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A River of Surprises Chapter 8
I was back in the hall again in seconds, the front door closed behind me
and almost tripping over the box as I turned, my stupid breasts
completely unbalancing me. Steadying myself, I bent down and cautiously
examined it, I hadn't sent for anything, what the hell was it? There was
a delivery note stuck to the top of it in a plastic envelope. I glanced
at it, It was my address alright, but then I noticed the name. There was
an Ms. in front of my surname. I immediately felt a nervous lump growing
in the pit of my tummy. Trembling I fetched a small knife from the
kitchen and I carefully sliced through the thick brown parcel tape that
sealed it closed. Steadying myself I began carefully tugging the
cardboard flaps to get it open. I was almost prepared for some sort of
shock, yet I still gasped in horror when I saw the contents. Inside was
another box tightly filing the outer one, but this time there was a
glossy picture on the top of it, to my repugnancy, proclaiming this to be
a fully functioning male sex doll kit!
I sat there on the floor, in horror, looking at it, not moving or
touching the box until my phone messenger sound suddenly went off.
Hearing that sound had the immediate effect of turning me into a
quivering nervous wreck and it did now. I got up off the floor and picked
the phone up off the dresser where I'd left it when I'd come home from
work. I almost knew who the message was from before I looked at it, it
was from him.
"Thank me for your present girl."
I looked down at the box in disgust, but I knew I had to reply or threats
would be carried out and I wasn't ready to handle them yet.
"Thank you, Daddy." I felt nauseous, disgusted with myself, even as I
wrote it.
"You'll have to do better than that girl, but first bring your present
upstairs to Mummy's bedroom, unpack it, and follow the instructions. Take
a picture of it when you've done it."
It was with a strange mixture of feelings that I wriggled the one box out
of the other, then lugged it up the stairs. I hated having to bring it
into my mother's bedroom, but I knew that I had to follow along with his
instructions, at least until next Tuesday, when I could escape on
holiday.
It was a weird thing to unpack I must say. The body itself wasn't like
the sort of ordinary cheap plastic female sex doll that I'm embarrassed
to say I'd bought and flirted with in the past. Apart from the fact that
it was obviously a male manikin, it was made of a much softer more
flexible material. The instructions told me to stretch it out on its
front, positioning the arms legs and head in the right locations. There
was a nozzle to the bottom of its back, not the sort of thing that you'd
blow up with a pump, it looked more solid altogether, a metal connector
and beneath it a usb socket. I looked at the instructions again, it said
to connect the cylinder up to the nozzle on its back and to plug in the
usb lead that was wired to a black box with a display that was mounted on
the cylinder. I looked in the box and there was indeed a metal cylinder
with a pipe coming from it, the end of which did screw onto the nozzle.
"When the nozzle and usb lead are connected to the manikin, plug the unit
into a power outlet and switch on. When the sounder stops bleeping, turn
on the tap on the nozzle and leave the manikin to fill for thirty
minutes, until the sounder goes off again."
I plugged it in, following the instructions. The unit bleeped various
times and red and green lights came on, then the bleeping stopped. I
turned on the tap, curious now. There was a loud buzzing and I could hear
a soft gurgling noise, but apart from the noises, nothing much else
seemed to be happening. I watched for a few minutes. Perhaps it was
broken? I stood up, took the picture anyway and sent it to him. The reply
was almost immediate.
"Good, now go and have your shower and dress, remember it's Thursday's
outfit girl!"
That reminder made me shudder, he knew, as I knew, what wearing the
stockings and suspenders did to me. Yet I still mindlessly followed his
instruction, picking up the suspender belt and the stockings and bringing
them into my bedroom before going into the shower.
I had mixed feelings about my showers these days. In the past I had loved
standing there for ages soaping myself under a cascade of hot water and I
still loved that, but now every time I got into the shower my breasts
were becoming more and more of a focus of my attention. I couldn't help
myself, no matter how hard I tried to ignore them, it only took a few
moments under the tingling stream of heated water and I was lost. I just
couldn't avoid their demand for my touch and certainly in the last few
days they had led me more and more to a slack jawed arousal as my palms
glided over my yearning nipples. Today was no different and ten minutes
later I stumbled unthinking, back into my bedroom, my demanding breasts
dominating my thoughts and controlling my actions.
