this new toy. But for now I can’t restrain myself. Plenty of time to take it slow later after all.”

With that I stood and put her onto the bed. Before anything else, I lubed up one of her surprisingly large butt plugs and put it into her. She grunted softly but said nothing.

I climbed up onto her tiny chest, worried I might crush her, carefully resting my weight on the bed and not her and slid my cock into her mouth. I began to throat slowly at first, but faster and deeper.

There was no romance to it. No gentleness of being careful not to choke her. I just went for it. Fucking her mouth until I came. She swallowed it all down, but tried so hard to make no noises. I climbed off her and took a moment before moving to the crux of her fantasy.

She was a sex toy sure. But a sex toy that wanted to be shown off and shared. While I would not agree to carting her off for another guy to fuck, I had agreed to faking it.

I had her sit up. Keeping the toys inside her. But added a blindfold and a gag.

“My buddy is going to love you,” I said, “I may even let him have a try.”

I moved her into the suitcase so she was lieing on her side with her ass (still plugged) and her pussy (still buzzing) were on the towel. Her heels were almost touching her ass and I slid her hands around and under her knees before putting the hand cuffs on her. Why hand cuff the sex toy? I don’t know. It just seemed like a good idea. Looking at her, I realized that she would have tons of head room but her arms/legs/hands would be almost stuck in position. On a whim, I got one of the long dildo vibrators and found that I could place the butt of it in her hands and the tip pushed hard into her clit. I turned it on and began to zip it up.

She didn’t even make a muted shout as I began to zip it up. I had some second thoughts about the whole thing but ignored them. She just lay still and quiet like a doll. I watched as she was covered and the last bit of skin was hidden by the zipper.

I carefully stood the suitcase up onto its wheels. It was the kind with two wheels and a handle to tilt and pull it. I then dressed entirely. I opened the bedroom door and wheeled her out. All three of her roommates watched staring. It was a bit uncomfortable. They didn’t say anything though as I wheeled the suitcase out into the hall. We rode the elevator down and I walked out the front door pulling her behind.

The sidewalk was of course not smooth and I felt her bump and jostle as we went. I couldn’t hear the vibrators at all though and if she was making noise through her gag, it was muffled by the case.

I pulled her through the streets of the city. It was a big city. One of the biggest in this country and the streets were packed. Some bumped the suitcase and I wondered how she felt. How tiny and helpless.

Later, she would tell me that she came twice during that portion of the walk and that one of the times she hadn’t expected too, but that at one point I had sped up, likely at an intersection, and she had suddenly had a wild fantasy that a thug or bum had accosted me and run off with the suitcase. That she had imagined being stuck, bound, tiny, blind folded and gagged as some stranger opened up the suitcase and the idea had almost instantly overcome her.

I didn’t live to far away. And after only about 15 minutes we were in my building, I stopped, propping the suitcase up to chat briefly with the doorman and then heading up in the elevator.

As I went into my apartment I started faking small talk. It was not inspired. “Hey buddy, great to see you” and “I brought it, feel free to try it out!”

I pulled the suitcase into the bedroom where I opened it and made exclamations like “holy fuck it looks real” and “how sexy.”

I didn’t take off her blindfold or cuffs. Her skin looked fine around them and as I lifted her onto the bed and saw her flexing slightly realized she was ok. I did remove the gag, in case she needed to safeword, and gave her a few minutes, on her side, on the bed while I went to pee.

When I came back she hadn’t moved and I was already getting hard. I rolled her onto her knees and face. With her hands cuffed between her knees and her face in the bed (turned enough to breathe) her ass and pussy were raised. Her juices literally glistened she was so wet. I pulled the butt plug out of her and put it to the side before beginning to rub my cock head up and down her. Starting at her clit, sliding it up over her entrance, pushing in just slightly, then sliding up to her ass. As I got harder, I stopped and slowly began to push into her ass. It was slick and open from the plug and in moments I was pushed into to the hilt.

It was not meant to last. I was not showing off for a lover, I was getting off with my toy. I came inside her, slapping her ass hard as I did and grabbing the plug to force it into her as I pulled out, trapping my semen inside her. She moaned a bit, but did not cum.

I barely wasted a moment, moving her right back into the suit case, forgetting to put the gag back in until she was in it, then having to do it while she was on her side. Again I slid the vibe into her hands before zipping the thing up and standing it. I went to quickly wash off and then dressed and pulled her out of my building.

Again the trip back took only 15 or so minutes. She came once I would learn later and actually was incredibly uncomfortable almost to a point of wanting to safe word, but loving that she could not.

As I got to her door and knocked I worried about the final aspect of it.

The door opened and one of the roommates was staring at me.

“What,” she said.

She knew what.

“It’s defective,” I said loudly.

“Have you used it?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, “but I want to return it.”

I pushed the suitcase in and mouthed to the girl “are you sure?”

She just rolled her eyes at me and closed the door.

Niral’s fantasy. To be used as a fuck toy and denied even the most basic of human care after wards. She told me later, when we spoke on line almost a year later about a possible meet up, that it was still her primary masturbation memory.