Your Submissive Doll Face Reveal Novels & Stories

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.

Then her head turned frantically from side to side, realizing she was naked, spread wide, and unable to move. “What… what is this?” she whispered, voice hoarse. “Cassiana… where am I? Let me go right now!” I stood up slowly, letting her see me fully. I wore nothing but a sheer black babydoll that barely covered my breasts and left my shaved pussy completely exposed. In my right hand I held a thick, realistic dildo, veins and all, already glistening with lube. I smiled at her, wide and bright, the kind of smile that showed too many teeth.

“But you love us anyway.” I rolled my eyes at Dorla’s stubbornness and got up from the table. “Fine. Do you want proof?” I muttered. I walked over to the shelf in the corner of the living room, bent down, and opened the small storage box underneath. I rummaged for a second before pulling out our thick, black strap on harness with the realistic dildo attached. I held it up triumphantly and waved it in front of Dorla. “This is it,” I said with a smirk. “This is the strap on.”

If this was what death felt like, I would go through this phase over and over again. I pulled away, watching my little doll turn red, her lips swollen. I tugged her robe down to her hips, revealing her two moderate peaches, round and with nipples pink and hard for me. Knowing my sly little doll, she tried squirming away, her hands moving to cover her chest. But she was crazy to think I’d let her.

She moves slightly, and I see her heart-shaped face, red lips, and dark green eyes. I can tell from Nick's posture that he's annoyed, and Will too, but they're both making polite conversation. The way the woman acts, not looking directly into their eyes, tells me that she's a sub, she's probably already played with them or was a sub of theirs. The saleswoman came up to me, as I was still at the front of the store, she saw where I was looking, I could see her body tense up, perhaps expecting me to make a scene, but she just smiled.

said Celea after watching herself in the mirror her black long hair was let open it fell down the waves made it look like a waterfall she had simple makeup wich consists of a small, thin eyeliner wing, mascara some silvery glitter eye shadow, blush and rosy lip gloss she had a soft light gray dress the color of her eyes, the dress had very long sleeves, the dress was tight at the top and loose at the bottom it was a soft look and it made her look like a fairy " of course you do, you are my dauther after all" said Bella proudly " indeed I am" " Now it's my turn to play dolls, sit down and I will prepare the both of you for the ball" Celea said looking at Bella and Kaya to wich they started gi

Josh spoke in a hushed tone, "Dude, your mate is scary as fuck." "I second that emotion." The response had come from Jax, who was walking towards us with a nodding Fin. They took up the seat next to Josh, Jax sitting on Fin's lap. Fin wrapped his hand around Jax's waist as he spoke, "First, he beats Nico, then he causes his Beta to submit. Now he's curled up in your lap. He's definitely not your normal sub. In fact, if I didn't see the way he acted around you, I don't think I'd consider him a sub at all. I'd rather not get on his bad side."

But after his first look, he couldn't help but take a second, and then his eyes were stuck gaped open. Dante was on his knees, extended his palm with the knife and couldn't stop panting as if he was a tired dog. He even had unbuttoned the top of his dress shirt and revealed what he had been hiding; there was a black collar around his neck with a chain tied, which he held up as well. When he lifted his head, Nate realized the slight tint of pink on Dante's cheeks, as if he was slightly embarrassed and nervous, a child finally able to do what he pleased the most. After a few seconds of them staring at one another, Dante finally spoke. But his voice had changed; it was breathless and soft, echo

On screen, Julian burst out of the shower, heading straight for a giant Plush Wolf Doll. His hands roamed its body with abandon, movements so unrestrained they made my stomach churn. His gaze was molten with desire—like he was staring at his true Luna. The toy let out breathy, sensual moans.

Her chest slams into the mattress, and I shove her face into the pillow, muffling any protests. She gasps. But the pillow drinks it. “Wai—” “Your hideous face is the last thing I want to see when I take you.” And she goes still. Completely still. Her back, once arched with tension, collapses. She submits. I hit her where it hurt most. Her face. The scar. Her one vulnerability—the only crack in her defiance. It was the lowest I’ve ever sunk. And I relished it. Disgusting? Maybe.