Your Submissive Doll Novels & Stories

"You've been a very naughty girl, haven't you? Begging for more, like a desperate little slut." Nadia whimpered, her eyes downcast. "Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress." Maria grabbed a fistful of Nadia's hair, yanking her head back. "Apologies are not enough, pet. You need to be punished." She released Nadia, striding over to her dresser and retrieving a large, black strap-on. Nadia's eyes widened, her breath coming in short gasps. Maria stepped into the harness, securing it around her hips. The dildo protruded obscenely, a mocking imitation of a man's cock. She approached Nadia, trailing the tip along the submissive's cheek.

“Agreed.” Ryder nods, his dark eyes already tracking across the room toward the other woman. And specifically toward her large, surgically enhanced breasts, which feature blood-red teardrop crystals dangling from her pierced nipples. Standing back in the corner, I do my absolute best impression of a submissive who has been completely relegated to the back burner by an uncaring Master. I drop down into a traditional slave posture, keeping my head bowed, and wait.

They almost sound the same. “What does it mean to sign a submissive contract”. She typed and tapped for answers. “Lifestyle submissive have sets of rules between themselves and their partners which govern their relationship. It might be small things such as calling your partner a term like ‘sir’ or ‘master’, it could be doing domestic labor, or it could involve spending large amounts of time naked in a cage”. She read and she almost choked on her own breath. She began to cough while caressing her neck which woke Silver up from sleep.

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.”

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.”

she purred into the microphone, her breath soft thunder, “tonight, we return to the order of things.” She walked a slow circle around the submissive, gloved fingers brushing his shoulders, then snapping against his skin. In the dimly lit WREC room, the air buzzed with anticipation as Domica, dressed in a sleek, black bodysuit, stood before her sub, a man who trembled with a mix of excitement and submission. She commanded him to his knees, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "You know what you are, don't you?" she asked, her eyes locked on his. "You're my plaything, my pet. And you're going to do exactly as I say." The sub nodded, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, his body trembling with antic

She giggles softly. " Sir, I can't wait to be entirely yours... " she moans. I turn on the call camera and place it on my desk, once again hiding my face. This time I let her see the monument in my pants in all its glory. Little Jonathan's 21 centimeters will be all hers for a few minutes. Lolla does as I say and shows her pussy wide open, spreading her legs. At that moment I can do anything and I want everything. I own her and I want to hear her moan. I open my suit shirt just a little so that I don't get dirty. The powerful member begging for relief reaches almost to my navel in this position. Lolla slips her fingers into her bowels, already wet from her master's orders, and her moans are

Images flickered through my head, tall men in leather, women kneeling, scenes that felt both distant and strangely intimate. My mouth answered before my brain caught up. “Sub.” She studied me for a moment, unconvinced, then nodded. “And are you here to observe, or are you looking for a partner?” “Definitely looking for a partner.” She took two wristbands from a drawer beneath the desk and motioned for my hand. “This one means you’re a submissive,” she said as she slipped the white band around my wrist. “And this one means you’re available,” she added, fastening the black band beside it.