There was no logic to her contradictions. She wanted release, but she put a stop to it. Just before those sweet jolts ran up her spine with her shame gushing out, just before that instant of ecstasy she craved, it all came to a halt. All because the six inch long stiletto of her boot was digging firmly into her toy's crotch.<br/><br/>She could tell it was painful. How could it not? If she was twisting it in with such force it would be tearing her skin and maybe even damaging an organ or two? Yet it was rather surreal, Alice couldn't even imagine being subject to such pain, yet she was oh so willing to give it. Her eyes, in a daze, looked down at that spot unfocused. She had a bit of that clarity she had lost moments earlier when she was on the edge of losing it, and now she wanted more.<br/><br/>The heel slowly lifted as Alice leaned and laid on her other thigh, supporting herself with her elbow as she got more comfortable. With mere thoughts, the harsh nondescript floor turned into a large round bed with the two at its center.<br/><br/>She had reached some sort of clarity at last. All this time, she desired that doll. This inanimate object brought some sort of emotion to a brain incapable of processing it. Before parties, drugs and marathon-length orgies where the men would turn out at her dad's hospital from erectile drug overdoses, before that, what was there? Alice tried to think back on how she even got where she was now. Most of her past was blurry. Memories were pointless, all she needed was the now, but that soft bed and the pretty face between her legs was all of sudden nostalgic.<br/><br/>Her toy had pulled away to breathe and whimper in pain as any human being would, a testament to how the app for the point oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-one percent valued authenticity over everything else. She liked that, Alice had a sultry smile her toy would no doubt regret not seeing as once more her leash was tugged. She was brought back between her legs where that moist, slit awaited.<br/><br/>"Fine, you're good. But you're mine. Remember that." She said. As long as her toy understood she was but a toy, it should be fine. She was still in control. She was on top of things. She needed it now, she needed that tongue so badly.<br/><br/>The guidance of the leash was followed by the caress of the heel that had inflicted so much pain earlier as Alice's knee rose to give her space, the doll's head resting on her soft, plump inner thigh, inviting her in as her delicate hand clung to the silky smooth bed sheets.<br/><br/>It would be a pity if she didn't get to see. She was in such a privileged position despite being a toy. She'd allow it, just this once. With a snap of her fingers, sight returned at last. Her dull eyes regained their shine just in time to witness the wonderful visage. After all, Alice was so vain she'd never let the system override her appearance, but little did she know her face any any identifiable aspects of hers were automatically censored. But if anything, what was right in front of her toy remained in vivid, down to the molecule levels of detail.