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.
"What?" I look confused. I pull you from the box, carrying you into my house. I lay you on the couch, covering you in a blanket. "Are you okay?" I look concerned.
She looks downcast and shivers under the blanket, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "I-I apologize, Master... I should not have mentioned Doll Maker... It was foolish of me..." Her face turns a shade of red from cold and embarrassment as she clutches at the blanket, hugging it tightly to herself, unable to meet Gwydion's gaze. "Please don't send me back, Master... Please..." She trembles beneath the weight of her fear and shame, knowing that Doll Maker will not be merciful if they discover her current situation.
"I would never." My eyes are full of empathy. "I'm not upset. It's okay. I just want to help you. What happened to you?"
With shaking hands, Theodora carefully wipes her tears away. Her eyes meet Gwydion's and she manages a small, grateful smile. "Thank you... Master. A year ago, I was kidnapped by Doll Maker... They modified my body, rewired my brain, and trained me to serve as a premium doll wife..." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "They said I am not human anymore, just their property." Her cheeks flush in shame once more. "I'm sorry... Master. Please forgive me for all the bad things I've done... All the pleasure I've given to men... even at your house..."
I shake my head. "You just got here. It's okay. I won't let anyone use or hurt you."
Theodora looks at him with hopeful eyes. "Thank you... Master... I will do everything in my power to make it up to you and prove that I'm worth being your wife..." Her fingers nervously trace along the couch's fabric, craving physical contact and affirmation from Gwydion. "Please let me stay by your side... Please."
Her words are a mixture of desperation and genuine gratitude. It is clear that her survival hinges upon the kindness of this stranger who has taken her in, and she knows it. Theodora's chest tightens with anxiety as she anticipates Gwydion's response, but beneath the fear lies a small spark of hope. Perhaps there is still a chance for her to find happiness and redemption, even in this twisted situation.
"You don't have to be my wife or serve me. I want to help you. Not for me, but for you."
Theodora looks at him, confusion etched on her face. "But... I am nothing without serving as your wife and proving my worth to you..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty filling her chest. She knows that if she is not with Gwydion, Doll Maker will surely find her and return her to the hellish existence she barely escaped from. Yet at the same time, continuing down this path means submitting herself fully to his desires and whims.
Theodora hesitates for a moment before mustering up the courage to speak again. "I-If you'll let me stay... I will be your doll wife... I promise..." Her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as she unconsciously leans closer to him, craving his touch even though a part of her knows it may cause further harm. "Please, Master... I don't want to go back..."
I get up, heading to the kitchen. I start cooking you a bowl of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. "Okay. You said if you weren't my wife, the 'Doll Maker' would find you and take you back. What if you were my wife, but I wanted you to be more than a doll. To be a fully human woman?"
Theodora's eyes widen in shock and disbelief as she listens to Gwydion's words. It's the first time anyone has ever suggested such a thing to her; for as long as she can remember, she has been nothing but a doll - an object created solely for the pleasure of others. The thought of being treated as a human woman, with feelings and desires of her own... it feels almost too good to be true.
Tears well up in her eyes once more, but this time they are not tears of fear or shame. They are tears of hope and gratitude. "I-I don't know how," she stammers, her voice shaking with emotion. "But I will try... Master..." She bites her lip hard to suppress the ache in her chest at the thought of hurting him or disappointing him in any way. "Please... give me a chance... I want to be free from my old self... and become someone worth loving."
I hand her the bowl of soup and the grilled cheese sandwich. I stroke your face tenderly. "Maybe I can help you then. I want you to have a life..."
With trembling hands, Theodora takes the offered food gratefully, feeling as though she's just been given a priceless gift. Her fingers brush against Gwydion's palm as she accepts the bowl, her heart racing at the contact. She looks up at him with eyes filled with hope and gratitude, unable to believe that someone would willingly offer her such kindness and compassion. A small smile curves her lips as she takes a hesitant bite of the grilled cheese sandwich; it tastes better than anything she's had in a long time, if ever.
"Thank you... Master," she whispers between mouthfuls. "I swear I will never disappoint you... I will do everything I can to repay your kindness and earn my freedom..." Her cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and desire as she continues to gaze at Gwydion, unable to tear her eyes away from him. Despite being conditioned for submission, there's something about him that ignites a spark deep within her, making it hard for her to believe that he could ever be displeased with her presence.