Property of Elizabeth: CH11 - Ownership

[To read the first chapter, please refer to the story guide: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1XUQoCpKv_ZadAHPhMoKZ7NAF7uB5L5CboQfaguypZZg/edit?usp=sharing ]

There was no fluke. Alexis had coursing thoughts of pleasure all throughout the night and the following morning, moreso than usual. Her toys got an unusual amount of play… in her mind, pleasuring them was pleasuring her Mistress, and her Mistress wanted her to ache and beg for climax without release. She slowly straddled her second biggest toy for the 5thtime that morning, mesmerized by the feeling of her Mistress slowly penetrating her and driving her mad. She pictured what her Mistress would want her little pincushion to look like, what modifications she might have in mind for her actual body, what behaviors she might program into her… all of these thoughts while riding the world’s slowest ride to climax. Her thighs quivered, but continued despite her inner desperate plea to go faster. After she could barely lift herself up again, she finally thrust in and felt her world shake as that sweet release finally came…

Her body was admittedly sore, even if her heart was willing to torture herself all day. She had a sex drive before, but never like this. It was always more of a “self-play over imagined scenarios” situation… more of an asexual approach to sex… never just… sex… even if the idea of being Elizabeth’s blow-up bimbo doll was exciting. At the core, the thing that excited her the most, more than anything else, was Elizabeth having control over her outcome, becoming her permanent toy to play with or not. That was her ultimate attraction… sex or no sex…

Elizabeth wanted to take her on a proper date this evening. Apparently there was an event that she had to attend to for her sister, and she needed a “pretty plus one.” Funny that the most vanilla event would be the strangest invitation Alexis had from the seamstress. Alexis walked to the dress shop, as instructed. She would meet Elizabeth there, but was to be dressed for the occasion by her maids first. “A doll doesn’t dress herself for her owner.” Even though it wasn’t a formal announcement of ownership, Alexis still swooned over the word “owner” being used.

“This isn’t… it isn’t too revealing…?”

Alexis looked down at the outfit of choice. It was an open back, silky black dress with modest breast cover and slits running up the thighs to show off her legs. She wore low heels, a choker, and her hair was styled in a cute twirl, like a flower.

“It’s a little out there, but you’re a Bimbo now. What do you care?”

“Ahaha, silly me. I love it!”

Alexis covered her mouth. The maids fawned over the response.

“That’s so hot. Mistress doesn’t get many Bimbos, but they’re always so cute.”

Alexis blushed and tried not to say anything for fear of further programming coming out. They escorted her to a limousine parked in the back, and like a strange fairytale, she was off to an event fancier than she had ever seen in her life. She almost didn’t step out from her seat until she saw a few women dressed similarly to her. They looked to be with older men, painting a fair picture of why they would be wearing that. She was arm candy to her Mistress only… whom she didn’t see at first.

“There’s my pretty date.”

Elizabeth appeared behind her, dress admittedly far more modestly, if not slightly appearing to be attending a funeral rather than a party. She wore a cute, wide-brimmed sun hat with black roses on the top along with a modest black, frilly sundress with sleeves and a long skirt. Her violet eyes lit up beneath her black attire, something that always drew Alexis’ eyes. Elizabeth held out her arm to the taller lady, and Alexis nervously walked with Elizabeth to their table.

The stares were noticeable, even if the attendees thought they were being clever. Elizabeth, herself, was a spectacle all alone, but escorting a tall, femme beauty was another beacon of light on the pair. Alexis took special care sitting down to make sure she wasn’t showing anything, her cheeks red as she looked to the top of the seamstress’ hat as she adjusted her dress. When she looked back up, Alexis’ heart fluttered. They were dressed fancy… at a table together… at a fancy event… this was more thrilling and romantic than she had planned on.

“You’re special, aren’t you?”

Alexis was puzzled by the remark.

“I must be… we’re getting a lot of attention.”

“They’ll settle down. The Estelles are about to arrive, and there’s been a lot of controversy with them the last few days. That’s not what I meant though.”

“Oh… ?”

“Most dolls have a type. They would like to be a baby doll, or a corner doll, or a mannequin in the shop… you however, you really just want to be my doll, don’t you?”

Alexis wasn’t sure how to answer.

“You’re not the only one I’ve had to pick for, you know… a lot of people have trouble spitting out what they want when they’re excited… but when you’re presented with something you don’t want, often you learn what you do want… not you… because your option wasn’t on the menu. I told you that you would be my Bimbo, and so here you are. No protest. You will be whatever I want you to be, and that amuses me… maybe scares me a little.”

