”I wasn’t sure what to say or think, so I let out a small laugh. Gathering my thoughts, I asked, “So are you trying to pick me up?”“No, no�... I’m so sorry, I just thought that maybe like me you might enjoy a conversation with another human being instead of watching mind-numbing television or surfing the web. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”His look of horror at my reaction was so genuine, I couldn’t help but laugh again. “Well, I suppose a chat and a second glass of Shiraz does sound better. You click on the link. All of the sudden your screen flashes a few bright lights from the screen and plays some high pitch tone. You didn't think the screen flashing white a few times was what he would think of as cool.You type back to him. "Think it's broken, just flashed a few times and played a screeching tone."He replies back immediately. "No, I think it worked. Maggie, turn on your vid chat."You figure, why not? Maybe on vid chat you could get an idea of what was supposed to happen. You. . fantasizing about my mother. I begin to moan “oh mommy…oh mommy”. When I exploded it was the biggest load ever. I was so horny for my mom all the time. As I exited the bathroom I noticed that she was home and in the kitchen. So I walked in to say hi. She smiled and said hello baby. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. We just cuddled. I could feel my cock getting hard up against her ass, as I kissed her cheek. Then I slowly kissed down her neck. She began. We had acomplete wardrobe of new clothes ready for him which, along with hisrestrainer, discipline and routines, were to become his 'uniforms' and hislife.From thatday to now he has been dressed by me, and for me only in the humiliating littleoutfits and costumes that I really like to keep him in.He has nosay whatsoever anymore in what he wears.Whoeverheard of a toy dressing itself anyway?From thatday on he has never had to make a decision about what to wear. He was truly tobecome my doll, our.