Your Submissive Doll Novels & Stories

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.

Heidi pouted, but said she understood. "They can come watch," Danielle said, smiling and shrugging at everyone's surprised looks. "What?" she asked. "A submissive isn't supposed to care about when or where her Master tells her to do something, she's just supposed to do it, else she'll get punished. I want to be the very best sub I can, and serve my Master and Mistress well." "Trust me honey," Heidi said, winking at Kelly, "I know all about being a submissive." Kara came over and laced her arm in Danielle's, "This is your evening, sweet pea," she said. "It can be you and Duncan if you like, and the rest of us can go somewhere else."

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.

Eve spent the entire trip fondling her servant while casually chatting with the driver about road conditions and possible hurricanes. By the time they got home, Trish was aroused and desperate for sex. Eve ordered her to put her hands against the wall and remain in that position, no matter what. Trish would get her orgasm, but she'd have to remain in that submissive posture for her Mistress to oblige her.

"Would you allow me to take you down my throat master? " My whole body tenses up, I'm even willing to bet my hair does too. How can I say no to such an invitation. I shake my head and my little pupil straightens up. She reaches between my legs again and helps me remove the canvas straw I'm wearing. I find myself wearing only a sweater, my tail wagging in all directions. Lisa inks her gaze to mine before looking down at my lust-stricken sex, which almost seems to have grown in size. Lisa grasps it between her slender fingers and shifts it up and down. Her gaze is always locked on mine. She knows I love it, she knows I love seeing her so offered up, so submissive. She runs her tongue over her

I look at the time on my watch, and realize how late it is; a quarter to seven. "Yes, yes, of course, you can always leave at your usual time," I explain, closing the laptop. He nods and leaves the place, and I stare at how incredible life is: the manager is a woman raised in an orphanage, a woman who was raised by nuns, and it's not that this is something out of this world, but that she exudes sexuality, sex, desire, and I can even swear that she's not a virgin. What if it is? Most of these women don't have sex, or they're lesbians. I shake my head, and get ready to grab my things. First time in my life that I stay so late in the office, and more to check the data of an unknown person, but