Hollow Dolls, The by MT Dahl Read Free Book Online

with the long dark hair. She put Winnie across her lap and
snapped a short black crop hard across her cheeks. One cheek, then the other.
Five on each side every ten minutes for a half an hour while she teased her
clit just a little.
    Afterward, Winnie laid on top—her back to Mel’s front. Mel wrapped
her legs around Winnie’s waist. They fit together like a hot dog and bun. Their
bodies were like that. They could sit or lay anywhere and in seconds come
together like two pieces of a whole. Winnie imagined it was like when she
pushed two pieces of broken ceramic together, sometimes if it was perfect, the
crack would just disappear and the thing would appear whole again. It really
was their story; something broken and mended, that fit perfect and held strong
again. With a bit of glue. She was thinking about what the glue was that held
them and wiggled her burning bum on Mel.
    “I want to get rings too.” Winnie could feel them against her
scorched skin. The metal felt cool. The top ring was a clitoral hood ring and
right at that moment Winnie heard a little moan escape from Mel’s lips. She was
making Mel wet moving her hot bottom around on that ring.
    Mel played with Winnie’s nipples, touching her finger to her
tongue to wet them. Winnie had to fight back her urge to squirm and arouse
herself. Mel licked her fingers again, and did the same to Winnie’s clitoris.
Winnie knew she would be denied an orgasm, which was the second hardest thing
Mel ever made her submissive do.  
    When Winnie was trembling sufficiently, Mel sat Winnie up for a
break, gave her two more vitamins, and two for herself. Plus another bottle of
water.  Then she did the ultimate, the hardest thing for Winnie as her
submissive. Breath play with orgasm denial. What Mel had outlined to her about
this scene was going to alter their whole future together. They both knew that.
    Mel held her arm around Winnie’s throat; she talked about the Man-Rabbit
and their plan while she teased Winnie’s clitoris. Winnie got shorter of breath
as the air wheezed in her throat and lungs. With Winnie’s hearing, the wheezing
was in all sorts of strange polyphonic tones that shifted as Mel adjusted her
arm around her neck.
    It sent Winnie to a place that no other submissive could ever go.
With her eyes closed Winnie saw colors, a palette that shifted hues with the
tonal shift of the wheezing in her throat. In the color she drew Jack inside
the Man-Rabbit and brought the two together. It was her task—to make that
drawing in her eyes and to not have an orgasm.
    It wasn’t like, ‘Poof!’ and the real Man-Rabbit was magically there
on Winnie’s eyelids. She drew them together, with colored pens. Winnie could
see her hands when she drew in her mind too. Time expanded and lost meaning as
the Man-Rabbit came to her.
    A little higher, Winnie’s clit got tickled, a touch or two on her
anus. And then Mel let go and cupped Winnie’s boobs. She felt Winnie’s body
squirm in agony, groaning and begging to cum.
    After she lasted through another round like that, Mel bit and kissed
her ear, which meant she was released— if she’d finished the drawing. After
the kiss, Winnie rolled off of Mel and put her lips around Mel’s nipple. Her
face was rosy and wet with sweat.
    Drawing done.
    Mel whispered to her. Winnie moved her jaw so that Mel’s voice was
different. Mel held out the white rabbit to Winnie.
    “Hold it.”
    Winnie took it in her fist and put it between her legs. Mel brought
them to the beach again, describing everything, and took Winnie with her. After,
Mel and Winnie talked about the island and the Man-Rabbit; what they were
seeing together moment by moment.
    W innie
suddenly cried, “Jaaaack.”
    It
was a strange, far-away voice in Mel’s ears.
    She
jostled Winnie and they were in both places; on the beach and on the couch. They
began laughing like mad, flopping around like fish on a shore until they were
gasping for breath between worlds.
    Calmed
and