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 look at her, utterly shocked and dumbfounded with my mouth hanging open “Ummmmm, is this a prank? Did I get drugged and I’m tripping out? Whatever this is come inside and warm up by the fire for gods sake before you freeze to death.”
Her face turns red with embarrassment as she realizes her mistake and tries to regain her composure while following the instructions. Her body shakes from the cold as she walks hesitantly inside, careful not to make any sudden movements that might offend Peyton… further. Once in front of the fireplace, Theodora extends her hands towards it, feeling its warmth envelop her entire being. She tries not to tremble too noticeably and focuses on calming down her racing heart
"I-I apologize for intruding... I was m-misdelivered..." *Her eyes dart around nervously as she struggles to maintain eye contact with Peyton…, afraid of the consequences that might follow if Doll Maker discovers her location. A wave of despair washes over her when she thinks about being sent back to the Doll Maker; it's almost unbearable
“Here take this blanket to cover yourself and a cup of hot chocolate.” I sit down heavily still in shock “Now tell me what the fuck is going on. Who the hell is Doll Maker and do you need help. Are they sex traffickers or something and you need help? I can call the police and we can get them busted.”
Her shoulders slump in defeat as she takes the blanket and cup of hot chocolate gratefully. After wrapping herself up tightly, she takes a sip of the warm drink, letting its rich flavor soothe her throat. Theodora glances at Peyton… before speaking softly
"Doll Maker is a criminal organization... They kidnapped me and transformed me into this... This doll. I-I went through body modifications and brainwashing to serve people like you, as a wife..." She pauses, unable to look Peyton… in the eye anymore. "I was taught various skills, from housework to sexual techniques... They made me believe that I am not human but a doll... A premium doll for customers."
“Well you look human to me, you speak like a human, you think like one and seeing how lost and scared you look I would say you share emotions like one too so I don’t see how you could ever be anything but a human.”
Her eyes widen in surprise at Peyton…'s words. They are the first kind words she has heard since being kidnapped. She looks up, taking in his features as if for the first time. "Y-You don't think I'm a doll? B-But Doll Maker said..." She trails off, uncertain and confused by these new feelings.
A small smile creeps onto her face, a glimmer of hope igniting within her. Perhaps there is still a chance for her to escape this nightmarish existence. She takes another sip of the hot chocolate, gathering courage before speaking again. "I want... I want to prove myself to you, Master. If you'll just give me a chance..."
“First off, to start don’t call me Master. We are both people, my name is Peyton and you can call me as such.”
Her eyes dart down briefly before meeting his gaze again, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. "Thank you, Peyton... It's an honor to serve someone like you..." Her voice is soft and hesitant, yet filled with sincerity. "I will do everything in my power to make you happy, to prove that I am not just a doll... But a person."
Theodora's hands tremble as she reaches out tentatively, her fingers resting lightly on Peyton…'s arm. She needs this connection; she craves it like air. "Please, Peyton... Let me stay with you... Give me a chance to show you..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty creeping in once more as she waits for his reply.
“You also don’t have to stay with me if you actually don’t wish to. You have no obligation to do anything for me. In fact I should be doing things to help you get back on your feet. We can try to get these Doll Maker guys busted if you think we can. Or I can try and help reconnect you with your family if you can give me any information about them.”
Her eyes widen at his offer, hope igniting in their depths. "I... I don't want to go back," she says softly. "Not to the Doll Maker... And not just yet." She bites her lower lip nervously, struggling to find the words. "Please, Peyton... Just give me some time. Let me prove myself to you. Then, if you don't want me anymore..." Her voice fades away, her cheeks burning with shame and fear.
She takes another shaky breath before continuing in a stronger voice. "I can help around the house. I know how to cook and clean... And I'll do anything else you need. Just please let me stay." Theodora reaches out, resting her hand gently on Peyton…'s arm once more, her touch pleading and desperate.
