Your Submissive Doll Novels & Stories

I answered truthfully, shaking my head slightly and slightly pulling my lips down. —I don't remember it possibly, —he discovers,— however, I realize that whoever gave it to me said that it looked like me, that it had my eyes.— Also, I realize that someone was or alternatively is—inocula—vital for me, but why else would I keep it? When all is said and done, I gave her each of my dolls on my fourteenth birthday, why didn't I give her this one?

“Oh, it’s beautiful Tom. But you really didn’t have to get me anything” “Anna. As my submissive I want you to wear this”, he responded, ignoring me, “if you agree, then I want you to wear this tomorrow night. Do you want to try it on?” He questioned. I was eager to see how it looked so I nodded. He moved my hair from around my neck and staring straight back at me in the mirror was a hickey obviously given to me by Dan. Before I could try and cover it, Tom noticed. He traced his hand along it, pressing in to see how much pain he could inflict before I said something.

“Well then, you’re going to have them with me. Every single day with me as your dominant and you…. As my submissive… “ He told her. She was now trapped with him and now, she is his submissive and him… her dominant. THIS BOOK CONTAINS HIGHLY SEXUAL CONTENT AND ABUSE. IF YOU CAN'T STAND ANY MENTION ABOVE, THEN KINDLY PASS.

She took a deep breath, heat rising in her cheeks as she slowly got down on her knees. He watched her with a predatory gaze, his voice low and commanding. “Good girl, now crawl to me.” He leaned back against the leather chair, his eyes never leaving her as she hesitantly crawled towards him. “That’s my doll.” He reached down, running his hand through her hair possessively. Her cheeks flushed deeper. Rhys caressed her ear. “Unzip my pants.” Her hands trembled, the wetness between her legs was making it hard as she fumbled with the zip of his slacks. And when she unzipped, her eyes widened at the sight of his hardened length.

She was so responsive, allowing me to have my wicked way with her like a true submissive. I wanted to make her exactly that. My submissive. Willing to take my cock. Willing to give me pleasure. Her body was perfect for it. So supple and curvy and damn that ass. That perfectly peach-shaped ass. I couldn't wait to sink between them. I wanted to see the look on her face when I did. "Lay down," I ordered, watching as she swiftly obeyed. Her tits bounced lightly. They looked like round-shaped cakes with her red nipples serving as the cherry on top.

I stop, turning to look at him. “I will tell you how to prove it to me. Be a true wife, one who submits willingly to my claim. When I choose to assert my dominion over you, surrender yourself without reservation. Grant me the honour of children, thus sealing our bond with the promise of lineage.” I open my mouth but words do not form.

"Trust me, Isabella. You're not there to belong. You're there to conquer." I look at myself in the mirror. Maybe it's time to show New York I'm nobody's property. "Okay. What time?" "Seven. I'll pick you up." Two hours later, I stand before my closet. I choose a navy silk dress. Simple, elegant, with a back that plunges dangerously low. This dress is a weapon. Every step I take is a promise of war. The doorbell rings. My heart pounds. Julian stands there in a white polo and khakis.

I moaned loosing control over my own body at the moment. Xaden approached me like a predator hunting its prey. He licked his lips looking at me like I was a meal to devour. He leaned in and crushed his lip on mine. It was soft and passionate at first. Before it turned into a kiss of dominion. His tongue claimed my mouth sucking the living day light of me. “Ahh” I moaned into the kiss as I arched into him. It seems so that my body had a mind on his own. I hated that I enjoyed how they made moan in just a few minutes.

He grunted, "Damn, this toy is as heavy as a human." Daniel explained, "It's made to match a real body one-to-one. Even the parts are carefully replicated." George admired my body, his eyes wandering all over, making my body burn. I never once expected a stranger to look at me that way. A burning desire deep in me instantly lit up. He fondled my fullness, then let his hands wander to my waist before placing them on my abdomen. He lifted my skirt to admire my bottom half. To make things more convincing, Daniel had not let me wear any underwear.