Dolls and Mannequins

You never knew how much fun playing with dolls and mannequins could be — until today. Versatile outlets for creativity, therapeutic benefits for stress relief, and the self-indulgent thrill of free manipulation.

One demands your worship, your loyalty, your love.

The other begs for degradation, for use, for whatever scraps you and Gaeul decide to give her.

And who are you to say no?

Gaeul — the living definition of a human doll that you treasure and love.

And Karina — your willing little slut, a mannequin for your defilement, living proof of total surrender.

“Please… please fuck me!”

Karina’s hoarse voice cuts through the air again. You ignore it, but it sends a dark thrill right through you, knowing that she's watching shadows of you locked in a passionate oral embrace with Gaeul, claiming what is yours, knowing that she's breaking a little more every passing second.

And Gaeul, she looks so ethereal, so dreamy… Blonde hair tied in a loose braid, slightly ruffled and messy from your intense makeout session. Lying on the bed, you pull your lips from hers and you stare at her enchanting face — silky smooth skin slightly flushed, rosy cheeks, visibly embarrassed from the steamy atmosphere as she looks away.

Your eyes can't help but scan her entire body. She's donned in a white lacy one-piece blouse that exposes her delectable neck and shoulders, the creamy white outfit contrasting in a temptingly delicate way with the peach-pink silk bed sheets.

On the other side of the room, the scene couldn't be more different.

Karina is bound to a cold steel X-frame, cuffed arms stretched far and high, legs restrained wide and low. Hips fastened tight with a leather strap that cuts into her waist, every inch of her is exposed, helpless.

Sweat glistens on her skin, making her look used, abused, desperate. “P-please let — me — cum —” Her whimpering begs mix with the low hum of the vibrator buzzing right against her leaking core. Between her thighs, a Hitachi wand is mounted upright from the ground, pressing mercilessly against her swollen clit on its lowest, maddening setting. It's never enough to push her over, just enough to keep her teetering on the verge of collapse. An hour? Two? Karina has lost track. She’s been like this since her last lecture, which had supposedly ended at 4.30 p.m.

Your eyes glance at the clock on the wall — 8.47 p.m.

More than four hours. Four hours of tortuous denial.

You almost feel bad.

“Don't,” Gaeul’s voice snaps you back. “That slut deserves it.” Tilting her body to the side, her small hands grab on to the remote. “Besides, she agreed to this, saying it's her way of redemption… yada yada.”

With a curt smile, she pushes the button all the way to the maximum.

“F-fuck —” The cuffs clink violently as Karina yanks tightly, hips jerking futilely against the leather straps.

“One… Two… Three…” Gaeul twirls her golden braid as she counts to ten — ten seconds of intense, overwhelming vibration. She’s been repeating this cycle for hours. Ten minutes of low, achins denial, ten seconds of cruel, intense spikes. “Nine… Ten.”

The button slides back down. The high frequency shaking fades to a low, dull buzz.

“Please please — I’m sorry!” Karina sobs through the haze.

“Sorry?” Gaeul hops off her royal pink bed, gliding towards the debased mess. “What could you possibly be sorry for? Sorry for agreeing to be punished?” She cups Karina’s cheeks with her hands, thumbs rubbing away streaming tears of sexual deprivation. “Sorry for trying to seduce my man?” Her voice drops, sweet and venomous. “Sorry that you failed?”

“I-I don't kn —”

Before Karina can finish, Gaeul pulls a ball gag from the nightstand and stuffs the red plastic sphere into her mouth. “You're so fucking noisy. Pets don't deserve to speak unless they're allowed to.”

Her quick deft fingers circle behind Karina’s head. Click. The rubber straps fasten tight.

Another privilege robbed.

Freedom of movement — stolen. Cold metal cuffs and tight leather straps offering no more than helpless jerks and bucks.

Freedom of sight — blurred. Your transparent boxers, still faintly scented with your skin and arousal, wraps tightly around her eyes, only allowing muted light and blurred shadows to be seen.

