Your Submissive Doll Novels & Stories

“Then, could you tell me what sort of woman attracts you as of current? While you’re at it, could you also tell me what you like seeing on a woman? This way, the R&D department can make a comparison. After all, sex dolls are different from other sex toys. The very first thing we need to do is to make sure the doll fits your aesthetics. If it doesn’t, no matter how good its functions are, it won’t be able to make you crave for it.” “I like your face and the way you dress,” Titus immediately said. Carol’s ears burned, and she moved the phone away from her ear. She then remembered that she wore a black pencil skirt on the day she first met him at Uptown Bar, and she cursed him in her heart. She

The sub would be wearing a crimson outfit that would display perfectly against the dark background. "Doms, subs, pets and slaves, thank you for your membership. We appreciate your loyalty and patience as we rebuilt. Tonight we are thanking you with some entertainment. We have several events on this stage and around the club to show off what our staff offers in the way of services, but this first scene isn't for sale. I'd like you to meet my personal submissive, Baby Girl."

The girl whimpers loudly, then squeezes her eyes shut and pulls uselessly on the ropes. "Don't you want to watch her fuck you?" I ask, my voice all sweetness and light. She shakes her head and groans, still tugging on her restraints. She is about to experience the sexual submission she has desired so much, the reason she is here. The woman climbs onto the bed and kneels between the girl's outstretched legs, holding the dildo by its handle. When the girl feels the tip at her entrance, she holds her breath. The woman holds it there for a long moment, then pushes it slowly and steadily into the girl's warm, wet hole. She gasps as the thick cock fills her, and she keeps struggling in her bonds.

My barely-there black sequin dress caught the light of the disco ball. My makeup was sharp and aggressive: blood-red lips and smoky, winged eyeliner that formed a seductive cat-eye. I imagined Rocco's frown, the disgusted look in his eyes he'd give me before telling me to go back and change. But this was the real me, Rosalie Thorne, the Thorn Principessa, who never had to dull her edges for anyone. Just like now. Julian had booked us the prime circular booth in the center of the club. Across from me, a male model, barely twenty, was blushing as he stared at my collarbone.

One was tied hands and legs to a pole with her small ass out, while the other with a strap-on fucked her from behind. The second which was a little more interesting than the first, starred a woman who was the sub, and her three male doms. The sub was turned down, her legs and hands spread apart on two poles. Her fake, plastic boobs were on clamps and she had a red blindfold over her eyes which was the only piece of clothing on her body.

she murmured, letting out a soft sigh as he ran his hands over her bottom. He smacked one of his hands down on her butt. “Give me a color, sub,” he said in a low voice. “Sorry, Sir. Green, Sir.” Usually, the sight of a sub tied down awaiting his pleasure would have his cock hard and throbbing. But he barely felt a stirring as he rubbed her ass. Moving to the small table that held a number of toys, he picked up a Vortex wand. The cord was extra-long, easily reaching the bench he had Lila secured to.

“Can you hear me? I’ve been calling out your name. Where have you been? What took you so long to come? Don’t you miss me and the game we are playing? I am playing nice as I have promised. Isn’t this fun? Our game of, hide and seek.” With a hair that’s straight long and somehow kissing the floor, shiny and as black as the night, skin that’s perfection lies within the whitest porcelain and wearing a royal blue dress that is adorned with laces and gems. The doll looks back, gently turning around facing him, and with grace and sophistication bows in respect towards him. Smiling with all of her perfection, but with eyes that don’t show any emotions. She who is his creation, taken from the blood o

Zariah always said dolls were misunderstood. People thought they were cute. Delicate. Passive. But to her, they were powerful. And tonight, she was ready to play. The Doll House stood behind a velvet curtain at the back of her apartment, a soundproof room bathed in low amber light. Walls lined with mirrored panels. Velvet chaise lounges. A wardrobe of corsets, lace gloves, and porcelain masks. Every detail designed for submission. And control. She opened the door, heels echoing on the dark hardwood.

But his whole aura is screaming danger. Seeing her, a sinister smile formed on his lips. Looking at her pink plump lips he licked his lips twice. He said with a smirk," so beautiful. Am I seeing a doll? " of course, I am seeing a doll. My doll. She is now looking like a doll. Very soon I will make her my submissive doll who will obey me only, " the man said looking at Devika. Another man who is sitting beside him said with an afraid tone," Sir, she is the same girl whom you have told me to find".

"She can grow. Only for an hour at a time, but she can become human sized. And is she ever stacked. She'd got these Dolly Parton boobs, and they're natural!" "Sounds great," Shamira replied. "I'm glad she found a place here. Top or bottom?" "Oh, she's a total bottom. But she can't be bound with metal, so we have to use organics with her. Non-synthetic ropes or --" "Uhm, you mean she's a submissive?" Arthur asked. "Oh yeah," Clara replied. "I guess you're becoming a little more inner-circle, so it's okay to tell them." Shamira looked sheepish. "Everyone in this house has certain . . . sexual needs. Everyone here is a dominant or submissive."