Your Submissive Doll Novels & Stories

I sighed first before I spoke, still, my eyes were on her and I still kept smiling in front of her and with Kade, which looks like he wanted to keep Sofia away from me because he feels there was tension now between us. Then I averted my eyes on him as I continued for my final words. “And FYI, Sofia, I do not steal if it’s not my own. I can buy everything that I want as it is original. You know me, Sofia, my cousin. I do not prefer buying those already second-hand as it has already been used and will just turn to break easily..” as I uttered that to her, her mood suddenly changed as it looks like she will turn evil. I just keep smiling at her.

Her response interested me; I saw a young, fighting, and determined spirit in her. "Hmph, what if I say I don't want money?" I taunted her. "Then I will do anything you wish, sir!" Came Her ambitious tone "Are you sure?" I cocked my head backward to give her a deadly glare, indicating she shouldn't dare me. She nods her head at me, making me more intrigued by her. "What if I say, I will mold you to be the best athlete among your peers, and in return, you will be my sex doll?" I pronounced expecting some type of shock expression, but I received none before a shocking question knocked me off. "What's a sex doll, sir?"

He moved the finger out and Inside of my mouth as if fucking my mouth with his finger, and my horniest knew no bounds as it took over me, and I bet how much I want him at that moment. "Yes," I uttered his finger still in my mouth. "I'd be your submissive," I said, watching his stern look, and he made a smug smile. I just gave in to him. I reminded myself but this is not the time to act with pride. I want this tattooed guy. Right now, inside me. With force.

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.

Those shameless creatures! I was really not thinking straight because I'm just letting Elijah explore my body. I opened my eyes when I felt him caress my right cheek. Desire was really visible in his eyes. "Now wrap your legs around me, babe," he said and held my hips as he kissed me on the lips. I immediately obeyed what he said. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was still readying myself when he suddenly entered me. I closed my eyes tightly and dug my nail on his back when I felt the pain. It was as if my femininity had been torn apart.

I take a deep bath, pick up a flare red lace lingerie that pushes up my breasts close to my neck. Settled, I drop my phone when no reply comes in and I pick up my Kindle then pick my phone back up. I need to figure this out. I need to know how this dynamic works in the real world. I spend the next two hours on Reddit and different BDSM forums. Q: How to make your Dom Master happy? A: Be submissive. Dress sexy. Be flexible. Flexible? That’s concerning. Even if I were slim, I don't think I’d be flexible. I can’t even dance.

He can't know anything. Aiden snorts, cold. “Please. I’d have to fuck a girl to feel anything for her. Danika listens. She’s structured. She fits into my schedule at Velmorian.” “You’d take her there?” “Yes,” Aiden replies. “They don’t have submissives. I need one who follows orders.” Miller chuckles darkly. “No man wants a girl with brains, Mr. Abbott. You’ll rot her. A good submissive needs nothing but a body and an empty head. Something to fuck and fill with obedience. You’ll ruin her with books and agency.”

And the rush of the lie felt absolutely incredible to my inner beast. “But enough about my small projects. What brings the high enforcer to the commercial counters, Councilman?” I flipped a few loose strands of dark hair off my shoulder and deliberately placed a soft, lingering hand right against his heavily muscled forearm, hoping the physical touch would force the blood straight out of his brain and down into his trousers. The giant immediately let out a choked cough, his tan neck turning an unmistakable shade of deep red. That was exactly the submissive reaction my wolf was hunting for.

This sweet little puppy, this perfect doll, made some switch flip in my mind because now all I could almost see myself doing was fucking her, playing with her until I finally get to take her life away. Maybe it was the way she begged or the way the words slipped from her mouth so fast she couldn’t censor herself. Or maybe it was the quiet sobs and the big tears that were rocking her body. Or it was the fact that she was lying in front of me, restrained and naked, and her body was trembling as it waited for my touch.

Picking the loofah back up, I add more soap to it and start washing her all over again. “So, Baby Doll, that right there was me dominating a willing submissive.” I motion her to sit up so I can wash her back, “Are you telling me that you would deny yourself that kind of pleasure? I know how to take care of my subs,” I bring her back toward me and whisper in her ear, “and I know how to give extreme pleasure as you can see.” I place a tender kiss on her temple, “Think about it, Aria. I won’t lie, I want you, but I won’t be something I’m not.”