Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Made sense to me.
“It’s beautiful.” Oh, and yes, now I could see it was a dress…kind of. Owner had it folded up on the hanger so oddly it’d been a bit mangled. But as he unfolded the fabric, I could see it was two pieces, a corset-type bodice and a flouncy skirt that was short in the front and long in the back.
It was beautiful…but it would be perfect if it showed off my panties too.
“There’s a mask that’s in here somewhere, but I have no idea where that went.” Owner’s voice trailed off as he stepped closer to the closet and I had a vision of him diving in like it was a pool. “It has feathers.”
Nope.
We weren’t going to drown in fashion for a mask.
“I’m pretty enough we don’t need that.” Besides, Eli might not know it was me unless he could see my face or my dick. With both covered, he might never realize it was his favorite blushing model. “It’ll be perfect with my tiara.”
I was going to sparkle.
“Oh, it’s like a peacock.” As he started to arrange the pieces, the costume part made sense. “We just need to look for the feathers next time and we’ll find the mask.”
Hopefully.
But as I looked into the closet, I could see a lot of other feathers.
Owner must’ve gone through a phase.
Artists were very interesting.
Owner perked up like he hadn’t even thought of it. “That’s a very good idea. When things calm down a bit, I’ll organize it and we’ll find the mask.”
Hmm.
Owner was making things for the crazy people in Hollywood, so I was pretty sure that meant his time was more valuable than he seemed to think.
“Yes, we’ll work on that later.” For the time being, we had cake to eat and an Owner to put to bed. “Let’s go discover my jewels.”
He’d tried hiding another yawn by looking in the closet, but he wasn’t very sneaky. We were going to have to get him Eli lessons if he wanted to be believable.
“Yes, peacocks definitely need cake and jewels.” Owner chuckled and held up the bodice part to my chest. “You’re going to look beautiful, but maybe this week we’ll shorten the skirt part a bit and show off your legs more. How does that sound?”
It sounded like he wanted a reason to show his doll off more, honestly.
It was perfect and maybe if I was lucky, it would end up short enough to show off my ass.
“Oh, thank you, Sir.” I had a great ass and it was nice to be appreciated. “This is going to be the fanciest dessert party ever.”
And the shortest; he didn’t even notice I called him Sir.
Yep, he was exhausted.
But I’d promised him I would be fancy, so I was very good as we went over to the dressers and started digging for jewels. Thankfully, it didn’t take long to find them since the drawers were more organized than the bottomless closet.
“Oh, more sparklies.” No, I was not going to get distracted by a body suit…even a shiny see-through one.
“I have no idea where that came from.” Owner’s head cocked to the side as he studied it. “Maybe I should do an inventory too.”
Yes, he should definitely take the time to do that.
I was starting to see why Owner needed a doll in his life.
“Later, please, Owner.” Stretching up, I kissed his cheek and made sure I looked wonderfully innocent. “It’s time to dress your doll now.”
Yay.
Cake and touching.
I even got another kiss from my tired Owner. “Yes, that’s a good plan, pretty one.”
Owner had his hands full of my goodies, so I led the way back to his apartment. “Should we make me beautiful in the living room or the bedroom?”
There were pros and cons to each.
“Bedroom so I can lay the dress out.” Owner had a wonderful answer, so I gave him a big smile and sent out lots of good thoughts to every sex god there’d ever been.
Except for any that liked human sacrifices too.
I was too cute for that.
I was trying to remember which god that was and it was right on the tip of my tongue when Owner laid the costume out on the bed and completely distracted me by saying the sweetest thing. “Let’s get my pretty doll naked.”
The best sentence ever.
Well, maybe it would be right behind I want to have sex with you.
So second-best sentence ever?
“Thank you, Sir.” Because he was so cute, I called him Sir…even though it was silly since he was my Owner. But he was tired, so I was going to be very sweet and not even try to talk him into sex.
I was such a good doll.
No, I was a wonderful doll because I didn’t moan at all when his hands skimmed over my chest as he took off my shirt. Nope. It was official, behaving while he took my pants and panties off made me the best doll ever.