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  Domestic Doll Services: Year One Anthology

  By Barbara R. Wetzel

  Copyright 2018 Barbara R. Wetzel

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  This book is fiction. Every name, place, character, and event are a product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is pure coincidence.

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  Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

  Table of Contents

  Public Relations: Jacqueline Rossi thinks she has the scoop of the year when Simon Ward, CEO of Domestic Doll Services, allows her inside their secretive corporate headquarters for an interview. When Mr. Ward offers to give her an exclusive tour of the facilities, Ms. Rossi discovers that she will never think about Domestic Doll Services in the same way ever again.

  Domestic Relations: Thomas Larmer is stressed out not only at home, with an unruly college aged daughter and self important wife, but at his job as well. After his boss tips him off to how helpful a Domestic Doll can be, things quickly improve at home.

  Guilt Alleviation: Kaylie Macpherson is the scion of an oil company who inherits control of the company after the sudden deaths of her father and brother. Having led a private and sheltered life after a tragedy of her own, soon she uncovers the corruption and evil that generations of Macphersons had inflicted on the planet. Deeply guilt ridden and conflicted, she contacts William Cullen, an equally reclusive executive of Domestic Doll Services. Under the guise of purchasing a few Domestic Dolls to aide her at home, she travels to him and makes an offer that will transform not only the company she has inherited, but the future of the Macpherson dynasty forever.

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  Domestic Doll Services: Public Relations

  Jacquelyn Rossi smiled at the barista who took her coffee order and waved her phone to make a payment. Today was the day that was going to make her career. Soon, the blonde 35 year old thought, she would be getting hundreds of thousands of hits for her work. She sat down at a table with the coffee she had ordered and went through the carefully curated notes a month of research had unearthed one more time before heading to her destination.

  Her triumph revolved around the expose she had been writing about Domestic Doll Services, a corporation which offered lifelike “Domestic Dolls” for sale. These “Dolls” were sold for domestic use primarily, but the Dolls, designed to the whims of the buyer, which often appeared, as far as Jacquelyn could see, to be a mix of super model and stripper, obviously had a sexual use as well.

  Jacquelyn had been working for an internet newspaper for the past few years. She got out of college right around the beginning of the downswing in print circulation of newspaper. After six months at the city newspaper, she left to join an internet start up paper. She had risen to be pretty high up the masthead of the website, but wanted more. Domestic Doll Services would be the key to the next step in her career.

  There was something off about Domestic Doll Services. They had emerged into the public out of a merger between two companies, one that worked on artificial intelligence, and a nano-technology firm. The Dolls were best sellers, but the company repeatedly declined going public despite the billions they could make in the process. They were also controversial: Feminists despised their hyper-feminine default visage. The companies' public relations department argued that anyone could mold their Domestic Doll in any shape, color, or size, which, Jacquelyn had to admit, was true.

  Nevertheless, there had to be something scandalous about them. Jacquelyn had received a tip that it was worthwhile to investigate Simon Ward, the founder and CEO of Domestic Doll Services. Ward was middle aged and, allegedly, had been an arms dealer before making a deal with the US government to aide them in terrorism cases. Records of him appear and disappear for years before he took the CEO position at DDS. Unable to find anymore information about him online, an interview had been set up, which Ward happily agreed to at Rossi's earliest convenience. If there was a scandal to be found, Jacquelyn hoped it came from him personally.

  Rossi planned to do a hit piece on Domestic Doll Services. She would find any excuse for it, whether something about the “Dolls” or Ward himself. There would be a great scandal and she would be all over the next week's news cycle. Hopefully, this led to an appointment at a larger news organization. Maybe she could get her own show even?

  Entering the large building that Domestic Doll Services owned in the middle of the city was an interesting experience. Jacquelyn had to go through an iris scan, which seemed to take a long time, and then her entire body was scanned. “For your own safety,” the helpful guard explained, which seemed reasonable to her. Once the guard was satisfied, she entered the main elevator.

  The elevator opened to a main floor where lots of Domestic Doll Services employees, and some Dolls, roamed around doing their jobs. Jacquelyn was amazed by how attractive every woman working for DDS was; each was hyper feminine, beautiful, and seemed focused on their task at hand. “It's like they are Domestic Dolls,” she joked to herself. The dressy pants, high heeled boots, sweater, and fashionable glasses the dark haired reporter wore suddenly felt underwhelming next to the short skirts, long legs, and stiletto heels all women wore at DDS.

  A exquisite bottle blonde woman approached her after a moment. The shiny black pumps on her feet echoed off the marble floors of Domestic Doll Services. “Hello, Miss Rossi, thank you for coming. Hi, my name is Cindi.” Jacquelyn squinted at the childish spelling on the name attached attached to her tight sweater. “Mr. Ward would like you to come directly to his office.” Cindi's perky voice grated at her.

  Jacquelyn nodded and allowed Cindi to lead the way. They passed a few other blondes who each gave Cindi a manicured wave. At the end of the hall, they entered an elevator. Cindi pressed a button at the top of the floor numbers and smiled a cheerful bimbo smile at Jacquelyn as the doors began to close.

