It had been a month since she had gotten her new toy, and ever since, every single day she had shown up to play. She remembered the first like it was yesterday – probably because of the neural reconstruction she had that morning. Those always seemed to sharpen up her memory quite a bit. Ironic, wasn’t it? That purposely destroying a fifth of her brain in the search of pleasures she only remembered the echoes of, that such a depraved lifestyle would lead to what was effectively photographic memory and unparalleled genius.<br/><br/>But that day was more vivid than any drug-fueled climax. The moment she walked into that virtual playground, her body reproduced down to the tiniest frills in her clothes. She cared about those, what kind of aristocrat would be caught wearing synthetics? No, those boots she wore were authentic Italian leather, but of course the pointy stiletto digging into her pretty doll’s cheek was a hard reinforced glass composite. It was designed for rigidity and for the best possible acoustics. Her steps could be heard anywhere she went, but more importantly, she could even feel the girl’s teeth rumbling her feet as she pressed down. It was nothing short of delightful. If she was going to step on her expensive toy, even in the virtual world, it would be on the finest footwear.<br/><br/>And that obsession carried over to the girl herself. She spent the first three days on the immensely detailed doll creator, manually adjusting every little detail. She was molded to her liking, so pretty, so beautiful she felt disgusted and jealous the moment she came to life. When she was a lifeless doll, she was her adorable creation, but Alice couldn’t anticipate the threat she felt to her own womanhood when she opened her eyes for the first time.<br/><br/>Oh how quickly hatred turns into obsession. And before she knew it, the lifeless, soft feel on her feet wriggled, her hips shook as bare back clenched as if electrocuted. It was the same every time, a visage of inimaginable pain before that final instant when her emerald eyes opened.<br/><br/>Unbeknown to Alice, what she saw and what the doll saw were completely different realities. A measure taken to keep their client’s anonymity. But then again, she was none the wiser to the possibility that her AI doll was a real person on the other side. They were so convincingly human the thought wouldn’t even pass their minds.<br/><br/>Mistress, the word sent a rush up Alice’s spine. She quickly came to understand why men loved being on top so much. She found the idea of crafting a submissive boy toy to be repulsive, hence, the female form before her she could abuse at her leisure. Ever since, she’s had doubts about her own identity. Sex was not the same anymore.<br/><br/>–And it’s all your god damn fault, whore–<br/><br/>“Did you sleep well, toy?” She asked in the kindest cruel tone the woman could muster, twisting the square tip of her heel twice before finally letting go to allow her toy to greet her. She placed the leather material worth a lifetime’s rent for Carrie just out of reach from her plump, soft lips, just far enough to have her desperately stretch to reach it. One side, and then turning over to the other, Alice’s delicate hand grabbing hold of the leash.<br/><br/>“I had a terrible night, boys these days are such a bore to me, you know?” As if it had been Carrie’s fault, she pulled on the leash to drag her face upwards, forcefully sitting up her pet dog and grabbing her delicate jaw with her other hand. The scarlet eyes that shone an ominous gold to Carrie were both just as wicked.<br/><br/>“I’m so glad I have you all to myself for three whole sessions. What should I dress you up with this time hmm? How shall I violate you?” Her words were not aimed at Carrie, but rather, Alice mused in a theatrical tone only true solitude allowed.