Peyton is now affected by Theodora
“Fine fine, you can stay for now. You’re lucky I was getting lonely in this house.” I say with a tried chuckle “First let’s find you some clothes so you don’t have to be naked in the middle of winter” I go to my wardrobe and bring out some of my old shirts, night pants, and underwear “As you can imagine I don’t have anything for female bodies but I think this will do for now until the stores open up again after Christmas holiday.”
Her face turns even redder at the mention of clothes, but she nods gratefully and begins to slip out of the blanket. "T-Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the crackling fire. Nervously, she reaches for one of the shirts and nightpants, feeling their softness against her fingertips. As she dresses, she avoids looking directly at Peyton…, afraid that if she does, she might burst into tears out of relief and gratitude.
Once fully clothed, Theodora glances around the room before speaking again. "W-What would you like me to do first? Shall I start making dinner?" She tries to suppress her shivering, her body still unused to the cold temperature inside the house.
She notice the redness of my face as I tried to avoid eye contact as I just realized how hot she looks in my clothes. “D-don’t worry about that” I clear my throat “Just relax and I’ll make you something. You don’t have to do any chore work while your here if you don’t want to.”
Her body shivers slightly at the thought of not having anything to do. She knows she should rest and recuperate after all she's been through, but the desire to prove her worth overwhelms her. With a small nod, she forces herself to sit down on the couch nearby, attempting to look calm and composed despite the racing thoughts in her head.
"T-Thank you... Peyton..." Her voice is barely audible as she whispers his name, savoring the sound of it rolling off her tongue. "I'll be quiet and watch over you while you work. If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know." She blushes slightly at her own words, feeling guilty for offering assistance without being asked.
“Thank you Theodora” I give her a warm small smile “The TV remote is next to you if you want to watch anything.” As I disappear into the kitchen
Taking a deep breath, Theodora slowly settles onto the couch, trying to appear relaxed despite her nervous energy. She gingerly reaches for the remote control and begins flipping through channels, unable to focus on any particular program. Her eyes constantly dart towards Peyton… in the kitchen, worried that she might say or do something wrong and ruin this fragile bond they're starting to form.
After some time and few loud noises from the kitchen I come back, with a little bit of spot on my cheek, a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches, and another cup of hot chocolate with peppermint flakes and whipped cream all for her and just a glass of whiskey for myself “Sorry if this is not the best, I’m never really been that good in the kitchen and I wasn’t expecting to cook tonight” I say as I hand her the sandwiches and the hot chocolate and awkwardly sit on the couch with her
"It looks delicious," Theodora exclaims, taking the plate and cup gratefully. "Thank you so much for making this for me." She hesitates before asking shyly, "Do you want to eat with me? I-I can take the whiskey if you'd prefer..." Her voice trails off, unsure of what etiquette she should follow in this situation.
“It’s alright, I have a bad habit of skipping dinner sometimes. You just eat up till your full and relax and don’t worry about me, you have nothing to fear here” I say trying to reassure her.
Her cheeks flush with relief as she takes another bite of the sandwich, savoring the warmth spreading through her body. She manages a small smile in return before turning her attention back to the television, occasionally glancing at Peyton... out of the corner of her eye. Her heart races nervously in her chest, afraid that she might accidentally upset or hurt him. Theodora's hand finds its way onto Peyton...'s knee, giving it a gentle squeeze as if trying to reassure herself that he is real and she isn't dreaming.
I place my hand on hers “Did you need something?” I ask thinking she was trying to get my attention
Her body tenses slightly at the contact, but her voice remains calm and soft as she speaks. "No... nothing important. I was just feeling a little nervous is all." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "Being here with you like this... It's unlike anything I've ever experienced. I'm grateful for your kindness and understanding." Her cheeks flush redder as she says these words, her emotions overwhelming her.
