Violet Lovedoll Pt. 01

If there was a purpose to this modification, I have yet to figure out what it was.

My body was still slim and petite, though my height no longer seemed short as the towering heels made my stockinged legs stretch on and on. My torso and pelvis both reflected light in a glossy shine, the transparent nature of the second-skin left my creamy, blemish-free skin completely exposed. The thin polymers were stretched tight and bonded to my hairless skin, its tight squeeze molding my figure to an idyllic hourglass with permanent 20-inch waist.

As I sniffed my nose, I smelled a fragrant, lavender scent wafting off my body. Clearly, Master even took advantage of my many customization options to turn me into a walking air refreshener.

The only thing my body wore were opera gloves, thigh high stockings, and a violet bondage harness integrated inside my polymer second-skin. This harness began with a ring of rubber around my neck, which lay half-concealed under the seamless steel collar hugging my throat. It grasped just tight enough to be unforgettable, and from there rubber straps of 1/2-inch width descended in a halter-outline to my breasts.

Whereas my facial changes were subtle, my breasts now featured fleshy, D-cups instead of the modest bumps I used to have on my chest. A rubber-lined, steel-cored ring squeezed around the base of each orb, forcing them to bulge out lewdly and leaving them faintly but constantly throbbing. Combined with how my shoulders were pulled back by my wrist bonds, it forced my chest to thrust forward and jut out the twin melons like a prostitute.

As with almost everywhere else, my second-skin pulled taut over the creamy flesh of these chest globes. They seemed to accentuate their softness and fullness with its glossy shine. The polymers also bonded to the platinum rings squeezing the base of my nipples, but left a hole where my always-hard nipples poked out. Engorged and sensitive, I could feel every breeze in the room's cool air touching them, and their pink color looked just begging to be teased. The barbell piercings and attached U-clip were also left exposed, and I shivered as I thought about how Master could choose to restrain me by my nipples.

The harness then descended from my breast rings. Two bands split off to the sides of my narrow waist, where they met my rear straps before tilting back and diving towards my crotch. These straps formed a tall diamond ('<>') shape that outlined my flat tummy, with my belly button filled by an amethyst stud piercing.

The bush above my crotch had long vanished, and instead the 'V' shape of the lower harness served to accentuate a new tattoo. An artistic pink heart outline with its sides wrapped in silver chains now marked the smooth flesh between my belly button and crotch. The pelvic tattoo was just large enough to hold the word 'SLAVE' in 1-inch tall black ink, while beneath the heart wrapped the smaller text 'Property of L. Weiss'.

My thighs squeezed together as I felt my insides tingling, just before a long moan was plucked from me. The dildo had withdrawn again, with agonizing slowness, before screwing back inside so fast it left my knees buckling. The phallus probably started pumping again as a result of me standing still.

Looking back at the mirror, my tear-stained gaze met the gleaming oval of the thin, narrow steel that surrounded my mons and highlighted my sex, which formed the lower anchor to my harness as well as the base for my crotch shield. The transparent cover and outer dildo left nothing to the imagination as they pushed apart my labia to reveal my love tunnel. The pink, sensitive folds wrapped around the smooth outer dildo like a loving blanket, while lust juices trailed down the transparent sides of the phallus and pooled beneath the shallow concave of the see-through shield.

I could feel my engorged clitoris and the platinum ring that constantly squeezed its base. Two beads flanking the ring kept my hood peeled back, while a tiny U-clip inserted into the beads anchored a clitoral wire -- which ran through the shield before ending in a ring just outside and a golden catbell dangling beyond that. Above my pleasure button, the barbell that vertically pierced my hood constantly pressed against my love button. Below, a buzzing prick from my chastity shield vibrated the long stalk in my urethra, which reached all the way to my bladder while giving the sensation of constantly peeing.

The combination of the shield and my harness reminded me of a chastity belt. Except a real chastity belt would at least allow my sex to breathe! This airtight version just sealed me off in a hot furnace of boiling, wet lust, until my Master felt the need to use me.

