Your Submissive Doll Novels & Stories

They whistled at me and pressed my head onto the table. Dylan pressed a bottle of liquor to my face. "Do you still think you're still a high and mighty heiress? Wake up and accept reality, chick! You're nothing but a lowly escort now! "I've always wondered whether you were telling the truth when you told Neal you smelled amazing when being intimate with someone. I'm going to verify that today!"

She hugged the blanket over her chest and looked at me with utmost fear in her eyes. I reached out to touch her face but was immediately pushed away, "Doll. Listen to me." This was an order for her and she had no choice but to obey unconditionally. Because that was the condition of our transaction when I spent money to buy her body and her obedience. But over time, I found myself pampering this little doll to the point where she began to dare to rebel against me. Her cherry lips were pressed together tightly to prevent tears from falling. Damn it, I was feeling sorry for her and tried to lower my tone.

If you cannot speak I will give you a ball to drop or you tap a part of my body -I expect you to answer my texts and calls within a reasonable time -Never be late to meet me, I don't like to wait The Submissive I, Mason Dharma, request of Damon Zhang the acceptance of my submission. I grant ownership of my mind and body and accept your care and protection of free will and open heart. Through this agreement, we may strengthen our bond and increase intimacy. I vow to provide my body to fulfill your needs to the fullest of my ability. Use of my body will be at your discretion. Furthermore, I will strive to better serve your needs and accept your guidance to help me become a better person.

I don't know what it was about her, but the way she spoke, the dominance and confidence behind it intrigued me. SubMan40: That works for me, Mistress. What are you into? As I watched the three dots at the bottom of the screen show that she was typing, my hand went to my hard cock and slowly stroked it. YoungDomme: I like total, sexual control. For example, you are not allowed to touch your cock unless I say so, my submissive. Fuck. I actually gasped and then let go of my cock. Then she sent another message. YoungDomme: Other things I am into is degrading, humiliation, orgasm control, breeding fetish and anal play. That's just to name a few.

My throat once again bubbled. “Women should always be submissive, whether in bed or not. It isn’t that much fun when they’re disobedient and you remember what I did to you when you were acting out of place?” his tongue ran across my skin that if it wasn’t the belt which held my hands together, I would have grabbed his head, pressing further against my neck. “Now that’s enough talking, I want to actually try something fun with you doll…..close your eyes and no peeking else you will be punished and trust me, you won’t be enjoying the punishment.”

he rasped, his voice a low, husky scrape that vibrated against her chest. Sahara closed her eyes once more, surrendering to the darkness behind her lids as he returned his attention to her body. His hands were rough and demanding, wandering over the curves of her waist and hips, exploring every inch of her skin with a possessive grip that left no room for misunderstanding. She did not resist. Instead, she let her limbs fall heavy and open, surrendering herself to him once again. She tilted her neck, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat, willing to give him whatever he wanted, over and over, hoping that one day he might finally look at her with the same adoration she felt for him. Her f

A grim thought enters my mind as I carefully watch him, so transfixed. I am his doll. I used to play with dolls when I was a little girl. When my mama is still alive, and my father is still sober. This is exactly how you play a doll. Dressed it up. Making sure that it always looks good and beautiful, and prepping it like a princess. Just like me. I thought I would be sleeping down in a basement, but instead, he put me in this spacious room with all the lavish comfort it brings, but that doesn’t change the fact that I am no more than an object to his eyes.

I ask her. She nods. “Say it honey, I need you to say it with your mouth” I tell her. “Yes, Mistress,” she says firmly. “I'm here to be your submissive.” “And what is a submissive??” I drawl. “A submissive is an owned girl, property of a dominant,” she replies. “Good girl,” I smirk. “Now, what does a submissive do?” “To serve their masters or mistress,” she replies with no hesitation. “Good girl!” Then I touch her ass softly, causing her to inhale sharply as my nails scratch her skin.

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

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