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The drive to Valerie’s favorite Italian restaurant turns out to be a longer trip than you expected. Valerie starts flipping through a womens’ clothing catalog and ignores you for a while. You decide to lie your head back against the headrest and, hopefully, relax a little. You are not sure if you are capable of sleep as a wind-up doll, but you decide to try to take a nap. Seconds later, you fall asleep (or, at least, into the wind-up doll equivalent of "sleep").
After about twenty minutes, Valerie taps your arm. You feel the car stop. You open your eyes and turn your head toward her. "What is it?" you ask.
"I need to make a quick stop, Maria," she explains, taking a brief glance out the passenger window. You look in that direction and see a womens’ clothing store. "I`ll be back shortly."
You glance toward the front seat and see that the driver is turning toward you. "Don`t worry, Miss Maria, I`ll take care of you." He smiles a creepy smile that sends chills through you.
"Could I come with you, Mistress?" you ask Valerie. "Maybe I can help you shop?"
Valerie smiles at you. "Thank you, my sweet dolly, but that will not be necessary. You will remain here."
"Yes, Mistress," you reluctantly respond.
Valerie climbs out of the car. You watch as she walks up to the front door of the store and disappears inside.
As soon as Valerie is out of sight, the driver gets out of the car, walks around, and climbs into the now-vacant back seat next to you. He notices your nervous look and chuckles. "Do I frighten you, little dolly?"
You fidget toward the door and consider getting out and running into the store. The driver, however, has other plans. He pulls a remote control out, points it at you, and hits a few buttons. Suddenly, your fear seems to vanish. You look at the driver and emit a girlish giggle.
"Tee hee! Hi, handsome," you greet him flirtatiously. You allow your legs to move slightly apart, making it easier for the driver to see up your dress.
The driver moves closer and sits right up next to you. He moves his face closer to yours and kisses you on the lips. He puts his hand on your right leg and begins moving it up your thigh toward your crotch. "Ooo, naughty boy," you say coyly and lick your lips.
The driver spends several minutes caressing you. You are only capable of responding to his touch with bubbleheaded, girlish delight, even though you know this is not how you should be feeling about this.
Finally, the driver stops and he starts to get out of the back seat. "Come back, baby," you call after him. You cannot believe it, but you actually find yourself wanting him to continue groping you. The driver steps out of the car, points the remote at you again, and hits some buttons. The giddiness you had been feeling for several minutes suddenly fades away, and you are back to feeling what you think you should be feeling. And right now, you are feeling even more scared than before.
The driver waves the remote and grins. "You have a program in you that will prevent you from telling Mistress Valerie about this. This is going to be our little secret. You and I are secret lovers, sweetheart." He laughs cruelly.
"Don`t c-call me that," you stammer. "I AM going to tell the mistress about this."
Minutes later, Valerie returns from her brief shopping trip carrying a large bag with some sort of clothing item in it (you cannot get a good look at it). The driver closes the passenger door behind her after she sits down, then he returns to the driver’s seat. The car starts, and your trip to the restaurant continues.
In spite of what the driver said, you feel that you must tell Valerie what happened while she was gone. You open your mouth to speak, but the words that come out are not the words you intended to say. "I love you, Mistress!"
Valerie looks at you quizzically. "I`m sorry? Did you say you love me?"
You try again to tell Valerie about what the driver did, but all that comes out is "Yes! I love you very much! Thank you for giving me this pretty red dress to wear to dinner!"
"You`re welcome, my sweet dolly!" Valerie smiles warmly. She leans over and kisses you on the cheek. "I had a feeling you would make a wonderful new doll for me! I love you, too."
You sneak a peek at the rearview mirror just in time to notice the driver’s eyes looking at you. Whatever programming he put into you is working. He has you in his power, and he can do whatever he wants to you whenever Valerie is not around to see.
The car soon pulls into the parking lot of the Italian restaurant . . . .
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