I couldn’t see, and couldn’t move.� I was completely helpless and that sent a shiver down my spine.� I hadn’t known her long, but I knew she liked leaving me this way- alone with my thoughts.� How had I gotten here?� Well, that I knew� but the question was how had this happened to me so quickly?

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She walked into my life only a week ago.� Rather, she walked into my office a week ago.� I knew we were hiring an intern, but this was not what I had expected.� This girl was practically a walking fantasy:� her blouse clung to the soft curves of her breasts, her skirt slid up her thighs with each step.� She smiled at me, and I just blankly stared, before recovering and taking a glance up and down her body and introducing myself.� As I spoke, I couldn’t help but notice the stiffness of her nipples through her top, and the glimpse of her cleavage peeking out the unbuttoned portion of the blouse.

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Out of the darkness, I heard a noise beside me.� She was whispering in my ear again.� �You’re doing so well, my Barbie doll.� You’re going to be a good doll for me, and you can’t resist it.�� It was then that the vibrator whirred to life between my thighs.� I couldn’t help but let out a sudden moan, and heard the whisper again, now from the other side.� �Good Barbie doll, the experiments are going so well!�

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That’s how it had started.� I was doing my research and she came up behind me stealthily.� I heard a whisper, �I saw you looking.�� My face reddened and I turned around suddenly, ready to deny everything.� She was closer than I expected, and I found myself gazing into her eyes.� �It’s okay� I wanted you to look.� I like making people stare.�� She grabbed my hips, looking back at me, and her eyes felt like they penetrated deep to my core.� �Mmm, I knew it, you’re perfect for my experiments.�� Before I could ask what she meant, she was off.

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And so it began, without my knowledge.� In fact, I had put it out of my mind until my phone rang that evening.� The number on the caller ID was new to me, and I answered it slightly confused.� �Hello?�� �Hey Barbie, are you ready?�� I tried to interrupt, tell her that she had the wrong number, but she only repeated herself.� �Hey Barbie, are you ready for the experiments?�� I rolled my eyes and gave a fake laugh to placate her.� �Yeah, whatever, I’ll see you tomorrow.�� I could hear a giggle, and heard her voice take on an extra sultry tone, �Barbie?� I want you to wear your sexiest bra and panties tomorrow� and the phone clicked.

�My mind was on overdrive.� What the hell was that all about?� Is she insane?� I mean� that bitch!� She didn’t think I was really going to dress up for her, did she?� I mean, god, she looks like my dream girl, but that’s just insane!� And what the hell is with that Barbie crap?� That’s not even close to my name!� She’s got to be nuts.� I mean, seriously, I can’t work with this crazy girl.� She’s hot, but clearly something’s wrong with her.

As per my usual self, the anger and shock at her actions had me dwelling on what had happened.� I replayed the scenes over and over, feeling more indignant each time.� Seriously?� Wear your sexiest bra and panties?� What the FUCK?� I’ll show that crazy cunt she can’t just tell me what to do.

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I don’t know why I had expected otherwise, but when I walked into my office she was waiting for me with a notepad.� The pen moved furiously across the page, and I felt like I was being sized up, like a piece of meat.� �So Barbie, it’s time for the results of the first experiment, did you wear your sexy bra and panties?�� I smirked with a sense of confidence.� �No, and you’ll never guess what I did inst---�� She waved her hand as if to interrupt me and I stopped, confused.� �You’re not wearing underwear, are you Barbie?�� She peered into my eyes, not even waiting for my response.� �Good Barbie, I knew you were perfect for my experiments.�� My face was bright red again as I looked at her.� �And I bet my Barbie is all turned on, isn’t she?�

�What the fuck?� What is she saying?� I’m not turned on, this girl is nuts, I need to get away from her.

But before these thoughts turned to cohesive action, she was lifting my skirt up and snaking her hand underneath.� �You’re going to be a perfect Barbie by the time my experiments are done.� Look at you, you’re wet for me already!� Good Barbie!�

I stammered out a response as my body started to betray me, �I. I. I. I can’t help it, it’s not my fault!� as she pressed her hand against my clit and started to trace around it in circles.

�That’s right, Barbie, you can’t help yourself.� You can’t resist me.� You love me, and you love being my Barbie.� You’ll have no shame, you’ll have no modesty.� You’ll be my perfect Barbie.�

She pressed her fingers against my lips and eased them inside of me.� I didn’t know what was happening, but I was so horny from her teasing.� I started to rock against her fingers as she pushed them in me and then slid them out.� And then fingers fucked DEEP inside me. �You.� And out. �Are.� In. �Bar.� Out. �Bie.�� I started to moan as she repeated herself over and over, closing my eyes to concentrate on the sensations.� And then right as I was on the edge� everything stopped.� I slowly opened my eyes and I was all alone in my office with my skirt hiked up.� I looked around the room, and my eyes stopped as I noticed the handwritten message left on my desk.� �You are Barbie.� You belong to me now.�

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The vibrator kept buzzing between my thighs.� The sensation against my sensitive clit made it harder to concentrate, but I couldn’t help but rock against it.� �Good Barbie doll.� The feelings are getting so strong now, aren’t they?�� Good Barbie doll.�� I felt my orgasm building, and then the vibrator turned off, just as suddenly as it came on.