I didn't think, couldn't think straight, I just dressed, each sissy item
only fuelling my feelings. The suspender belt first, hooking it behind my
back followed by the insanity of the stockings, their touch against my
skin, the click of the clips holding them up in an almost sissified
bondage. I saw the sheer pink panties in my drawer and I couldn't help
myself, my little penis's appearance through them so wrong, yet such a
tease. I'm not sure why I chose the tartan micro miniskirt or the
clinging lycra crop top, only that when I did, my nipples protruded madly
and my little penis started screaming for my touch.
The buzz of my phone made me jump, my heartbeat increasing unbelievably,
my hand was shaking as I picked it up. It was a video call from him
through WhatsApp. I looked at the screen a few minutes, I really didn't
want to answer it, but in the end I couldn't stop myself and there he was
looking at me, that horrible smirk on his face.
"Let me see you girl, stand in front of the mirror and turn the camera so
that I can see."
I did and it was only when I looked in the mirror myself that I realised
what a sluttish sissy I looked like. My face went beetroot red.
"There's a good girl, you're learning to try harder to please me. Now
let's go back into your mother's room."
I jiggled along to my mother's room, as he told me, my breasts seeming to
have a mind of their own, moving maddeningly, my face still flushed, my
heartbeat still tremulous.
Going through the bedroom door I gasped almost frozen in shock, there
lying face down on the floor was a full sized naked human male. It took
me a few moments to recover, feeling foolish in the realisation that the
manikin had now been filled with whatever the cylinder had pumped into
it. The realism of it, at least from its back, was scary.
"Do your makeup girl, then you can look at your present."
I nervously dragged my eyes away from the back of the manikin and went to
Mum's dressing table where I propped the phone up under the mirror.
Feeling deeply humiliated I put on the makeup which I knew that he
required as he watched me doing it. It took me a while to get it right
this time, my hands trembling so much as I did it.
"You'll have to learn to do it quicker in future girl. Now let's have a
look at your friend. First pick up the instruction leaflet, point your
phone at it and we will follow the connect to Wi-Fi instructions."
I reluctantly knelt on the floor by the manikin, humiliatingly my
stocking tops peeping out under the skirt as I picked up the leaflet,
turning the phone camera around so that he could read it too. He spoke
the instructions as we read them and it started by saying how to get into
the system that seemed to be embedded somewhere in the manikin. I had no
idea what the thing was supposed to do linked into a Wi-Fi, but I thought
that I'd better humour him and follow the process anyway. I opened the
built-in interface as he directed.
"First you have to name him, haven't you girl?" He waited for my reply as
I hadn't spoken up to then.
I looked at the instruction again and finally mumbled, "Yes," before
adding, "Daddy." Half choking on the word, disgusted with myself as I
said it.
"What are you going to call your new friend, girl? What are you going to
call your knew man friend?"
I felt shocked, name it, name him, I stared at the interface a second
speechless.
"Well girl, are you going to name him, or do I have to do it for you?"
I said nothing, my brain still going round and round, struggling to find
something that meant nothing.
"You could name him Richie as your alter ego, or David after your father,
or Tom after your farmer friend in the pub! There are lots of different
names you could give him aren't there girl?"
"Fred," I said, it meant nothing to me, just a quick name that popped
into my head.
"No, I don't think so girl, I think the name you really want is Tom it's
a much better name, name him Tom."
In a hopeless disgust I did it and then under his guidance entered all
the appropriate settings. A vibrating buzz emitted a few times from deep
inside the manikin as I did it, but I finally finished and sat back,
stupidly waiting for something to happen.
"What are you waiting for, you can disconnect it now girl, follow the
instructions and disconnect it all."
The nozzle unscrewed leaving a surprisingly small hole in the manikins
back and I packed the pipe, nozzle and usb lead away back in the box.
"Put your phone on the stand and put it by the big mirror so I can watch
you."
I reluctantly picked up the stand from the bedside table then placed it
on the shelf by the big wall mirror, propping the phone on it. I adjusted
its position at his direction, until it was looking at the manikin which
was realistically still lying on its stomach on the floor.
"Turn poor Tom over girl, he's uncomfortable like that and I'm sure
you're dying to see him properly."
