Chapter 10
It was a clear Tuesday morning as Matt woke up. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he turned to his left and looked at Amber lying beside him. “Good morning, Amber,” he said lovingly. ”I hope you had a good night.” Amber didn’t respond as she could not see, hear, or speak. Even though her mouth and her eyes were wide open, she had been asleep. She woke up with a touch over her gigantic round basketball sized breasts and a kiss on the cheek. Unable to move or even flinch, all she could do was lay there in silence and darkness as this man fondled her.
She had no idea who this man was. Although she didn’t know what he looked like, she could get a sense of his body type. He was a tall man, relatively fit. She guessed around 180 pounds. She figured this out when he would pick her up and carry her around the house and when he was on top of her. He was well endowed and had big hands. She also knew he also kept himself clean shaven most of the time because she could feel his facial hair rub on her cheeks when he would kiss her.
He was a gentle man. Even though she had been turned into a sex doll for him, he seemed to treat her well. Sometimes he would have rough sex with her but usually it felt like normal love making. He would gently kiss her cheek and cover her up with a blanket beside him and go to sleep. Although she had no sense of time, she came to realize when it was morning and today was typical.
Matt laid there for a bit then got out of bed to use the bathroom. When he returned to the bedroom, he pulled back the blanket covering Amber and spread her legs. He inserted two plugs into her orifices. Within seconds, Matt could hear liquid flowing through the plugs and attached tubes to a small sealed box on the floor. Whenever Amber felt those plugs being inserted, that was her cue to relieve herself.
Matt went downstairs for some breakfast. Sitting there in the breakfast nook, he was wishing he had someone to talk to. Someone who he could interact with. As he ate, he turned on his laptop. Because Matt was already a customer of Premium Playthings, he was given special access to their website whenever he wanted. He was thinking about getting a housekeeper or a dog.
As he browsed the site, he was thinking he might get another premium plaything so he looked on the products page. As he browsed, he was reminded of the number of products they made. He knew about the sex dolls of course. The last time he was at Premium Playthings, the owner, Gunner Beck, had showed him around. He saw some wall art and pedestal art. There was a lot more on the site than he expected. Dolls, puppies, ponies, cows, maids, robots, and various types of art. Some were large pieces and some were small. Some were male but most of them were female. Gunner and his team could will into reality anything the customer could dream up.
Matt was a bit overwhelmed at the choices he found so he decided to walk away for a while. He went back upstairs to his master bedroom to play with Amber. As he was feeling a little frustrated, he didn’t want to make love but rather a simple sexual release. He leaned over the bed and removed the plugs from Amber. After he took off his pants, he climbed on her and quickly put his cock in her pussy. With no foreplay, he cupped his hands over her massive round tits and pounded her as the bed creaked and banged against the wall.
He was relentless for at least ten minutes. For Amber, it felt like thirty minutes. As he kept thrusting, he was looking at Amber’s face, her expression never changed, face up, mouth wide open, and unblinking eyes staring at the ceiling. It was as if he wasn’t doing anything at all to her by the look on her face.
Seconds before his explosion, he pulled out and put his dick in her mouth. Holding the back of her head, he shot a load in her throat. Amber finished the job by swallowing all his cum.
He rolled off her and laid there for a minute to catch his breath. “Sorry about that, Amber.” He spoke. “I just needed a good hard fuck.” He looked at Amber; still no reaction from her.
Later that day, as he was sitting on the sofa watching a baseball game, his mind wandered. He thought about how nice it would be to have someone that would respond to him when he spoke. It was at that point that he made his final decision. It was time to get a dog. At least it would come when he called it and he could play with it.
The next day, after thinking about it, he called Gunner. They spoke at length about his options. Matt said that he really didn’t have any particular person in mind.
“That’s Ok.” Said Gunner. “We currently have eight donors in stock at the moment. They can be seen on the ‘Inventory’ page of our website.”
Matt followed Gunner’s instructions and logged on to the Premium Playthings website and quickly navigated to the ‘Inventory’ page. There, he was greeted by eleven square pictures. Eight females, two men, and one trans.
“I see you have not listed their names. Why is that?” asked Matt.
