Your Submissive Doll Novels & Stories

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.

"I'm going to see what we have that's appropriate. Until I return, submissive mode." At once she dropped to her knees, hands clasped behind her back, head bent. Zane let his eyes travel once more over her body before he headed for one of the two bedrooms. If he was lucky, Derek sometimes brought subs here to play and kept toys for just such a situation. Rummaging through the drawers in the main bedroom, he found an extra-long length of softly woven rope, silk scarves, a flogger, and other toys, as well as creams and gels. Why, Derek, you naughty son of a bitch. Thank you for all this.

I stand just inside the door and watch my sadist friend work his magic. Riku has bound the sub up and has suspended her in the air, so she is just the right height for the double-headed thrusting dildo machine. The poor girl has a wand strapped against her clit, and both dildos going on the thrusting machine, while she wears a ring gag. Of course, these two horn balls need to have something to fuck if her other two holes are busy. I move from my spot by the door and wander around the sub, taking in the knots that Riku used to have her in the position that she’s in. Squatting down, I glance between her legs, and watch as her pussy drips. “How many has she had?” I ask out of curiosity.

He stared at me for a long, heavy second, that intense Alpha gaze making my nipples harden and my wolf want to bare her throat and submit. Finally, he nodded. “Take it upstairs.” Later that night, when the house was quiet, I stripped completely naked and lay back on my bed with my legs spread wide. The new dildo was much bigger than my old vibrator. I coated it with my own dripping slick and pressed the thick head against my aching entrance. “Daddy…” I whispered as I slowly pushed it inside. The stretch made me moan loudly. “Please… take your little girl’s cunt.” I turned it on. Strong vibrations hit every sensitive spot, making my back arch off the bed. My hips rolled desperately as I fucke

My husband, Calvin Ziegler, had recently acquired an odd fetish. Three months ago, he brought home a silicone doll. It was a life-sized thing with chestnut-colored curls, full pink lips, and a face that could have belonged to a femme fatale. He told me the doll was a prize from a company team-building raffle. Supposedly, it was made for stress relief. "It's all the rage these days for those who are overwhelmed by stress," he said. "You hug it while sleeping for decompression."

Dylan curled his lip. He reached out and stroked my lips with his sharp nail through the crystal. "You're threatening me, which proves you're not crazy yet. Yes, I am teasing you. I will not allow you to leave the crystal flower room until you become submissive and well-behaved. Listen, I will only let you out when you become a qualified substitute for Isabella." Qualified substitute, meaning he was going to obliterate my personality and individuality and make me submissive to become Isabella completely? What a cruel plan.

“That’s exactly what sluts like you deserve. Now lift your tits for me and ask nicely to have them abused.” “Yes, Ma’am,” I said, obediently lifting my breasts. “Please abuse my tits to punish me for being such a horny little slut.” She looked down at me—the beautiful submissive kneeling before her—who had just admitted to being a horny slut and pleaded to be punished on her sensitive tits. My light skin and brown curly hair stood out. She had no doubt I was telling the truth. I wanted my tits abused or at least was willing to try anything to please her, or both. She had been watching me dance since she hired me and liked my pleasing personality and good work ethic.

Willow continued, “at a mall during a big family holiday. What kind of turnout could you possibly expect?” “Oooh,” another of the men said, suddenly looking at Willow very intently. “Major brat vibes from this one.” “Brat vibes?” Willow said. The man nodded. “It’s when you’re a submissive and, while your primary goal is to please your Dom like other subs, you like to make him or her work for it a bit. Push some buttons, break some rules, that sort of thing. Does that sound like you?” Willow felt her face flush again. “Maybe...”