Snow Globe
mc; Fg; Fdom; Mdom; mast; inc; nosex
It was three days to Christmas. The lights were on the tree, the small cabin's windows were frosted, and the presents were already heaped under the tree.
Katie sat on the floor, moping. Her parents had thought dragging her out here for a nice Christmas to “Reconnect with her parents” was a good idea. The five year old wasn't particularly fond of the idea. She shifted around, not bothering to stand up. The wood floor hurt her behind, but she really didn't give a damn.
She let out another melodramatic sigh and slouched against the wall. Her mother came in from the other room. “Are you still moping?” Katie didn't reply, and was obviously doing everything in her power not to scowl at her mom.
Her mom only laughed, walking over to a closet. She opened it, dug around, and emerged a second later with a dusty old snow globe. “Here,” she said, handing it to Katie. “Your grandpa gave this to keep me occupied.” An odd little smile tugged at the corner of her mother's mouth. “Always did. I'd just sit and stare at it for hours.”
Her mom straightened up, and walked out of the room with an almost airy step. Katie watched her mom go, more than a little weirded out by how her mom was acting all of a sudden. Finally, she sat down and rubbed the dust off the snow globe. It wasn't that bad; but looked a little simple. Just a fairy in a Christmas outfit. She shook it, stirring the snow into motion. It twirled, danced in the liquid, shimmered and flickered.
Katie smiled, shaking it again. Again the snow danced. Now it seemed even the fairy was dancing for her, a slow dance. Katie leaned closer and shook the globe again. The fairy danced for her, smiled at her, made her feel good. The snow swirled like her thoughts, leaving her blissfully empty. In between the whirling storm in her head, the fairy whispered. The fairy sounded like her mom. It told her how she needed to obey, to be a good girl, what her new life was.
Without thinking, she accepted it. It made her wet, so wet. At first, she thought she'd peed herself, but the fairy told her she was horny, aroused like a good girl. The fairy pulled her panties taut against her body. Katie bucked hard, gasping for air. The world slowed to a crawl, and Katie howled in pleasure before sagging back down. She chanted one word, over and over.
“Obey.”
The world went dark.
Katie blinked.
She was in bed, but didn't remember going to bed. Her panties were firmly tugged up into her cunny. She didn't remember doing that. Didn't remember why she wore them; they just made it harder to access her cunny.
She pulled on clothes, blissfully ignoring underwear. She pulled up her tights, groaning as the fabric pressed tight between her legs. It felt right to obey and be naughty like that. She tromped into the living room and snatched the snow globe up. She shook it frantically, eager to scatter her thoughts and hear the fairy again.
The snow shook and shimmered. Her thoughts swirled away, and Katie listened. The fairy spoke. Katie heard herself speaking what the fairy said.
“I'm daddy's toy.”
“My purpose is to please Daddy.”
“I am daddy's thing.”
“Daddy owns me.”
One hand held the globe, shaking it every time the snow settled. The other was frantically rubbing between her legs. The words she'd been chanting sank into mindless gibberish and half-moaned worship of her dad. Her legs fell open, face slackened. She rubbed and rubbed, but couldn't cum. Her mind was going numb, unable to think of anything but the truths the fairy whispered.
Her hand was gone, suddenly, pushed back up to help hold the snow globe. Someone was pulling down her tights, stripping away the sole piece of clothing she'd worn today. Someone was rubbing her body, making her feel even better than her empty mind felt.
“Just a fuckdoll like mommy,” came the whisper. “Just like mommy.”
Mommy, yes, mommy was rubbing her, making her cunny even wetter. Mommy was whispering to her, making her an even better fuckdoll for daddy. Mom stood her up after a long moment of rubbing her body and took her back to the bedroom.
Mommy was naked. She really was a fuckdoll, Katie thought with all the speed of molasses. They were both Daddy's fuckdolls! That made her happy.
“You obey daddy,” Mommy said, shaking the snow globe for them. “But you practice with mommy!”
Katie's mind was gone. All she had was brief flashes, partial memories of mommy whispering to her, of them rubbing their cunnies together until they were both screaming. Of the proper clothing fuckdolls wore. Eating. Watching the snow globe. Learning. Mommy's statement of “Knees apart, ankles together, mouth in an O. Obey.”
Of the harness and collar she wore now, a match to Mommy's own. They were Christmas themed, tight red silk panties with a red velvet strap running to a furry white collar at both female's throats. They sat, ankles together, knees apart, mouths open in an O, and eyes glazed. They were beneath the tree, waiting for their owner to arrive.
The door opened, and Katie's heart leapt as her owner, her Daddy, came in. He smiled at his perfect Christmas presents, and closed the door behind him.
