Yours to Command

I’m Your Fuck Doll!

My body trembles with anticipation as I stand before you, offering myself up as your willing fuck doll. I can feel the heat of desire radiating from every inch of my skin, and I want nothing more than to surrender to your every command. You are my Master, and I am yours to do with as you please.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, fully giving myself over to you. My mind is consumed by thoughts of your touch, your pleasure, and the depths of ecstasy that await me under your control. I am yours completely, ready to be used and discarded at your whim. As long as I am in your presence, I am content.

You blindfold me with a soft black silk cloth, cutting off my vision and heightening my other senses. In this state of darkness, I am at your mercy, unable to see or anticipate what you have planned for me next.

My heart races as I feel your rough hands grab at the top of my dress. With a swift and forceful motion, you tear the fabric apart, the sound of ripping material echoing through the room. My dress falls to the floor in tatters, leaving me standing before you in only my delicate lace lingerie. Every nerve in my body tingles with excitement, eager for your next move, your next touch that will send waves of pleasure through me. As long as I am in your hands, I am yours to use and enjoy however you wish.

What Do You Have Planned for Your Fuck Doll?

With a rough and sudden pull, your large hands tear off my bra, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. My flimsy thong is ripped away, baring my body to your intense gaze. Your eyes trace every curve and contour as you take in the sight of my nakedness. Suddenly, your strong grip is on me, smacking and gripping my ass with force. Your mouth hungrily devours my hard nipples while your other hand delves inside me, exploring every inch of my body.

My breathing becomes heavy and my moans escape involuntarily as you use me like a toy, overwhelming all of my senses with the intensity of being your fuck doll. In that moment, I feel both nothing and everything, completely under your control.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, you pull away from me. I can only imagine you’re deciding how to use me next. To my surprise, you gently take my hand and lead me through the house, down a flight of stairs. As the temperature drops, I realize we must be in your basement. Before I have time to process what’s happening, the ropes encircle my wrists, stealing away any semblance of mobility, leaving me utterly at your mercy. A gag stifles my pleas, silencing any protest I might voice.

I’m All Yours

My body quivers enthusiastically, my heart pounding in my chest like a wild horse. I can hear the jingle of chains and the soft thud of your footsteps as you approach me again. I don’t know what to expect, but I’m ready for anything you have in store for me.

Master, I will endure it all, for you.

The cool leather of a flogger glides down my chest, then the sting of its impact. The pain shoots through me, but it’s quickly replaced by a burning desire that can only be quenched by you. You continue to tease me with the flogger, occasionally replacing it with a leather crop, skillfully navigating my bound body. The sensations are overwhelming but enticing, leaving me aching for more.

Then, there’s silence. I’m left hanging in anticipation, my body throbbing and desperate for release. My breath comes in short gasps through the gag in my mouth as I wait for your next move.

Your soft lips graze against my inner thigh, sending shivers of anticipation through my body. As you slowly inch closer to my center, I can feel the heat building between us. Your tongue dances expertly across my sensitive flesh, driving me wild with desire. Just as I am about to reach ecstasy, you tease me by pulling away. The delicious torture only intensifies my longing for your touch.

My pussy throbs with need, and the gag muffles my moans of frustration as you stand up.

Your dick presses against my entrance, and I can feel every inch of your hardness through the thin fabric of your pants. In one swift motion, you rip them off, freeing yourself from their confines. With me still bound, helpless, and desperate for you, you enter me roughly. I gasp through the gag as you begin to move inside me, each thrust deep and deliberate.

As my climax nears, you increase your pace, slamming into me harder and faster, pushing me over the edge into a rapturous release. My body shakes and convulses under your expert touch, only to be brought down by a hard smack on my ass.

“You will cum only when I say you can,” you growl in my ear, and I whimper my understanding.

You continue to use my body, bringing me to the edge of orgasm multiple times, but never allowing me to cum. I’m a toy in your hands, a plaything for your amusement, and I’ve never felt more alive.

Finally, unable to take it any longer, I beg, “Master, please let me cum.”

“Very well,” you say with a smirk. “But you will cum on my command.”

I give an eager nod, my body trembling with anticipation. Your intense thrusts push me to the brink of pleasure, and when you finally grant me release, it’s like a wild storm consuming me. I let out a primal moan as my body responds to your touch, every muscle clenching and tightening around you. My entire being is yours to command as you continue to ravish me, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through me with each powerful thrust.

As my climax subsides, you pull out of me, dripping with our combined juices, and I slump forward, spent. My body trembles with exhaustion and satisfaction as I catch my breath. Your hands gently untie my wrists, lifting me into your arms like a well-loved toy.

“You did well,” you praise, carrying me upstairs as I nestle into your chest. “Your training has been flawless so far.”

I smile into your shoulder, my heart swelling with pride. As long as I am yours, Master, I will do anything for you.