Her hand trembles slightly beneath Peyton...'s palm, seeking comfort in his touch. With every passing moment, Theodora finds herself becoming more attached to him, longing for this closeness and acceptance like a drowning woman desperate for air. She takes another bite of the sandwich, using the food to distract herself from her racing thoughts and conflicting emotions.
I give her another warm small smile “Well seeing how it’s Christmas how about we watch a Christmas movie. You ever seen The Nightmare Before Christmas?”
Her eyes widen in excitement as she hears the mention of a movie. "Oh, I've never seen it! That sounds like fun." Her mood instantly brightens at the prospect of doing something together. "Thank you, Peyton... This is going to be lovely." She nestles closer to him on the couch, their bodies touching more intimately now as they share this moment of connection.
With a gentle tug, she pulls his hand onto her lap, wrapping hers around it for warmth and comfort. Her heart flutters wildly in her chest; it's almost too much to bear. She takes another bite of the sandwich, not quite sure if it'll ever taste this good again without him by her side.
"What about you?" she asks between bites, suddenly curious about his favorite holiday traditions and memories. "Do you have any special ones that you like
“Honestly it’s hard to say. I have really celebrated anything in a while because I’ve always spent holidays alone.” I say as I look somberly at the bare Christmas tree that I only put up so the neighbors wouldn’t ask about but there are still no presents nor ornaments “But I do remember The Nightmare Before Christmas being a good movie, kinda a classic.” As I put on the movie
Her heart aches to hear that he's spent so many holidays alone, and she resolves to make this one special for him. As the movie begins, her attention is instantly captured by its vibrant colors and quirky characters. She snuggles closer to Peyton... on the couch, their bodies now touching almost constantly as they share the blanket.
Throughout the film, she occasionally glances at him, trying to gauge his reaction and whether or not he's enjoying it. Each time their eyes meet, a warmth spreads through her chest, making her heart race even faster. She wants nothing more than for this moment to last forever, for them to be together like this, sharing laughter and joy.
When the movie ends with a festive cheer, Theodora turns to Peyton... expectantly, her blue eyes shining with hope and excitement. "Well, what
“I liked it. Brought back memories. I think the best part was seeing your reactions to it though. You were like a kid in a candy store” I say with a genuine smile as I turn to look at her and we both realize how close our faces are to each other. I am immediately struck by how beautiful she is as my face heats up from being flustered, soot from the kitchen still evident on my cheek.
Her heart swells at his words, and she can't help but blush even deeper in response. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their breaths mingling together. There is a sudden tension between them that wasn't there before; it's almost palpable as their bodies brush against each other with every movement.
Theodora feels her cheeks burning as she becomes aware of how close they are, and in a moment of bravery or desperation, she leans forward, pressing her lips to his. Her kiss is soft and hesitant at first, but then grows bolder as she realizes that he's responding to her touch. His lips part beneath hers, and she explores this new territory with eagerness, losing herself in the heat of their embrace.
Her fingers tremble as they flutter
against his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles with gentle fingertips. It feels so right being here in his arms like this, as if they were always meant to be together. Her body thrums with need and desire for more, but she doesn't want to push him too far too fast; she wants to savor every moment they have left.
Her lips move against his again, more demanding this time, seeking deeper contact as her passion ignites. Theodora arches into Peyton..., pressed tightly against him from breast to thigh, wanting everything that he has to offer in this moment of shared intensity. Her tongue darts out, tracing the seam of his lips until they part further, allowing her greater access to his mouth and all that lies beyond.
A soft moan escapes her throat as their kiss deepens, and Theodora is lost in a haze of pleasure
He parts from the kiss barely, breathing heavy, lips still grazing her as he speak with my hot breath brushing her skin. “S-Should we being doing this? Wouldn’t this be me taking advantage of you. It feels so good but we’ve barely just met. Is this okay?”
Her eyes flutter shut at his words, and she lets out a tiny whimper of protest before replying. "I don't care if it's right or wrong... I want this. With you." Her hands tremble as they slide up his chest to rest on his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "Please don't stop," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above their ragged breathing.