Feeling full of nerves, I once again knelt beside him, the manikin that
is. I glanced up at Daddy's, that is Doug's face as he watched me, then
reached over the back of the thing and placed my hands on the far side of
its torso, preparing to pull it over towards me. It felt strange, not
plastic, like an inflatable sex doll, but much more skin like, almost gel
like, the surface soft, yielding to my touch yet there was a solidness to
it too.
I gripped its side and pulled it towards me, it wasn't light like an
inflatable doll either and though it wasn't as heavy as I would expect a
human body, it was surprisingly weighty. It rolled over and I shuffled
backwards, still pulling as I gave it space for it to turn over on its
back. It suddenly rolled over and its cock sprang up from under it,
flicking up against my arm. It made me jump and I pulled my hands away
horrified. He laughed, I heard his crude laughter and blushed in
embarrassment.
"Look at his cock, already hard for you isn't it girl."
I hesitated, hardly daring to look.
"You heard me, Look at it bitch."
I peeped down at it, I told myself that I didn't want to, yet I had to
admit that I was curious too. It made me gasp, it looked extremely
realistic, jutting upwards stiffly at me, its head half unhooded, its
glans and peephole perfectly formed and exuding sex.
"Touch it you little slut, you know you want to, touch it."
My eyes were wide, I could hardly take them off it and stupidly my heart
was pounding madly.
"Fucking touch it, you bitch."
My hand was moving forward even as he spoke, touching. I gasped at the
feel as I touched it, its mixture of softness and hardness so real, the
only thing different was the heat and it felt slightly clammy.
"Now rub it girl, slide your hand up and down it, he'll love that."
I couldn't help myself and with a mixture of fascination and reaction to
his words, I did it. I slid my fingers around it, then slowly, gently,
almost reverently moving my hand up and down. The outer skin moving with
my hand, the head revealing completely as I did it, yet the inner
structure was stiff and rigid.
"Look at him as you're doing it slut, look into his face as you're doing
it."
I dragged my eyes from the lifelike cock that I was still stupidly
stroking. I hadn't looked at its face before, I'd sort of avoided it, but
I glanced up at it now. It made me stop, hesitating in horror. Somehow,
he looked almost evil, his mouth was slightly open in a sort of smile,
but the tip of his tongue was protruding through his lips and then there
were his eyes! They were a vivid blue, wide open and staring at me, as if
they were staring into my very soul.
"Keep rubbing him slut and look at him as you're doing it."
For some reason I can't explain, I did what he said. I couldn't take my
eyes off its face anyway, its eyes seemed to be drawing me in and I was
moving my hand gently up and down on his stiffness, unthinking, as if it
had a mind of its own.
He, Daddy, was watching me closely, not that it dawned on me, all I could
see were those manikin's eyes, my hand constantly moving.
"You love that don't you girl, you love Tom, don't you?"
I was still mesmerised by the thing's eyes; it was as if I was in a dream
world. His shout made me jump.
"Answer me ya fuckin slut, ya love it don't ya?" Gone were the smooth
assertive directions, his anger flaring, his carefully chosen words
dropping like a cloak to reveal his real self.
I gasped a reply, in reaction to his shout, looking up at his face on the
phone as I did.
"Yes Daddy."
"Ya love Tom, don't ya?" He was so fierce, so aggressive.
"Yes Daddy." My heart was pounding, that crudeness in his voice striking
fear into me.
"Tell him then slut, tell him ya love him."
I looked down at the manikin again, its eyes piercing, hypnotising, then
took a nervous breath.
"I love you Tom." It came out in a quiet mumble.
"Keep rubbin him and tell him again, an make it louder this time."
My hand immediately responded to his voice; such was the fear he
instilled in me.
"I love you Tom."
"Sit on him slut, then look at him and tell him again."
Quivering I stopped rubbing the manikin's erect cock, wriggled my skirt
up to my hips and slid my leg over his waist. My skirt rucked up further
as I slipped across him, my knees off the floor either side of him.
Insanely I hadn't taken my eyes off his face.
"Now tell him."
"I love you Tom." I found myself wriggling slightly on him as I said it,
I can't explain why.
"Kiss him slut, tell him you love him and kiss him."
