bimbosanddolls: “What? Where I am?” Barbara’s eyes darted around the room. S
bimbosanddolls: “What? Where I am?” Barbara’s eyes darted around the room. She didn’t know where she was, or how she got there. She knew she needed to find a way out. Heading for the nearest door, Barbara caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Suddenly, where she was became the least of her problems.“What??? What happened to me?” Her hair was straight and blonde, which shocked the girl who had spent her whole life as a curly haired brunette. She was wearing dark makeup around her eyes, more than she would have ever worn before. Her outfit looked like something out of some kinky porno; her body covered in black latex, the collar tight around her neck. “I.. I look like some kind of sex slave.” And that was when it hit her. The memories, the kidnapping, the conditioning, the programming. She was a sex slave. No, a sex doll. Just a toy. A Barbie doll. Bondage Barbie. That’s what He called her. Her Owner. The realization reverberated in her mind. He was her Owner. He had somehow turned her into some kind of fetish toy. She wanted to run, to scream, but she couldn’t seem to do anything. “Dolls can’t move. Dolls exist to be played with.” Barbie’s own voice betrayed her thoughts. Nooo, not again…. She cried out in her mind, her mouth no longer willing to move. Within seconds, Barbie had returned to her doll-like state; waiting for her Owner to play with her. -- source link
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