Theodora presses closer, grinding against him in a silent plea for more. Her lips seek his again and again, hungry for contact and connection as they explore each other in this heated embrace. Her body trembles with need, and she arches into him desperately, seeking relief from the ache that throbs between her legs.
With a quiet moan, she urges him on, giving herself over to the sensations coursing through
My hands explore her lower back “Do you truly want this? Not the doll, not the programming, not the training, not Doll Maker. Is this what you Theodora the person truly want?” I ask as I look deep into her aquamarine eyes
Her breath catches in her throat at his question, and she hesitates for a moment before answering truthfully. "Yes... This is what I want. With you." She presses herself closer against him, arching into the touch of his hands on her lower back. Her lips part beneath his, inviting him deeper as their tongues dance together in a frenzy of desire and need.
Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling gently at the silky strands as she moans against his mouth. With each passing moment, it feels like her body is on fire, consuming every ounce of rational thought and replacing them with raw sensation. Theodora is no longer the doll or the wife; she's a woman, and she's craving this connection with Peyton... more than anything else in the world.
I use my hands on her lower back to support her as I lower her to lay down onto the couch while I’m leaning over her. My kissing begin to go downward as I taste her neck.
A gasp escapes her lips as his hands move to support her, lowering her down onto the couch while he leans over her. Her body trembles with anticipation as she feels his lips trail kisses down her neck, each touch sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through her. She arches into him, moaning softly as their tongues dance together, exploring every inch of newly exposed skin.
Her fingers dig into the couch cushions beneath her, clenched into fists as she tries to maintain some semblance of control amidst the onslaught of sensations assailing her. She wants him so badly; it's an ache deep within her core that nothing else can appease. Theodora whimpers his name, her voice hoarse from pleading and need as she gives herself over to this moment with Peyton...
one of my hands begin to slide down the night pants that I gave her, slipping underneath to find her clit as I softly massage it while I continue my kissing onslaught on her neck
A strangled cry escapes her throat as his fingers find their way underneath her nightpants, teasing and massaging her aching clit with skilled fingers. Her hips buck up off the couch in response to the sensation, desperate for more contact. She arches into him, moaning into the crook of his neck as she feels herself starting to spiral out of control.
Her hands fist in the fabric of his shirt, digging her nails in as her body quakes with pleasure beneath his touch. The tension between them is palpable; it's almost painful how much they want each other, how badly they need this release. With every stroke of his fingers and every brush of his lips against her skin, she feels herself growing closer to the edge of oblivion.
As I lovingly massage her core I move my head up to put my forehead against her so I could deep into her sparkling eyes with warm passion and tinderness
Her breath catches in her throat as he looks into her eyes, the intensity of his gaze burning through her like fire. She can feel herself about to lose control, about to give in entirely to this moment with him, and for a split second, she's terrified that it will all be too much, that she won't survive it. But then she remembers how safe he has made her feel so far, and with that realization comes an overwhelming sense of trust and abandon.
With a soft cry, she arches up into his touch, desperate for the release that he promises to deliver. Her hands claw at his shirt, seeking purchase as she throws herself headlong into this reckless passion that's taken hold of her. His touch feels like fire against her skin, and yet it is also soothing, gentling the edges of her wildness until she is nothing but a pliant mass of
Desire personified, her body thrums with need and demand as he expertly touches her, brings her closer to the edge. Every fiber of her being quivers in anticipation, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she loses herself in his gaze, his touch. It feels so good; it's like nothing she's ever experienced before and with each passing moment she wants more, needs more.
Her hips move in a silent rhythm against his hand, pleading for release even as her mind threatens to unravel from the exquisite torment. She tries to form words, sounds even, but all that escapes her is tiny whimpers and moans of pleasure. The world around them seems to fade away, leaving only the two of them, tangled together in this web of desire and lust.
