Being His Doll - Sex Stories

Being His Doll

... I still sometimes tensed at his touch. It was a testament to his skilled tongue that he could make me come while I remained so on edge. I had no idea why I was like this. Maybe I was wired differently because it was hard for me to understand why Nathan would even want to touch me. Countless times, he'd told me how beautiful I was, but when I tried to see myself as he saw me, I simply couldn't. I'd always been thin and pale. Even now, it stung when I remembered a former boyfriend's mother describing me as "sickly looking." And I hated my small breasts. I longed to be curvy like Ashleigh, while she said she envied my willowy frame.

When Nathan and I first started having sex, I insisted on leaving the light off. He'd probably figured someone my age would be more uninhibited, and I feared he was disappointed by my shyness. Yet he never pushed me, instead taking it slow until I was comfortable letting him see every inch of my body.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he asked now, drawing me from my troubled thoughts.

I forced myself to nod. "I'm sorry I can't be what you want me to be." My voice grew low and soft, a tell-tale sign I was close to tears.

"Ruby, you are!" Nathan brought his lips to mine, and I eagerly returned his kiss. "I just want to make sure I'm satisfying you."

Taking his hand, I said, "I'm the problem. I don't know why I feel so uncomfortable in my own skin, but it's nothing to do with you." I swallowed hard while trying to find the right words for what I ...

... wanted to say.

"What is it, baby?" Nathan asked gently. "You can tell me."

"Promise you won't think I'm crazy?" Anxiety was already making my mouth dry.

"I could never think that."

I took a deep, calming breath. "I've been reading about something that I think might help." Nathan listened attentively, making it clear he wanted to do all he could to support me. "It's called, um, dollification."

His brow furrowed in confusion. "Dollification?"

I nodded, then rushed on before I could lose my nerve. "It's a kind of fetish, and I totally understand if you're not into it. I know it's going to sound strange, but basically, while we're having sex, I take on the role of a living doll. I wouldn't speak or move, and you'd be in control, positioning me the way you want, and... fucking me the way you want." Nathan didn't speak, and I struggled to read his expression. My worry that he thought I was a freak only made me talk faster, trying to explain. "Some people make dollification an entire lifestyle, but I'm not interested in doing that. I mainly want to try it out in bed, where I have so many hang-ups around physical intimacy. I was hoping that playing this role would..." I stopped, helpless to continue. How could I express what I hoped acting like a doll would do for me?

Nathan considered what I'd shared. "I believe I understand," he finally said. "While assuming the role of a doll, you won't feel pressure to react to me in what you think is the 'right' way. Is that ...