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I couldn’t see, and couldn’t move. I was completely helpless and that sent a shiver down my spine. I hadn’t known her long, but I knew she liked leaving me this way- alone with my thoughts. How had I gotten here? Well, that I knew… but the question was how had this happened to me so quickly?
She walked into my life only a week ago. Rather, she walked into my office a week ago. I knew we were hiring an intern, but this was not what I had expected. This girl was practically a walking fantasy: her blouse clung to the soft curves of her breasts, her skirt slid up her thighs with each step. She smiled at me, and I just blankly stared, before recovering and taking a glance up and down her body and introducing myself. As I spoke, I couldn’t help but notice the stiffness of her nipples through her top, and the glimpse of her cleavage peeking out the unbuttoned portion of the blouse.
Out of the darkness, I heard a noise beside me. She was whispering in my ear again. “You’re doing so well, my Barbie doll. You’re going to be a good doll for me, and you can’t resist it.” It was then that the vibrator whirred to life between my thighs. I couldn’t help but let out a sudden moan, and heard the whisper again, now from the other side. “Good Barbie doll, the experiments are going so well!”
That’s how it had started. I was doing my research and she came up behind me stealthily. I heard a whisper, “I saw you looking.” My face reddened and I turned around suddenly, ready to deny everything. She was closer than I expected, and I found myself gazing into her eyes. “It’s okay… I wanted you to look. I like making people stare.” She grabbed my hips, looking back at me, and her eyes felt like they penetrated deep to my core. “Mmm, I knew it, you’re perfect for my experiments.” Before I could ask what she meant, she was off.
And so it began, without my knowledge. In fact, I had put it out of my mind until my phone rang that evening. The number on the caller ID was new to me, and I answered it slightly confused. “Hello?” “Hey Barbie, are you ready?” I tried to interrupt, tell her that she had the wrong number, but she only repeated herself. “Hey Barbie, are you ready for the experiments?” I rolled my eyes and gave a fake laugh to placate her. “Yeah, whatever, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I could hear a giggle, and heard her voice take on an extra sultry tone, “Barbie? I want you to wear your sexiest bra and panties tomorrow” and the phone clicked.
My mind was on overdrive. What the hell was that all about? Is she insane? I mean… that bitch! She didn’t think I was really going to dress up for her, did she? I mean, god, she looks like my dream girl, but that’s just insane! And what the hell is with that Barbie crap? That’s not even close to my name! She’s got to be nuts. I mean, seriously, I can’t work with this crazy girl. She’s hot, but clearly something’s wrong with her.
As per my usual self, the anger and shock at her actions had me dwelling on what had happened. I replayed the scenes over and over, feeling more indignant each time. Seriously? Wear your sexiest bra and panties? What the FUCK? I’ll show that crazy cunt she can’t just tell me what to do.
I don’t know why I had expected otherwise, but when I walked into my office she was waiting for me with a notepad. The pen moved furiously across the page, and I felt like I was being sized up, like a piece of meat. “So Barbie, it’s time for the results of the first experiment, did you wear your sexy bra and panties?” I smirked with a sense of confidence. “No, and you’ll never guess what I did inst---“ She waved her hand as if to interrupt me and I stopped, confused. “You’re not wearing underwear, are you Barbie?” She peered into my eyes, not even waiting for my response. “Good Barbie, I knew you were perfect for my experiments.” My face was bright red again as I looked at her. “And I bet my Barbie is all turned on, isn’t she?”
…What the fuck? What is she saying? I’m not turned on, this girl is nuts, I need to get away from her.
But before these thoughts turned to cohesive action, she was lifting my skirt up and snaking her hand underneath. “You’re going to be a perfect Barbie by the time my experiments are done. Look at you, you’re wet for me already! Good Barbie!”
I stammered out a response as my body started to betray me, “I. I. I. I can’t help it, it’s not my fault!” as she pressed her hand against my clit and started to trace around it in circles.
“That’s right, Barbie, you can’t help yourself. You can’t resist me. You love me, and you love being my Barbie. You’ll have no shame, you’ll have no modesty. You’ll be my perfect Barbie.”
She pressed her fingers against my lips and eased them inside of me. I didn’t know what was happening, but I was so horny from her teasing. I started to rock against her fingers as she pushed them in me and then slid them out. And then fingers fucked DEEP inside me. “You.” And out. “Are.” In. “Bar.” Out. “Bie.” I started to moan as she repeated herself over and over, closing my eyes to concentrate on the sensations. And then right as I was on the edge… everything stopped. I slowly opened my eyes and I was all alone in my office with my skirt hiked up. I looked around the room, and my eyes stopped as I noticed the handwritten message left on my desk. “You are Barbie. You belong to me now.”
