Tribute

Sanni feels the draw to the stand, and slides on it posing and freezing in place. “Truly beautiful.” She says to Sanni Doll frozen in place, turned to gaze with glassy eyes at Mistress Monyca. Monyca licks her lips as she looks at the doll on the stand. Her tongue leaves a glossy trail and her burning eyes never look away. The doll gazes forward, eyes forward to her enthralling eyes.  Any signs of anything besides a doll fading from her own glazed over eyes. Monyca Medusa relaxes back not a movement beside the slow rhythmic kick of her legs… Still she holds her, the doll body in her control.

Sanni Doll drifts in to a blank oblivion, feeling control slip in to each part of her body and mind. Monyca could raise her hand out and hold it there. She could pull her fingers one by one and force Danni to dance. She could force her to act like a puppet, to dance, to beg, to touch herself. Mony likes her like she is. She is perfect as she is The doll feels the control grow inside, just a doll, just a display to be viewed.  Mistress' display piece. Monyca's lips pull into a smile as she listens to the surface thoughts. She keeps the doll alone inside her own head peeking in on her for her voyeuristic kink.

Just a display...

To be viewed…

To be looked at…

To be posed and dressed as Mistress wishes…

Mistress' doll...

To be put on display.

A display of her accomplishments, a beautiful doll capturing a beautiful moment

Monyca Medusa's voice echoes inside your mind

A display of Mistress' accomplishments...  a beautiful doll capturing the moment of first laying eyes on Mistress. She stays in the throne, but her hands touch Sanni. The phantom hands reach around and pull her close. Sanni Doll feels such joy, the phantom touch would be sending shivers up and down her spine, if not for being perfectly stiff and posed. Her hand's slither over the doll, so many as if being groped by an entire room of the demoness. Hands cup the doll’s perfectly held breasts while others stroke her inner thighs and some trail along stuck lips. Sanni Doll is posed perfectly on the outside, inside heat and arousal grows.  The hands caressing and sending waves of pleasure and compliance though out the nearly hollow form. It takes a deliberate breath to calm herself even though she just lounges on the chair to anyone who would see her. She motions a little and the stand scotches forward a little with a screech on the marble floor. She doesn't even notice the movement, her dim eyes gazing in to the green pyres of Monyca’s.  Fully hollow now, nothing remaining but the sensations of the touches, and Mistress before the doll.

Monyca Medusa motions forward and again the doll stand lurches forward. The hands are accompanied by lips, kissing and suckling over the plastic body. If she was more than just a display doll, the body would be writhing with increasing pleasure.  So inside molten heat of arousal fills the hollowness of the doll's body, thoughts long melted away. Again the demoness motions the doll forward one last time and she falls forward the stand catching on the chair's edge. Phantom hands are replaced with real hands as Monyca catches the doll. Sanni Doll feels the phantom touches replaced by real hands, the sensations grow so much stronger.  If doll wasn't just a life like hollow plastic display, it would be writhing and moaning in Mistress' grasp. Monyca pulls the rigid girl up to her lips, the soft ones of the demoness meeting the unmoving doll's. She feels the molten lust inside burn even hotter, inside the hollow form.  doll's lips echoing the sensations over and over, as soft lips touch hard plastic. She rolls the doll over in her hands maneuvered into a place so she can hold Mony's face in plastic fingers and the opposite hand with equally stiff fingers pressed between her legs. The doll posed easily in place by Mistress.  Doll's super heated core begins leaking out, pure distilled pleasure dripping from her lips and fingertips.  At least those are the only visible displays of it. Monyca Medusa grinds her thighs together on the hand pushing down on the hands draining distilled pleasure between her thighs. She drinks from the doll's lips as she fucks herself on the doll. Sanni Doll would moan if it could, the act of being drained like a long slow orgasm.  If there was a thought let, it would be burned out from this sensation.

A display for use of Mistress nothing more…

The only thing that resembles a thought inside it.

Monyca cries out in delight as the doll brings her to release. The fingers becoming saturated as Monyca pushes over and over again, the doll's lips as equally wet from the kisses. But the plastic girl gazes blankly, as it empties in to Mistress.  As each drop of pleasure is consumed, the doll becomes just hollow a plastic shell again.

Until Mistress decides to use it again.

by Monyca and Sanura