Your Submissive Doll Novels & Stories

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.

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

A cocky CEO Alpha, who once was infatuated with me, ended up making me the submissive doll I am today only to reject me the moment he found his mate. "Do you like it when I call you slut?" I nodded meekly, to the man in front of me knowing all men are the same. Males like him want to hear those submissive words. I know what he wants from me, is written all over his handsome face. Is a pity he is so fucked up like me. He opens my mouth and thrust two fingers deep down my throat. I have to stick out my tongue in order for him to glide his fingers inside, making me gag but I compose myself quickly. My jaw is trained to suppress the instincts to throw up. “Now swallow” He puts his cock on my mo

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.

“That is my submissive female.” I rewarded her submission by engaging the remote, sending a high-frequency vibration surging from the silicone device nestled against her clit. Her anatomy jolted the instant the electrical pulse hit her nerves, providing absolute confirmation the asset remained anchored in place. “An exceptionally, exceptionally good female.” After briefly entertaining the dominant script of forcing her to crawl across the boards to my boots—a visual that would likely have triggered an immediate ejaculation inside my trousers—I stood from the stone prop and crossed the distance, completely consumed by the desire to manifest this specific carnal fantasy center stage.

He was just a figment. I smiled sweetly. My head going up and down to the dildo in my left hand as my right hand continued palming my breasts. My eyes never leaving the gray ones of my phantom, Yulian. He was undressing me with his eyes that I felt naked under his piercing stares. The more he scrutinizes me the more that my body hunger for him. I wanted him. I craved for him. Those hands, those lips… ugh. I simply couldn’t resist the unknown desire my body just learned.

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

Like clockwork, Danielle whimpered louder, her hips gyrating back and forth and cries of pleasure coming from the young woman. Duncan grinned, looking over at Kelly and Conner, both flashing him smiles. He winked, then pushed Danielle back, telling her to get down on all fours. "You see, Danielle is a very good submissive, and she absolutely relishes being one. She gets aroused when she's being treated like a sexual object. She's also quite the little exhibitionist, and she likes that we're in the room with her, watching her be a little slut."

I want to savor it. I reach beside me and pull him closer—my doll, my perfect boy. He’s lifelike, soft silicone skin, dark hair, full lips parted just enough. I spent months choosing him: broad shoulders, tight abs, that gorgeous ass I can’t get enough of. I position him between my legs, facing me, his molded cock resting against my inner thigh like he’s already hard for me.

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."