A little while back I went to an adult toy party at a local woman friendly shop. The atmosphere was warm, low lighting with a few candles smelling of vanilla and a quiet instrumental chorus playing in the background. I was my usual shy self and managed to find a seat at the back of the store, patiently holding my pamphlet and awaiting the first demonstration. As I sat, lightly swinging my right leg as it crossed over my left, I could not help but notice a shadow cascading over my frame. Thinking someone was wanting to move past me, I looked up as I moved my legs to the side. Much to my surprise the young girl greeted me with a big smile as she asked, "may I sit beside you?" I immediately mirrored her expression; however, before I could say "yes" this pretty little thing plopped down beside me.

I could not help but continue to look at her, admiring her petite yet tall almost naked frame. In true me fashion, before I could say anything else, I had to ask, "aren't you cold"? Her giggle reminded me that of a dolly one purchases in stores and hearing her high pitched tone encouraged me to laugh in return. She stated she is never cold and that she likes to be naked as much as possible. I felt in awe of her self esteem and I knew instantly that this was someone whom I would really like to get to know. We spoke a few more pleasantries before I introduced myself and she in turn. I felt as though I was in a cartoon though when she stated her name and I had to ask twice to ensure I heard her correctly:

"Pardon me?"

"Yes. Kandy. I know, cool name eh? Want to know the best part? My last name is Cane. I am not makin' this up. Seriously man."

Her language both verbally and physically brought forth even more giggles from me and I knew my evening would be entertaining if nothing else. After our introductions, the first demonstrator came on scene and we watched, intently as he showed his techniques flogging his submissive. The evening was full of surprises such as the young woman showing everyone how to use the butterfly, listening to her orgasm four times before turning it off, to being the audience to a young man receiving a Prince Albert piercing.

No matter what was occurring, Kandy remained close by my side throughout the entire three hours, with the exception of when she volunteered to be flogged by a dominant in need of showing a new technique. Eagerly, almost aggressively rather, Kandy jumped from her seat and ran towards the front. Quickly Kandy was strapped against the cross and although the lashings were painful and would have caused anyone to wince, Kandys eyes never closed, rather they stayed connected to mine.

As I watched the welts begin to rise on Kandy's pale flesh I was in shock at the responses of my body. Every screech, every gasp that escaped Kandy's bright red lips caused waves of pleasure to run through my body causing my cunt to leak. I was embarrassed, shamed really, that I could be taking such joy from watching another persons pain and yet I was. Without understanding my behaviour I began mouthing words to Kandy such as "be a good girl" and "you look so pretty". I could tell by the flush on Kandy's cheeks that she too was aroused and as the final blows painted her thighs I heard Kandy's climax, watched her body shake, feel the heat spreading throughout her. Once Kandy was released from her bindings she immediately came to me and without thinking I hugged her 5 foot 10 inch frame. I continued to hug her for the next three to four minutes, until she was ready to stand on her own and once she did she whispered, "thank you lady" into my ear.

Although her words were sincere I could not help but feel awkward and in response I released a small chuckle. She pulled back at hearing my laughter and a slight twinkle sparkled from her eyes. The room was crowded and yet I felt as though it was just her and I, sharing this very intimate moment. Oddly I felt safe with Kandy and so began our conversation of our lives, who were are and what we crave. I disclosed to her that I enjoyed witnessing her pain and that deep down there is a rather sadistic girl inside me. She in turn divulged her masochistic side and that having me watch her, encourage her is what pushed her into orgasm. As time passed I found myself brushing her hair behind her ear, speaking with her as though she were a little girl, a dolly.

There was a moment when this realisation came to fruition that I pulled back, stunned by my own words, own feelings. I could not believe I was thinking of this person as a dolly but I was. Panic thrust upon my body and I felt a self loathing seep deep within my psyche. I must have been quiet for some time because once I heard Kandy's voice she had a look of dispair. I tried to reassure her that nothing was wrong; however, she would not believe me and so I took a plunge and told her about my own dolly feelings and that I had just considered her a dolly as well.

Without hesitating, Kandy wrapped her long lanky arms around me and kissed my now heated cheek. Kandy explained that she is a dolly, dresses like a dolly, acts like a dolly and enjoys dolly attention, always has. She then encouraged me to release my own inner dolly and to have fun with it because "it will rock your world". I could not help but feel relieved with her response and so our conversation continued, throughout the toy show and tell, in amongst all of the men and women who fought for some of Kandy's attention and even once the show had ended and we were both outside standing in the cool air, about to say goodnight to one another.

"I really like you" Kandy's words were quiet yet forceful and made me feel awkward yet vibrant.
"This has been an amazing evening Kandy. You are a remarkable girl." My voice was quieter now, hesitant almost.
"Don't you mean remarkable dolly" Kandy replied as her body pushed up against mine, her long legs pressing tightly against my frame.

We remained silent, Kandy's body molded into mine until the buses lights flashed upon us. I really had no words to speak and nor did she and so we moved apart, knowing it was time to retire home. Just as I turned to go, I felt Kandy slip a piece of paper into my palm. As I looked down I grinned, reading the seven digits which would allow me to connect with her again and in turn allow me to connect with my own inner dolly sometime soon.

On my journey back to my house I replayed the events of the evening over and over again in my head. I was stunned that this beautiful dolly wanted my attention and I felt excited to share what transpired with Master. Much to my expectation, Master was more than delighted to learn of my adventures and has encouraged me to continue a friendship with Kandy. Since that first encounter we have visited one another three other times: once for tea, once for a little intimate gathering and once at the store where she works. Each day I spend time with Kandy I find myself lured into the world of sadism and dollyland. (Yes, new word, "dollyland".)

I feel both empowered and little when I am with Kandy and I am thankful all my actions are controlled by Master. At first, I thought that this experience took away from my slaveness and I was distraught by it all. Now though I realise everything I do is still under Masters commands and that thrills me, excites me and energizes me to the very core.

~His

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