Your Submissive Doll Face Reveal Novels & Stories

The first man smiles and drools with lust after the sack is open and reveals what's inside. A pale face of a beautiful girl of 14-15 years was revealed to both of them. She has a sweet face that gives the feeling of a fragile princess. Small but beautiful shaped mouth. Her black hair is long until her ankle. She has a little body, small hands and feet, just like a priceless, precious porcelain doll. "You see? She's gorgeous! Even though she's a corpse now we can still have some fun with her!" That man said, full of lust he's unbinding his sash and quickly taking off his pants.

My Doll! The endearing claim of possession he expressed over her stirred her heartstrings and she smiled wide "Of course, I love them, I love them so much," she wanted to please the man at any cost "Which role play do you like the most?," he asked as he parked the car and gazed at her "Eh!, Master Rebel, I'm too shy to say it," she looked down "Come on tell me, what’s there to be shy about between us now, aren’t we going to do the inevitable, and you have already seen the most private part of my body.. Tell me, so that I can spice things up for us and not disappoint you,”

Crackers, maybe? Heart pounding, I peeled the velvet back. Underneath: a few chunks of hardtack and half a protein bar. I froze. Stared at the girl on the bed, still playing dead. She was faking. But why? What was she trying to pull? Did Ms. Deinert know? I looked at her perfect, peaceful face—and felt pure horror. She wasn't some helpless victim. She was a monster.

Everyone leaned in, plagued by intrigue. “…a special trait has been selected.” The screen flashed brightly once more. “NEW TRAIT ACQUIRED: SEX APPEAL." The room went dead quiet. Everyone trying to suppress their laughter. He choked. “Excuse me—WHAT?” The doll’s stitched smile widened impossibly. “Trust me, it's necessary because apparently,” the system said cheerfully, “you don't know how to make a woman wet.” The room erupted into laughter, gasps, and whistles.

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

She giggles softly. " Sir, I can't wait to be entirely yours... " she moans. I turn on the call camera and place it on my desk, once again hiding my face. This time I let her see the monument in my pants in all its glory. Little Jonathan's 21 centimeters will be all hers for a few minutes. Lolla does as I say and shows her pussy wide open, spreading her legs. At that moment I can do anything and I want everything. I own her and I want to hear her moan. I open my suit shirt just a little so that I don't get dirty. The powerful member begging for relief reaches almost to my navel in this position. Lolla slips her fingers into her bowels, already wet from her master's orders, and her moans are

Her eyes are full of mercy, as if forgiving all the sins of the world. I take a picture of the painting. The glossy varnish reflects the light like a mirror. I post it to social media. The caption: "Seeing the light." —— Damien's POV I stare at the photo on my phone. Zooming in again and again. "Seeing the light." A damn word game. She's mocking me. I zoom in as far as I can. Stare at the blurred reflection. The silhouette of a man. Handing her something. The gesture is natural. Intimate. Like two lovers.

I couldn’t see her face as she was wearing a lace mask to hide her eyes yet, it was obvious she was very beautiful, with soft feminine features that made her look like she was out of a fairytale. In the pictures, she was dressed in lacy lingerie and in some, she was naked. I raised up the first one, where she was kneeling, her tongue extended and her jet black hair rolled into a messy bun atop her head, but it took nothing from her beauty. Her hands were bound behind her and her nipples were clamped with nipple clamps. I dropped that and picked up another one, where she was laying on a bed, with her legs spread apart, showing off a toy in her asshole. My eyes widened and I blinked in surpri

I toss my phone onto the bed like it doesn’t matter anymore. Then I move deliberately. I know he’s watching through the camera. I tilt my head up and stare straight into the dark lens, letting him see that I know. My lips curl into a slow, defiant little smirk. I reach for the box in my drawer and pull out my toys one by one, laying them in a neat row along the edge of the huge mattress like an offering. My sucking clit-licker, the medium dildo with the suction base, the thicker one I save for when I’m really desperate. They glint under the soft bedroom light.

Pleasure sparked, sharp and unwanted, flooding her with guilt and desire. Deeper emotions stirred in Lila—fear of the unknown, the innocence she cherished cracking under this dark intrusion. Yet, part of her, the part that devoured those stories, yearned for the surrender. The doll's other hand climbed her torso, pushing up her tank top to expose her small breasts. Its fingers pinched her nipples, rolling them until they hardened into peaks. Lila moaned softly, her wide eyes glazing over. 'Why does it feel... good?' she wondered, tears pricking her eyes from the conflict. The spirit inside the doll fed on her fear, she could sense it, growing stronger with each tremble.