Gorgeous rubber doll, Athie, exists for nothing more than my amusement — a glass holder at my feet while I read. But dolls are useless little things, and when she dares spill my drink? I make her pay. I grind her down into humiliating service, making her hump my foot like the pathetic fucktoy she is before tormenting her and bending her over my knee and sinking her for her failure. She exists to be broken, used, and punished — and I enjoy every second of it. The chemistry is undeniable in this one, you can see the seeds planted in real time