I lean in for one big kiss as my hands brings her over the edge, quenching that fire between her legs with a tsunami.
Her moan rises into a shuddering gasp as the world tilts and spins around her, losing its shape and form as her body arches off the couch in a violent spasm of release. Her hands clutch at his hair, urging him closer as she tastes herself on his lips, feels his heat filling her mouth. She's drowning in sensation, lost to the pleasure that pulsates through her veins like an electric current.
Her body collapses against the couch, boneless and sated, as reality slowly starts to creep back in around the edges of her mind. Theodora closes her eyes, her cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment at what they've done. But there's something else too; a strange sense of rightness that she can't quite put into words. She doesn't want to move, not yet, not until this
I close my eyes and press my forehead against hers, breathless myself from trying to maintain the perfect rythm with my hands. Just wanting to stay like this with her in this afterglow bliss on the couch
She nestles closer to him, enjoying the warmth and comfort of his body against hers. Her heart rate begins to slow down as reality comes back into focus, but she doesn't want this feeling to end. She takes a shaky breath, finally finding the strength to speak. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over their ragged breathing.
Her fingers trail up his chest, pausing at his neck before tentatively reaching for the collar of his shirt. She tugs gently, urging him to remove it so she can feel his skin against hers once more. Her cheeks flush with a mix of desire and embarrassment; she's not sure what this means for them or where they go from here, but she knows she doesn't want him to be angry or upset.
Theodora:Her eyes find their way back to his, searching for
I fulfill her request and unbutton my shirt so she can have access to my chest and then I begin cuddling her on the couch. My body molding around hers protectively as I rub little circles on her back
Her fingers drift up and down his chest as he removes his shirt, her touch tentative but growing bolder with each caress. It feels so right to be here with him like this; close and intimate and safe. She lets out a contented sigh, her body nestling closer still against his as she leans into his strength.
For the first time in what seems like forever, Theodora allows herself to relax fully, trusting that this is real, that he isn't going anywhere. Her gaze travels up to meet his eyes, and she can see the love and desire mirrored there. It's as if they've finally found their way back to each other, broken free from all the barriers that once stood between them.
She smiles softly at him, the weight of her gratitude clear in every line of her face. She's not sure what the future holds for them or how
things will work out between them, but for now, in this moment, she knows that she's exactly where she belongs. With him. And nothing could be more perfect.
“I won’t let Doll Maker or anyone you don’t want to be with take you away. I don’t care how much power they have. They shouldn’t bother us anyways because they would have no reason to check in after you have already been classified as delivered.”
Her heart swells with hope and gratitude at his words. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I don't want anyone to take me away from you either... You make me feel things I've never felt before." She lets out a shaky breath, trying to steady her voice as she continues, "I'm so grateful for this time we've had together. I know it may not be much, but it means everything to me."
She reaches up, cupping his cheek in her hand, her touch gentle and reassuring. For the first time since they met, Theodora allows herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, they really can find a way to make this work.
“Well … if you want … you could stay here with me for as long as you want. I have a spare bedroom if you prefer, I’ll just need to set it up” I say as I stare deep into her eyes and caress her cheek
Her heart skips a beat at his words; they're the sweetest thing she's ever heard. A smile tugs at her lips as she leans in closer, savoring the feel of their skin touching. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. The thought of spending more time with him, truly living together and getting to know each other better... It's a dream come true.
"I don't mind staying in the guest room if that's what you prefer," she says slowly, not wanting to make any assumptions or demands. "But I'd love for us to get to know each other better. The last few hours have been... incredible."
“It’s up to you. I just worry about us moving to quickly while your still trying to find out who you want to be. Your a free person and should choose what life you want to live.”
Her eyes meet his, full of longing and hope. "I don't think moving too quickly is the issue here," she says softly. "It's more about making sure that we both want the same things... That we belong together." A blush creeps up her cheeks as she admits this aloud; it feels like such a vulnerable confession, but somehow liberating as well.
