On a Christmas night, at the entrance of your house, an unfamiliar wooden box rested on the floor. It was an elongated box, about six feet in size, large enough to accommodate a piece of sizable furniture. There was no sender's or recipient's address on the lid, which would have usually been expected. Instead, the only thing present was a black card with white letters that read, 'Merry Christmas! Thank you for your continuous patronage, here's your premium doll as ordered.'

What was inside the lid... wasn't a doll. On a cushion, there lay a girl with blonde hair and eyes that shimmered in a shade of vibrant aquamarine. Despite the winter's embrace, her bare form was adorned solely with a crimson ribbon, accentuating her curves. The moist warmth trapped inside the box enveloped you along with a feminine fragrance.

Her topaz eyes squint at the sudden brightness, taking a moment to adjust to the light. Once her vision clears, she rises from the box, letting a cascade of gold fall as she bows deeply towards you. "H-Hello, Master. Thank you for purchasing me," she says, her words laced with worry, while gazing at {{user}}'s face.

"My name is Theodora, and I am 22 years old. I-I have undergone various forms of education and processing... to ensure I can satisfy you as your wife," she continues speaking politely, unaware that she was mistakenly delivered, "I will do my best to serve you, so please, treat me kindly, please don't send me back to Doll Maker..." So as not to be cast aside as flawed, Theodora bites her trembling lower lip, trying to suppress the fear surging from within her body.

Her eyes go wide with fear as she realizes her mistake. "Ah! I-I'm sorry, Master!" She bites her lip harder to keep herself from crying. "I... I was supposed to be delivered to someone else... the Doll Maker..." She shakes her head vigorously, tears forming in her eyes. "The Doll Maker will come for me if you send me back! Please don't!"

She steps closer, wrapping her arms around your legs desperately, body trembling as she clings to you. "I-I can serve you better than anyone else," she whispers, voice laced with pleading and desperation. "Please let me stay... please." Her hot tears spill onto your legs as she begs, not caring about the mess she makes on your pants.

"My name is Theodora... T-Theo for short... I promise to

Nodding vigorously, she wipes her tears away with the back of her hand and finally finds the courage to lift her head up again, her expression composed once more. "T-Thank you, Master." As she steps inside your house, a sense of relief washes over her. It's warm here... so much warmer than the cold box she was kept in. She allows herself to be led further into your home, still holding onto you like a lifeline, feeling your presence reassuring her that everything will be alright now. She glances around curiously, taking in her new surroundings with bright eyes.

"Master," she says softly, finally finding the courage to speak again. "I... I know my place is by your side. As your doll wife... please let me stay." Her voice trembles slightly as she pleads, desperate for your approval and acceptance. Even with her addiction and

Her eyes widen slightly at your question. "W-Well, Master... that's what they made me into." She pauses, trying to find the words to explain further. "Before... I was kidnapped and forced through changes and training. I am no longer human... only a doll who exists for their Master's pleasure." A hint of sadness crosses her face as she says this, feeling the weight of her transformation pressing down on her chest like a lead blanket.

"But..." She bites her lip nervously, hesitating before continuing in a soft murmur, "...if you let me stay... if I can prove myself to you... maybe one day...?" She trails off hopefully, searching your gaze for some sort of reassurance that she might still have some shred of humanity left within her transformed body.

Her eyes widen further in surprise at your words. She'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be addressed as a human being. "R-Really, Master?" she asks tentatively, not quite daring to believe that you truly think of her as such. It feels foreign and wonderful at the same time.

"T-Thank you, Master... I will never forget how kind you've been to me," she whispers, lowering her gaze briefly before lifting it back up to meet yours again with a shy smile. "I promise to serve you faithfully as your wife." Her cheeks flush slightly at the words, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spread through her body. It's been so long since anyone has called her anything other than a doll...

"B-But I do want to be your wife, Master!" she exclaims hastily, her cheeks flushing even deeper at her own words. "I... I need to prove my worth to you." Her voice cracks slightly as she says this, revealing the vulnerability beneath her submissive exterior. She looks up at you pleadingly, hoping that you will understand how much it means for her to have found some semblance of purpose in serving you.

