Your Submissive Doll Novels & Stories

"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 appreciate you taking me on, and I can promise you that I am not one of those boys. I take my Dominant status seriously and abide by all the rules, Sir.” “I can see that you’re different than the others.” He grins at me, “Come, let’s get started then.” I follow him into a room where there is already a sub chained up. She stands in the middle of the room, bare-ass naked, with her arms above her head. The shackles hang from the ceiling, like the ones I had Ella in that day I took her to the Training Center, except this one also has a collar attached to it. When I walk around the sub, taking everything in, I notice how she has an anal hook in her ass which is connected to her collar. There i

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

“Look at you. My perfect baby girl, naked and waiting for her Daddy exactly as she was told. So obedient. So ready to learn how Daddy really likes to fuck.” He opened the bag and pulled out several items: soft black rope, leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a thick leather belt. My heart raced faster at the sight. “From now on, sweetheart,” he said as he climbed onto the bed behind me, “when we are in this room, you are not just my daughter. You are my submissive little fucktoy. My personal cumslut. Daddy is going to show you exactly how he wants sex. Rough. Controlling. Deep. And you are going to take every single thing I give you. Understand?”

On screen, Julian burst out of the shower, heading straight for a giant Plush Wolf Doll. His hands roamed its body with abandon, movements so unrestrained they made my stomach churn. His gaze was molten with desire—like he was staring at his true Luna. The toy let out breathy, sensual moans.

15 Momma’s told me once or twice—and sometimes I remember—about the doll I had when I was really little. Samelsa. A name I made up myself. Mom says I wouldn’t stand for it when anyone dared mishear me and try to call her ‘Sam’. “Sam is a girl-name for hookers and strippers. Maybe waitresses,” she says. “I think you knew that, too. Even then. If people dared call your doll ‘Sam’ you’d give them the blackest evil eye. That look on your face! It was like a witchy old woman who’d just caught her neighbor’s dog peeing on her front porch.”

Duties include 24/7 availability, immediate obedience, and complete sexual use at their discretion. My pussy clenches on the word use. A slow, deep throb that makes me shift in my chair and press my knees tighter. I keep reading. The submissive will wear a collar at all times. The submissive will be available for office use during and after business hours. The submissive will be bred and claimed at the discretion of her owners. Bred. The word sits in my stomach like a hot coal. I can feel myself getting wet, not damp, not slightly aroused, wet. The kind of wet that soaks through underwear and makes the fabric cling.

- Each time we are in the red room, you will no longer have a name; you will be called number 1, because you are the first submissive to come to my floor. Here is a submission contract that is known only to us and my lawyers. In addition to the contract, there is a questionnaire that you must answer as honestly as possible, your preferences, what you hate the most; based on your answers, I will know how to conduct the sessions. - What are these sessions? - They are sessions where you will have a lot of pleasure. You are my submissive, my slave in the red room. But outside the room, you are my personal assistant in the eyes of everyone. I have two mistresses, four girlfriends in different cit

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

Not tonight. The second DOM, a man with a scar running down the side of his face, had his submissive bent over the arm of a leather sofa. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. He ran his hand over her ass, caressing it almost tenderly before raising his arm and bringing his hand down in a sharp smack that echoed through the room. The submissive gasped, but her sound of pain was quickly drowned out by the DOM’s low, approving growl. He spread her legs wider, positioning himself behind her as he roughly entered her, thrusting with a primal intensity that made her cry out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa for support.