Your Submissive Doll Novels & Stories

That diary could direct you to his world but you needed to be worthy first. “ Opposite? ” Tobias raised his eyebrows in amusement, his eyes taking in the woman before him. She was acting so bold yet her body was trembling in front of him. “ Opposite. ” Hazel nodded her head like a robot, her hazel orbs still boring in his Chocolate brown one's. Tobias hummed placing his hands beside her head and looking in her eyes. She flinched the moment he leaned more closer, his arms caging her and making sure she had no way of escape left.

"You're submissive." Dante's footsteps halted, Nate hearing a long exhale from him. "Now that," he glanced over his shoulder with a smirk, "I am." He returned his gaze to the front door and shrugged his shoulders, lifting his hands as well, "I thought you'd be able to satisfy me after you screamed at me today and I adored when you threatened to kill me." He began walking forward again, "But you're useless to me. And you have to pay your debt for threatening to take my life, so—"

“Look at you. My perfect baby girl, naked and waiting for her Daddy exactly as she was told. So obedient. So ready to learn how Daddy really likes to fuck.” He opened the bag and pulled out several items: soft black rope, leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a thick leather belt. My heart raced faster at the sight. “From now on, sweetheart,” he said as he climbed onto the bed behind me, “when we are in this room, you are not just my daughter. You are my submissive little fucktoy. My personal cumslut. Daddy is going to show you exactly how he wants sex. Rough. Controlling. Deep. And you are going to take every single thing I give you. Understand?”

At the cabinet full of things I'd never seen before. I was a virgin. Twenty-three years old. The only sex I'd ever had was a blurry memory from high school graduation, the after-party, too much cheap vodka, a boy whose name I couldn't remember. I'd woken up the next morning with a headache and torn clothes and a vague sense that something had happened. I'd never been sure. I'd never wanted to be. But standing here, in this red room, with a man who called me Doll, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. A pull. A heat. A part of myself I'd locked away a long time ago.

“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.

Besides, Jerald doesn't look like the kind of man who would consider other people's opinion but his. “The Submissive will freely serve Sir sexually in any way. Any way?” She took a moment to adjust the information and then sighed. “The Submissive will accept punishments from Sir within the limits defined.” She read each and every limit. Which lead to the use of sex toys and she had to search each and one of them on the internet on her new phone and she started to make changes. No clippers, no unnecessary objects inside of me she says. “If The Submissive cannot immediately obey an instruction, she must kneel down in front of Sir and state the valuable reason why.” Oh come on.

She simply continued with her explanations. "Listen, Harry... a submissive has to be an adorable, peaceful person because they have to be willing to serve... and the role suits your teenage look very well because a sub has to want to learn, yearn for new experiences, just like younger guys. It's not easy to find that in someone of a reasonable age." She laughed. "And even less so in someone as attractive as you." "Attractive?" He was surprised.

Returning to her handcuffed submissive, Dana asked, "Ever used one of these?" "Nooooo," Jasmine replied, as Dana rubbed the toy up and down her pet's wet pussy lips. "Another first," Dana smiled, as she slid the wide dildo into Jasmine's wet cunt. "Aaaaaaaah," Jasmine moaned, the big toy enhancing the buzzing in her other hole. Dana smiled, as she ordered, "Move onto your side, my dp slut." Jasmine struggled to move into the instructed position in her bound position, but eventually did.

“Have you followed my orders and not touched your pussy?” She nods her head. Her breathing catching as I can feel her excitement. I run my fingers over her soft exposed shoulders. I move in front of her taking her chin in my hand. I run my thumb across her plump lips. Once again smearing her lipstick across her face. “You look so much more beautiful when you are a mess. Lipstick smeared, eyes watered and your body begging for more.” I run my finger along her cheek. “Are you ready to submit to me little doll?” She eagerly nods her head at me. In the room is a chair, bed and a bench.