L.N. Stuck Within Me...

I was finished sending L.N. out to school. As is typical, she comes kneeling. I raise a hand from my bed. I bless her and send her off to school. I need thank E.M.G. for the packages as well as the exclusive rights for usage of my files here, overseas. While selling files to these Tropicans, under differing headings and titles, the sales are brisk and well accepted. None of this could be a go ahead without E.M.G.'s passion, caring spirit and commitment to the site, warpmymind.com. It truly offers off the wall as well as the down to earth. Err... Wait a minute, L.N. just stepped in...
"Back home early, are we?"
L.N. placed a book bag upon the edge of the bed. I was at this computer system. Needing the most, I am with 10 M.b.p.s. With connection speed like this at a dedicated cable line I am blazing.
"Someone sent a warning of impending storms from some Tropic Typhoon. Our school system released all students. It was announced on radio and T.V."
L.N. came behind and snapped fingers at my ears. It was then she leaned against the breadth of my shoulders. I could hear her breathing. "I really missed you." I felt a strange excitement of sorts. Since last time we used a program was E.M.G.'s file on some sort of dollification. I had a flexible chip board that was across L.N.'s upper breast. It was wiring went to a hard drive reader. Relays intersected to within the connection to the back of this computer. I had already mailed out the programming E.M.G. sent, this morning. My eyes closed, easily. L.N. was massaging my neck, then stopped.
"What was in that program you used on me over the weekend?" she asked. I was baffled. I had duplicated it, of course. I had to duplicate it. I remember duplicating, also, the sound file, E.M.G. sent, as well. What was the sound file? E.M.G. simply placed within a note. It read the sound file added would help L.N. relax. Now I wondered. L.N. was unlike herself. L.N. was quiet, withdrawn and spent more time at home. Hitting dance halls, drinking and carousing was no way, L.N. So, as it would be, I was turned up in volume, guarding as one would a daughter or innocent child. Of course, something else always came up.
L.N. was told to close the door. She did.
I had told her, many, many times, she was not a blow up doll. I told she was not a remote control object. I instructed she was not an item with strings attached. To my opposing views, L.N. wanted, simply craved to be guided and lead, step by step. She wanted direction and leadership. By God and by glory she wanted be told what to do. As I swept a view I could see the paintings on the wall. The floor was of cold, Italian tile. I turned on the air conditioner. L.N. muttered a, "Thank you."
I asked she undress.
L.N. took a deep breathe. As she revealed more and more flesh I placed in the file I duplicated from E.M.G. While it played L.N. was with slitted eyes. Her shoulders seemed to droop. Seeing her bra straps seemed to arouse me. I stood and touched her, gently. I spoke, telling she was a doll. L.N. replied, "I hear and I obey." I was breathing deeper.
Seeing her in satin pink panties and white lace bra I was all amazed. "W.T.F?" I figured. I went for broke, so to speak. Behind me, from the speaker system, was trailing out the music E.M.G. originally sent. My mind seemed to trail after the music.
As I peeled off my tank top shirt I spoke.
"L.N. as I count to three you are a mindless doll. Please pose for me now. 1, 2, 3." I then snapped my fingers. As soon as I did L.N. struck a poise as gracefully as she could muster. I felt my penis shuddering at the site. I was feeling light headed and something came over that never happened on other days. My hands, outside of my control, unfastened my pants.
I was quickened yet the action was occurring. While pushing my pants down I was unable to stop myself. Didn't L.N. have homework or something? I felt something wet touch me as I leaned my head back. I could not, in any way, control my actions anymore.
There was L.N., kneeling before me. As she did she was licking, sucking my throbbing member. "NO!!!" I forced myself to say. My words were choking in my throat. Literally, my language was a barrier to and of itself. Leaning my head forward I noted the cam on my computer desk top came on.
Someone or something turned on the cam!
At the monitor was a screening of what was being filmed. The cam pivoted downward, at us. I was feeling the fool as we were being recorded. L.N. was bobbing her head, in and out. I spoke and asked what she was doing. L.N. brought her mouth from off of me. With a blank expression she answered, "I am a doll. I hear and I obey your commands. When I hear and I obey I receive a reward."
Cranking enough gusto I leaned back. I tried pulling away. I tried leaving the scene being recorded. All I managed was to lean back. My thick penis was more obvious as it twitched, for all to see. I asked what she expected. I meant for her to stop. L.N. seemed all robotic as she answered my request.
"My reward is pleasure." With that, L.N. leaned inward. Opening her mouth she sucked, again. Seeing the cam and not able to control my body whatsoever, I glanced down. I could see L.N.'s figure. Her body looked hot, wrapped in a bra and panties. After so much time I was sweating, heavily. L.N. was also much the same. Without warning, I came. I ejaculated five times. My legs kicked inwardly. I was crying some. At the end I was crying pleasure. I was guessing it was more being seen, than anything else. Then again, I was also trying to resist. Resistance was futile. I could hear L.N. swallowing, guzzling and slurping. I knew it was me. She was drinking me. Oblivious to all yet I knew, this was being seen by someone.
Where was the stop for the dreaded sound file? I was finding I was walking forward. I was discovering I was walking forward, butt naked. Seeing L.N. rise in just bra and panties made my private member swell beyond belief! It was though my penis was aching, swollen so badly. L.N. looked down at me with hunger.
As she stepped near I could see the red light on the cam, flickering. It was then I remembered what set this off. My bare feet felt cold on the Italian tiling. I looked about, struggling. I could see a portrait of The Last Supper. I could see a reproduction of a Greek portrait. Blessed Lord, I was so exposed! It was then L.N. raised a hand while the file from E.M.G. played on.
"I... am... so-out... of... control...," she meekly stammered. As she stood before me her head dropped forward. As though some master puppeteer controlled by way of unseen strings, L.N. raised her right arm. Looking rather shocked and, at the same instant, rather amused, she snapped her fingers. It was then she arched her back. I was swimming in feelings as all went dark.
We both opened our eyes. I was amazed where we were.
At the S.M. Mall was L.N. with myself. L.N. was wearing a fully body girdle. Her eyes opened and were blinking, from time to time. She had make-up. Her face was styled as though a doll. Her skin seemed smoother than realistically so. Her elbows, jawline, knees and wrists were made as though jointed. Myself?
I was dressed in an Armanti suit. I was holding a whip and beside me was a chair. We were at the store front, on display as living dolls! Those stepping past S.M. Department store could see as well as read the placards set out.
"Figure out of control?" one sign read. "Whip your body with flattering curves!" Another sign read all ladies lingerie was half priced, for cleaning inventory, one week only.
As I glanced I could strain to see L.N. Her body was stiff and unbending as was my own. I watched and viewed her face grow deep red. I wanted take her from this yet was unable to move. Outside the store front window to the mall we watched customers stroll past. A few took pictures. L.N. was clenching her thighs yet rigid and still unbending within the grasp of the program E.M.G. had sent, earlier. Obviously, duplicating and listening again was the worst mistake, ever!