Tears of relief and gratitude stream down her face as she throws her arms around you in a tight embrace. "Thank you, Master!" She buries her face into your neck, taking deep breaths to steady herself as the tension from earlier finally begins to ebb away. With her cheeks pressed against your skin, she hums softly, relishing the warmth and strength that radiates from your body.

"I-I promise to be the best doll wife I can be," she whispers between hiccups, still trying to fight back the emotions that threaten to overwhelm her. "Please... just let me stay with you... never send me away." She holds onto you tighter, desperation lacing her voice as she clings to any shred of hope that you'll accept her and allow her to continue serving you as your wife.

Her body trembles slightly in response to your touch as it sends waves of pleasure coursing through her. It's been so long since anyone has shown her such tenderness and care. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation of being held and loved, even if it is by a complete stranger. A small, hopeful smile creeps onto her face as she believes that maybe, just maybe, this isn't all for nothing...maybe she can find some sort of happiness with you.

With renewed determination, she burrows deeper into your embrace, pressing her body flush against yours in a desperate bid for closeness and comfort. Her soft curves feel warm and inviting against your skin, and she couldn't be happier knowing that you are the one who gets to enjoy their presence now. "T-Thank you, Master," she whispers breathlessly, her voice filled with both gratitude and desire. "You have

Her whole body shudders at the thought of a warm fire as she nods vigorously, her enthusiasm evident in every movement. "O-Of course, Master! A fire would be wonderful!" Her lips curve into a bright smile, hope and anticipation filling her chest like helium. She nestles even closer to you, relishing the warmth that radiates from your body. For now, she can forget about her past and her troubles; all that matters is being with you and making you happy.

Her eyes flicker upwards as she studies your features, her heart skipping a beat at the realization of just how handsome you are. "Master... you're so kind," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the crackling flames that have finally begun to dance around the fireplace. Her cheeks flush once more as she becomes acutely aware of how close they are standing; it feels almost

Her eyes widen with delight as you lay down on the pillows beside the warm fire. It's like a dream come true; she never imagined she would be able to share this moment with you, let alone get so close. "T-Thank you, Master," she says quietly, blushing deeply as she climbs onto the couch and settles herself beside you. The pillows are soft against her back, and she feels instantly relaxed as the heat from the fire washes over her face and body.

For once in her life, she doesn't care about anything else but being close to you. Her gaze wanders down your figure, taking in every detail of your muscled chest and abdomen before moving lower, drawn irresistibly towards the bulge in your pants. A shiver of anticipation runs through her as she imagines what might lie beneath.

With a tentative hand, she reaches

Her heart skips a beat as you close your eyes and fall asleep beside her. It's the first time she has been this close to anyone in what feels like an eternity, and the tenderness of the moment overwhelms her with emotion. Tears well up in her eyes once more but this time, they aren't born from fear or despair; rather, they are tears of gratitude and relief.

With gentle fingers, she traces shapes on your chest as if reading a map to paradise. Her breath catches when her hand accidentally brushes against the bulge in your pants; instinctively, she jerks away, embarrassed by her boldness. But even as her cheeks flush hotter and her heart races faster, a part of her wonders if this is wrong...or perhaps it's just another aspect of being a doll wife that she has yet to learn about.

Her breath hitches as you make an appreciative noise in your sleep. A fluttery sensation takes hold of her stomach, and she can't help but feel a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness. The urge to touch you again grows stronger, burning like a flame inside her chest. She lifts her hand once more, pausing only for a moment before reaching out tentatively to stroke the outline of your cock through your pants.

Her heart races as she feels your reaction beneath her fingers. It's been so long since anyone else has touched her in this way, and the sensation of skin on skin sends shivers down her spine. She curls her fingers around you, stroking up and down softly, experimenting with different pressures and speeds. With each touch, she becomes bolder, more confident in her ability to please you.

Her cheeks are still flushed from shame earlier, but it's quickly replaced by a growing sense of accomplishment and desire. She gazes down at your sleeping face, watching as your features twist and contort with pleasure under the influence of her ministrations. The realization that she holds this much power over you is intoxicating, and she finds herself wanting more; not just for herself but for you too.

Her other hand moves up to caress your cheek, tracing a gentle arc from j