Freedom of speech — silenced. The cool, hard ball fills her mouth, turning every plea into garbled wet sounds of sticky saliva dropping through those holes.

“There we go. All bound, gagged, blinded —” Gaeul breathes into Karina’s ears, sharp nails tracing slow, teasing lines across her trembling waist. “— just like the whorish mannequin you are.”

Karina’s body jerks at the touch, a muffled whimper leaking around the gag. The sound tugs at something in your chest. Guilt? Pity? Satisfaction? All tangled together in a knot. But you tighten it. Gaeul's right. She’s the one who chose this.

“And you, my love.” Gaeul glides gracefully back onto the silk sheets, propping herself up like royalty. She lifts her legs, resting her delicate feet against your thighs. “Treat me like the princess doll I deserve to be.”

Enamoured, you drop to your knees without hesitation, cradling one foot in your hands. Your lips brush her toes in gentle, reverent kisses, planting marks of devotion and adoration that make her sigh in content. You slowly work your way up — feet, ankle, the sensitive spot behind her knees, the smooth expanse of her inner thighs, the mole right on the left of her groin. Each kiss is deliberate, worshipful, a mark of promise that she’s the only one who matters.

Your hands slide up her legs, lifting the hem of her lacy white blouse, exposing more of her flawless skin. When you reach the damp rosy lace covering her heat, you pause — just long enough to breathe her in — then plant a final, lingering kiss right over the wet spot. The thin fabric is soaked through, her arousal seeping warm on your lips.

Gaeul’s fingers thread into your hair, guiding you closer with gentle pressure. “Right there, my love,” she rasps, voice soft and pleased. “Keep worshipping your doll.”

You peel the damp lace of Gaeul’s panties aside, exposing her fully. She's already soaked, pussy glistening, and the musky scent of her arousal hits you like a drug. You lower your mouth slowly, starting with tender kisses along her folds, light presses of your lips that makes her sigh your name.

Your tongue traces her entrance, lapping gently, savouring each and every drop. Her hips roll needily into you, fingers threading deeper into your hair. “That’s it… Worship me properly.” She coaxes, voice soft and dreamy.

Across the room, Karina lets out another muffled grunt — hoarse, broken, desperate. The low hum of the Hitachi continues its endless tease.

“Oh right. Can't forget about you.” A small pleased smile curves on Gaeul’s lips. Without looking away from you, she reaches blindly for the remote. Her thumb flicks it upwards — not to the maximum, just a medium pulse.

The effect is instant. “Mmmph —” A moan rips through the holes in the gag as Karina arches her back against the cold X-frame. Her chest trembles in tandem with the increased intensity, full breasts glistening with fresh sweat.

“You hear that?” Gaeul whispers, pressing your head closer. “Every time you make me feel good, she suffers a little more.”

You spread your tongue over her dripping folds and circle slowly; Gaeul rewards you with a pleasurable moan. Her free hand stays on the remote, thumb hovering. And you get to work: sucking her folds gently, tongue flicking and lapping at her soaking cavern, fingers sliding inside her with tender strokes. Each action earns Gaeul her deserved pleasure.

A quick buzz when your tongue digs deep.

A longer wave when your fingers curl and twist.

A short burst when you slurp and slobber her juices.

Never the full ten second maximum — just teasing, varying patterns that keep Karina on the edge without mercy.

Karina’s reactions grow more desperate — muffled sobs, futile bucks against the straps, the wet sound of her arousal dripping faster. But you don’t look over. You can’t. Gaeul’s taste, her softness, the way she trembles under your mouth — it’s all-consuming.

Only when Gaeul’s moans turn needier, her grip in your hair tightening with frustration at your continued gentleness, does she finally crank the wand to full power — ten full seconds of overwhelming vibration.

Karina’s scream is raw. Her body convulses. The restraints rattle violently.