Elizabeth smirked.

“It’s not often you find dolls like that. I’m not sure if you knew you were that kind of doll. Hypnosis only works on the willing. Let’s check on that. Tell me, dolly, what do sluts say?”

“Where would you like me, Mistress?”

Alexis blushed. Elizabeth wasn’t through.

“When I say hump, you say…”

“How big, Mistress?”

“What’s your favorite food, dolly?”

“Mmmm, Mistress!”

Alexis stopped herself, seemingly trying to hide between her own breasts with how much attention she felt on her. Elizabeth laughed.

“You allowed yourself to be programmed like that because I willed it. I think I need to put your heart out of it’s misery. I Own you now. Refer to me as your Owner. As if you could manage to call me anything else.”

Alexis’s cheeks were so red, one might be convinced she were trying to camouflage with her own hair. She said it! She said the words! And it only cost her her dignity in a very formal public!

“Y-yes, Owner.”

“It feels good to say, doesn’t it?”

“Y…yes, Owner.”

Alexis managed to smile beneath that shy blush.

“It feels good to hear.”

The Estelles finally arrived, though a few people kept their attention on Elizabeth’s table. Hard not to.

“This is a drole event. I’m here in place of my sister. She attends these things to represent our family and keep public face. I won’t ruin her image, but I don’t mind making her regret asking me. Just a little. I think this will be enough of a spectacle.”

Alexis was a little surprised to hear this side of Elizabeth. The event itself seemed to be a charity auction, with a few notable faces she had only previously seen in articles. Elizabeth didn’t bid on anything. In her words, the family house already housed a lot of priceless things, and Elizabeth claimed she already had everything she wanted at the moment. Though the gesture to Alexis was romantic, she had a hard time believing she completed her wish list, though it was obvious the seamstress enjoyed flaunting her arm candy to the other ladies and gentlemen entertaining more traditional variations of that dynamic. As the sun set, Elizabeth found a proper time to exit after talking to the few attendees she was asked to. The limousine ride home was… nice.

“I think you’ll find your doll suit works well for you. I had a peek at its progress this morning.”

Alexis ducked down, blushing.

“The limo driver can’t hear you. Even if he could, we’ll discuss what I want to discuss when I want to discuss it, understood?”

“Yes, Owner. I can’t wait to see it!”

“I know you have a day job. I won’t compromise that, but I will find something to lock onto you permanently. My dolls carry a piece of bondage with them everywhere they go to remind them of their place in the world. I haven’t yet decided yours.”

Alexis was squirming at such thoughts…

“Oh, and you can return the headset to me and delete the app. You’re fun as a Bimbo dolly, but I think we can do even better.”

Alexis really squirmed at that.

“…Like what, my Owner?”

“You may know in time… it depends how much I decide you get to remember.”

Elizabeth unbuckled herself and unbuckled Alexis’ belt beside her. She leaned over, her lips hovering before Alexis’, giving her glossy lips a gently lick.

“Tell me, what do sluts say?”

“Where would you like me, my Owner?”

“Under me.”

“Hehe, yes my Owner!”

Elizabeth unclipped her skirt, revealing the strap that hung beneath her dress this entire time. Alexis blushed and whimpered, lifting her dress easily and spreading herself for her Owner.

“I did always enjoy playing with my dolls in the back seat…”

Elizabeth inserted herself and gently bit Alexis’ ear, gently pumping while Alexis moaned out, louder than she normally would. At one point, she whined at every thrust, no matter how shallow, how slow, she gave the voice performance of a lifetime. Elizabeth bit her harder and thrust harder. Alexis squealed with joy as her Owner went all-in, finally causing her to gasp in climax while Elizabeth continued. The back seat windows fogged up quickly, the driver unphased. Elizabeth left no breath for Alexis. By the end of the ride, she clung to the seat with a rush of excitement waving through her body, Elizabeth swiftly cleaning up and making herself presentable for her maids. As the two walked into the shop, the action was laughably noticeable, but only in one of the pair.

“I think you’re sufficient in that training for now. You’re fun.”

Alexis’ legs were still trembling… her first time with Elizabeth… in the back of a limousine… prey to the training she was given… nothing about that was what she expected, but it was a greater fantasy… reality… than she could’ve hoped for.

“Where do we… go from here…?”

“Well, you go home for tonight. Dream of me, dream of our time together. We will be celebrating my Ownership over you more properly at a future date.”

Elizabeth took Alexis’s hands and kissed them.

“I am very excited to have you as my newest doll. Welcome to the collection, dolly.”