The doll squeals a bit at the first bite, then whines at others. Though she does not fear pain, she very much does still feel it--it helps complete her simulation of a real person. A part of her regrets that Miss Lauriel must stop biting to speak, to withdraw, to give space for disrobing, while a part of her appreciates the brief respite... if only because it will let the doll's senses recover so she'll feel it more sharply when the bites return. The doll quietly basks in her mistress' praise while Lauriel shifts position.
The doll gratefully accepts the help sitting up, though she doesn't require it--it's Miss Lauriel's kindness that she appreciates. However, the doll goes a step further and stands before the bench to better aid her task. That this gives Miss Lauriel a chance to see the nude doll standing tall before her is a side-benefit, one the doll extends by taking a moment to kick off her shoes and take out her hairpin, shaking her pale hair out to shoulder-length so Miss Lauriel can play with it as well. Of course Miss Lauriel can see the bite-marks she's left on the doll, to say nothing of her exquisitely-erect nipples and the dew coating her thighs.
The doll leans forward, then, so she may complete her task without towering over Miss Lauriel. She's much more deliberate undressing Miss Lauriel than when their situations had been reversed, but that's as it should be: the doll shows the reverence her mistress deserves. First she removes Miss Lauriel's coat, careful to set it over the back of the bench so her mistress doesn't grow anxious about having her weapon out-of-reach. Then she slides her hands under the fabric of the shirt (and bra, if there is one), pulling it off Miss Lauriel with sensual care and exposing flesh to air.
"Ah, Miss, you are so petite," the doll says with appreciation and some envy. Though the doll is lithe, often she feels that being so tall doesn't match her servile nature.
The doll kneels, then, to help with Miss Lauriel's shoes and pants, her patient efforts building anticipation. But her hands stop inches from her mistress' panties when commanded. Between Miss Lauriel's revealed fear, and the transformation of a command into a question, the doll recognizes that a simple "Yes, Miss" won't do.
She places her warm hands on Miss Lauriel's thighs, looking up at her without a trace of disappointment or impatience. "Of course, Miss Lauriel. Will you tell me how best to touch you?" As one hand continues to massage Miss Lauriel's thigh--soothingly, perhaps, or enticingly--another creeps up and just brushes the curve of one breast. "I would continue be a good doll for you, Miss."
A mere doll is no threat, for her mistress holds all the power. A clever doll knows when to remind her mistress of such.
The doll is far too sweet to ever be manipulative, right?
The doll gratefully accepts the help sitting up, though she doesn't require it--it's Miss Lauriel's kindness that she appreciates. However, the doll goes a step further and stands before the bench to better aid her task. That this gives Miss Lauriel a chance to see the nude doll standing tall before her is a side-benefit, one the doll extends by taking a moment to kick off her shoes and take out her hairpin, shaking her pale hair out to shoulder-length so Miss Lauriel can play with it as well. Of course Miss Lauriel can see the bite-marks she's left on the doll, to say nothing of her exquisitely-erect nipples and the dew coating her thighs.
The doll leans forward, then, so she may complete her task without towering over Miss Lauriel. She's much more deliberate undressing Miss Lauriel than when their situations had been reversed, but that's as it should be: the doll shows the reverence her mistress deserves. First she removes Miss Lauriel's coat, careful to set it over the back of the bench so her mistress doesn't grow anxious about having her weapon out-of-reach. Then she slides her hands under the fabric of the shirt (and bra, if there is one), pulling it off Miss Lauriel with sensual care and exposing flesh to air.
"Ah, Miss, you are so petite," the doll says with appreciation and some envy. Though the doll is lithe, often she feels that being so tall doesn't match her servile nature.
The doll kneels, then, to help with Miss Lauriel's shoes and pants, her patient efforts building anticipation. But her hands stop inches from her mistress' panties when commanded. Between Miss Lauriel's revealed fear, and the transformation of a command into a question, the doll recognizes that a simple "Yes, Miss" won't do.
She places her warm hands on Miss Lauriel's thighs, looking up at her without a trace of disappointment or impatience. "Of course, Miss Lauriel. Will you tell me how best to touch you?" As one hand continues to massage Miss Lauriel's thigh--soothingly, perhaps, or enticingly--another creeps up and just brushes the curve of one breast. "I would continue be a good doll for you, Miss."
A mere doll is no threat, for her mistress holds all the power. A clever doll knows when to remind her mistress of such.