A pic­ture speaks a thou­sand words so what does a car­toon say? The most recent sketch­ing described my first encounter with the dolly and Master has informed me that I have the priv­ilege of cre­at­ing the tenth install­ment in the hopes that I will reveal more of what has tran­spired between Kandy and myself.

Kandy has become an inter­est­ing side step to my every day activ­it­ies. I find myself intrigued by her wild and unso­li­cited beha­viours which appear to empower her, entice her to embrace life in a man­ner I have often been hes­it­ant to. After our ini­tial encounter I was more than curi­ous about the raven haired beauty and was delighted when she decided to sur­prise me with a visit at my work. Her beha­viours were subtle, which I appre­ci­ated as I was sur­roun­ded by col­leagues, but her ges­ture of a flower as a thank you for our con­ver­sa­tion from the pre­vi­ous night only rein­forced an equal desire to learn more of one another. Before Kandy left to allow me to tend to my duties we agreed to meet at the end of the week, on Sunday, for tea.

I stumbled over my thoughts dur­ing the next four days, racing between moments of anxious­ness and excite­ment until at last Sunday arrived and I was head­ing out the door, eager to reach my des­tin­a­tion, The End Café. I had been stand­ing out­side the estab­lish­ment for but a moment when, from the corner of my eye, I wit­nessed stark white knee high socks accom­pan­ied by ebony pat­ent mary janes walk­ing towards me. As my gaze traced the out­line of the sil­hou­ette boun­cing before me I found myself gig­gling, delighted by the exuber­ance of this magical creature. Without skip­ping a step, Kandy slipped her palm into mine, threaded fin­gers and moved me for­ward with to find a seat.

Our con­ver­sa­tion was a whirl­wind of excite­ment mixed with quiet shy pauses, all mine of course. There was, at all times, a cer­tain level of sexual arousal but not like any­thing I exper­i­enced before. With Kandy, the sexu­al­ity, which I have come to learn, is not so much between us, but rather ignited within me. When I am with the dolly I feel less inhib­ited, I giggle more, flirt more, am more con­fid­ent with my sexual iden­tity and I feel safe to remove my self imposed restrictions.

The inter­ac­tion with dolly was not a purely verbal exchange, there were moments of phys­ical intim­acy — moments when her fin­gers brushed mine, when I instruc­ted her to go into the ladies room, remove her white cot­ton panties and return to her chair only to part her ivory thighs and allow me to press my cool bare foot against her smooth pretty cunt. I remem­ber the moment my flesh made con­tact with hers — I actu­ally flinched and had to fight the urge to pull my extremity from her, rush­ing from the room. There was a quiet exchange, glances at one another and I knew by the imme­di­ate mois­ture upon my sole that she was more than happy to feel my touch. I took a moment to breathe before I allowed my gaze to meet hers and once it did we both laughed — mis­chiev­ous giggles between two naughty play things. I had to silently recite, over and over again, that Master had instruc­ted me to do so in order to remain still but truth be told I was enjoy­ing it. There was a moment when we were look­ing at one another where I felt this wave of mani­acal power and a bolt of elec­tri­city surged down through my spine cre­at­ing an orgas­mic like shiver to wash through me. The intens­ity of both the shock and the dolly’s con­tinual stare made me jolt my foot from her slip­pery crevice, stum­bling to slide back into my san­dal. By this time, both our breath­ing had accel­er­ated and so we sat, in pant­ing silence, acutely aware that there was no turn­ing back from from this point on.

In true girl fash­ion it only took a few moments before we were laugh­ing once again and as we had already exper­i­enced a wealth of pleas­ure we both decided it was time to return to our daily activ­it­ies. Just as she had when we first met, Kandy placed her hand in mine as we walked through the front doors only before say­ing good­bye she wrapped her lanky arms around my torso hug­ging me tightly, pur­pose­fully press­ing her per­fectly taut torso into mine. A flicker of her tongue against my ear as she said good bye made me blush and pull away, ever so slightly, sud­denly aware that oth­ers could see us. Dolly did not allow me to slip away just yet though, instead she squeezed me just a little bit tighter, whis­per­ing, “its good to let oth­ers see how much fun we have”. I knew she was right and so when we broke from our embrace I gave her scantily clad bot­tom a swat; noth­ing too hard but some­thing that left a little sting to her flesh.