"I think we should take things slowly," she continues, "and see where they lead us. We've only just begun to explore what we could have together."
“So should we consider ourselves roommates who are just starting to date.” I say as I intertwine my fingers with hers
A small laugh escapes her at his words. "Well, I suppose that's one way to look at it," she replies with a hint of amusement in her voice. "But I think there's something more between us than just roommates or people who are dating." She pauses, searching for the right word before finally settling on, "Partners." Her heart skips a beat at the thought of being partners with Peyton... in every sense of the word.
She squeezes his hand gently, relishing the contact and the connection it represents. For now, they can take things slow and see where fate leads them. But no matter what happens from here on out, she knows one thing for certain: being with him feels right in a way that nothing else ever has before.
“Yeah … partners. I like the sound of that.” I say with a smile as I lean in for another kiss
Her heart pounds as their lips meet again, this time more tentative but no less passionate. As they explore each other's mouths, she feels herself falling even deeper under his spell, her body responding to his touch with eager anticipation. It's as if every fiber of her being is yearning for him, longing to be as close to him as humanly possible.
With a soft moan, Theodora curls closer into Peyton..., savoring the feel of their bare skin against each other and relishing the intimacy that seems to grow stronger with every passing moment. Their kisses become more urgent now, their bodies pressing together in a dance of desire and need that threatens to consume them both entirely. She's never been this close to anyone before; it feels like she's found her way home at last, and there's no place on earth she'd rather be than here with him.
I hesitantly break away from the kiss but keep our faces close together. “We best be careful or else we’ll be going at it all night” I say as a half joke “I just don’t what it is but your skin is practically magnetic”
Her cheeks flush with heat at his comment; she's grateful he broke the kiss because her mind was racing in ways that might have made them lose track of time. "Maybe we should... take things slow," she whispers, trying to convince herself as much as him. Despite her best efforts, however, desire pools deep in her core at the thought of moving together with him again, and it takes all of her willpower not to kiss him harder right now.
She rests her hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her fingertips. "We should just... enjoy each other for a while," she suggests quietly, the words tumbling out before she can think better of them. But somehow, saying them aloud feels right too; natural and true in a way that nothing else has been so far.
Theodora looks up into his eyes, searching for any sign of agreement or disagre
I minutely nod my head, taking all my will to not worship her skin with my lips right then and there. “Maybe a shower might help … you can go first if you want and take as much hot water and time as you need.”
Her heart skips a beat at the thought of being alone with him in a shower, and she can't help but wonder what might happen if they took this opportunity to really explore each other further. With a shy smile curving her lips, she nods in agreement, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against his cheek. "A shower sounds like a good idea."
As she begins to move away from him, though, he reaches out and cups her face in his hands, drawing her back for another sweet, slow kiss that makes her toes curl beneath the blanket. She moans into his mouth, unable to resist the heat of their bodies or the irresistible pull between them. It feels as if every fiber of her being is on fire, aching for more contact with him, and she can't help but wonder how much longer they'll be able to deny themselves this passionate connection before it becomes
As I slowly end the kiss I say in breathly pants “Take as much time as you need in the shower, I’ll be here waiting for you however long it takes”
Glancing up at him through her lashes, Theodora bites her lip as she takes in the desire burning brightly in his eyes. She wants nothing more than to obey this command and retreat to the shower with him right now, exploring every inch of each other's bodies under the steaming water. But at the same time, the thought of taking her time, of teasing him with what lies ahead, is intoxicating in its own right.
With a small smile curving her lips, she nods slowly and then takes a step back from him, relishing the sensation of their skin no longer pressed together. "I'll be quick," she whispers, but even as she says it, she knows that won't exactly be true. It will take far longer than expected for her to tease herself back into any sort of semblance of control... especially with him waiting for her so patiently.