bimbosanddolls: “Another night alone,” Mary Jane sighed as she laid in bed. It was becoming more and

bimbosanddolls: “Another night alone,” Mary Jane sighed as she laid in bed. It was becoming more and more frequent since Peter had joined the Avengers. Late nights. Unexplained absences. A myriad of excuses. Too many lies. It was getting to be too much. She just wanted Peter to spend some time with her instead of that Stark guy. As tried to fall asleep, she heard a sound by the window. “Peter?” she called out, “Is that you?”  Her question went unanswered as she got out of the bed. It wouldn’t be the first time Peter came in through the window, but she never liked it when he did. If she was being honest with herself, the whole thing just kind of freaked her out a little.  “Pete?” she called out as she entered the living room. She saw the open window and let out another sigh. If he didn’t bother to close the window, Mary Jane assumed he was either in a hurry or hurt. She shut the window and locked it, her worries about Peter racing through her mind. ‘At least there’s no blood,’ she thought to herself. Still, she needed to see if he was okay. Mary Jane turned from the window and was about to go look for Peter in the bathroom when she felt a slight prick on her shoulder. “Huh, wha–’ Instantly, her mind stopped. Her worries about Peter, her frustrations at being alone, all of her thoughts simply disappeared as she went totally blank. Mary Jane stood there, her arms falling softly to her sides as her eyes became glassy and her gaze became vacant.  A slender, feminine figure entered into her view. She was wearing a black, latex catsuit that left little to the imagination. Her body was nothing short of perfection and Mary Jane likely would have been jealous if she was capable of thinking at all. “Ah, Miss Watson, I am so sorry meet you in such an unfortunate way,” the woman purred as she stepped closer to the frozen, mindless girl, “though, you are an exquisite beauty. So empty and perfect. You do like being my doll, don’t you, dear?” Without thinking, Mary Jane found her voice, “Yes, Mistress.” Her voice was hers, but the words were not. Her voice, like her stare, was distant and empty. She remained perfectly still as the woman ran a finger along her cheek.  “Wonderful, dear. I see my little toy has already done it’s job,” her voice was sultry and seductive, every word filled with desire, “Silly me, I never introduced myself, did I? My name is Puppet Master, though you may call me Mistress.”  Mary Jane stood helplessly as the villainess continued to explore her body. Puppet Master’s hands gliding softly along the curvature of her breasts. “I must say, Miss Watson, you may be my new favourite toy.”  “Thank you, Mistress,” Mary Jane responded, her voice lacking any emotion. She was, as her Mistress had said, simply a doll now. Her Mistress’ new toy.  The villainess smiled wickedy, “Go to your bedroom and slip into something sexy. Then, send him an alluring photo. Be sure to tell him how desperately you need him.” The dollified Mary Jane Watson began to move toward her bedroom. She followed her instructions just as her Mistress had asked. She slid her red stockings on and what she used to think of as her “fuck me” heels. The doll snapped the photo and sent it to Peter. ‘Come home, Pete. My Spidey senses are tingling so badly for you. <3 MJ’ As soon as she sent the message, the doll froze into place once more. Puppet Master entered the room to see her new plaything posed so perfectly. “Mmm, you did better than I could have expected, doll. You are irresistible,” she whispered into the doll’s ear. “Thank you, Mistress,” the doll responded as her Mistress led her to the bed.  Puppet Master purred in satisfaction, “Such a wonderful doll, indeed. Now then, my dear, you are going to help me. You will seduce your lover and lure him into my trap. Once I am rid of him for good, you will become a part of my collection. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mistress,” the words came from Mary Jane’s mouth but, in reality, she didn’t understand. She didn’t understand that she was being used as bait for her former lover or that she was assisting in his downfall. All that mattered, as she followed Puppet Master onto the bed, was that she was a good doll and she was about to be played with. -- source link

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