Fetishdoll - Paula's Story

"I don't care what you say, I need to call her" I moaned.
"You don't have a life there anymore, your life is here. What the fuck do you even want to go back for?" Desire scolded.
A part of me knew that Desire was right. Why did I want to go back home? It had been months and instead of saving money, it was slipping through my fingers. Dominique had me buying more and more outfits, shoes, jewelry, and whatever else would elaborate her fantasy Paula, her "Fetishdoll". Not that I was really complaining. Ever since I met Dominique she had found ways to transform me, from little girl to goth chick to church girl to total slut. Whatever she thought would make money and get her kicks and all of it was making me more money than I could even dream of making.
Dominique had another side as well, she was quickly bored. She couldn't sit through a movie without getting up and calling someone or walking out the door, sometimes not returning until the next day. Sometimes in the middle of a conversation she would simply walk away and start doing something else. I found it impossible to ever know where she was or what she was doing and people close to her seemed to have learned long ago not to try.
Trist was flipping channels and completely fucked out of his mind. Trist was what we called him, but his real name was Tristan and he was Dominique's brother. I don't know if Dominique was her real name and if Tristan was his or if their names, like so much of their lives were simply a stage show to add to the show Dominique was always creating.
Flip...a talk show...flip...a sitcom...flip...music video.
I turned back to Desire and the shrooms we had eaten earlier were starting to take effect. Desire tried to kiss me but I pulled away, terrified of the bright red lips that seemed to be moving on her face.
"SHIT!" I yelled.
"What?!" Desire yelled in shocked reply.
"I have to call Tina."
I found the phone and attempted to dial the number. I couldn't do it, I couldn't remember the number! I was in a total panic! I needed to call Tina! This was so not a good way to start a trip.
Fast forward.
Dominique was standing with me on the porch and there was a slight drizzle in the air, just enough to make it seem like the air was alive. I completely freaked and moved back into the house.
Rewind.
I was trying to call Tina. Was this the same time or a different time?
Switch.
I was laughing with some guy that I didn't know and he had his hand on my knee. I could tell by the way he was talking that he wasn't fucked up. He was straight and he was trying to get laid...with me! I looked around in the moments when the drug wasn't kicking and couldn't find anyone. I turned to the guy that was moving his hand closer to my crotch and asked, "Where is Desire?"
"Who?"
Transport.
I'm at a club and there is a band playing. I'm not sure but I think it's the Ramones or some band that really wants to sound like the Ramones, but I would fucking bet money that it's the Ramones. Trist is standing beside me and takes my hand and leads me outside the door. I think he asks me if I want to split and I think I say yes. I can't be sure.

Tristan. Tristan is everything that Dominique isn't but yet they are so alike it is scary. He is beautiful in a way that only someone with French, Italian and whatever else in their blood can be. He is tall, muscular and soft spoken. Where Dominique sounds like a gay man sometimes, Tristan is calm, cool and with a deep voice that leaves most women swooning over him. Tristan also comes across as a guy that is always looking out for people, for his sister, for me, for Desire, and never seems to be thinking about himself. Or maybe he thinks it's his job to look out for us? After all, he doesn't really work a job, he just makes sure we are all ok. My god, he is kinda like a pimp! This makes me start to laugh.
"What are you laughing about?" He asks as we drive back to the house.
"Nothing, god what happened tonight?" My head is hurting and my stomach is upset and I feel the high wearing off finally. I honestly have no idea why I ate those fucking nasty things anyway. They taste like shit and look like shit and now I feel like shit.
"You mean besides the 6 guys you blew in the parking lot and the 12 more you banged in the back of the club?"
I looked at him like, are you serious, but saw by his face that he was just fucking with me. He laughed a little and suddenly I felt really small beside him.
"No, I've been watching you all night but it has been a bit like chasing around after a fucking squirrel! No more making fun of Dom for being the scatter brain."

That's another thing. The relationship between Dominique and Tristan. It's vague, it's suspicious and yet always just clean enough that you can't tell what is going on. They sleep in the same room most of the time. That alone would make most people wonder but always the door is closed at night and one always gets up before the other one and closes the door again. They kiss on the lips quite a bit but then Dominique kisses everyone on the lips. Dominique is always walking around the house naked and Trist is always grabbing her ass. There are times you would think they were an old married couple if you didn't know they were brother and sister.

