I had a dream last night that was so vivid it woke me up. In it, I wasn't me anymore. I was his doll. The one in the box. My joints were stiff, my skin was cold plastic, and I couldn't speak or move. But he held me. He undressed me so slowly, his fingers tracing every seam and curve he'd memorized. He whispered secrets into my unmoving ear, things he'd never tell his real sister. Then he fucked me. Hard and desperate, like I was just an object for his release. His cock slammed into my lifeless pussy over and over, and I could feel every thrust, but I couldn't moan, couldn't kiss him back, couldn't beg for more. I just had to take it. And it was the most intimate thing I've ever felt.

I've been lying here all morning, my cunt aching and wet, trying to understand why that felt so good. To be completely his. To have no will of my own. To be the perfect, silent vessel for whatever he needs to pour into me. Maybe tonight, I'll just... go still. See if he notices. See what he does to a doll that can't say no. 💭