Dressed up in a baby pink mini dress, high heels, stockings, and anime-like make-up, I didn't even blink as I let him have his way with my lifeless body. It was my husband's 30th birthday, and he had always wanted me to pretend to be a doll - one who doesn't move or speak.
It was the night of his birthday, so I went all out with my outfit and make-up, opting for a Japanese anime make-up style. With big eyes lined with white eyeliner in the waterline, and big old fake lashes.
I donned a baby pink lipstick to match my dress, paired with matching blusher. I wore my hair in two plaits, my long locks tumbling down my breasts.
"Wow, you look like an actual doll," my husband commented as he entered the room.
Standing straight and motionless, I kept in character as I ignored him and didn't respond.
"Oh, so you are taking this very seriously, huh?" He asked, and again I stayed true to a doll.
Walking towards me, his eyes went up and down my body, lingering on my boobs. Without hesitation, he stepped one more step towards me and turned me around to unzip my dress.
Letting my dress hit the floor, he placed his hands over my breasts and began to fondle.
Placing his hands firmly on me, he bent me into different positions before deciding upon bending me over.
Bending me over the desk in his office, he undid his belt, pulled down his trousers and boxers, and rubbed his cock up and down as it got harder in his palm.
Spitting on his cock, my husband rubbed the tip of his penis around my vagina, before sliding it in.
Pounding me hard and fast, I'll confess I struggled to remain silent, but kept to my doll-like character.
He fucked me in every position, in every room of the house.
And to this day we still have all the make-up and outfits, but my hubby prefers to save dollifcation for special occasions.
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