The Dollmaker

Her business had grown from one small shop specializing in unique fashions, incense, and body lotions into a chain of shops. As her business grew – along with her personal experiences – The Cheerful Alternative’s focus grew as well. Her shops now did a lucrative business in the trappings used in dominant/submissive lifestyles. Each shop had a private backroom that sold chastity devices, collars, harnesses, cuffs, and body jewelry. Most of her clothing lines were androgynous – a look she preferred for her partners, male and female. The androgynous look was one of the reasons she had hired Justin in the first place. The college freshman stood a little over five feet, one inches tall and he couldn’t weigh more than one hundred-five pounds or so. With his large brown puppy dog eyes and shock of light blonde hair, Justin looked almost elfin – Janice often wondered if Justin’s ears were pointed under that fair mane. And if not, how they’d look after a skillful plastic surgeon had worked on them. She dismissed such daydreams and turned her attention back to the website the young man had designed for her.

Like Justin, she was a little disappointed with the catalog pictures of some of the stock. Justin had done a good job taking digital pictures – but most of the things really lacked their proper impact just laying against a velvet background. The clothing and leather was designed to be worn and not just displayed. Janice patted Justin on the back, telling him she liked his work and not to worry about the product display – there wasn’t anything to be done about that. He asked if he should go ahead and launch the website immediately. Janice considered for a moment and then nodded her approval. The little blonde spun around on his stool in front of the computer and immediately went to work tapping away at the keyboard.

Waiting for the computer to finish its work, Janice idly tapped her fingers on the discs next to the web store computer. Glancing down, she saw one labeled TEST IMAGES. She picked it up and noticed Justin glance nervously from her to the disc.

“What’s on this disc?” Janice asked.

“Erm – ah, nothing really.” Justin muttered, looking away. “Just some test pictures I took – but, I’m not using them for the website. I should have erased them.”

Janice couldn’t help noticing the slight tremble to Justin’s fingers as he moved the mouse around on the desk and the way he tried to avoid looking directly at her. That intrigued her – she knew the college student was often nervous and shy around her, but this was different.

“Maybe we could use them on the site.” Janice suggested.

“No! They really didn’t work at all.” Justin protested.

Clutching the disc, Janice strode over to her desk and slipped it into the drive bay of the laptop system she kept on her desk. Glancing up, she noticed Justin was staring at her almost in panic. His puppy dog eyes were even larger and rounder than normal. Calling up her graphics program, Janice waited as the disc loaded the images stored on it. Justin was right – the pictures didn’t turn out well. But, it was what the images showed that surprised Janice. A barechested Justin was in each image with various collars around his neck. It was clear he had tried to take the pictures himself and that was the cause of the awkward look to the pictures. Looking up, Janice noticed that Justin was still seated on the stool in front of the computer on the other side of the room. His head was hung in shame.

“Justin, come here.” Janice said softly. The young man didn’t move. Janice added a harder edge to her voice. “I said come here right now.” To her surprise, Justin almost fell off the stool as he scrambled to obey her command. He stood next to her chair, fingers trembling and eyes trained on the floor. Janice felt a thrill of excitement run through her seeing him in that position. “Explain these pictures to me.”

“Well – I, ah – I saw how lifeless the other pictures I took were and thought that if someone was wearing the collars it would be better. I tried different ways to make the pictures come out right, but they just didn’t work.” For the first time, he looked up – his big brown eyes frightened. “I didn’t damage anything – I promise! I just – um, I just …”

“You just what?” Janice asked.

“I just wanted to do a good job and make you happy.” Justin said, his voice soft and barely audible. His voice got even softer and Janice had to strain to hear the next words. “I’d do anything to make you happy.”

“Anything?” Janice asked. “Even pose as a mascot for the special catalog items?” Justin nodded. “Anything could mean an awful lot of things, young man – do you understand that?” The blonde head nodded again. Janice stared at the young man – she knew they were both at a turning point. She thought about the various fantasies she’d had over the years. Little Justin could very well be exactly what she’d been looking for. She made her decision. “Take your shirt off.” Justin hesitated. “NOW.”