I whimpered glancing up at my phone again, Daddy looked red faced, almost
angry. I shuffled back a little on him, the manikin, until I felt his
cock stiff against my bottom, then leaned forward to look closer into his
face.
"I love you Tom," I mumbled, then with a horrible mixed up reluctance I
leaned further down and kissed it, him. My pursed lips touching the top
of his tongue as I tried to find his lips
"Do it again, do it properly, tell him you love him, lie on him and kiss
him properly."
I took a deep breath, shuffling back as far as I could against Tom's
erection which was now nestling between the cheeks of my bum, against my
sheer panties, then I lowered myself completely on him, my breasts heavy
on his chest, my begging erect nipples hard against him, I was being
engulfed, mesmerised by those eyes, his eyes.
Involuntarily I spread my legs further, placing my complete weight on
him, my stupid little penis idiotically throbbing trapped back between
us.
"I love you Tom."
I almost panted and I brought my parted lips down against his. It was a
shocked reaction, I almost gagged as the, he, his, tongue plunged forward
into my mouth and I pulled my head away in surprise and disgust.
"I said fuckin kiss him properly slut, now fuckin kiss your boyfriend and
suck on his tongue as ya do it."
Whimpering, not taking my eyes off his, the manikin's, face with its now
fully protruding tongue I quaveringly moved to kiss it, him, again.
"Tell him ya love him first slut."
Trembling all over, I did.
"I love you Tom."
Then I kissed him again, my mouth opening around his protruding tongue,
sucking it in as my lips lowered gradually to his.
I am not sure how it happened, but suddenly there were vibrations coming
from his stiff erection between my cheeks and I was wriggling insanely on
him, kissing him madly. Gasping between kisses as I did
"I love you Tom. I love you Tom, ohh I love you Tom, I love you, ohh god
ohh god, I love you, I love you Tom."
I lost my mind, I was almost humping against him, my hands around him
holding him tight as I did. My desperate little penis was wantonly needy,
that urge to find my climax overcoming me once more.
Doug left me like that for goodness knows how long as I struggled to cum,
then eventually the buzzing stopped and I heard his voice breaking
through my madness.
"There's a good slut, now thank me for letting Tom join you."
I was gasping and perspiring, I struggled to get myself back together and
blinked as I looked at the little screen on my phone under the mirror,
then mumbled my thanks.
"Get off your lover and stand-up girl, I know you don't want to but you
will have plenty of time for that later."
I stood, rather shakily, straightening my skirt.
Pick him up, let's see him standing by you."
I reached down and struggling with the awkward weight, got Tom to his
feet. I had to keep my arm around his waist to hold him upright, but
eventually he stood there by me, in front of my mirror and him on my
phone.
"Look at yourself girl, a slut and her boyfriend." His laugh was coarse.
I glanced in the mirror and flushed bright red in embarrassment, I was
standing there in those slutty clothes, my top had come down and my
breasts were half covered, my nipples protruding visibly through the
light material. Beside me, I was holding on to, my arm around him, stood
a man, taller than me and totally naked, sporting an indecently big
erection, his tongue still lolling from his mouth, his eyes still
piercing even in the mirror. I whimpered in my twisted humiliation.
"Bring Tom into your bedroom and put him in your bed, I will know if you
haven't done it girl."
I tottered along half carrying, half dragging the doll, was it a doll?
Into my bedroom, where I lay him in my bed. Luckily, I have a double bed,
but even then he seemed to take up more than half the space. I pulled the
duvet up over him, more to hide his erection than anything.
He didn't seem to take his eyes off me all the time that I did it and it
unnerved me so much, that in the end I fled back into Mum's room. Daddy,
Doug, had gone, my phone screen blank so I grabbed it and ran downstairs
to get myself a drink, something to steady my nerves.
It was only after the glass of wine and a nervously eaten supper that I
remembered the washing basket and with that, the flush of embarrassment
thinking of Mrs Davies taking my clothes off the line.
I peeped into the rear porch and there it was full of the clothes.
Picking it up I brought it in and hurriedly took it up stairs to the
airing cupboard where I began to decant the things onto the shelves to
air. I kept blushing thinking of Mrs Davies seeing all my panties and her
carefully folding them one on top of each other. It gave me a feeling of
deep rooted embarrassment which seeped through me, I tried to ignore that
feeling, but the humiliation of it all played with my mind as I started
putting them away.
