Being His Doll - Sex Stories

Being His Doll

... way he wanted. Feeling like I completely belonged to him was part of this kink's appeal. He'd agreed to go along with it but insisted that I speak immediately if I grew at all uncomfortable. I promised him I would. We both understood this would never work without mutual trust.

Once I was ready, I left on a single lamp and then climbed onto the bed. Lying on my back, I rested my head on the pillow and folded my hands over my chest. It had always been difficult for me to keep still, which made playing the role of a doll even more challenging. I was grateful for the wine I'd had at dinner; it helped subdue my urge to fidget while I fixed my gaze on the ceiling and waited for Nathan.

He entered the room a few minutes later. In my peripheral vision, I saw him slowly approach the bed. "What a beautiful doll I have!" he murmured. "And what a sexy dress she's wearing." It was so hard not to look at him! But I stared at the light fixture overhead, allowing myself only the occasional blink. Nathan sat down next to me and smoothed a strand of hair back from my face. Leaning forward, he brought his lips close to my ear. "I'm going to have so much fun playing with you tonight."

I had to fight back a shiver of anticipation. Somehow I managed to maintain my pleasantly neutral expression. I didn't move, didn't speak; I only breathed slowly while Nathan took the makeup bag from the table. I was curious as to what he might select. He first chose a silver shadow to complement my light ...

... blue eyes. It was one of my favorites, and I was glad he liked it as well. When he moved to apply the cosmetic, I obediently closed my lids, opening them only after he was finished.

Nathan next selected the lipstick he wanted me to wear. Of course, he would pick the vibrant red shade I'd bought months ago but never felt brave enough to try. "I love this one," he said, holding the tube of lipstick in my line of vision. I remained perfectly still as he parted my lips. He took his time, being careful to apply the lipstick evenly.

Then he chose a light brown shade of eyeliner. It was actually Ashleigh's and had somehow ended up in my bag. We often borrowed each other's cosmetics. But Nathan didn't use it to line my lids. I had to hide my surprise when he gently dabbed the tip against my cheek. "My gorgeous doll always covers her freckles with makeup," he said, as if speaking to himself, "but I happen to be a fan of them, so I'm going to accentuate each one even more with this." I almost grinned at his creative use for the eyeliner. Miraculously, I kept my face blank.

Nathan could have gone wild with the makeup, rendering me unrecognizable, but he returned the bag to the table and then picked up my hairbrush. With a hand against my back, he eased me into a sitting position. I'd already decided I wouldn't be limp like a ragdoll, so when he posed me in a certain way, I resolved to maintain the position without moving an inch.

"You have such gorgeous hair." Nathan ran the ...