  *

  Jacki Rossi sat in the waiting room of Simon Ward's large office. A long mirror sat against the wall, which the blonde streaked brunette checked her appearance in. She needed to make sure that her psychical representation fit the strict dress code standards for women that the Domestic Doll Services Corporation had sent to her before agreeing to the interview with Mr. Ward. He had been so kind to agree to the interview, so it make the most basic courtesy she could offer to him.

  The brunette felt confident in her appearance. Her teased dark hair, white blonde streaks throughout, accentuated the sun-kissed tan she sported at the moment. The enormous bust that highlighted her features was kept snug by a tight pink sweater, which barely covered the tiny miniskirt that adorned her bottom half, which was kept at least five inches higher by the shiny black pumps she wore. Finally, long pink tipped nails shone in the light from the ceiling.

  Jacki looked down for a moment and was lost in thought, that kept happening this morning, she thought, with a giggle, when Mr. Ward came out from his office. “I apologize,” he began, extending a hand, “my girl is... busy... right now a
nd could not properly greet you.”

  Jacki took his hand. Mr. Ward was a handsome man, with dark hair and slight glasses. “That is okay, Sir, I met her this morning. Cindi escorted me here.”

  Mr. Ward nodded after a moment and smiled warmly, which caused Jacki to blush a little. “Yes, yes, she did didn't she?” He motioned for her to follow him into his office, which Jacki did with a sexy sway of the hips as she walked on the high heeled pumps that adorned her feet.

  The Domestic Doll Services' CEO had a large office that overlooked the city skyline. The clear windows were dark from the outside, which was called... Jacki could not remember. She smiled and stood before Mr. Ward, who pointed to his couch. “Sit with me, Miss Rossi. I need to discuss a few things before our interview.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Jacki stated, her eyes never leaving his, as she walked over, sat down on the dark couch, and crossed her stocking clad legs as Mr. Ward joined her. After she settled in the comfortable couch, she looked to him and smiled softly. The brunette barely registered that the few thoughts she had at the moment drifted right back out of her mind.

  “I hope,” the handsome man began, “that our strict dress codes did not give you any trouble? We try to maintain the highest professional standards for women here at Domestic Doll Services.”

  “No, Sir,” Jacki replied. A beat passed. “After all, Jacki agrees that women in the workplace should always look their best.” Instinctively, she leaned forward slightly; her augmented breasts pushing forward towards Simon. The oddness of speaking in the third person did not concern her.

  “Good girl.” He paused at the reporter's blush. “You are an extremely attractive woman, Miss Rossi. I have followed your work for a bit.” He really had; Simon had been tipped off about her potentially doing an expose by an undercover Domestic Doll working at Jacki's newspaper nearly two months before.

  “Really, Sir?” She asked the question with a bit of unease, moved by the authoritative man complimenting her.

  Simon reached forward and took one of her manicured hands into his own. “Yes, really. My most recent personal Domestic Doll, I get to try out the prototypes,” he said with a proud grin, “was programmed to search for your articles. My newest Doll is going through her final day of training today.” He stared at her for a moment. “I need to remember to install new reader settings to make sure I keep getting your articles.”

  Jacki squeezed back, trailing the tips of her long white tipped nails along his firm hand. “T-t-thank you, Sir.” She gave him a flirty smile. He liked her! The brunette-blonde reporter would certainly be able to get good dirt from him now. Just keep smiling and flirting. She was sure to please him then.

  Wait, what? Before Jacki could question the thought that bounced into her head, Simon squeezed her hand again. She turned her complete attention back to him. “I am going to give you a complete tour of Domestic Doll Services. After all, you deserve that if you are going to understand what being a Domestic Doll is all about.” He leaned forward slightly, her large bust nearing him. “I am going to give you some exclusive access as well. Your article will be the first to discuss some of our newest innovations.”

  Jacki nodded along. “Thank you, Sir.” She leaned slightly forward so her breasts neared his body. They were the best asset a woman had, she thought to herself. The brunette smiled widely, noticing for the first time in the window how perfectly white her teeth were in the window behind them.

  Simon smiled back. “I am the one who should be honored by such a beautiful woman. In fact, why don't you assume position two and perform.”

  Jacki found herself obediently sliding off of the couch and onto the floor to kneel before Simon. She unbid his belt and pants, running a nail over his hardening cock. As it went into her mouth, her mind emptied, focused only on giving the absolute maximum possible amount of pleasure to the handsome man who had commanded her. Her thick red lips bobbed up and down on it, slowly and methodically sucking him off until he came into her mouth after about ten minutes. Afterwards, she cleaned him up and then waited kneeling while he dressed again.

  “Good girl,” Simon began. “Stand.” She obediently, with grace, stood up, eyes never leaving him while he went back to his desk to pull something out of one of the drawers. He held up a collar and leash. “This is a collar and leash,” he began, putting them down for a moment to press a button a few times on the console built into his desk. “You are going to need to wear it around DDS.” He began walking over to her, motioning for the obedient reporter to pull up the back of her teased brown hair. “There are prototype Dolls around that could malfunction. Having you on a leash is for your protection in case something happens.”

