Tess grimaced, her overly-long, glittery nails tapping against the screen of her smartphone as she did her best to type out a response to a message that her boyfriend had sent her. The long fake nails got in the way, as they did so many things these days, and she frowned as she finally managed to hit the 'call' button.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Jason's voice was deeply amused when he answered her call, and Tess pouted.

"I can barely use my phone, master."

He chuckled, and Tess' nipples got harder under her halter top. "Well, isn't that the point, my darling? Things aren't supposed to be easy for you. Things are never easy for a good little toy. I thought we agreed on that."

Tess whimpered, her ankles crossing and uncrossing. "Well, yes, master, but..."

He hushed her. "No buts. I'll expect you home very soon. You should have plenty of money for a cab." He hung up on her without saying goodbye, and Tess pouted at her phone as she looked at the blank screen.

When she and Jason had started dating, she was by no means a masculine woman. She liked getting her nails and hair done just like every other woman on the planet, she liked to go shopping and buy clothes that emphasized her figure, all the traditional womanly things that one would expect.

Jason, though...he expected even more from her. His requirements were stringent, to say the least, and they only got more so the deeper their dynamic and relationship grew.

At first, it was all simple things. He gave her the money to get her hair and nails done once a month, and she enjoyed the pampering. An entirely new wardrobe was purchased for her, and they went through all of her old clothes together to get rid of any of the clothes that no longer fit the vision that he had for her or her body. Or the kind of woman that he was turning her into.

Gradually, the requests became more cumbersome. Longer nails, more intensive highlights. Shorter skirts and tighter tops, and absolutely no underwear allowed at any time, no matter where she was going or who she was meeting. He purchased her a dual ankle bracelet that linked by a chain in the middle, and gradually the chain got shorter and shorter until she had to take tiny, mincing steps to get anywhere. She couldn't drive herself around anymore, entirely dependent on Jason to drive her where she needed to go or to call a cab or an Uber.

In the span of a very few short months, Jason had made her entirely dependent on him. She could do very few things without thinking of him and the various ways that he had slowly made her life and existence more difficult, more cumbersome. Had made her more and more like the doll that he saw her as.

Which, of course, was the entire goal.

The nails, though, that was the one that she hadn't expected to be as cumbersome as they were. Not being able to use her phone as easily, she had expected that, but there was another, more important impact that they had, that Jason seemed to delight in even more than her dependence on him for everyday tasks.

"Strip down and spread your legs," he said the moment she walked in the front door. His cock was already hard under his work slacks, and he was holding his belt casually in one hand.

Tess gulped, obeying the command despite the door barely having just clicked shut. "I'm not in trouble, am I, sir?"

He chuckled, eyes gleaming as her tits and pussy were bared with the stripping of her clothes. "Of course you aren't, doll. I just like to see my property naked."

His property. He had taken to referring to her as that a few weeks before, and it never failed to make Tess' pussy wet. She swallowed hard, then leaned down to try and unclasp the anklets from around her feet, freeing her to spread her legs the way she knew he liked. After a few moments, though, she had to give up and straighten up with an abashed expression on her face. Her nails clicked together as she clasped her hands, peeking up at Jason from under her lashes.

"I...I can't undo it. Can you please help me, master?"

He smiled at her, stepping closer and lifting her chin to plant a kiss on her lips. "Of course I can, my sweet, helpless little dolly."

Her ankles were freed from the hobbling chain in a second after he knelt down between her legs, and Tess sunk to her knees before laying on her back, her legs thrown wide.

"Play with your pussy for me, little girl." Jason crouched down in front of her, watching lasciviously as she reached between her legs with a whimper.

Of course, as they both knew they would, her nails got in the way. The sharp plastic tips bumped and scratched against her swollen clit and wet lips for a moment while she tried to arrange her hand in such a way that her soft fingertips would be able to brush against her desperate clit, but her nails were too long. There was no way.

Tess whimpered. "Master, I can't..."

Jason reached out and tapped one of her nails with a grin. "Poor, helpless thing. Can't even play with your pussy when commanded to. I think that warrants a punishment, don't you?"

Tess pouted, her clit twitching under her master's gaze as he continued to regard her pussy. "B...but master...I only have the nails because of you..."

He shook his head. "Silly thing. Do you think that that's an excuse to be disobedient? Did I not just tell you to play with your pussy and work yourself up into a frenzy for me?"

"Well, yes..."

"And didn't you just tell me that you can't because of these pretty nails that I paid for?" He tapped one of her nails again, tsking at her. "It seems like you need a stiff whipping to remind you your place in this relationship. Isn't that right, pretty little doll?"

Tess huffed out a couple of tiny sounds before she whimpered, closing her eyes in acquiescence. "I...suppose, master..."

"Good. Go bend yourself over the dining table and prepare yourself for your punishment. Silly doll." He slapped her lightly on the ass as she stood and walked past him, her head hanging low.

Being his toy, his doll, his thing...it was never easy. And Tess was never sure if she wanted it to be. She had never felt more cherished, more loved, more needed, but she also suffered more for him than she had ever thought possible.

"Relax, darling toy." Something blunt nudged against the entrance to her pussy and Tess moaned loudly as her pussy stretched widely around a dildo. One of her favorites, by the feel of it, though she couldn't be positive without looking at it.

"There you go. Good little dolls know their place is to be stuffed full while they're receiving their punishments. Isn't that right?" Two fingers pushed against her lips, forcing her mouth open before she could respond, and Tess immediately started drooling around the digits as the dildo was thrust in and out of her pussy a few times.

"Yeth, thir," she mumbled around his fingers. The more holes he filled, the more mindless she felt, every time, and she knew there would be a puddle of drool on the table after he was done with her belting. The belting she was convinced that she was going to have received no matter what, no matter how good a girl she was for him or how obedient.

The inherent unfairness of their relationship was something that she both reveled and hated, but at the end of the day, she loved what he was turning her into. The desperate, needy, mindless thing that didn't have to think too hard about...well, much of anything.

"Alright, little dolly. Be a good girl for me and take your punishment quietly. Every time you cry out, that's another three stripes from the belt."

Tess swallowed hard, steeling herself. "Yes, master. I understand. Thank you...for punishing your dolly."