I turned slightly to look behind me. Two narrow harness bands emerged behind the steel framing my mons and dove straight into the crack between my butt cheeks. Two connected straps also flung out to the sides, hugging the underside of my ass as they pulled back up to my pelvic bones. The result was that my buttocks -- which might have grown a little but probably not much -- were cleaved in two and both lifted upward. Gleaming from the transparent second-skin, these firm globes offered a permanent invitation to be slapped and groped.

My back was entirely bare, except for the tall diamond-shape ('<>') formed by harness bands running from my collar ring to the lower side of my breasts, then merged back together just above my ass cheeks where the various harness straps joined.

Contrasting my jutting breasts, narrow waist, and plump butt, my slim arms and legs were hugged by innocent, pure-white charmeuse. The glossy satin-weave covered the layer of skin-bonding polymers, although somehow I could still feel the smooth, soft texture through this second skin. The stockings -- with its violet 'seams' front and back -- ran up to an inch-wide garter band two-thirds up my thighs.

Despite the smooth, latex look and feel of these garters, I could feel the hardened strips inside as they squeezed my thighs without give, until my sensitive flesh bulged out slightly on each side. Like my ankle bands they each held a tiny silver ring on the back. They were also connected to my bondage harness by garter straps front and back.

Lastly, my white opera gloves ran up to similar violet, inch-wide bands just below my armpits. Another tiny silver ring hung off the back of each band, and I shivered as my mind recognized the clear pattern and their potential use in controlling me. Two elastic, violet rubber straps then connected each armband to the front and rear sides of my rubber-padded collar, framing the patch of skin on each shoulder that remained exposed without the transparent polymer covering them.

As I took in my entire image I thought of only one thing. If the goal of my modifications and harness had been to accentuate the image of an innocent schoolgirl with the body of a dripping, horny slut, then they've succeeded in spades.

<strong>Chapter 7 - A New Life Begins</strong>

I made my way out of the bedroom a few minutes later, leaning against the wall and panting with arousal as my weak legs balanced atop the treacherous heels. It didn't surprise me that the master who paid millions for a girl owned a mansion. Though how the anchoring rails seemed to run everywhere was... unexpected.

'At least I won't spend all my time in a dungeon,' I thought.

I had to pause my trembling legs every few steps when the hellish itch in my pleasure bud grew unbearable. A tear fell from my eyes as my body ached for my Master's manhood to pump into me. Would there ever be a moment when my body could relax without desperately wishing to be fucked again? A depressing 'no' came from the nonstop tingling in my swollen clitoris.

A moment of distraction was all it took for me to lose my balance. My weak legs crumbled under me and I fell sideways towards the stairs. I yelped as my hands jerked against the wrist cuffs locked behind my collar. Bound as I was, there was no way I could break my fall to save myself!

In my moment of crisis I missed the sound of hurried steps. I braced myself for impact, only to land in the safety of large hands as strong arms held me.

I turned my eyes and met my Master's concerned gaze. He breathed out in relief before lifting my feet off the floor to carry me in his arms like a new bride. My face flushed redder just from looking at his handsome smile. My panting breath grew heavier and more aroused, as though his mere presence elicited lust in me...

No. There was no 'as though' about it. My body was definitely responding as my vaginal muscles clenched. The phallus inside me gave another slow pump as if to emphasize just how much I craved him. It was apparent that I had been trained go into heat at the very sight of him.

"Master?" My wispy voice gasped. The low volume of my words, no matter how much emphasis I put in, was definitely a change.

"Close call there. I figured you might have some trouble. How are you feeling--?"

Amazingly, he then called me by my name.

Nobody had greeted me by name since I was kidnapped.

My lips trembled, and I felt huge tears roll down my cheeks as my heart ached over everything I had lost.

He pulled my shoulders into his strong arms, his warm embrace.

"It's okay... you're safe now--"

He called my name again, which only felt like another dagger had stabbed into my heart.

I couldn't go back to my old life even if I was freed. My mind and body had already changed too much. I had become a trained plaything, a slave conditioned to prioritize sexual urges over everything else...

'I could never be a normal girl again' -- this was a truth that I did not want to face despite knowing it in my soul.

"Please don't call me that, Master," I whispered between sobs.

