⋆ 𝘿𝙤𝙡𝙡.

eyes widening beneath its mask, the doll definitely was nervous; but it was trained to show no fear.

instead, as it kept staring, it slowly and carefully removed its gag.

slowly moving down to its knees; reverently staring up at her.

the way she says it, almost makes it worry more.

but it had little choice; and so, it would slowly start wandering around the ranch.

slowly, hesitantly, approaching.

oh. well, at least it had the freedom of the ranch...

would it see her again? or was it on its own now? it felt confused...

who knew who was watching then? either of their owners, or both; perhaps they weren't even at home, but at a show, on display?

nothing for either of them to worry about, however. bracing itself best it could on the ground, the doll started moaning at his thrusts.

“ ...but... i chose this... i... i enjoy being nothing... being a toy... ”

a confused whimper, but it didn't stop its worship; happily nuzzling into her hand for comfort.

“ ...what would you make me—? ”

and who knew who was watching? the doll certainly didn't; it was fully blind.

a moan left it as well as it felt him slide in, pathetically whimpering.

a confused whine as she started leaving; the mutt awkwardly trying to follow her up the stairs.

was she leaving it alone? it didn't expect that.

whining into its own muzzle, the doll meekly lowered its front, letting its arms lie flat against the ground and propping its rear up; presenting its hole even better.

what a pathetic sight the pair of them surely made.

oh?

its holes are openly accessible; unzipped, and presented whether it wants to or not. he should have no difficulty with it.

a happy bark was its response; the only sound it could really make now. smiling up at her, it nuzzled against her leg.

just a helpless pup, bound, blind, and fully at the mercy of whoever comes across it.

“ i am. i am subhuman. i am just a toy... ”

a happy little sound escaped it at the pets, the doll smiling up at her.

the doll can be found locked in a bitchsuit, slowly wandering around.

it would be more than happy to.

how would she wish for it to worship her?

nodding as liz asked about a muzzle, it smiled.

as she spoke of her son, it barked; curious but excited to find him.

“ i am content being nobody... just a thing... just a doll... ”

smiling as cirice put the weights aside, the doll crawled closer; body making more contact as it continued to lick her sweat off. “ i am, however, yours to do with as you please... ”

“ i'm sure she'd let you... probably for very little, too... ”

continuing in its worship, it whispered between its licks. “ ...i would need no name, though... honoured as i'd be... ”

raising a le— a paw, it awkwardly gestured at its face; it had thoughts about a muzzle.

at the suggestion of her son, it tilted its head in curiosity, a confused whine leaving it.

a slow nod, leaning into that hand on its chin; thinking for a second or two, it then excitedly barked at her, smiling afterwards.

“ ...thanks, miss... ”

it muttered, squeezes and gropes getting more intense as it continued to lick her skin clean.

“ ...thank you... ” it whispered, before bending forward; licking along cirice's skin, savouring the taste of her sweat. latex digits carefully and reverently felt and touched the muscles as tongue danced along skin, tasting, cleaning, worshipping.

“ it truly is... i love being what i am... ”

grinding in return, it grinned, spurring her further on.

happily sliding into its new restraints, it wiggled and tested its bound limbs, indeed unable to escape.

looking up at its owner, the mutt grinned.

eyes widening at the last suggestion, it nodded, bending its head forward to allow her access to the clasps of its gag.

it would like all of that, a lot.

nodding quietly, it follow her, kneeling down besides her as she starts doing the curls.

for a moment, though, it hesitates; uncertain of how it should worship her.

nodding, it nuzzled up to cirice a little further, closing its eyes as it took a few moments.

then, eventually, it looked up at her again; giving a thumbs up. it was ready.

a shrug was the doll's only response, still gagged. it hadn't been treated harshly, but it hadn't seen much use in general lately. mostly, it has been in storage.

happiness was the only emotion present in its eyes; the doll immediately clinging tightly to cirice once it realised it was her.