The vibrator kept buzzing between my thighs. The sensation against my sensitive clit made it harder to concentrate, but I couldn’t help but rock against it. “Good Barbie doll. The feelings are getting so strong now, aren’t they? Good Barbie doll.” I felt my orgasm building, and then the vibrator turned off, just as suddenly as it came on.
I crumpled the piece of paper and started to toss it into the trash, before stopping myself. What if someone reads it? I can’t risk that. I put it into my purse, deciding to confront her about it later. Unfortunately, I still had a whole day of work to get through, so I went back into the lab. I forced myself through my work, but my mind was elsewhere. Seriously, what the fuck is going on here? Why didn’t I resist her? What is she doing to me? What’s this experiment crap? And why is she still calling me Barbie? And what does she mean I belong to her, that’s crazy! And most importantly, why can’t I get her voice out of my head? Why is “I am Barbie” still echoing in my mind?
Eventually the day ended and I was back to my apartment. The earlier events weren’t forgotten, but put aside for the time being. .. and then I opened my purse. “You are Barbie. You belong to me now.” I stared at it, the thoughts bubbling up to the surface. Except… I was interrupted by the doorbell. It was her. “I want you to leave,” I growled through the door. “No, Barbie wants to let me in.” I looked through the peephole again. God, she looks so hot. “Barbie, you know you can’t resist me.” I sighed, knowing how bad I wanted her, and opened the door. “Good Barbie. You’re learning fast. It’s time for the second experiment.” I sat down on the couch, frustrated. “What’s with this experiment bullshit?” She didn’t answer, only glared. I knew I had made a mistake, and felt my cheeks getting red. “I’m sorry, it’s just… you’re confusing me.” The only response I got was “Good Barbie, you can just obey me then.” I stared blankly at her, and she continued. “Obeying me is pleasure, and pleasure is obeying me.” Her hand slid under my skirt again and she grinded her palm against my mound. “Good Barbie. Now, you see why it’s better to obey, don’t you?” Tired of the games, I just nodded my head. “Good Barbie. You’re turning into my perfect Barbie doll.”
The vibrator came back to life between my thighs. I shuddered again, needy for release. It had only been a short time that I’d known her, but I hadn’t had an orgasm since. She liked leaving me on the edge. It made me weaker, more obedient, and more her Barbie, she said. All I knew is that I needed an orgasm so badly.
It continued similarly for most of the week. I was still attempting to resist, mostly, but she was intent on teasing me and driving me crazy. On Thursday night, she told me to wear something pink the next day, and I couldn’t fight her anymore. On Friday I wore a pink skirt with my outfit, but I hadn’t seen her yet. Before lunch, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. “Hey Barbie!” I turned my head. She had been calling me Barbie so often that I couldn’t help but respond to it. She smiled, “Good Barbie doll. I love your outfit today, but it’s missing something.” She grabbed my chin, holding me still, and painted my lips a shiny, wet pink. “There, perfect.” She told me to go to her place after work, and didn’t wait for a response. She didn’t have to. We both knew I’d be there.
When I got there, she told me there was only one more experiment left. She wanted to tie me up. I started to protest, but she stopped me. “You know you want to, my Barbie doll.” I reluctantly obeyed. Scarves were tied around my wrists, and then to the bedposts. I tugged on them, but I wasn’t going to be able to get free. My legs were soon tied as well. I nervously tried to kick free, to no avail. And then she put the blindfold on. I couldn’t see, and couldn’t move. I was completely helpless and that sent a shiver down my spine.
The vibrator was still buzzing away. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Please! Please! Let me cum, please! I’m your Barbie doll, please!” She only smirked. “I knew that as soon as I met you.” And then I felt her pussy pressed against my face. She was grinding against me, and I instinctively began to lick. I ran my tongue against her lips, and she grinded down harder. I parted her lips with my tongue and wiggled it inside her, running it along the walls of her pussy. She began to fuck the vibrator in and out of my exposed pussy as I licked. I struggled against my bonds, trying to hump against the toy, and began to fuck my tongue in and out of her- slowly at first, but faster with each lick. God, I was so close, I couldn’t focus on anything but my growing need. She sensed my orgasm coming and climbed off my face. “And the final experiment… “What is your name?” I responded the only way I could, and she smiled and let me cum as my words rang through my weakened mind. “I am Barbie. I belong to you now.”
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