"Wha... why? Isn't it your name?" He asked.

...Meanwhile a sword in his pants began to poke at my butt. My body instantly tensed up as I felt the urge for him to penetrate me.

"It was my name," I cried a moment later.

I wanted to push him away but I couldn't. Not only was he my master and therefore should be obeyed. Not only was he my owner and thus could control every part of me. But he was also the only person still left to me in this life!

"But I can't be that girl any longer! So please don't say that name!"

A flood of tears burst from each of my crying eyes. Had it not been for him carrying me, I would have collapsed onto the floor as all the tension in my body released in loud wailing.

...

It took some time before he could calm me back down.

He had carried me downstairs to a comfortable lounge room in the back of his mansion, lined with floor-to-ceiling windows that displayed the waterfall and rainforest outside. There, he sat with me in the corner of a velvet sofa, and cuddled and caressed and petted me until I stopped crying and simply sat in a daze.

...A deeply aroused daze. He didn't turn off the sex toys inside me, nor could my clitoris relax with the barbell pressing into it. Being so near him didn't help either. The polymer second-skin was ultra-thin to the touch, and every caress he gave me sent ripples of unquenched desire across my sensitive body.

I really wasn't sure if he was actually helping... but the fact he cared did warm my chest. Even if it was his fault that they now carried balloons instead of my old breasts.

"So what would you like to be called?" He asked when the awkward silence lingered on for too long.

"Whatever else you wish, Master," my response was lackluster, so I added the typical words that came to mind: "slave... pet..."

"I'm not sure I want to call you either of those. They just feel too cold and impersonal."

He hand caressed my shoulders, and I shivered as the his gentle touch met one of the only regions not covered by my filmy second-skin. It felt as though by remaining uncovered, the flesh had grown in sensitivity and became another erogenous zone.

...It wouldn't surprise me if that was exactly what the nanites in my body did.

"But... didn't you...?" I asked, trying to find a nice way to phrase the fact that he did partake in trafficking me like an object.

"It's... complicated," he sighed. "Yes, I went looking for a slavegirl, a 'Ultimate Lovedoll' as their company calls it. But... I wasn't expecting to find you there."

I turned to stare at his face. His handsome, chiseled face.

My tingling pussy clenched while my clitoris began itching again. My enslaved body was crying out for him to use me.

"You really don't remember me, do you?" He asked.

I slowly shook my head. Yes, he did look a bit familiar. But I couldn't recall anyone, even after trying.

"I don't blame you though," he added. "I was a graduating master's student in our university when you came for orientation. You were six years my junior, yet I couldn't help but notice you on sight. I don't really believe in love-at-first-sight, but I did remember you after the years. Call me silly or whatnot, but I recognized you again as soon as I saw your face on that company's catalog."

"So... Master had to make me into his plaything," I replied dryly.

He sighed.

"I should punish you for that, you know... What else was I to do? Call the police? They have serious high-level connections in government, enough to squash an entrepreneur like me. Ask them to release you as is? They'd get suspicious, throw me out, and then find some way to silence me."

I did blame him. I wanted to blame him. Even though he was probably right and I shouldn't. Buying me was the easiest, least risky method available to him; and five million was no small sum to offer for someone so young.

"Have we... actually spoken? In school?" I asked.

"Only a little," he snickered at himself. "You were lost. I helped you find where you were going. We chatted for maybe five minutes at most. Ran across you briefly the next day, then never saw you after that, except as photos on facebook. I wanted to contact you again, but my life was... let's just say that I have some secrets which complicate things."

He sighed again:

"Well, we can discuss all of this in due time. We have plenty of that ahead of us. But I do need to know what I should call you."

I looked down, feeling unintentionally submissive.

"How about... Master give me a slave name?"

He was my master after all. He would be the pivotal figure in my new life. It was only right to ask him.

"If you insist." Master answered before thinking about it for a moment. "How about... Violet?"

I looked down upon the color of the narrow rubber bands that made up my bondage harness, at the reinforced bands that wrapped tightly around my arms, thighs, and ankles. The stove of arousal between my legs seemed to grow only hotter as I thought about this name.