Reaching into the laundry basket for the next items I discovered to my
shocked surprise some things I didn't recognise, it made me stop and look
closely, with a nervous flush. There were two pairs of long legged heavy
satin knickers with elastic around the legs, one ivory and one pink and a
long line bra corselette, again ivory in colour.
I was confused, they were obviously vintage and Mrs Davies must have put
them there, but why? It worried me badly, but in the end, I gave up and
just shoved them on the shelf anyway, together with the rest of my
laundry. The emotion of that process and the emotion of the entire
evening, left me feeling dog tired, a tiredness which seemed to come on
me all too quickly lately and when it did, I couldn't think straight. I
headed back to the kitchen, took my nightly tablets, which I was now
religiously taking, with some warm milk and headed back up to bed.
I felt weird in my bedroom, changing into my nightie when the doll, the
manikin, the man, Tom, was lying there in my bed almost watching me with
those piercing eyes of his. It made me shiver and I hurriedly went around
to my side of the bed and got in beside him. I just wanted to turn the
light out, to hide. I had always slept alone and It was odd now trying to
sleep with him beside me, unmoving, so close. I tried to keep to the edge
of the bed, as far as possible from him, but in my restlessness, I found
myself rolling towards the middle of the bed, closer to him. In the end I
finally managed to ignore him being there, relaxed and went to sleep.
Morning broke and I woke up early, wondering where I was. It was only
when I opened my eyes that I remembered that he was lying beside me and I
realised that I had one leg and one arm over him. I lay there a second I
felt strange, something was under my knee, it was his cock stiffly
against me. With a foolish, stupid, idiotically playful thought, I don't
know why I did it, but I slid over, fully on top of him, my legs astride
him and I looked down at him. His eyes were still piercing and crazily
almost seemed to move. It was suddenly like I was unable to think for
myself, like I was hypnotised. I slid my hands up over my breasts, though
deep down I knew I shouldn't yet I couldn't seem to stop myself. I was
telling myself that I was on my own and this was only a bit of a silly
game. My breasts reacted as I should have known they would, my nipples
firming almost instantly, their demanding hunger growing logarithmically.
"Kiss me."
I was sure that I had imagined the voice, his lips hadn't moved and the
tip of his tongue was still protruding between them, yet it was in my
head, I was certain that I had heard it.
"Kiss me."
There it was again, the words were filling my head, they were almost
mesmerising. It made me stop moving my hands, they were stilled holding
my breasts, my screaming nipples against my palms. Before I knew it I was
staring into his eyes again, somehow I couldn't stop myself, they drew me
in, I couldn't seem to avoid them.
"Kiss me." The words enveloped my brain.
I slipped down over his hips, his cock between my cheeks again, bringing
myself down against him, my lips touching his.
I can't explain, perhaps it's just like anybody playing with a sex doll,
but suddenly I was desperately kissing him, his tongue freeing, slipping
into my mouth once again and there I was, hypnotically sucking on it as I
kissed him, insanely whimpering that I loved him, as I did so.
The alarm persistently going off finally woke me from my madness and
pulled me to my senses. Clumsily I climbed off him and without daring to
look at him again I headed for the bathroom.
Crikey I must be going mad. I made the process of showering and dressing
quick and matter of fact, forcing myself to keep going, trying to ignore
my continually wanton breasts. At least today I had a choice of trousers
to wear, even though I didn't have the oilskins or overalls to hide
under. I decided on the slacks as they are black and not so noticeable as
the pink trousers, also the straps under my feet helped to hide my
anklet. As for a top I picked the lycra tee shirt again, even though it
was tight and showed off the shape my breasts completely, the rest of it
looked more like a tee shirt and wearing the black fleece over it, more
or less concealed things!
I grabbed one of the convenient thick shakes that I'd concluded he must
have put in my fridge and stood drinking it quickly before heading off to
work.
The day went quietly and quickly, I managed to avoid coming face to face
with people and I kept myself to myself. Before I knew it, I was heading
back home, Friday, early finish of course. The plans for next week and
the start of my holiday on Tuesday started filling my mind, grateful to
think that I would be getting myself away from my nightmare soon.
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