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      <title>A Sudden Change of Plans</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, slave, how do I look?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I snapped out of my reverie and looked up to find my Mistress a full-on rubber goddess. Her ankle-length black dress flared at the bottom, showing off a flash of bare skin above her jet-black heels. Her face, perfectly made up, bright red lips that I yearned to kiss, a tight metal choker highlighting her neck.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Moving my eyes down, I took in the opera-length black latex gloves, tightly buckled waist cincher and the plunging neckline showing off ample cleavage. And nestled in that cleavage, at the end of a silver necklace, a small metal cylinder, the contents of which I knew all too well.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Dolly&#39;s Debut</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Mistress leads me across the club, and I can feel everyone&amp;rsquo;s eyes following us.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s my first night in public as a latex sex doll. My bright pink rubber catsuit is eye-catching enough, but its built-in G-cup silicone tits really make heads turn. They stick out even further thanks to the armbinder pulling my arms together behind me, and the tight black patent leather corset pulling my waist in by a full eight inches. The rubber hood I wear has eye and mouth holes, but the mouth has thick red rubber lips that double as a ring gag, forcing my mouth open. My posture collar with glittering letters spelling &amp;ldquo;FUCK DOLL&amp;rdquo; dispels all doubt of what I am. A tight rubber mini skirt and six-inch heels complete my ensemble. Everything is locked on: collar, hood, corset, armbinder, heels. Mistress locked everything on at home, and jingled the keys at me before saying, &amp;ldquo;we won&amp;rsquo;t be needing these,&amp;rdquo; and locking them in her wall safe. There&amp;rsquo;s no escape for me tonight.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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