Your Submissive Doll Face Reveal Novels & Stories

This isn’t about physical control; it’s far more delicate than that. “I don’t know,” she finally whispers, almost as if she’s disappointed in herself for not having a more definitive answer. “That’s not the answer I was hoping for,” I say, the words tinged with an iciness that belies the fire burning through me. As my eyes lock onto hers, her face falls, the light dimming from her eyes as if doused by cold water. Her face falls instantly, the light in her eyes dimming as if swallowed by shadow. The reaction is immediate, instinctual—the look of a submissive who’s just displeased her dom. It’s a realization that resonates with a feeling I can’t quite place.

Danielle explained, "If someone wanted to come to you to get you to submit to them, they would just start talking to you and flirting with you. It would be obvious what they wanted, but it would be up to you whether or not you submitted to them. I've never refused either of my moms. It's a lot of fun to submit to them. You enjoy submitting to me. They might come right up to you and blatantly say something like, 'Get down on your knees,' or something along those lines. I doubt anyone would do that until everyone knew that you were comfortable with the whole thing, so don't worry. Now one fun thing to do is to open yourself up and show them you are willingly submitting to them if you wanted to

She took a yellowed photograph from our mother's hand and returned to the table. She set it before Dante. Three little girls stood in the Rossi garden. Anna and I flanked either side. Between us stood a smaller girl, half a head shorter. Her hair hung in loose tangles, and her dress was plain. Her face was unforgettable. Even as a child, she was devastatingly beautiful. A cross-shaped scar marked her left ankle, distinct as a brand. Dante studied the photograph for a long moment. Something shifted in his expression. "This girl," he said slowly. "Those eyes. That bone structure."

Who could resist a figure like that? She was sitting on an old wooden chair, leaning slightly forward. Her peach-shaped behind was taut, full and rounded. Her body moved, both her chest and butt jiggling with the motion. My heart seemed to sway along with her. I gulped hard. My whole body burned uncontrollably. When my gaze dropped lower, I realized Ms. Johnston was holding a large toy in her hand. It was pressed against the front of her dress, slowly sliding downward. What was she about to do? Could it be…

Hot cum fills my pussy, drips down my thighs, splashes across my face and breasts. When they're finally done, I'm a mess. Cum leaks from every hole, my body covered in handprints and bite marks, my face streaked with tears and makeup. The collar still digs into my neck, the leash a constant reminder of my submission. Derek steps forward, phone in hand. "Say goodbye to the camera, pet." I look up through swollen eyes, forcing myself to meet the lens. "Goodbye," I whisper, my voice hoarse from screaming. He smirks, putting his phone away. "Good girl. Now crawl back to your room and wait for your next lesson."

He bends down and cups my chin, forcing my face up to meet his gaze. "You are one beautiful woman, Brie. And you're all mine," he murmurs. "Get up." His power is soft full of sensual promise. Shakily, I get to my feet. "Look at me," he breathes, and I stare up into his smoldering neon gaze. It is his Dom gaze – cold, challenging, and sexy. My mouth dries, and I know I will do anything he asks. An almost cruel smile plays across his lips.

just so damn beautiful! Again, she went down on me, nose buried in my pubes, and cock buried in her throat. Her eyes rolled back, totally satisfied with her man's cock, probing her throat. She started slamming her face hard into my pubes, face fucking and trying to go even deeper. I smiled, thinking my Roberto could definitely hold its own, any day, against that glass dildo. *********************************************************************

I winked, and he shakes his head, amused. “ You're going to ruin my outfit. Keep your hands off me until we are back home.” I bent my head, making a puppy dog face. “ But I want a quickie. Right now. A fondle. Right here,” I said with a sultry ring to my voice, and released the towel, letting my hand travel to my chest to cup my breast. The towel falls off my body and lands with a gentle thud. I let my hair down, and packed it over one shoulder, concealing one of my breasts while the other reflects in his eyes.

Engagement. She let the other strap fall, the cheap fabric pooling at her elbows, revealing her small, pale breasts. She cupped them, thumbs brushing over her nipples, hardening them under her touch and the cool air of the apartment. “Is this what Daddy wants to see?” she whispered, leaning closer to the cam, her eyes fixed on the lens, imagining a single person on the other side. DaddyD53: Closer. Let me see those pretty eyes. She obeyed, her face filling the screen. Her eyes, a plain hazel in real life, looked darker, larger under the ring light.

He experienced multiple orgasms and ejaculated inside the doll's clit. A few seconds later, Russell collapsed on top of the doll. "Wow, this is dope!" Russell gushes in absolute awe while staring at the doll's face. All he can see is Sherry. Whoever designed the sex doll, that person was an expert in putting all his requests into the doll. Russell smirked and rested his head on the doll's flat tummy, gently caressing her legs. He raised his head and whispered in her ears, "I love you, sweetie!"