Your Submissive Doll Face Reveal Novels & Stories

I grab her jaw and squeeze it tightly. -Look at me well, my beautiful, it's up to you to choose: either you agree to be with me, to be my submissive, to be my slave 24 hours a day, or I kill your parents. I show her the video of her parents sleeping in their bedroom. You see, I know where they are. They can die today, right at this moment, so you choose, it's yes or it's no. She starts to cry. -Why are you doing this, why? You were nice yesterday, why are you so mean today?

“Agreed.” Ryder nods, his dark eyes already tracking across the room toward the other woman. And specifically toward her large, surgically enhanced breasts, which feature blood-red teardrop crystals dangling from her pierced nipples. Standing back in the corner, I do my absolute best impression of a submissive who has been completely relegated to the back burner by an uncaring Master. I drop down into a traditional slave posture, keeping my head bowed, and wait.

Seeing me, her face turn to a scowl. Oh babe! The feeling is mutual. “ What do you want ?” To expose you. “ I just want to give you this.” I replied, walking towards her. Her face scrunched up in confusion looking at me. A step away from her, I splashed the drink on her face. I heard several gasp. They are yet to be in shock, when they see her ugly face I'm sure they will do more than gasping. Time for a show. Hehehehe

She's a grown woman! "She's Caldwell's daughter," I hissed at myself, yet moved rapidly down the hall, reaching the last guest room. I pushed the door open and stepped in. The sight that greeted me caused my cock to throb mercilessly, demanding release. My pet was on her knees, her tits were out of her dress, revealing their pink stiff nipples. Her dress barely covered her hanging ass. She batted those seductive eyes at me, looking so fucking submissive. "Hi Daddy," she sounded breathless.

Joel felt it would be a fucking honour to have her beside him forever. He closed the tab of the laptop showing her account and opened a G****e document he had jotted all his findings. He began to send them to her. Title: Tips on how to kiss and tease at same time. Nima had used a sex doll, but she managed to pull it off, since the lips was just as kissable as a human's one. She made a few touches on the doll that would obviously made a man want to kiss the entire airs out of her lungs, before he will aggressively fuck her.

She simply salutes the moving camera, unconcerned about the verbal assaults directed at her. I can say that she is the true definition of a living doll as I look at the monitor where they focused her face. Dude, she's stunning. She had this adorable defined nose, rosy cheeks, reddish plump lips, and moon pale skin. Even pimple will be afraid to touch her skin. Other girls would die for her hourglass body shape and curves. Her doe-shaped eyes caught my attention, her unusual pair of eyes. Those slitted irises and purple-colored pupils, which resembles a dragon's eye. The tattoo that settled on her lower cheek complemented her fiery appearance. Normally, I do not appreciate women's beauty, but

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.

One was tied hands and legs to a pole with her small ass out, while the other with a strap-on fucked her from behind. The second which was a little more interesting than the first, starred a woman who was the sub, and her three male doms. The sub was turned down, her legs and hands spread apart on two poles. Her fake, plastic boobs were on clamps and she had a red blindfold over her eyes which was the only piece of clothing on her body.

Medium size, smooth, strong enough to tear a scream out of me. I stripped my shirt off, revealing the lingerie I’d put on earlier. Black, scandalous, my tits spilling out of it, my pussy exposed. I grabbed the cat-face mask, slipped it on, and felt my heart race. My nipples were stiff already, and my pussy was wet enough to drip. I hit the green button. A dick filled the screen instantly. A big one, thick, veiny, twitching as the guy’s hand slid along it, his face wasn't showing, only his dick and it's normal because most of the guys don't show their faces.

My barely-there black sequin dress caught the light of the disco ball. My makeup was sharp and aggressive: blood-red lips and smoky, winged eyeliner that formed a seductive cat-eye. I imagined Rocco's frown, the disgusted look in his eyes he'd give me before telling me to go back and change. But this was the real me, Rosalie Thorne, the Thorn Principessa, who never had to dull her edges for anyone. Just like now. Julian had booked us the prime circular booth in the center of the club. Across from me, a male model, barely twenty, was blushing as he stared at my collarbone.