Even Dolls Can Be Blue
Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2025 1:26 am
Mila had just finished a rather quick match, her enthusiasm was gone as she pushed past the curtains, a scowl on her face as her aide, Claire, quickly approached from behind. Despite their efforts to only pit their master against her chosen opponents, the contract dictates she would have to fight the “undesirables” no matter how she felt on the matter. Mila was prepared to prolong their exchange but within the first minute of contact, the Doll had decided to end things quickly. She found no joy in it, nothing worthy enough to warrant a millisecond of her attention. The poor thing had to endure a full minute of back breaking submissions before swiftly tapping out to the Doll’s cruel techniques. She huffs as Claire reaches over to pat their face free of sweat. Mila quickly grabbed hold of their wrist and twisted it to force Claire in front. Her aide was obvious to her masters anger and disappointment as she tightened their hold. ”M-My lady, please wait!” She quietly exclaimed. She knew drawing attention to them by screaming or getting loud would only make it worse when they were home but she had urgent information, information she was certain would put them in a better mood.
Mila leans closer, her thumb pressing into the joint as her sinister smile beams. ”What? Are you going to beg for mercy because I hate to be the bearer of bad news but that’s not going to happen.” She coldly replied all the while keeping her smiling demeanor. She had so much malicious energy stored up and nothing to release any of it on, it might as well be here. Her thumb digs deeper, causing the aide to wince but she didn’t fight back, aware what that could bring on top of her masters unamusement: a challenge.
”It’s- it’s Mrs. Yśe!” Claire quickly blurred out. ”Mrs.Alienor Yśe, she’s formally invited you to her estate for a proposition.” Claire adds. A switch flips within Mila, her smile tugged on her cheeks as her thumb pulled it’s vile stamp from their joint, still she didn’t outright let go. ”Do you mean it, Claire? The ones on my list, that Yśe?” She asked, a hint of excitement spiked her voice as her aide quickly nodded. ”Yes, mistress. The very same. She approached near the end of your match. She stated that she’d be waiting for you at her home and would like for you to arrive in the morning.” Mila allowed Claire the freedom she so desperately craved as she fully released their hand from her grip. The Doll’s hands clasped together as she eyes her aide with her wine pools. ”I’m so happy to hear that, Claire. Perhaps if this goes well, I’ll postpone your punishment.” The very thought of earning her mistress’ ire should their meeting go sour left Claire begging for a miracle. She rubs her aching wrist as she leads Mila to the locker room to help her change.
Claire went in first, holding open the door as the doll strolled in, practically skipping as her wine gaze gleamed with the excitement of procuring a new doll. Claire urged her to be patient as she began to help them undress. The Doll herself, sways happily on the bench as her boots are swiftly yet elegantly removed. She was quickly changed into a rather frilly pink dress, adorned with overlapping frills as she skips down the hall to the car, all the while pondering what this prospect could be. Perhaps she wishes to challenge her, perhaps she has a new toy lined up for her, oh how she loved surprises.
The next Morning
Sebastian pulled the car around to the gate of the Yśe family home, Mila in the back seat had been kicking the air, hints of her excitement oozed as her vile thoughts took over. Claire was seated next to her, pampering her face with blush as she aimed to look decent for her visit. A light purple bag, adorned with unnecessary cute stitching was filled with essentials; sat on the other side of Claire, who was prepared for most emergencies given her Masters whim. ”We have arrived, my lady. Please enjoy your visit and call for me when you are ready. I will arrive swiftly to take you home.” He assures as the door opened to release the gremlin into the wild. ”If it goes well, it’ll be a long visit, but, I’ll have Claire on standby. Would you mind stopping by that Bakery shop too? I’d like to have something sweet on the way home.” She declares, her ever present sweet tooth making itself known. “But of course, My lady.” he replies.
Mila grins as Claire and herself scoot from the backseat, her bag slinked over her aides shoulder. The Doll’s usually brisk walk was replaced by a rather swift moving machine as she hurriedly crossed the well kept lawn to the front door. Claire was quick to keep up, knowing full well that any slip up could earn her punishment later or in front of the Yśe’s depending on her Masters mood. Her aide steps up pressing the doorbell to alert them to her presence, Mila stood behind, bouncing off the balls of her feet as she leaned forward then rocked back. Her body practically itching for confrontation as
Mila leans closer, her thumb pressing into the joint as her sinister smile beams. ”What? Are you going to beg for mercy because I hate to be the bearer of bad news but that’s not going to happen.” She coldly replied all the while keeping her smiling demeanor. She had so much malicious energy stored up and nothing to release any of it on, it might as well be here. Her thumb digs deeper, causing the aide to wince but she didn’t fight back, aware what that could bring on top of her masters unamusement: a challenge.
”It’s- it’s Mrs. Yśe!” Claire quickly blurred out. ”Mrs.Alienor Yśe, she’s formally invited you to her estate for a proposition.” Claire adds. A switch flips within Mila, her smile tugged on her cheeks as her thumb pulled it’s vile stamp from their joint, still she didn’t outright let go. ”Do you mean it, Claire? The ones on my list, that Yśe?” She asked, a hint of excitement spiked her voice as her aide quickly nodded. ”Yes, mistress. The very same. She approached near the end of your match. She stated that she’d be waiting for you at her home and would like for you to arrive in the morning.” Mila allowed Claire the freedom she so desperately craved as she fully released their hand from her grip. The Doll’s hands clasped together as she eyes her aide with her wine pools. ”I’m so happy to hear that, Claire. Perhaps if this goes well, I’ll postpone your punishment.” The very thought of earning her mistress’ ire should their meeting go sour left Claire begging for a miracle. She rubs her aching wrist as she leads Mila to the locker room to help her change.
Claire went in first, holding open the door as the doll strolled in, practically skipping as her wine gaze gleamed with the excitement of procuring a new doll. Claire urged her to be patient as she began to help them undress. The Doll herself, sways happily on the bench as her boots are swiftly yet elegantly removed. She was quickly changed into a rather frilly pink dress, adorned with overlapping frills as she skips down the hall to the car, all the while pondering what this prospect could be. Perhaps she wishes to challenge her, perhaps she has a new toy lined up for her, oh how she loved surprises.
The next Morning
Spoiler

Mila grins as Claire and herself scoot from the backseat, her bag slinked over her aides shoulder. The Doll’s usually brisk walk was replaced by a rather swift moving machine as she hurriedly crossed the well kept lawn to the front door. Claire was quick to keep up, knowing full well that any slip up could earn her punishment later or in front of the Yśe’s depending on her Masters mood. Her aide steps up pressing the doorbell to alert them to her presence, Mila stood behind, bouncing off the balls of her feet as she leaned forward then rocked back. Her body practically itching for confrontation as