Your Submissive Doll Novels & Stories

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

His strong jaw, piercing eyes, and chiseled physique were all captured in the lifelike replica. I had taken great care in ensuring the doll's most intimate feature was as impressive as I imagined Kaid's to be. Long and thick, just the way I liked it. The thought of that perfect cock made my pussy throb with need. I stripped naked and climbed onto the bed and positioned the doll to face me. "Come on, Kaid," I purred, sliding my fingers between my slick folds. "You know you want this. My pussy is dripping for you."

Intricate harnesses, designed to bind and adorn. Sculpted toys in every shape and size, some elegant and slender, others thick and terrifyingly potent. A few shelves lined on the corner— sleek, black-red and gleaming. Stocked with an array of toys: vibrators, dildos, riding crops, nipple clamps, and there were whips coiled like serpents, soft leather floggers with braided ends, and paddles that promised both pain and pleasure. Some were elegant, some intimidating, all of them whispered one thing, a siren song to my newly awakened core: submission.

Demitri As I hold Alissia close, her breath soft and even against my chest, I can tell she’s still wrapped in a haze, not fully here yet. I know this state all too well—subspace. It’s that rare, deep place submissives fall into when they’ve fully let go, releasing control of their body, mind, everything. Her body is pliant against mine, and her fingers, normally restless and defiant, now rest limply over my heart, as if searching for an anchor.

“I like an Ace in my deck of cards. You are something special. I will keep you." “But you have to promise never to tell anyone what you know. Do we have a deal or not?" Seeing the excitement in its eyes, I was tempted to push my luck a little. “I will do it if you throw in a gadget," I said nervously. My fingers crossed. The doll's smile widened. It pulled out a heart shaped pink vile. “How about I give you a love portion?" it asked rhetorically. “With just one of these, you can turn three of your companions into your love slaves."

M A R C O Past "Strip." I didn't even take my eyes off her beautiful, curvy and petite stature. In the world of vanilla sex, where the man orders the woman with such a crass word, it would have been sounded slightly offensive. But in my world of sex, a submissive would be nothing less than grateful when the dominant asked for something like this. "Yes, Sir." Jessica, the beautiful strawberry-blond haired woman, kneeling between my legs smiled with grace and slowly rose to her feet. A natural sub that she was, she gradually turned around as her fingers reached behind her back and pulled down the zip of her little black dress.

is having control forcibly taken from her. But this feels like going a step further. Control utterly surrendered. Complete fucking submission. On her knees in a cell, chained up, bent over a cot with her panties around her knees, my cum on her face, and my fat cock reaming out her ass as she rubs her pussy. "I'm going to use this tight little asshole whenever I fucking want," I snarl as she moans again. "Because what you are is my eager little fuck doll, Milena. With willing little holes for me to use, and fuck, and cum in whenever I want."

I glared at them and asked, "What did you both put into me?" Kai stood on his feet ans said, "It's called Vibrant Dollie". Ian continued, "Your little punishment for your seduction game" with that he pressed that button. Again I felt the vibration, my legs shaked a bit, and a little moan escaped from my mouth. Both smirked at me. I pout and said, "Sorry Daddies, I promise I will behave please get rid of it". They shook their head no. I begged, "Please, how will I go on a mission with this thing inside me". Ian leaned in and said, "That's your problem, baby girl. You should think of it before you play with us. If you want, come with us otherwise stay home and have fun alone. Either way, you a

The position was one of complete surrender, a physical manifestation of her willingness to submit to their desires. Lila obeyed without hesitation, her body trembling with anticipation. The power dynamic, usually a source of unease, now felt intoxicating, a thrilling surrender to their dominance. She lowered herself to her knees, her hands finding purchase on the cool floor, her head bowing in submission. The vulnerability of the position, the exposure of her body, heightened the intensity of her arousal, making her yearn for their touch even more.