"Oh!" says the doll as Miss Lauriel takes her by the shoulders and pushes her down. It's not a displeased exclamation--far from it, in fact, as the doll is quick to accept her new position. The push is thrilling, and Lauriel's shudder is gratifying--she must be enjoying the doll very much indeed.
The doll doesn't have a heart, per se, but if she did, Lauriel's command would engender in her a flutter. "Yes, Miss Lauriel," she whispers, something like relief in her tone. It has been some time since someone took control of the doll in the way she was used to for so very long, and she finds comfort in reclining beneath her new mistress and doing as she's told. Lauriel's gaze fills the doll's little world, accompanied by the sensation of absent-minded humping.
The command itself is simple, but the answer could go on at-length. The doll has just enough presence of mind to interpret that she's being told to guide, to give suggestions rather than recite a full list of pleasurable activities.
"You are already making me feel so very good, Miss Lauriel," the doll says, even as she twitches with the restrained desire to touch, to kiss, to hold. "You are commanding me, praising me, teasing me, using me." Her eyelids flutter as Miss Lauriel gropes her face again. "Will you... examine me more? It is so nice to be appreciated." And the doll is still far too clothed.
It's always worth waiting for the sort of appreciation the doll deserves.
The doll doesn't have a heart, per se, but if she did, Lauriel's command would engender in her a flutter. "Yes, Miss Lauriel," she whispers, something like relief in her tone. It has been some time since someone took control of the doll in the way she was used to for so very long, and she finds comfort in reclining beneath her new mistress and doing as she's told. Lauriel's gaze fills the doll's little world, accompanied by the sensation of absent-minded humping.
The command itself is simple, but the answer could go on at-length. The doll has just enough presence of mind to interpret that she's being told to guide, to give suggestions rather than recite a full list of pleasurable activities.
"You are already making me feel so very good, Miss Lauriel," the doll says, even as she twitches with the restrained desire to touch, to kiss, to hold. "You are commanding me, praising me, teasing me, using me." Her eyelids flutter as Miss Lauriel gropes her face again. "Will you... examine me more? It is so nice to be appreciated." And the doll is still far too clothed.