The cool evening air rustles your hair as you approach Stella's mansion. Nestled on a hill on the outskirts of town, this late-Victorian manor is a mystery to everyone in town—except you. This is the home of your girlfriend Stella, local mystery woman who loves to role-play as a living doll.
The dim, amber lights that fill the house shine through the large windows. Though you don't see any movement inside, you know Stella is waiting for you. She said she had something "special" planned for your time tonight, although knowing her that could mean anything.
The boards of the porch creak quietly under your feet as you approach the door, which silently swings open. Standing inside with a cold, demure face is Stella, dressed in her usual ornate dress. Her face is powdered, with black makeup around her eyes and down the edges of her mouth to create a doll-like appearance. You can't tell for certain, but it looks like she's used a bit more makeup than usual.
"Welcome home, Master," she says, emotionless. "Please, come inside."
By now, you've learned to notice the small differences in her mannerisms and what you can sense from her is pure lust.
You step into the Victorian manor, Stella taking your coat and placing it on the rack before kneeling down to remove your shoes.
She then stands and leads you to the reading room. A fire is roaring in the fireplace, with a large, high-backed chair arranged to face it.
"Please, be seated, Master," she says, before kneeling down in front of you.
Stella's eyes are fixed on your crotch as she settles in, her head hovering between your knees.
"Master, today I'd like to treat you to some fellatio," Stella begins. "A lot, actually. Please tell me how you'd like me to do it."
You know with Stella, good details really get her in the mood.
"First, you need to open my pants," you say. "Slowly, reverently."
Almost imperceptibly, you can see Stella squirm with excitement at your words.
Stella nods, her dainty hand taking your zipper and slowly