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I crumpled the piece of paper and started to toss it into the trash, before stopping myself.� What if someone reads it?� I can’t risk that.� I put it into my purse, deciding to confront her about it later.� Unfortunately, I still had a whole day of work to get through, so I went back into the lab.� I forced myself through my work, but my mind was elsewhere.� Seriously, what the fuck is going on here?� Why didn’t I resist her?� What is she doing to me?� What’s this experiment crap?� And why is she still calling me Barbie?� And what does she mean I belong to her, that’s crazy!� And most importantly, why can’t I get her voice out of my head?� Why is �I am Barbie� still echoing in my mind?

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Eventually the day ended and I was back to my apartment.� The earlier events weren’t forgotten, but put aside for the time being. .. and then I opened my purse.� �You are Barbie.� You belong to me now.�� I stared at it, the thoughts bubbling up to the surface.� Except� I was interrupted by the doorbell.� It was her.� �I want you to leave,� I growled through the door.� �No, Barbie wants to let me in.�� I looked through the peephole again.� God, she looks so hot.� �Barbie, you know you can’t resist me.�� I sighed, knowing how bad I wanted her, and opened the door.� �Good Barbie.� You’re learning fast.� It’s time for the second experiment.�� I sat down on the couch, frustrated.� �What’s with this experiment bullshit?�� She didn’t answer, only glared.� I knew I had made a mistake, and felt my cheeks getting red.� �I’m sorry, it’s just� you’re confusing me.�� The only response I got was �Good Barbie, you can just obey me then.�� I stared blankly at her, and she continued.� �Obeying me is pleasure, and pleasure is obeying me.�� Her hand slid under my skirt again and she grinded her palm against my mound.� �Good Barbie.� Now, you see why it’s better to obey, don’t you?�� Tired of the games, I just nodded my head.� �Good Barbie.� You’re turning into my perfect Barbie doll.�

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The vibrator came back to life between my thighs.� I shuddered again, needy for release.� It had only been a short time that I’d known her, but I hadn’t had an orgasm since.� She liked leaving me on the edge.� It made me weaker, more obedient, and more her Barbie, she said.� All I knew is that I needed an orgasm so badly.

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It continued similarly for most of the week.� I was still attempting to resist, mostly, but she was intent on teasing me and driving me crazy.�� On Thursday night, she told me to wear something pink the next day, and I couldn’t fight her anymore.� On Friday I wore a pink skirt with my outfit, but I hadn’t seen her yet.� Before lunch, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands.� �Hey Barbie!�� I turned my head.� She had been calling me Barbie so often that I couldn’t help but respond to it.� She smiled, �Good Barbie doll.� I love your outfit today, but it’s missing something.�� She grabbed my chin, holding me still, and painted my lips a shiny, wet pink.� �There, perfect.��� She told me to go to her place after work, and didn’t wait for a response.� She didn’t have to.� We both knew I’d be there.

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When I got there, she told me there was only one more experiment left.�� She wanted to tie me up.� I started to protest, but she stopped me.� �You know you want to, my Barbie doll.�� I reluctantly obeyed.� Scarves were tied around my wrists, and then to the bedposts.� I tugged on them, but I wasn’t going to be able to get free.� My legs were soon tied as well.� I nervously tried to kick free, to no avail.� And then she put the blindfold on.� I couldn’t see, and couldn’t move.� I was completely helpless and that sent a shiver down my spine.

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The vibrator was still buzzing away.� I couldn’t take it anymore.� �Please!� Please!� Let me cum, please!� I’m your Barbie doll, please!�� She only smirked.� �I knew that as soon as I met you.�� And then I felt her pussy pressed against my face.� She was grinding against me, and I instinctively began to lick.� I ran my tongue against her lips, and she grinded down harder.� I parted her lips with my tongue and wiggled it inside her, running it along the walls of her pussy.� She began to fuck the vibrator in and out of my exposed pussy as I licked.� I struggled against my bonds, trying to hump against the toy, and began to fuck my tongue in and out of her- slowly at first, but faster with each lick.� God, I was so close, I couldn’t focus on anything but my growing need.� She sensed my orgasm coming and climbed off my face.� �And the final experiment� ��What is your name?�� I responded the only way I could, and she smiled and let me cum as my words rang through my weakened mind. ��I am Barbie.� I belong �to you now.