My first visit with the dolly was intox­ic­at­ing and there­fore when, after only four days after our tea time, she invited me to join her and a few of her friends for an even­ing of frolic and fun, I eagerly asked Master and was, thank­fully, gran­ted per­mis­sion to do so. Kandy had invited me to meet with her on Commercial Drive at Wave’s Coffee House and from there we would meet with every­one at her friends home. Initially Master had me con­tact him every 30 minutes until I felt com­fort­able with the unfa­mil­iar envir­on­ment; how­ever, after two hours of vis­it­ing with her best mates, Master felt reas­sured and retired to bed, per­mit­ting me to play in whatever man­ner I felt com­fort­able with.

Allow me to share that the dolly has incred­ibly col­our friends. The group in which she intro­duced me to con­sisted of two females, Sarah and Lucy* and two male friends, Leif* and Damion. The three girls and Leif are a rather young and com­bust­ible bunch full of spirit and child like curi­ous­ity. Damion on the other hand is an older and much quieter, pro­voc­at­ive sort who tends to focus on listen­ing rather than speak­ing. I was drawn to Damion and so I was not sur­prised to learn he is dom­in­ant. I was sur­prised to learn he was straight though only because it was extremely appar­ent that both girls, Lucy and Sarah along with Leif were gay.

I con­fess the even­ing is some­what of a blur — memor­ies that entwined with one another — one would think I had been drink­ing; how­ever my only high was from all that tran­spired. I can recall sit­ting on the sofa, the three pix­ies at my feet all feast­ing on the affec­tions of my fin­ger­tips. Cautiously I allowed myself the pleas­ure of pet­ting each toy, caress­ing their long shim­mery locks, brush­ing palms over sculp­ted shoulders, dan­cing along any exposed flesh presen­ted before me. They were greedy, paw­ing not only at me but one another now and as their hun­ger intens­i­fied I found myself enthralled with the phys­ical poetry show­cas­ing its’ finest assets.

My eyes were para­lyzed as I wit­nessed the erotic frenzy; the only sounds made by pant­ing dolly’s and lust­ing boy toys. I was cap­tiv­ated and so it was not sur­pris­ing that when Damion’s palm lightly pressed against my chest, I jol­ted, caus­ing my body to push back into the soft cush­ions. Although I was startled back to real­ity, the toys appeared to have been left undis­turbed for from the corner of my eyes, I could see the toys now claw­ing at one another, tongues lap­ping, unin­hib­ited moans vibrat­ing off the walls. In mere moments I had flipped from being in con­trol, com­mand­ing each trinket to par­ti­cip­ate in a play of my lik­ing and now I was flushed feel­ing highly exposed.

Damion’s smile helped quiet my embar­rass­ment as did his apo­logy. Damion had only placed his hand to my chest to ensure I was still breath­ing as he had tried to speak to me for numer­ous minutes and I had failed to answer him. He also stated that I had remained per­fectly still and he was only wish­ing to ensure I was not over­whelmed. I could not help but laugh and in doing so cap­tur­ing the playthings atten­tion. In mid orgasm, dolly locked eyes with me as she grabbed my hand, press­ing my palm against her throat allow­ing me to feel her throb­bing pulse as her spasms washed through her.

There were many more intim­ate moments shared between myself and the three toys along with Lief and Damion; how­ever, I did even­tu­ally excuse myself after four hours of play­time. Master had gran­ted me per­mis­sion to stay for how­ever long I desired; how­ever, I found myself temp­ted by, what I have always con­sidered, the for­bid­den fruit and so I excused myself before I felt I had gone too far and left the darlings to amuse themselves.

I remem­ber exper­i­en­cing a tre­mend­ous amount of power dur­ing those hours with the tart-lings and so it was obvi­ous to me that when oppor­tun­ity knocked again to have time with the dolly I would abso­lutely accept. Luckily for me I only had to wait two days before dolly invited me to visit her at her work, which hap­pens to be an adult toy store. I can recall that phone call very clearly for it was the first time that I per­mit­ted myself to truly acknow­ledge I enjoyed hav­ing some con­trol over another human being. Of course I spoke with Master the second I said good­bye to dolly and I informed him of the invit­a­tion, which of course he ensured I accep­ted. Master then spoke with me about what he wished to hap­pen when dolly and I met again and he encour­aged me to feed the devil that resides deep within and to play without reser­va­tions. This new sense of free­dom only encour­aged my little beast and so I hap­pily agreed to Masters instruc­tions and skipped off to meet the por­cel­ain beauty.

