“You’re going to be my good girl today,” she told me, her eyes glinting playfully. I’d just woken, the room quietly lit with sunlight filtered through the lace curtains covering the windows. “My perfect little doll.”

Breath catching in my throat, I went still, fighting the urge to pull her into my arms and kiss her. To tell her how much I loved her. Instead, I just lay there, head propped on my pillow as she painted my lips red with her favourite shade of lipstick.    

Once, we had played these games with leather cuffs and rope. That seemed like forever ago.  Now it was a simple phrase that left me helpless and in a haze of erotic lust.

Just two words. Good Girl. That’s all it took.

As I lay on the unmade bed, staring at her, she posed me, gently spreading my legs open while I remained motionless, her fingers trailing over my warm flesh agonizingly slow, starting with the soles of my feet, admonishing as my toes curled and my ankles tightened.

“Be my good girl,” she said, a warm smile playing briefly on her lips. The pillow under my head allowed me to watch, my eyes settling on her face, our gazes locked as I tried to relax. It had taken me months to realize what she was doing. Conditioning me to be her perfect little doll.  Not that I’d objected. I’d been a willing victim, needing this as much, if not more, than she had.

That phrase again.  Reinforcing her hold on me. I did my best to hold perfectly still, trying to keep from reacting to her sensuous touch. Concentrating on calming each breath as I welcomed the haze of subspace to take me. It didn’t take long to slip into a hypnotic trance for her.

She held my gaze as her fingers wandered over the top of my foot, fingertips teasingly trailing over my calf. I felt my eyes go wide and my lips part as my breath caught and my pussy clenched. Pausing, she shook her head, her expression hardening.

“Good girls stay perfectly still.”

I didn’t dare say a word or even nod my head. Instead I willed myself into obedience, imagining myself as a perfect little porcelain girl, my skin perfectly smooth from neck to toe.

He face softened, seeing the effort I was putting forth, her finger resuming their trip up my leg, sharp nails gliding along the back of my knee and then inside my thigh, causing me to shiver.  My pussy was aching for her touch, clenching over and over as I felt her growing closer. I could fell my pussy warming, leaking onto the sheet beneath me as she began to trace my lips with her fingertip with agonizing slowness.

“Such a beautiful plaything. My little toy,” she praised me, her voice filled with lust. I felt my heart beating against my ribs, my pulse racing erratically though my veins as she brushed my clit briefly causing me to let out a silent sob of need.

“Shush. Remember what you are.”

I concentrated hard, not on her touch as she began the cycle again, this time on my left leg, starting with the bottom of my foot. I concentrated on being perfectly still. I concentrated on being her doll. I concentrated on going deeper, her words helping.

“Such a good girl. I am so proud of you. Let yourself go.”

I could feel my pussy leaking, wetting the sheet. I had no control over that, but the rest…

I stared upwards, willing myself sightless. I pushed away the girl I had been and replaced her with the girl I was. Her good girl. Her perfect doll.  This time, when she teased my clit, I kept perfectly still. Perfectly silent, ignoring the fire that spread through me. The electricity crackling through my nervous system with each light touch.

It didn’t end there. I felt her touch along my hipbones. Over my ribs. My collarbones. And then finally, on my nipples. By then they were sensitive and swollen. Hard and stiff. Each touch almost broke me. Almost provoked a reaction. I tried to keep my breathes calm, but it was growing impossible to keep from panting as she teased and caressed and pinched mercilesly.

“Such a good little girl,” She cooed, knowing perfectly well what she was doing to me. I felt myself going deeper. Losing myself. There was only her. Her words, her touch, her every breath. Nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered.  She knew it too.

She stopped then. I felt her pull the sheet over me, covering me from to just below my small breasts. It felt like a thousand points of pleasure against my skin.

“I’m going to leave you for a while. And while I am gone, you’re going to be my perfect little doll. No matter what happens. And you are going to be a good girl while I’m gone,” she whispered in my ear, stroking my hair tenderly before planting a soft kiss on my open lips.  

 I lay there, feeling her weight lift from the bed. Hearing her footsteps fade. Left alone, the only sound the beating of my heart in my ears as I lay there, listening for her to return, forcing myself to breathe slowly. Softly. Quietly. Letting myself drift.

How long I lay there, I have no idea. Eventually, I heard a sound. Footfalls on the hard wood floor. Not hers. I’d memorized hers. Heavier. Hesitant. I felt myself tense and then relax, reminding myself to be a good girl.

The steps paused. I could feel a presence. I imagined a stranger standing over me. Watching me. A moment later the sheet covering me was pulled aside, revealing me, my legs spread my arms along my sides.  I felt a thrill travelling though me, the feeling of vulnerability exciting me.

And then a voice. Masculine and deep and full of lust.

“She said I could do anything to you.”

Fear mixed with an almost overwhelming euphoria as he words reached my ears and my eyes opened briefly, gaze flickering as a strange man slowly pulling his zipper down, his thick cock already stiff as he began to stroke it, his expression hungry.

“Anything I wanted.”

I closed my eyes again, unable to keep from panting as I felt his touch on my cheek. Stroking my face softly. Tracing my lips with rough fingers, pushing them into my mouth, prying my mouth open, wetting them with my drool. I felt his weight on the bed. And then he pulled the pillow from beneath my head.

“She said you’d be such a good girl for me.”

I felt myself go deeper still as he rolled me over on my tummy and stuffed my pillow under my hips, lifting them. I lost myself as he pushed a finger, wet with my saliva, into my bottom, forcing my tight pucker open, stretching me wide open while I lay motionless beneath him, waiting for what came next. I didn’t have long to wait before he replaced his fingers with his cock, forcing himself into me.

“She said to tell you there are others waiting to use you when I’m done with you.”

I held back a whimper as he started brutally fucking me, slamming his hips into my ass, pushing me forward with each thrust until his cock began to twitch and let out a grunt, filling my ass with warm cum.

He pulled out slowly, his cum dripping out of my ass and onto the sheets.

“What a fucking slut,” he mumbled, wiping his sticky cock on my ass.  

I am a good girl, I corrected him silently, barely noticing as he left and another took his place.