"Then, I'll be Master's 'Violet' starting from now," I looked up at him, my eyes both innocent and hungry at the same time. "Can I ask a question? Or three?"

"Shoot," he replied without hesitation.

"What happened to the old me? If you know?"

I hadn't intended for it, but there was a test in this question. If he really was as interested in me as he claimed, then he would have looked it up when he bought me.

He did not disappoint as he pulled out his smartphone. With a few quick swipes, he pulled up a local news article about how a 3rd year university student had been killed when her college apartment burned down.

"Your kidnappers disabled the smoke alarms and started a fire. By the time they cleaned it up, the bedroom had been so thoroughly burnt that they concluded your body had been consumed by the flames."

So to my friends and family, I was already dead.

Another trail of tears fell down my cheeks. I guess this at least gave me closure -- my old life was truly gone.

I forced shut my old memories and hurried onto my second question:

"Would you have let me go even if I could return to normal?"

"Do you really think you can go back to a normal life? Considering all the items installed into you?"

I knew the answer was a resounding 'no'. It was why even hearing my name hurt, because I knew well that my training and modifications made returning to a normal life impossible.

Nevertheless, I wanted to ask him, to hear what he would have done.

"It's purely a hypothetical question," I added.

He scowled at this, scratched his head as though he didn't know what he should say, before answering with the truth:

"Probably not. For you, I spent 20% of my net worth, including every liquid asset I had, plus a few loans. I'm not altruistic enough to shelf out that much in exchange for just a plain 'thank you kiss' in return. Especially not when I was interested in a Lovedoll in the first place..."

He looked a bit embarrassed to admit it. It would have been rather cute, if it hadn't been my slavery we were talking about.

My wrists tugged against the padlock trapping them behind my back, making the chain links and other steel parts clink.

"I can unlock that though," he reached out to turn my back towards him, but I shook my head with my answer:

"It's fine. I'm Master's slave now and it's there to remind me." My hands pulled again.

I didn't really mean it in the petulant way I sounded. Part of me did enjoy the cuffs, to be kept and totally owned by a man who took care of me. To feel helpless as I wore his bounds.

But the question remains-- could he be that man?

Turning towards him with a teary smile, I said: "Thank you for being honest towards me, Master."

Master returned a gentle smile. His eyes were concerned, yet knowing, as if he saw exactly what I was thinking.

"Do you enjoy feeling helpless?" He leaned in to whisper into my ears.

My eyes snapped away in an instant as I looked down. My face was burning scarlet as I answered with a faint nod.

I guess I had no choice but to place my hopes on him. It wasn't like I had any other options at this point.

"I may not want to simply release you." Master wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close again. "But... I do want to make it easier on you than... all the other slave girls they sell. Naturally, I'd take care of you and protect you, maybe even try to fulfill your needs. And I wouldn't mind having more than just a Master-Slave relationship, if you get my drift."

From behind, my fingertips could just brush against the underside of his muscular arm. It was almost romantic, in a kinky, screwed-up sort of way, until the phallus in my pussy slid in deeper and forced a soft gasping moan from my lips.

"If Master wishes to make it easier on me, could he turn off the things inside me?"

"Huh? Oh..." he pulled the remote to my body out of his back pocket. "I forgot about that. Though..."

He swiped through some menus and, at last, the vibrating dildo inside me came to a stop, along with the anal beads and the catheter teaser that had been active.

"Sorry, I can only turn them off manually for 10 minutes at a time," he added before showing me what looked like a 'snooze' button. "As long as you're awake and it's not your 'sleep hours', the system will try to operate on its Default Mode."

"Didn't y--Master choose these options?"

Even as I asked him accusingly, my training kicked in and insisted that I correct my address for him.

"No. I chose some options but not these," he told me with truth in his eyes. "Basically, they asked me a really long questionnaire about all my kinks and preferences, and asked me to be truthful so they can assess which options would fit me best. I usually have good experiences with psychological assessments when I take them seriously, so I did. They had thousands upon thousands of small configurations, so I only went through and looked for the ones I really cared about -- like a smaller polymer suit with white gloves and stockings. The rest I let them handle.