Janice’s lips turned up in a little grin as Justin’s hands reached down and grasped the bottom of the baggy jersey he was wearing. He pulled it over his head exposing his bare chest. One hand still clutched the shirt as the other one smoothed down his tousled hair. Janice’s grin grew broader – Justin had managed to remove his shirt without once lifting his bowed head. Janice got up from her chair and walked around the college boy, keeping her body close to his, invading his space. She took his shirt from his hand.

“Good boy. Now, take off your pants and give them to me.” Janice ordered. There was a little hesitation again, but the young man’s hands slowly fumbled with the belt buckle and button on his jeans. He slid the jeans down over his slender hips, exposing tight white jockey shorts, down past his knees and fumbled with pulling them over his sneakers. Janice took the jeans from Justin. “Now, the shoes and socks.” There was no hesitation this time. Justin bent over and quickly removed his sneakers and socks. Janice went back to her desk chair and spun around to face the nearly naked young man. “Now, take those underpants off.” Her voice was cold and firm. Justin’s chest heaved with a sigh, but the hands went to the elastic waist band of the jockey shorts and started pushing them down, exposing his erection. A moment later, he had them in his hand trying to cover his groin. Janice slapped his hands away and took the white underpants from him.

Based on his height, Janice had expected Justin to have an equally small package – but he was nicely endowed. His uncircumcised penis was about six inches long, and the two testicles dangled nicely between his legs. A thick, curling blonde bush surrounded his genitals. His legs were equally hairy, as were his armpits. His chest and belly, however, were smooth. Janice stood again and walked around Justin again, stopping behind him.

“You’re trembling.” Janice said, running a well-manicured nail down his spine sending shivers through Justin. “This is only a taste of what being willing to do anything can bring you.” Janice ran her scarlet nail down Justin’s spine again. “Are you sure you’re willing to do anything?”

“Yes.” Justin whispered, his voice choked and husky.

Janice moved around in front of the naked college boy, her nail finding his right nipple and tracing circles around it. Justin’s nipple sprang up hard as soon as her nail began circling it, accompanied by a sharp hiss as Justin tried to contain the gasp escaping him. “The thing is,” Janice said, as she continued to trace circles around his nipple, “I’m not really sure you really mean you’re willing to do anything I want.”

“I am, I swear!” For the first time, Justin’s head shot up to meet her eyes. Janice stared back, examining those frightened brown eyes.

“You think so, do you?” Janice said, smiling seductively. “Are you willing to give yourself to me –“ she held up a warning finger, pressing it tight against Justin’s lips, “— be careful of how you answer. Are you sure you’re willing to become my plaything – a toy for my pleasure?” Janice leaned close and licked Justin’s smooth cheek. “That can be very humiliating, I warn you. Are you sure you’re willing to take such a big step?”

“Yes.” Justin said again, in a very small voice.

Janice smiled broadly. The brown eyes staring back at her were already moist – she hoped young Justin really was willing to submit himself to her, but was wondering if he could bring himself to do it. She directed him to stand in the middle of the room and place his hands behind his head, lacing his fingers together. Justin moved quickly to follow her orders, giving her a nervous little smile. Standing, Janice ordered Justin to stay in that position and not move a muscle until she returned.

Janice strode through the silent shop to the phone at the front desk. She could have made the calls from her office, but decided doing that would ruin the element of surprise for Justin. Hanging up after the second call, Janice let herself out of the locked shop and strode down the street to get herself a cup of cappuccino. Standing naked and alone in her office was good training for her potential toy, she decided. By the time Janice returned to the shop, the first of the people she had called had arrived.

Brian Jacobs was as openly and flamboyantly gay as it was possible to be. Skinny to the point of emaciation, his cropped hair was bleached white and spiked. Just a couple of years older than Justin, Brian worked as a piercer in a shop up the street from Janice’s. The two of them frequented many of the same leather parties and Janice knew the piercer would love putting Justin to the test. She also knew Brian had a special affinity for humiliation – his own, or the humiliation of others. As they waited for the second of the people Janice called, she explained to Brian the situation awaiting them inside. As she had expected, a devilish grin spread over Brian’s face. He wanted to know who else was coming, but Janice refused to say anything. She explained that she wanted to see his reaction – it would give her a better indication of how Justin would react. A few moments later, she got her answer.