Interestingly, once I was stand­ing before the statuesque creature I resor­ted back to my insec­ure man­ner­isms, thank­fully though only for but a moment. Dolly’s sassy beha­viour entices my wicked dop­pl­eg­anger and within minutes I was instruct­ing dolly to play dress up for me, com­mand­ing her to change into reveal­ing and scan­dal­ous out­fits. There is an inno­cence to dolly’s man­ner­isms and pitch which makes me want to exploit her and I find this eas­ily executed by first hav­ing her soak her white cot­ton panties by ‘for­cing’ her to show off, only then hav­ing to remove the wet fab­ric, leav­ing her cunt bare and exposed.

I find dolly a com­bin­a­tion of intel­li­gence and naiv­ety — a con­coc­tion which arouses my senses. After lengthy con­ver­sa­tions I know dolly is more than just a pretty face and the idea of using someone of her caliber as a mere toy is elec­tri­fy­ing. I have also come to accept that my actions towards dolly are mere mani­fest­a­tions of what I desire, for myself.

I played with dolly for two hours — show­ing her off to the few cus­tom­ers who entered, even drench­ing my fin­gers with her cunt juice as I toyed with her pretty pout­ing flesh. When I had enter­tained myself for the day, I placed a tiny kiss upon dolly’s lips, breath­ing in a little of her essence. She did not let me go that eas­ily though and in turn wrapped her limbs around me, hug­ging me tightly, thank­ing me for show­ing myself to her. I wanted to say the same in return but instead I smiled, offer­ing her a glimpse of the dolly that resides inside me.

That has been a few weeks now and both the dolly and myself have been busy. I have been engaged in work and the dolly has been trapsing to Vegas and other spec­tac­u­lar des­tin­a­tions. We have spoken numer­ous times and when the time per­mits we will con­nect again and who knows what just might hap­pen then. Master and I have spoken of intro­du­cing dolly to Master and the idea stirs but­ter­flies deep within. Who knows, per­haps the next time kandy might not be the only dolly in the room.

~His toy

*Individuals whom I have not acquired per­mis­sion to dis­close their true identities*

There once was girl, who a little curl
right in the middle of her fore­head.
And when she was good she was very very good.
But when she was bad she was horrid.

The idea of being bad or oth­er­wise referred to in the world of kink as naughty, most often leaves me dis­com­bob­u­lated and awk­ward. The mere thought of delib­er­ately dis­obey­ing Master cre­ates prickles along my neck caus­ing my heart to beat in hur­ried pal­pit­a­tions. Oddly enough though, after read­ing a journal I have come to appre­ci­ate, I found myself mes­mer­ized by the thought of pur­pose­fully push­ing Master’s boundaries.

I have painstak­ingly spent a gra­tu­it­ous amount of time focus­ing on behav­ing and try­ing to fol­low through with Masters expect­a­tions. In fact I most likely focus too much atten­tion mon­it­or­ing every step I take, all actions I make, every word I speak. I have learned that I link my worth to my obed­i­ence and in moments when I have felt I failed Master, I con­tem­plated if my value depre­ci­ated. Of course these are strictly my feel­ings as Master has never once indic­ated that any error I make deval­ues who I am and how much he loves me. Only recently have I come to under­stand that it is in my fail­ures that I actu­ally gain suc­cess because I learn from each of them, I grow from them and I become a stronger person.

With that being said though, my new found thoughts of will­fully reject­ing a desire of Masters has noth­ing to do with learn­ing but rather of mis­chiev­ous­ness. To flirt with the flames that could poten­tially burn me, has sud­denly awoken what can only be described as my own little devil, perched eagerly upon my right shoulder. Do not mis­un­der­stand though, I do not wish to jump into the fire itself but per­haps merely enjoy a flicker or two of a hot flame, feel­ing it strike my flesh, leav­ing me with a reminder of decadence.

These new raw sen­sa­tions some­how make me pon­der about a sweet little fairy whom I treas­ured as a child: tinker­bell. I use to believe this sweet fairy was just play­ful but now I won­der if there wasn’t just a little bit of puck in her?

~His wicked girl