Kurt runs his hands over the rubber suit Blaine’s encased in, his submissive wrapped in head to toe black latex, complete coverage, everything concealed except for his cock, left exposed solely for his Master’s use. Since the suit deprives Kurt of the glorious music that is Blaine’s whimpers and cries, Kurt smacks Blaine’s thigh to hear the satisfying sound of skin against rubber, that sharp thwack that sends a chill down his spine. It’s industrial, fake, and impersonal, and knowing that his hot-blooded Filipino boy is trapped inside makes Kurt hotter than hell.

The material of the suit dulls the impact for Blaine, but it makes a fantastic noise when Kurt slaps it, leaves a resounding sting in Kurt’s palm that adds an edge to the tingling sensation of Blaine’s cock rubbing against his prostate.

As Kurt fucks his sub, bouncing rhythmically in a way suited solely for his own pleasure, he thinks back on the message Blaine sent him. It’s not every day that Kurt gets a request like this from his sub. Kurt had no idea that Blaine was even thinking of this.

Kurt was too intrigued to pass it up.

The message itself was beautiful. Kurt appreciated the poetry of it. He saved it in a box full of notes that Blaine has written him, and that Kurt reads over and over.

Make me your doll. Turn me into a plaything and use me the way you’d like. Train away my thoughts. Take away my sight, my hearing, my response to touch. Objectify me. Mold me. Make me more yours than I have ever been.

Kurt doesn’t simply grant Blaine his every wish just because he asks nicely, but after a message like that, how in the world could Kurt say no?

As with everything they introduce into their dynamic, they talked about it first, drawing up an addendum to their contract that included Kurt’s new role as Doll Maker, and Blaine’s new role as doll, how they would include these sessions in their play, how often, and what exactly those sessions would contain.

They started by discussing Blaine’s definitions of doll and of use. Kurt told Blaine that, for many people, becoming a doll had little to do with sexual acts. They simply liked to be objectified in the manner of a doll – dressed up, played with, put on display. Blaine told Kurt that he knew, that he’d been studying dolls and Doll Makers when Kurt assigned him research to do. When Kurt assigns research as a task, Blaine gets two choices for presentation, the same as in school – he can write an essay, or do an oral report.

Blaine asked his Dom if he could put what he’d learned into practice instead, and Kurt agreed.

Training away Blaine’s thoughts and his response to stimuli took the longest amount of time. Some Dominants do that with their dolls already in their ‘play clothes’, but Kurt felt that Blaine would be more successful as a doll if they took things one step at a time. Blaine dealt better when he had to work towards a goal or achieve a reward.

Through training, Blaine would earn his doll clothes.

In order for Blaine to be a doll, he had to find his ‘doll space’, which was similar to ‘sub space’, but also not. Sub space is a floaty feeling of detachment from the physical, a separation between mind and body that the brain uses to process an intense experience. In sessions, it’s usually attained through extreme tasking of the body. Doll space is less floaty but just as detached, and it had to be achieved before a scene. Sometimes, simply existing in doll space is the scene in its entirety.

The journey into Blaine’s ‘doll space’ involved a lot of meditation and stimulation simultaneously. To be a doll, Blaine had to surrender to being inanimate, become static. He could only react to the stimuli that Kurt allowed him to react to. If Blaine chose to be a baby doll, then he would need to keep his eyes open when he sat upright or stood, and close them when he laid down, the same way a baby doll would. Kurt and Blaine spent a great deal of time practicing relaxed, quiet orgasms, and in this, Kurt was a ruthless trainer. He started with only his hand, fingering Blaine or stroking him, going straight for the techniques he knew would cause a near instant orgasm. When Blaine tensed up, anything from the flutter of his eyelids to the curling of his toes, Kurt would stop and correct. Stop and correct. They moved on to vibrators, prostate wands, and a Hitachi bound to Blaine’s cock using bondage tape. There were days of very little stimulus – just one toy or Kurt’s mouth, an electrified corset on Blaine’s cock or a Violet Wand on his nipples and testicles. Sometimes, Blaine was hyper-stimulated, every hole filled, nipples clamped, earlobes and tongue clothes pinned, and Kurt riding him hard.

Kurt edged Blaine for days and ruined countless orgasms until Blaine could suffer through without a peep or a whine, a twitch of his face or a jerk of his fingers.

When Blaine earned his doll clothes, Kurt gave Blaine the option of dress up doll or sex doll. (Baby doll ended up squicking Kurt out too much, so it was taken off the table.) Blaine chose sex doll for his first time, with the option to be Kurt’s dress up doll later on. (That was Kurt’s addendum. He had secretly hoped Blaine would choose dress up doll. He longed to put Blaine in frilly dresses and aprons, wigs with thick sausage curls, and elaborate doll makeup – big, white circle eyes and lots of violet eyeshadow, ruby lips and red apple cheeks.)

Blaine knew Kurt would choose the outfit Blaine would wear. They had decided that, as Doll Maker, Kurt had that right. But Kurt opted for them to narrow it down to five choices together, with Kurt having the final say. Kurt watched Blaine carefully as they scrolled through websites, keeping an eye on the things that captured his attention, made him lick his lips, made his eyes go wide.

Out of four likely candidates (and one that Kurt threw in as a wild card to keep Blaine on his toes), Kurt chose the one that Blaine seemed the most interested in, the one that made him sit forward in his seat and sandwich his hands between his thighs - something Blaine did when he became excited about something.

Shiny black latex with zippers, gloves, booties, and a full hood.

Immobilizing.

Numbing.

Featureless.

Kurt’s dapper boy, who, in his vanilla life, wore bow ties and cardigans, jeans and button downs, who had signature raven curls, honey-gold eyes, and the most plush, kissable lips that Kurt has ever seen, wanted all of that stripped away until he was simply a void with genitalia, and skin so shiny it basically reflected Kurt’s image back at him.

When Blaine wears his black latex doll suit, he gives up his identity, his talent, his personality.

Aside from his singular purpose, he’s essentially nothing.

Kurt’s sex doll is an object – a toy for Kurt to get off on. It has no feelings of its own, no say in what happens to it. It can be fucked, whipped, electrified, left on the floor overnight, even pissed on.

And Kurt has no obligation to make sure it finishes.

So after Kurt climaxes, after he defiles the shiny black suit with his cum, leaves hand prints on the chest and rubs a palm of it down the unsettling blank face, he climbs off his doll and walks away.