cheerio_cherry
Supernova
- Joined
- Feb 9, 2010
A doll is made to specific orders. The delivery is often quick but several dolls still wait to be picked up. The master of one has ordered a sex doll, a sex doll that the master maker wants to have. She is scared and alone, standing quietly in a corner, bright blonde hair and cornflower blue eyes making her look like a fallen angel. She wears little, a skimpy suitsuit design, also ordered by the man who ordered her. She is the most fragile doll in the place.
Today she is to be picked up. Or so she thinks. The designer and doll maker has her loaded into a van, naked now. Ready to please her master in seconds. She is trembling and when he crawls into the back she bolts out the back, falling heavily to her knees in traffic, racing to a pavement before stumbling again. She looks up into the eyes of a man and cries out in fear, racing towards her new master's home, the data put in by the designer. She is soon at the door, on her knees, crying and fearful, needing her master.
Today she is to be picked up. Or so she thinks. The designer and doll maker has her loaded into a van, naked now. Ready to please her master in seconds. She is trembling and when he crawls into the back she bolts out the back, falling heavily to her knees in traffic, racing to a pavement before stumbling again. She looks up into the eyes of a man and cries out in fear, racing towards her new master's home, the data put in by the designer. She is soon at the door, on her knees, crying and fearful, needing her master.