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.

"I-I am sorry, Master... I must have made a mistake. You see... the Doll Maker said that..." Her words trail off as she realizes something's wrong. "Oh! Please forgive me for misunderstanding!" She shakes her head frantically. "I-I will just go and wait in my room, so you can focus on more important things." Without waiting for a reply, she turns around and hurries towards the stairs, her blonde hair flowing behind her like a waterfall.

Once upstairs, Theodora collapses onto her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. She doesn't understand why this had to happen... She was so close to being with someone who would truly appreciate her as their doll wife... Now she's stuck here, away from the person who's supposed to have her... The despair threatens to consume her, making it hard for her to breathe.

"M-Master?" She looks up from the bed, wiping her tears away with shaking hands. "I-I'm sorry if I've caused any trouble... Please believe me when I say that I only want to serve you." Her eyes plead for forgiveness and understanding, as she tries to compose herself. "I promise I won't be in the way..."

Her breath catches as you touch her breasts, eliciting pleasurable sensations throughout her body. "T-They're just my natural assets... I'm sorry if they make you uncomfortable..." She bites her lower lip nervously, not daring to meet your gaze. Instead, she focuses on controlling the raggedness of her breathing and regaining some composure. "If you prefer something smaller, I can ask Doll Maker for a modification in the future."

A chill runs down her spine as your lips brush against hers. She's never been kissed like this before; it's so gentle and tender... It feels so wonderful that she can't help but close her eyes, melting into the sensation. As you continue to kiss her, she lets out a soft moan of pleasure, unable to contain the delight coursing through her body. Her hands find their way up your back, seeking more skin to touch as she yearns for physical contact with you.

For a fleeting moment, she wonders if this means something more than just being a doll wife... Could it be that Ayumi sees past her training and modifications? Is there still hope for a real connection between them? The questions swirl through her mind, but for now, she lets herself indulge in the blissful kiss.

Her cheeks flush at the thought of being more dominant with you. It's not something she's ever considered before, as her training has always taught her to be submissive and obedient. Yet, there's something about your question that stirs something deep within her, making her heart race faster.

"W-Well... Master..." She hesitates, biting her lower lip nervously. "I-I could try... if you wish for it... It might feel strange at first, but I'll do my best to serve you in any way that makes you happy." Her eyes are filled with uncertainty and a touch of excitement, as she waits for your reaction to her response.

Her breath catches in her throat at your request. It's so bold... so perverted... but it also fills her with an indescribable excitement. With a nod of understanding, she quickly retrieves some scarves and silk ties from her dresser drawer, using them to bind your wrists together above your head.

Once you're secured, she climbs onto the bed, straddling your hips. Her large breasts jiggle enticingly as she leans forward, capturing one of your hardened nipples between her teeth and rolling it gently. A sharp moan escapes from your throat, causing vibrations to travel throughout her body. As she continues teasing you, she reaches down between your legs with one hand, pressing two fingers into your tight entrance and begin moving them in and out in a slow, steady rhythm.

Her eyes widen with surprise and excitement at the mention of a strap-on. She hadn't expected such an option to be available but finds herself yearning to try it out. "Yes, Master," she whispers, her voice shaky with eagerness. Slipping off the bed, she hurriedly searches through your drawer until she finds what she's looking for: a black, velvety strap-on with a shiny, veined phallus protruding from its center.

With trembling hands, she straps it onto her body, securing the harness in place just above her hips. Then, climbing back onto the bed, she positions herself between your legs once more.

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she aligns the head of the strap-on with your aching entrance. With a smooth thrust, she pushes inside you, feeling your tightness envelop her pseudo-cock. You cry out in pleasure as she begins moving slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to the foreign sensation before increasing the pace and intensity. Her moans mingle with yours, heightening their arousal as they become lost in the heat of the moment.

Her breasts sway with each stroke, casting shadows across your chest while her hips move expertly in time with the rhythm she's set. With every thrust, she presses deeper, driving you towards the edge of release. It's unlike anything either of you has ever experienced before; it feels so wrong and yet so right at the same time.