"What happened to Dominique?" I asked.
"What always happens to Dom?" He answered, not expecting an answer. "She'll be back in the morning or late tonight or whenever the party ends. Whatever catches her interest for that moment."
"Doesn't it drive you crazy?" I asked stupidly.
"No, it never has. It's just always the way she has been. I just let Dominique do what she wants because as you know, she is going to anyway."
I moaned in reply and slumped down in the seat. It was a fairly short drive from the club back to the house but it seemed to be taking forever. My mind wandered back to Tina and the call I was never able to make. Right then I decided that I was going to make it back home. I didn't care what it took and how pissed Dominique got. I wanted to see Tina again, I wanted to be home again. Then I fell asleep.

I awoke in Dominique and Tristan's bed. I had started staying at their place but I had never slept in their bed. It smelled wonderful and was so soft. As usual, only the finest of beds would do for Dominique. My head still hurt but I no longer felt like someone had taken my stomach out and replaced it inside out. The light spilling over into the room from the expensive curtains bounced colors off the brightly colored vibrators that decorated the bedside table. It was like a candy assortment of rubber cocks. Then suddenly I felt the bed move. I was facing the wall, the only thing I could see was the bedside table, the window and the purple paint. Slowly I turned my head to see who was next to me but knowing full well who it would be. Across the large bed, facing the other way was Tristan. I was nude, Tristan was nude. But this was Trist, he wasn't like that. Plus I had seen Tristan's cock, it was pretty big. I don't think he and I would have had sex and I not have awakened. But, why would I be in the bed?

The front door opened and closed. Shit! There was only one person it could be. I mean people came to the house all the time but no one other than Dominique would just come in without knocking. I didn't know what to do! But it was her brother, it wasn't like they were married. Plus I had sex with Dominique all the time, well, for money. Ok, ok, I just had to calm down. I had to just stay calm. I fought the urge to climb under the bed and hide.
The door to the bedroom opened and Dominique quietly walked across the room to the bathroom. As she got half way across the room she turned to look at me and saw I was awake and looking at her.
"Good morning cutey." She whispered. "Want to have breakfast with me?"
I started to breath again, not realizing that I had been holding my breath all this time.
"Sure." I whispered in reply.
"Then come on." She waved me out of bed and kissed me on the lips as I made my way toward the door out of the room.
"Eww, morning breath." She waved her hand in front of her face and smiled.

