Haxsaw comes home to a fan.

Haxsaw presents... This is fiction based on how some girls, some at least, yearned to be dolled up for me. This entire story is utterly fiction.

I was dropped off at the front door of my large house. Some call it a mansion. I declare it a pain in the neck. Just my kitchen is a real burden to sweep, wash and dust. Yeah, yeah, I realize I should just shut up about it.
I was looking it over.
Now who do you suppose left an upright cardboard box leaning against the entrance way? I wavered about the early evening. I had a flashlight. My yard is never well lit, see? I am first thinking it is a box wrapping up a refrigerator. Seemed too narrow for that though. I take out my front door keys.
Carefully I remove the sides. It seems it was already opened once. Know how boxes have protective packaging tape and are sealed? This one ain't! I swing the box and lay it flat on the front stoop. I remove the lid. Inside is a girl. I gasp and drop the lid again!
I slide the back end of the cardboard box behind me. I bring it inside my house. I am in and lock the front gate. I next drag the box along the hallway. I unlock a second door. It is a screened, security door. I huff along and drag the box in. In the kitchen I am figuring I am safe, right? I slide the screen door shut and lock it again. "For pete's sake, a body. Loving name of God. Who dumped a dead woman on my front porch for?" The only one to hear me was my pet cat, K-1.
I get the box opened again. Looking it over I see the lady is in French Maid's clothing. I see she is breathing. Well, that makes hiding the corpse part easier, huh? I wave a hand before her. I next snap my fingers in front of her face several times. Her eyes open.
"Hello there, Haxsaw. I am your doll. I am your pet," the unidentified visitor stated as she slowly sat upright from her cardboard enclosure.
"Great," I muttered as I rubbed my chin. "Warp My Mind, right?" I was seated in a heavy wooden chair at an inlaid glass kitchen table. The darling lady shook her head.
"Uh," were her next words. Then she laughed. "How embarrassing is this?" She was seated upright and trying to explain. She seemed quite alert of where she was now.
"I was at this slumber party." It was then she seemed to struggle as a hand went above her breast. "You know? A sleep over? I have a headache." It was then she giggled some. We were listening to some files the guys got us on a dare. I must have been dropped off here." The little lady stepped out away from the box as she stood.
It was then she clutched at herself.
"I know I am not really dressed too right now," she explained. "We had a great deal of drinking." I listened carefully.
"So someone had you listening to some files from a website?" I asked?"
The little lady dressed as a French Maid nodded.
"If you can just call me a cab I can be getting home. Sorry to have troubled you." I only smiled. This was no trouble at all. In fact, it was going to be lots of fun.
"1, 2, 3, sleep for me now!" I next snapped my fingers. The lady closed her eyes and was out like a light bulb. I was going to make this worth her time as well as mine.
I soon ordered her to hike up her skirt and remove her panties. I asked her what she was. She was with a blank, unfocused stare.
"I am a doll. I am your pet."
"Good girl," I answered, "good girl. Lie on the floor and spread your legs. While at it you will arch your back, breathe heavily and tighten your rear end for me too."
I banged her good. I liked the way she squealed. I liked the way she panted as I went in and out so quickly. I liked making love to her. I loved using her as an object. After about thirty five minutes I was sweating terribly and bent over. The doll was still grunting.
I pulled out and came.
Come shot out, here and there. A few globs and several heavy drops plopped over her stomach. I was panting and wheezing. I was really badly in need of my inhaler. I snapped my fingers. I told her she was a fantastic sex doll. I told her she was the best sex doll ever made. I told her ten black men were making love to her, over and over. I sat on a chair. Sweat beaded and dripped from my brow. I watched the girl tighten her body and react to my trancing commands. Fifteen minutes later she passed out.
I later helped her get washed up and she slept with me for the night. In the morning she was told to go home. I never did see her again though. I tried figuring which frigging file was causing people to react like this. It was Monday morning as she walked off.