Suddenly, my mind started to fog. Thinking was hard, but it always was. I never needed to think much to please my owner.
“That was amazing, you were very wonderful. Would you like to use me again, Owner?” I asked, as I always did.
“I’m sorry, what?” My owner questioned aloud. He sounded angry, which was bad. My owner was supposed to be pleased.
“Oh, owner, I’m sorry! Did I upset you? Let me make up for by giving you a hand-job or a blow-job, please!” My owner was upset, and I was supposed to please him as I always have done. I spread my legs underneath me, and leaned back.
“Owner? Emma, it’s me, James!”
"Yes, you're my Owner, James." I reminded him.
"Oh, I get it. You want to do some role-playing?" His concern faded.
"If you want me to role-play, I will, Owner. What do you want me to be?" I perked up, eager to please him more.
"What? I thought you wanted to role-play?" Owner asked, confused.
"No, all that I want is to please you owner. That's what my purpose is, as your love doll," I reminded him, giggling, "You're so silly sometimes, Owner."
"Hold on a second, Emma..." James commanded me. I stayed where I was, doing what he wanted. I watched him reach into a bag, and pull out my instructions pamphlet. He read it over, and looked up at me, his concern fading.
"Is everything okay, Owner?"I asked him, wondering if I would need to please him again to help him calm down. He shook his head.
"No, it's okay, Emma. I know what's going on now, it's all fine," James told me. I smiled again, now that he was okay, "Do you want some new clothes? Do you wanna come with me to pick them out?"
"Ooh! Yes, yes I do! I want something sexy!" I loved going clothes-shopping with my Owner. I followed him out the door, and into the car. I didn't worry about being seen. In fact, I loved seeing people stare at me. It makes me feel sexy.
We finally arrived at what I assumed was the clothes store. I couldn't read. I didn't need to, my Owner did that for me. I knew what the letters meant on clothes, though. My Owner sat me down in a booth in the store, and went over to the man at the register. They talk for a bit, before my Owner left, probably to do some shopping of his own, and the man at the register came over to me.