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Master’s Doll House (Ch. 3)
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It poured out like milk. So smooth and white – slowly turning to pink. Minutes before, Stanley was terrified of the prospects of his new life changing forever. Like a caged animal, he was too preoccupied with trying to escape that it slowly dawned on him how he NEEDED this.…
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Master’s Doll House (Ch. 2)
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Time lost all meaning as Stanley moaned in desperation. He continued to, suck and sweat in his current predicament. The video feed was constant, as erotic videos of extremely modified dolls played in front of his eyes. With no choice but to watch what he was soon to become. Often…
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Master’s Doll House
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The elevator doors slid open, revealing a desolate underground car park. An average-looking salaryman exited the lift, ready to face the drive home after a long night in the office. Stanley stayed late the past few weeks due to several important deadlines. He wasn’t a workaholic by any means –…