Soon we were having breakfast and Dominique was talking about a new outfit she wanted me to buy. She told me that she wanted me go with her to this new club for rich guys. It was member only and I needed to buy something that would make me look like the skinny corporate bitches that these guys lust after all day at work.
"Dominique, I really want to go see my friend Tina for a while." I blurted out.
"When?" She asked.
"Like, as soon as I can. I mean, I saved some money and I can probably get a plane ticket pretty cheap this time of year. I guess."
"My little baby, of course. You do what you have to do." And with this she was up and off. No further talk, no goodbye. She walked out the door and off to whereever it is that she goes during the day.
Soon after, while I sat sipping at a cup of tea, Trist came into the kitchen wearing only shorts and stretching. He yawned loudly and asked if that was Dominique? I told him it was and he nodded then poured a bowl of Lucky Charms.
"So, I thought that Dominique was going to be pissed with me sleeping in her bed." I stated, baiting him.
"Oh I called her cell last night and told her I was going to let you sleep in our bed. You were pretty fucked up and I thought that you might like sleeping on something besides that old futon in the spare room."
"Oh, that makes sense. But how, I mean not that mind, but..."
"How did I end up in bed with you? Well you don't expect me to sleep on the fucking futon do you?"
"No, I guess not."
"Don't worry, if I was going to fuck you, I would want you awake and ready to enjoy it."
"Oh really?" I smiled and raised an eyebrow.
He smiled in return and took a bite of cereal.
"So why haven't you ever tried to fuck me?" I couldn't believe I was asking him this.
"Because you are Dominique's and until she says anyone can play with you, trust me, no one is going to touch you."
I thought about it for a moment and he was right. In the past few months I had been with no one but Dominique. Desire had been around plenty of times but even she had made no moves to have sex with me or do anything. I had just put it down to loss of interest but now I wondered.
"So what? I'm like Dominique's property now?" I tried to sound angry but I was a little bit proud.
"Yes." and that was that. It was like everyone but me had known this all this time. Somehow I was Dominique's slave girl and didn't even know it. So what was she thinking right now? Was she going to let me go home and see Tina?
"I told Dominique that I was going to go home and see Tina."
"You told or you asked?" Trist looked worried.
"I told, but...I didn't know that I was her's...I mean I just..."
"When she gets back, tell her you are sorry and ask her for permission. She'll be cool about it. But if you break from being her's then you break it forever. She is way too fickle to be giving you a second chance. Trust me."
I was suddenly torn. I didn't really want to be someone's property and the idea of having to ask her permission was making me pissed. But at the same time, Dominique was everything to me now. I mean she was my income, she was my girlfriend, my lover, my life. She took me shopping, she had me looking the best I had ever looked, she had introduced me to people I would have never met. I was going to parties with people who were well beyond college students. I was meeting people who were famous, rich, powerful and all because of Dominique. I didn't want it to end. So I stressed all day until she came home. As soon as she walked in the door I ran up to her and threw my arms around her tiny little waist.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I...I didn't know."
"What are you talking about?" She laughed.
"I didn't know you...that I was yours."
She placed her hand under my chin and tilted my face to look in her eyes. I could hardly see for the tears that were flowing down my cheeks.
"Well now you do. So don't fucking make me punish you. If you want to go see your friend Tina, then you better ask me. You better fucking deserve it."
I had never seen Dominique angry and it scared me. It was like everything in the world stopped and she was terrifying and beautiful and I was crying harder now.
"May I go see my friend Tina?" I asked. I loved Dominique but I couldn't find it in my heart to keep from seeing Tina.
Dominique walked away from me and put down her purse and then went in the kitchen and took out a bottle of water. She opened the water and turned and looked me over with a sour look on her face.
"There is only one condition and you better think hard on this."
"Anything."
She took a drink from the bottle and then smiled.
"You have to give yourself to me. I want to own you completely. You will do whatever I ask whenever I ask and you will never lie to me or cheat on me or do anything without asking me. You will be my slave, my little fetishdoll and I will fucking rule you."
"Yes, anything." I was so pathetic. I couldn't believe that she had this control over me. Desire had wanted this but I spat in her face and now Dominique was asking me to be her's and I couldn't think of anything else. I couldn't imagine being without her.
"Ok, then follow me."
Dominique took me into the bedroom and made me kneel down on the floor. She took out a collar and placed it around my neck. She then pulled a chain from under the bed and hooked it to the collar. Then she ripped off the little tshirt I had put on to eat breakfast in.
"You are to stay here naked until I come back. Tristan will bring you food later on but you aren't to leave this room and by no means are you to put on clothes. The chain is just long enough for you to get to the bathroom but you'll have to use the litter box because it won't reach to the toilet. Once I think you deserve to be treated like anything but a little pussy, I'll unchain you. You better start acting like you know who owns you if you want to see your little Tina again."
Then she walked out of the room. Instantly I had to pee. I looked to the litterbox just inside the door and tried to hold it. But now I was thinking about it, I knew I would have to go. I started to crawl to the box.

Tristan brought me some food but it was all put together in the cat's bowl. They had at least cleaned the bowl but still I gagged when I ate it. Tristan didn't speak to me either and all this because I didn't know that I was her's? It seemed a little harsh to me. But I thought maybe this is just another of Dominique's games and she would get bored soon. Things would go back to the way they were.
Dominique came home and she asked how her little pussy was doing. I wanted to make her happy so I purred like a good little kitty. She pulled up a little blanket and put it next to the bed and told me I was to sleep there that night. I slept on the floor and only woke once to hear a faint little wimper. I didn't dare look to see what was going on. I just laid naked on the blanket, trying to stay warm and get used to the collar around my neck.

My theory had been partly right. Dominique was just playing another game and soon she was bored of making me her little kitty. But she wasn't playing about me being her slave. If I even showed the slightest hint that I wasn't going to do anything she told me to do, she had the collar back on me and all my clothes off and made me do something degrading. Once I told her I didn't want to eat burgers because I didn't eat meat and she made me strip naked and go through the drive through and order burgers. I can't drive so I had to sit in the passenger seat but the guys could still see me. Dominique always told everone I was her little sister. This time she told the guys at the burger place that her little sister hates wearing clothes and sometimes she can't get me to keep them on. Soon 4 guys were pushing each other out of the way to get us our order.
I ate the burger.
The good thing was that I got to sleep with her and her brother in their bed now. It was wonderful! I hadn't slept in a bed that comfortable in years! Maybe ever! And every night Dominique and Tristan would curl up to me and hold me all night. Tristan almost always had an erection but he wasn't allowed to fuck me. Instead he would curl up to me when I was facing Dominique and they would kiss while he pushed his cock between my ass cheeks. He would do this sometimes until I was a little raw back there. But he never came, and I realized that Dominique owned him as well. I started to wonder if they were even brother and sister? But they looked so much alike! But now I was her little sister as well so maybe she was just playing another game? I didn't dare ask.