My Doll Home
Sally smiled and nodded as though she thoroughly understood. I gathered with nothing said that Marguerite had given her the exact same instructions, and I knew that Sally could put two and two together.
"Going to join us...uh...I mean, see the dolls, Martin? You'll love uh...them. See you soon," said Sally, looking a bit wistful.
I thought for a second that the way she phrased that was odd, but thought no more about it, then. She was certainly good-looking and I had considered her as a prospect for some interesting fun every time I had seen her before I had met Marguerite. I wondered for a moment how Sally knew about the dolls...and was that just a slip when she said "join us?" Just the same, I thought, Sally didn't have to assume that she'd see me before Tuesday.
I got to Marguerite's she'd asked me not to drive my car, no parking available she said, so I used mass transportation on a handy bus which stopped at the nearest corner at quarter to seven. I had showered and dressed as though for a night out, yet I had a strange feeling that we would not leave the apartment all week-end.
Marguerite's "place" was not after all leased, as I had expected. She owned the entire building, and occupied the three bottom floors and the basement!
She opened the inner door to her home "dressed" only in a loosely held shawl which she dropped at once to reveal her entire gorgeous body.
I should have had a raging erection, but I felt only great desire to please Marguerite. The look with which she regarded me made my mind quiver, and I thought to myself, This is the most beautiful woman you will ever know, and she is your mistress.
I could not have kept myself from saying what I next said, in gasps of fevered adoration.
"Marguerite, I... I just now realised that I want to be yours . . . if you'll have me. You must be the most beautiful woman I've ever known!"
She smiled and kissed my cheek. I felt lavishly rewarded, and somehow as though I had been promised the world. Something on my chest prickled and rubbed, tickling, against my t-shirt. Turning away finally from a long, meaningful, heated interplay of glances, she toured me around her place like any house-proud woman, mentioning in passing,
"I would be very happy if you meant that, Marty. Can I count on it? Good." She turned to look me straight in the eyes.
"Get undressed, you'll be more comfortable.
As I hastily undressed without further thought, she continued,
"As you will soon realise, I've always taken real interest in a certain type of...person, and now that I can afford it, I've been able to obtain what I wish. I'm certain that you'll enjoy being a part of it."
I thought it quite natural that she had not shown me her bedroom yet. I wondered briefly what the rest of the space was used for, and how much it must have cost.
"Yes, I like your place very much, Marguerite, but you did mention your hobby when you invited me."
"Ah. Well, you'll have to wait until after dinner, dear Marty." She cupped my head in her strong hands and kissed me soundly. My head swirled, my knees weakened and I would have fallen, I do believe, if she had not supported me to a deep chair and plopped me in. The fabric felt very odd against my bottom. I felt slightly wider in the butt, and there was an odd sensation in my chest, as though something was swelling.
"I think you need a drink. I have some wine I'd like your opinion on, a new pressing, but I think it's got a nice bouquet, and it's not too sweet."
"Oh. Happy to." I had no idea what she had just said, nor to what I was agreeing, my head was so muzzy. I noticed the funny sensation in my chest had become more intense, and when I felt myself in slight alarm my nipples were sticking out. Were they bigger? I paid them no further heed.
Marguerite brought in two huge goblets of a deep red wine. I could smell tartness, tinged with a smell of some herb. I seldom drank wine, but in this instance I tasted, then sipped and quickly drank about half the goblet. It was excellent, full-bodied and not as tart as I had thought. I was soon hungry for whatever she had prepared for dinner, I was becoming more and more curious about her dolls, and I was hungry for Marguerite.
Although the unfamiliar swellings on my chest kept brushing against my arms as I cut whatever the meat was, I again paid them no particular heed. However, I did notice a slight sensation of tickling in my crotch, but I did my best to ignore that, thinking that I was becoming aroused by Marguerite's proximity and the luscious way she smelled.
Dinner was as good as I had expected, although I later remembered not one dish we ate. I ate a lot, yet I did not feel distended afterwards. I felt very aroused and thought I must be showing an erection, but there was no lump when I brushed a hand hastily across my lap. Marguerite noticed my gesture and commented as we rose form the table,
"You'll soon appreciate the loss of certain things a great deal, Marty. And there'll be certain gains, too. I'll take very good care of you!" She kissed me deeply again, holding me close to her with her strong arms.
My belly and crotch twitched and it seemed heavenly to rub my nipples against her breasts as she held me to her luscious body.
Something happened after dinner ...I certainly was feeling very strange, and I had an increasing desire to fondle Marguerite. Something was affecting my mind. I heard myself make an unexpected and impassioned statement.
" Marguerite, I want to be yours...forever! I adore you!"
"Do you want to make love to me?"
"Oh! Yes, if that is your wish...mistress."
In those few moments I felt a great change in myself. My lower belly tickled, and I felt a continual shrinking sensation, tickling and pleasant at the same time. My breasts and my nipples swelled. I paid little attention to myself, for I was concentrating on Marguerite's lovely breasts and belly, so rounded, so firm, her upright nipples so enticing! My own nipples and belly tingled.
"Now, Marty, we'll go to see my...dolls. I'm sure you'll be happy with them. You will appreciate me more every minute and I want you to abide with me, just like my other.... Come."
I walked alongside her, our arms about each other's waists, our hips rubbing lightly against each other's warmth. I enjoyed the sensation of my hips swaying against hers, the increasing fullness of my breasts. Mistress's breasts entranced me and all I could think of was how her nipple would feel under my finger and how she smelled and how her quim would taste. I was becoming less and less sure of who or what I was, or where, but that did not concern me, for it felt so good when she touched my breasts and my nipples hardened. I wanted to push and squirm my belly against her. I did not care what was happening, I just knew that Marguerite made me feel welcome and made me want to stay with her.
We entered a large room, I think on a lower floor of her home and I was momen-tarily astonished to see statues of what at first looked like very life-like material, each representing a still, nude, life-sized figure.
"Oh, there's a likeness of Sally!" I exclaimed, starting toward the figure to examine it. My voice was now pitched higher, yet it seemed quite natural.
"Yes, it's Sally. For quite some time she's been in my collection. Let her rest, now, Marta. My dolls. . . you're puppets really, you see, Marta. I control my puppets, you all do as I wish, but that doesn't bother you, does it?"
"No, Marguer...."
"I'm 'Mistress,' Marta, dear. You're a lovely part of my collection."
I could not quite understand, and my mind was whirling so that nothing save a strong feeling that what Mistress said was right made much sense to me. I felt very warm and happy, my belly almost burning, my inner thighs wet with my desire. I could feel my nipples tightening more as I felt increasing arousal.
"Me? Wha...? I'm...I'm Mar...ta, I am Mar...ta, Marta, yes, that's my. . . name. Mistress, I feel strange, have I been ill?"
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