Being His Doll - Sex Stories

Being His Doll

... it, Ruby? Because sometimes I sense that instead of enjoying sex, you're judging your performance. It's like you're in bed with me, but your mind is elsewhere, criticizing your every move." His expression softened, and I realized he did indeed understand. "It's as if you feel you don't deserve to be happy or experience pleasure."

My lips trembled while I tried to hold back tears. "That's it exactly," I managed to say.

Nathan held me to him. "I'm so glad you feel you can trust me with this. And if it's what you want, I'm absolutely willing to try. It's just that being so... controlling doesn't come naturally to me. I'm more about listening to my partner and doing what she says she enjoys."

"I know it's a lot to ask." I feared this would strain my relationship with Nathan. I'd never been happier, and now I risked fucking everything up.

"It won't hurt to try something new," he said, giving me a reassuring smile. "How about you share what you've been reading with me so I'll have a better idea of what you want?"

I smiled back as a wave of relief washed over me. "Thank you so much, Nathan," I whispered. "For everything."

*****

We decided we'd try out my kink the following Friday evening. Both of us were relieved to have the workweek behind us, and when I showed up at Nathan's house just after seven, I was delighted to find he'd made dinner.

"You look beautiful," he said. Though my face was free of makeup, and I still wore conservative office attire, his gaze ...

... was full of appreciation as it swept over me. Drawing me into his arms, he kissed the top of my head. "Excited about tonight?"

"Very," I replied, unable to hide my grin.

We shared a wonderful meal, along with a bottle of wine. I lingered over two glasses, growing relaxed but not tipsy. When Nathan and I finished eating, he said, "I'll clean up in here while you get ready." His playful wink rallied my courage. Though I had high hopes that Nathan and I would enjoy ourselves, I couldn't help but be nervous. What if he hated playing the role I was requesting of him? I knew he'd read up on this particular fetish and seemed open to exploring it with me. But reading about it was far different than doing it.

Alone in Nathan's bedroom, I changed into the outfit I'd bought just for tonight. It was a pink babydoll dress with puffed sleeves, and pink panties to match. I didn't bother with a bra, as my small breasts didn't require one. Though I always wore a bra for work, I considered the undergarment a nuisance. This evening, I left my feet bare, revealing my freshly painted toenails, also pink.

Examining my reflection in the mirror, I was taken aback by how short the dress was. It barely covered my upper thighs. I never would have dreamed of wearing it out in public, but I hoped Nathan liked it. My hands were trembling a little as I placed a small makeup bag on the bedside table, along with my hairbrush. Tonight, I would be Nathan's doll, and he was free to make me look any ...