  What a caring man! Jacki pulled up her hair and felt a chill as the black collar went around her neck. Her name was emblazoned onto it, which did not cause any concern. Simon stood in front of her and attached the leash to the side of it. He gave a few playful tugs. “Okay, you are set.” The Domestic Doll Services CEO began to walk towards the elevator with Jacki, whose hips swayed with a wild sexuality, submissively following him a few steps behind. Simon smiled back at her and received one of the most passive, dimwitted, responses he had ever seen.

  In the elevator, after both Simon and Jacki entered, the busty reporter snapped to attention and stared straight ahead as they went down a few levels. She had no idea this was not normal, nor did she think anything was out of the ordinary. All Domestic Dolls, while at the corporate headquarters, were programmed to take up “Position One” while in elevators. Jacki did it because it was now part of her programming. She was no longer human; the sexy reporter was now a Domestic Doll.

  *

  The first floor that Simon and Jacki went to was one with a large group of rooms where Domestic Dolls were under various stages of programming. Everyone was focused on their work and few looked up to greet the boss. Simon gently tugged at Jacki's leash and she followed him onto the floor. He motioned for her to come up and stand next to him. “I thought it would be good to show you a Domestic Doll up close.” Her eyes followed his hand as it motioned towards a room on the left. “Follow me, please” The leash in his hand remained low as Jacki followed close, eyes only leaving his after an automatic “Yes, Sir,” to make sure she was walking in the right direction. Her high heeled feet echoed off the clear floors. Below them, on another floor, her eyes briefly saw a Domestic Doll being anally fucked by someone while another man watched and took notes on a tablet.

  They entered a room where a male technician was working on a voluptuous Domestic Doll who stood at attention. The redhead was wide hipped, busty, and her pale face stared straight ahead. Her perfect makeup made the Doll, whose collar read “Kerri” seem like a big, beautiful, doll. “A custom for a... college friend. He has been down on his luck, so I commissioned Kerri here as a way to help him out during these dire times.”

  Jacki stared at the Domestic Doll. “She is gorgeous, Sir,” was all the reporter could say. There were so many questions she wanted to ask, but each thought just made her head hurt. Finally, the most coherent question she could form into words came out. “She is really curvy.” Kerri was not tiny, but her short stature and large bust were displayed in the high heeled boots and tight sweater dress she wore. For a moment, Jacki wondered if her breasts were bigger, but then even that thought slipped away and she went back to happily gazing at Simon.

  “Yes,” Simon responded, waving a hand towards the beautiful redhead, “Kerri certainly is quite lovely.” He motioned to the technician, who pressed a few buttons on the three dimensional keyboard in front of him. Kerri took a few steps forward, a peaceful smile on her face, and stared straight ahead, dark green eyes mirroring absolute submission and calm.

  Simon watched Jacki stare at Kerri and nodded to the technician, who tapped at the screen a few times. The brunette reporter suddenly felt a strong desire for Kerri. The Domestic Doll looked so appealing to her. She began to get a bit wet just staring into those submissive green eyes.


  “Jacki,” Simon grinned at how quickly Jacki's head snapped to him, “why don't you touch her? Get to know the body of a Domestic Doll.” He turned quickly and the technician, who had begun to chuckle, ceased.

  “Yes, Sir.” Jacki stepped forward on her sky high heels and massaged one of Kerri's breasts. The redhead Domestic Doll did not move.

  “This Domestic Doll has been personalized for absolute love and devotion, delicate and gentle femininity, and domestic perfection.” Simon watched Jacki idly knead Kerri's breast. “She exists to obey and her programming will allow nothing else.” He gently tugged at Jacki's leash. “Stop.” Jacki stopped, panting, turned to him, smiled, and whispered a docile “Yes, Sir.”

  After another trip on the elevator, where Jacki, again, immediately snapped to attention, Simon, with a gentle tug of her leash, led her onto another large floor. A large number of beautiful woman in various stages of dress walked across stages, spun around stripper poles, and gave technicians lap dances.

  Jacki stared at them and then swiftly moved back to Simon. “Strippers, Sir?”

  Simon nodded. “Yes, this is one of the exclusives I am giving you. We, um, do not just provide Dolls for overworked housewives.” He waved a hand towards a bottle blonde with a massive bust currently practicing what seemed like a high end club routine. “Domestic Doll Services works with elite gentlemen's clubs to supply workers.” The CEO turned to face Jacki and took one of her manicured hands into his own. “I am actually very proud of this project. The clubs get Dolls as a workforce, which means that human women do not have to do the work. It also cuts down on sex trafficking and crime. We have tipped off police in the city, working with the owners of clubs, to enable the arrest of three sets of traffickers so far.”

  Jacki listened passively, but two dancers, both redheads, practicing a lesbian scene that would not be out of the ordinary on a client's wish list of fantasies caught her eye beyond him. She made eye contact with him, finding it hard to form a question. Finally, it came out rather simplistically. “What about the dancers, Sir?”