eyes widening beneath its mask, the doll definitely was nervous; but it was trained to show no fear.

instead, as it kept staring, it slowly and carefully removed its gag.

slowly moving down to its knees; reverently staring up at her.

slowly, hesitantly, approaching.

who knew who was watching then? either of their owners, or both; perhaps they weren't even at home, but at a show, on display?

nothing for either of them to worry about, however. bracing itself best it could on the ground, the doll started moaning at his thrusts.

“ ...but... i chose this... i... i enjoy being nothing... being a toy... ”

a confused whimper, but it didn't stop its worship; happily nuzzling into her hand for comfort.

“ ...what would you make me—? ”

and who knew who was watching? the doll certainly didn't; it was fully blind.

a moan left it as well as it felt him slide in, pathetically whimpering.

whining into its own muzzle, the doll meekly lowered its front, letting its arms lie flat against the ground and propping its rear up; presenting its hole even better.

what a pathetic sight the pair of them surely made.

oh?

its holes are openly accessible; unzipped, and presented whether it wants to or not. he should have no difficulty with it.

just a helpless pup, bound, blind, and fully at the mercy of whoever comes across it.

“ i am. i am subhuman. i am just a toy... ”

a happy little sound escaped it at the pets, the doll smiling up at her.

it would be more than happy to.

how would she wish for it to worship her?

“ i am content being nobody... just a thing... just a doll... ”

smiling as cirice put the weights aside, the doll crawled closer; body making more contact as it continued to lick her sweat off. “ i am, however, yours to do with as you please... ”

“ i'm sure she'd let you... probably for very little, too... ”

continuing in its worship, it whispered between its licks. “ ...i would need no name, though... honoured as i'd be... ”

“ ...thanks, miss... ”

it muttered, squeezes and gropes getting more intense as it continued to lick her skin clean.

“ ...thank you... ” it whispered, before bending forward; licking along cirice's skin, savouring the taste of her sweat. latex digits carefully and reverently felt and touched the muscles as tongue danced along skin, tasting, cleaning, worshipping.

“ it truly is... i love being what i am... ”

grinding in return, it grinned, spurring her further on.