Your Submissive Doll Face Reveal Novels & Stories

she purrs as she licks her lips while she eye fucks me before turning back to the stove. “Oh, I am SOOOOO in for taking punishment. Yes, yes, yes! Did you see our mate’s eyes sparkle at the thought of punishing us? I’ll be a submissive for her. Fuck yes, I will!” Zeus exclaims, already rolling over on his back and showing his belly for Rose.

In a dimly lit roOm far from the Grayson estate, a woman’s hand trembled as she brushed the edge of a silver picture frame. With a pained, guttural sob, she pressed the frame face-down onto the mahogany desk, as if she couldn't bear to let the eyes in the photo witness what came next. She picked up a beautifully crafted, lifelike doll sitting nearby, straightened her silk dress, and opened the door to face the world.

Yoder gave me some basic instructions, and I quickly complied. I got down on my hands and knees, my breasts swinging underneath me. Then I turned around, thrusting my ass up as I pressed my tits into the mattress, spreading my legs to more fully expose my bald pussy and asshole to the seeking camera lens. With a smile, I looked over my right shoulder in time to see Sally drop her dress to the ground. Her tits really were spectacular – gravity-defying globes tanned to a healthy glow, thick brown nipples that were already hard and nearly as big around as they were long.

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.

“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.

Darius carried the box to the table. Then carefully peeled back the tape. No sounds. No movement. Just an ordinary cardboard box. He lifted the lid. And within seconds, his entire expression changed. Aurora immediately stood. "What is it?" Darius didn't answer. He simply stared at the contents. Aurora walked over. Then froze. Inside the box was a doll. But not an ordinary doll. Its face was stained and worn. Its eyes were different sizes. One side looked as though it had been deliberately damaged.

Her face contorted in pleasure, giving me a view of the woman in front of me. "Cum for me, doll," I rasped. I knew I was also soaked in sweat, but it did nothing to stop me from engaging her in a searing kiss that left us both breathless. "I want you to cum as you ride me. I want your juices sliding down my cock." The need was more than I could fight off. She shook and bumped her body against my lap a couple of times and then fell into my arms, limp and lifeless like a rag doll.

he said slowly. “What is it baby?” I said. “I want you to show me your ass” he said. I got on my hands and knees on the bed and pushed my ass into the air while I rested my head on the sheets in the most overt display of submission that I could think of. “Is this good?” I asked with a smirk across my face. “That’s perfect mom, why don’t you get those cheeks a little further apart so I can see what you’re hiding” he ordered.

His breath was hitting my face and my eyes teared up. "Hey, what are you doing? Leave the lady alone." An anonymous voice said. Saim laughed. "Lady? This one. Huh" he grabbed my chin harshly all of a sudden making me gasp. "She's a pretty faced doll. Don't be fooled by her innocent eyes. She's just a slut. I wonder how many men have done that to her....and much more... Right babe."