Your Submissive Doll Novels & Stories

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.

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!"

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.

Send me a photo of you completely naked so I know what I'm working with. I already had plenty of photos saved from previously conversations. The one I looked best in and kept it the most anonymous was me in front of a full length mirror, completely naked but with the background blurred out. I sent it straight away. YoungDomme: Mmm great body. I like that you have some hair on your body but not loads. Also that you're muscular. Most submissives are weak, skinny men. The idea of dominating a real man like you is perfect. SubMan40: Thank you, Mistress. I'm glad you approve.

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.