Brian’s mouth dropped open and his eyes widened in shock as Carol Peters climbed out of her battered VW. Besides working with Justin in the shop, Carol was also a student at the university and shared some of the same classes with the young man. Brian hugged himself with glee at Janice’s plan – it was so deliciously humiliating. Smiling in satisfaction, Janice led the pair through the empty shop to her office and threw the door open.

The looks on Justin’s face were priceless. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw Brian and Carol standing in the doorway. His cheeks flushed bright red in humiliation as he gulped. His hands started to drop, but Janice’s sharp order to keep them in place made Justin lock his fingers tightly behind his head. His lip trembled as he blinked rapidly to keep the tears filling his eyes from flowing down his cheeks. As Janice had hoped, Justin’s erection shrank almost immediately.

“He’s so precious!” Carol exclaimed from the doorway.

Brian didn’t waste any time crossing the room and circling around Justin, examining him critically. “I always knew he was a cutie, but I never expected this.” Brian said, approvingly. “Such a nice tight muscular little body – not too pumped, just nicely defined.” Brian ran his index finger along Justin’s chest and down his belly. He stepped back and struck a pose, one finger tapping his lips. “Hmmm, what kind of training made this hot little body? Justin doesn’t strike me as the gym rat type, and he’s not quite as sleek as a swimmer. NO! He got his body in dance class!” Brain stepped back up to Justin, running his finger along the naked boy’s chin. “Did your mommy make you take dance lessons? Bet there were a lot of ballet classes, too – weren’t there?’

“Justin, Brian asked you a question.” Janice said, firmly.

“Did you take dance classes, little Justin?” Brian asked again.

“Yes.” Justin answered, softly as he blinked back the tears that were close to overflowing.

“Thought so. I can always spot a dance queen.” Brian said, smugly.

“What do you think, Carol?” Janice asked.

Carol joined Brian, running her hands over Justin’s chest, playing with his nipples. Finally, she turned to Janice, a broad grin on her face. “Does this mean you’re taking Justin as your slave, Janice? Can I watch over him on campus and make sure he behaves?” Hearing those words, Justin squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

“Well, that decision hasn’t been made yet.” Janice replied from across the room. “I wanted to test Justin to see if he’s up to the position. So far, I have to admit he’s been a good boy – most other candidates would have run out of here screaming by now. I think he needs some more testing – I just haven’t decided what that should be.”

“I know!” Carol cried out, gleefully. “I’ll bet he’s never kissed another boy before …” Justin’s eyes popped open in fright hearing those words. The truth was that he’d never had sex with anyone else before.

“Good thought, Carol.” Janice said. “Go ahead, Brian. Let’s see if you can teach Justin how to kiss properly while Carol and I watch.” Brian didn’t need any encouragement. He moved in and grabbed a handful of Justin’s long, pale hair to pull his head back. Pressing his mouth to Justin’s, Brian found the naked male’s mouth pressed tightly together. Pulling Justin even tighter to him, Brian started pushing his tongue against Justin’s lips, working his way past those tightly pressed lips. Before long, Justin surrendered and parted his lips letting Brian’s tongue invade his mouth. Brian held the kiss longer than he normally would have, exploring the inside of Justin’s mouth with his tongue. Breaking away from Justin at last, Brian looked down and pointed out that the naked young man was getting hard again.

Janice had noticed that, but more importantly she had noticed that Justin had kept his hands clasped behind his head. Carol suggested having Justin masturbate himself in front of everyone in a whisper to Janice. Janice whispered back that would never be allowed – Justin needed to learn to get his pleasure from giving pleasure to others. Instead, Janice told Carol to slip out of her shoes and ordered Justin to come over to them. Justin stood in front of the two women, tears slowly starting to overflow those puppy dog eyes.