“Well,” Gunner replied, “their names are irrelevant as they are going to be simple objects. Also, in some cases, they will not be able to hear or respond anyway. Also, their names are an indication of their previous lives which does not exist anymore. Another way to look at it is that most owners want a clean slate and name them themselves.”
“Ok. That makes sense,” Matt replied.
“If you click on a picture; you will see more photos and a few stats,” Gunner suggested.
“You said you had eight available but I see eleven people.” Matt asked inquisitively.
Gunner responded: “Oh. That’s right. I am assuming you are not interested in the males or the tranny, and number 52, the Chinese girl was sold yesterday so there are only seven. I’m sorry. We haven’t updated the site yet.”
What will she be?” Asked Matt.
“Actually, another house pet for a nice woman in London.”
Matt clicked on each photo carefully examining them and imagining each of them crawling around his house and him talking to them. Number 48 looked good. She was blonde, 5 foot 5, and 114 pounds.
“Number 58 is pretty but looks to be a bit plump,” Matt said.
“Yes,” Gunner answered. “Some men like that. However, we can alter them to any size or shape you would like. About a year ago, a man ordered a sex doll that was oversized. The female who was the donor was a 5’7” redhead that weighed only 97 pounds. She was skinny as a rail. At his request, we turned her into something that looked to be at least 350 pounds. I mean, she was massive. In reality, when we were done, she only weighed 120 pounds.”
“Wow. That’s remarkable,” Matt said, getting back to the web page.
Each piece of inventory had around 20 photos from every angle, including close-up shots along with their stats. Each item was assigned a number. Numbers 48, 50, 52, 53, 55, 57, 58, and 60. There was 1 Canadian, 6 Americans, and 1 Chinese, 6 Caucasians, 1 Black, and 1 Asian. There was also a nice assortment of blondes, and brunettes. And they were all between 18 and 23.
After looking over all his choices several times, he settled on ‘57’.
Number 57,
Gender: female,
Age: 19,
Race: Caucasian,
Nationality: American,
Hair: long dark brown
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 96 lbs.
Measurements: 33B-24-32
“Do you see something you like?” Gunner asked.
“Yeah. I like number 57.” He spoke. “What can you tell me about her?”
“That one arrived about three months ago from North Carolina.” Gunner said.
“Was she hard to capture?” Matt asked.
“We usually have challenges in acquiring all of them. It takes quite a bit of time and effort. This one was different however.” Gunner said.
“Why was that?” asked Matt.
“She called us,” Gunner continued. “She is into the bondage lifestyle and wanted to be a premium plaything so we went to North Carolina and picked her up.”
“Wow! That’s unusual,” Matt said, surprised.
“Yes. It is. But it does happen occasionally.”
“What is her name?”
“57.” Said Gunner “She was the 57th piece of inventory to enter our warehouse. We don’t provide their real names. Since you are paying for this product, we feel that new owner should have the privilege of naming it. Besides, once they belong to Premium Playthings, their old life ceases to exist. That includes their name.”
“Oh, that makes sense. I’ll take her,” Matt said decisively. “How much do you want for her?”
Gunner started thinking out loud. “A product like that would normally be 265 but since we already have her in stock, I think 250 would be good. However, you are a returning client so I will knock ten percent off. How does $225,000 sound?”
“Sounds good.” Matt said. “How much time will it take for the conversion?”
Gunner replied, “It should take around four months since there will be extensive training. We will start working on her first thing tomorrow morning. I will let you know two weeks before completion to set up a delivery date.”
“Great. I look forward to hearing from you. Bye now.”
“Ok. Thank you.”
Matt hung up the phone and went back to the Premium Playthings web site to complete the order form. He took over an hour going over every option to make sure he was getting the best product possible. After he logged off, he wired the substantial sum to their off-shore bank account.
He knew it was far too early to think about this, but he walked around the house to find a suitable place for her dog bed. For weeks, he couldn’t stop thinking about his new puppy. Walking it around the yard, feeding it, (What food and treats does someone give a human puppy?) playing with it, and fucking it.
Now he needs to think of a name for it.