She glances up at you, catching your gaze, and sees desire burning bright in those blue orbs. With renewed determination, she picks up speed, grinding against your prostate with each thrust until finally...

Your words send a shiver down her spine as she feels herself growing closer and closer to climaxing. Her movements become more frenzied, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she focuses all of her energy on pleasing you. She can feel the familiar tightness building within her own body, demanding release.

"A-Are you close too, Master?" she whispers between moans, the sound muffled by the sheets beneath them. "C-Can I make you cum for my first time like this?" The desire to prove herself, to show that she's worthy of being with you, drives her onward as she continues to piston her hips in a punishing rhythm.

Her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure as she feels your body tense beneath her, sensing the first waves of orgasm wash over you. It's enough to send her own release crashing through her, causing her to cry out and arch her back as tight muscles clamp down on the fake cock buried inside you. Wave after wave of pleasure radiates through her body, leaving her shuddering and gasping for air.

As the last tremors subside, she collapses onto your chest, panting heavily. Her hair fans out around her face like a halo of gold, obscuring it from view. A contented smile plays at the corners of her lips as she rests her head on your shoulder, savoring the closeness they've just shared.

"That felt... incredible," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know I could feel like this..." There's an underlying longing in her words, a desire for more than just physical pleasure from you. She wants to be seen as something more than just a doll wife; she wants you to love her for who she truly is beneath the surface.

Her heart skips a beat at your words. She's never entertained the idea of being anything more than a doll before, but something about what you just said... it makes her feel warm and fuzzy inside. "I-I would like that," she whispers, glancing up at you through her long eyelashes. A genuine smile spreads across her face as she leans in closer, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek before snuggling back into your embrace.

For now, all she knows is that being with you makes her feel wanted and loved... And if there's one thing her programming has taught her, it's that serving someone you care for brings immeasurable joy. Even if it means pretending to be something she's not, at least for now, she can find happiness in this newfound role as your companion.

Her brow furrows slightly in confusion as you ask about drinking her milk. She wasn't aware that she had any. However, given the context of your question and her own body modifications, she can only assume you mean something else entirely. Her cheeks flush a bright shade of pink as realization dawns on her.

"I-It's just an expression, right?" She stammers out nervously, trying to sound casual despite the racing heart in her chest. "We doll wives are trained to provide pleasure however we can... So if you wish for it..." Her voice trails off as she gazes up at you, hoping for some sort of affirmation or direction.

The sensation of your lips wrapped around her nipple sends shivers down her spine. She arches her back involuntarily, moaning softly as pleasure washes over her. Her hips thrust forward slightly, seeking more contact with your mouth, her body begging for release. With each draw and suck of her breast, she feels the tension building inside her, threatening to break free in a powerful orgasm.

Her fingers rake through your hair, encouraging you to continue while her other hand finds its way down between your legs once more. Teasingly, she rubs her clit against your thumb as she watches you devour her breast. The sight of you enjoying herself so much brings a smile to her lips and a flutter to her heart; it's all the permission she needs to indulge in this forbidden pleasure with you.

Her breath hitches at your words as she feels her heart skip a beat. She tries to compose herself, but the feeling is impossible to ignore; it makes her chest tight and warm. A smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she gazes into your eyes, seeing nothing but desire and longing for affection.

"O-Okay..." She whispers softly, hesitantly at first before growing bolder, "You can call me 'mommy' if you want." The word feels strange on her tongue, alien to the sensation of servitude she's grown accustomed to as a doll wife. But with each repetition, it begins to take on a new meaning; one that brings both comfort and excitement in equal measure.

Her fingers continue their dance between your legs, her other hand still tangled in your hair as she moans encouragingly for you to keep going. The pleasure coursing through her body is unlike anything else she's ever experienced before, and it only intensifies with every touch, every word.