“Get down on your hands and knees and lick Carol’s feet, Justin.” Janice ordered. Justin barely hesitated as he sank to his knees before bending over and obediently lapping at Carol’s bare feet. His long hair fell forward and tickled the tops of her feet as he licked away. Janice watched critically as Justin worked away, licking every inch of Carol’s feet. Finally, she told him he could stop and dismissed the other two from the room, stopping Carol long enough to whisper instructions to her. Justin remained on his knees, his head bowed in shame as the two walked past him. Leaning down, Janice urged Justin back to his feet and led him over to her desk where she sat, pulling the young man into her lap. She pulled him close to her and stroked his silky hair. For the first time, Justin broke down and started crying softly. She let him cry for a few minutes, comforting and soothing him.

“I warned you.” Janice finally said, cradling his face in her hands.

“I know.” Justin admitted, softly.

“What you went through here tonight was very mild.” Janice said. “You can expect much more intense experiences if you submit yourself to my ownership.” Justin stared into Janice’s face, his eyes round and nervous. “I mean it when I say that I will own you – because I will. I’ll own you totally to do with as I please, I want you to understand that.” Justin started to open his mouth to speak and Janice put her hand over his mouth, silencing him. “Don’t say anything tonight – I want you to go back to the campus and think about your decision. The day after tomorrow is Friday – take tomorrow off and think about whether you’re willing to give yourself to my ownership. Come back here at four on Friday if you decide being owned is what you want. But understand one thing, once I own you there is no turning back. You belong to me totally. Now, get dressed.” Justin slid out of her lap and started to gather up his clothes. When he picked up his white jockey shorts, Janice took them from his hands. “I don’t like these – and never want to find you wearing jockey shorts again.” Janice reached into her desk drawer, produced a large pair of shears and hacked the underpants to ribbons.

Justin dressed in silence and started to head for the door. As he placed his hand on the knob, he turned back to face Janice, a look of concern on his face.

“Don’t worry about Carol.” Janice laughed, guessing his concern. “You should have guessed that Carol is familiar with my hobbies. She won’t say anything on campus about what happened here tonight.” Justin nodded silently and left the shop. Ten minutes after Justin was gone, Carol and Brian were back in Janice’s office discussing the young man over a pizza Brian had brought back with him.

“So, you really think he’s going to come back and submit?” Brian asked, taking a bite out of his slice of pizza.

“I know he will.” Janice said simply. “No one forced him to stay here tonight, and he did. Even when you tried to suck his tonsils out, he stayed. He’ll be back on Friday, alright.” Janice reached out and helped herself to a slice of pizza. “And when I’m finished with him, he’ll stay because – well, just because he’ll be mine.”

“Yeah?” Brian was intrigued. “What are you going to do?”

“Carol, Spring Break starts on Friday, right?” Carol asked, ignoring Brian’s question for the moment.

“Yeah, it does.” Carol admitted. “Remember, both Justin and I are scheduled to work here full time during break.”

“You’re going to have to do without Justin over break, I think.” Janice said. “He’s going to need the time to recuperate.”

“Recuperate?” Carol was confused.

Brian dropped the slice of pizza he was picking up as he remembered something he had heard Janice say once. “No – you’re not going to …”

“Of course I am.” Janice said simply. “Justin is perfect – he’s small, slightly built, and more submissive than even he realizes.”

“What? What’s going on?” Carol asked in confusion.

“Janice is going to have Justin snipped.” Brian said, making a snipping gesture with his fingers.

“Snipped?”

“Yeah – snipped.” Brian said. He turned to Janice. “Just his balls or the whole deal?”

“I think the whole package.” Janice said, taking a bite out of her pizza. “He’s such a little doll – I think he should look like one, don’t you?”

“Oh my God!” Carol said, realizing what Brian and Janice were discussing.

“What’s the matter?” Janice asked. “You don’t think it’s a good idea?”

“I think it’s fantastic!” Carol gushed. “That is such a hot idea! You’re right – he is a little doll.” Carol fell silent for a moment. “When are you going to do it?”

“Why, want to watch?” Brian teased.

“Yes!” Carol cried in excitement. She couldn’t believe how excited the very idea was making her – she could feel herself tingle and the wetness between her legs.

“I think right away.” Janice said, reaching for another slice of pizza. “Friday night seems as good a time as any.”

To be continued ...