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 Cafe. 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*

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