You Should Let A Creature Own You Btw

I need to tie my darling girls' hands behind their back, put a gag in their pretty mouth, force them on their knees with a vibe inside as well as on their clit, and watch them try to beg for permission to cum only for me to grab their jaw and tell them to speak clearly. Chuckling a little at how pathetic they look with tears running down their cheeks and their cute pleading eyes. I wanna see how long you can last, princess

Would pay for this happily :3

Not to be horny on main but my ideal living situation is living in a huge house with a polycule of cruel trans women and a broken lock to my room. I want to be their live-in toy

force vulpinization we're turning you into a foxgirl you cannot resist

i love dating tgirls cus a lot of the time they have bad self image so all u gotta do is compliment them and they get so adorably flustered.

holy mother of god i would sell my kidney to have an older butch fucking me into oblivion tonight (actually every night)

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A Good Companion Doll

There are many kinds of doll, as there are many kinds of Purpose for them. It would be quite the labyrinthine task to name every type, but if we were to boil them down to three base categories, we could classify most doll types under the following:

Service Doll

Combat Doll

Companion Doll

Service dolls are often for domestic or commercial use. Their job is to complete a task, and be polite and pretty while doing it. This, much like the other descriptions for today, is an incredibly broad simplification, but for our purposes, it is sufficient. These dolls are your cooks, maids, landscapers, mechanics, delivery workers, and many other things. There are some Purposes for Service Doll subsets which would be unnecessary and inappropriate to name, but much like all dolls who fulfill their Purpose, we can consider them from an outside perspective to be Good Dolls.

Combat dolls are implemented into military and security roles. Their job is either to eliminate or protect. The Purpose of a combat doll tends to be quite straightforward, as long as they're properly commanded by a good Witch/Miss/Handler. Combat dolls come in a diverse range of shapes, sizes, and constructions, but their Purpose tends to remain the same. Just like Service dolls, all who fulfill their Purpose, we can also consider Good Dolls.

Companion dolls occupy a space outside a singular implementation for use. They are often used for service, and sometimes used for combat, but as the category seems to suggest, they are intended first and foremost for companionship, and the tasks that may come along with it. Whether you need a doll to reciprocate affection, or one to entertain your guests, a companion doll may be suitable for you. These dolls can often be fickle, however, and without a clearly defined Purpose, need reassurance when they are in fact, Good Dolls.

"This one is a companion doll, Miss. B-but it's not a Good Doll..." The ball jointed hands of the companion doll having just read the pamphlet that came in its box fall to the soft, frilly apron of its maid dress.

The woman who's opened the box for the newly refurbished synthetic confidante gently slips the paper out from between its fingers, weaving her hands between them instead, "Surely that can't be, sweetie. I'm sure you're a perfectly fine doll!"

The doll shakes its head suddenly in response, "Its defined characteristics for itself being a Good Doll are, service to its Miss, refusal of hostility to all classified as Entities, and unconditional love to all Entities it cares about!"

The woman looks puzzled at the response from her new companion, "But you've been sweet so far... The chats we had before they mailed you to me seemed to suggest to me that you're a Good Doll!"

"It hurt someone, Miss... The one it believed it was going to be with forever. Its love is meant to be unconditional, how could it forget? It couldn't be romantic love anymore, but that shouldn't have made it conditional..." The doll's expression is downcast, and full of sorrow.

The woman leans in and wraps her arms around the doll, "You still care about this person, yes?"

"It does, Miss..." The doll's voice rings out quietly, nearly inaudibly, but still there. She picks her doll up and allows it to lean back in her arms, now nearly cradling it, "Then you're still capable of loving them, aren't you?"

"It... It is, Miss! And it will. It does, okay, this one does!" The doll stammers as it processes the message its new Miss is trying to send it, as its statement ends in mild excitement.

The Miss smiles as she looks into her dolls eyes, "Good Doll."

The companion doll leans up and hugs its Miss tightly around her shoulders, happy to have received this reassurance. The Miss returns the gesture in kind, tightening her grip around it as well. She's read the pamphlet as well, and knows how much her doll needs it. She needs to make sure her companion doll knows that it's a Good Doll.

"Thank you, Miss. A-and it loves you, too..."

letting out a little "uh uh uh" while being pounded into to assert dominance

#brat-pride

Low-key the idea of an asshole perv butch has been killing me recently. Like. Manspreads so much that their knee always has some form of contact with my leg. Ogles me with zero shame or excuse, doesn’t look away when I catch them. Slaps my ass and squeezes my tits whenever they want to cop a feel. Calls me dollface and sugar tits and any other objectifying nicknames they can think of that I probably shouldn’t like but will anyway. Always having an arm slung around my shoulders or their hand on my lower back, or dragging me by my hand so they don’t lose me while we walk, because they want everyone to know I’m theirs. Drags me into whatever alley they want whenever they please to press me again the wall and take a kiss. Leans into my ear from behind and tells me whatever dirty thought is in their mind no matter where we are. Texts me all the time to tell me (not ask) to send a picture of my boobs or of whatever panties I’m wearing. Means it when they say cringy shit like “without me?” when I say I need to shower. Refers to themself as Daddy casually and unironically. Calls me “the Mrs”. Wakes me up in the morning with a hand groping me and their hips grinding into my ass. Takes me wherever and whenever they wants and claims a piece of my underwear as their “souvenir”. Ruffles my hair condescendingly. Buys me drink after drink because they know that I’m more pliable drunk and they can take care of me however they want.

They also have a cliche sweet side that only I know about, but I’m tired so I’ll detail that another day maybe

aftercare isn't a kink, it's a requirement

aftercare isn't a kink, it's a requirement

aftercare isn't a kink, it's a requirement

aftercare isn't a kink, it's a requirement