The Master's Doll Deflowered (BDSM Virgin Erotica)

When a beautiful doll is given life as a human woman, she soon finds that she has been created for one purpose and one purpose alone. The only word she knows is “yes.” The only man she knows is her Master. Now she must learn to please him, and her education will be filled with both pain and pleasure.

This 5800 word erotic story contains virgin sex / rough sex / first time sex, painful sex, loss of virginity, thumbsucking, breast torture, nipple torture, squirting / female ejaculation, dominance, submission, and elements of BDSM.
 

Excerpt:

I was so overcome that I could do nothing. My body trembled violently. My eyes darted all around the room, but they always returned to him.

“Yes,” I said again, seeking to please him. Already I knew, without knowing or understanding anything else, that I belonged to him.

“Good girl.” He ran his thumb over my lips, pressing firmly into the soft flesh.

I parted my lips slightly. The tip of his thumb ventured between them. He pressed harder against me, his thumb sliding across the wet underside of my lip.

“Open.”

Eagerly, I obeyed. But it wasn’t enough. Curling his fingers about my chin, he pulled my jaw down.
“That’s better.”

It felt strange to me, but his smile reassured me.

He pushed his thumb deeper into my mouth. Startled, I gasped as it touched my tongue. I began to pull away, but he shook his head. “No, Doll. This is what you were made for.”

I could not argue. I lacked the capacity to. I wanted only to please him, as if it were my body’s sole purpose.

I let him run his thumb over my tongue. After a moment I felt compelled to move my tongue, raking it gently along the underside of his thumb. He slid his thumb back and forth in my mouth, moving it with a slow, deep rhythm.

I loved the feeling. I tried to express it: “Uh…uh…”

He chuckled quietly. “Good Doll. Now suck.”

Uncertainly, I followed my instincts and closed my lips. He pushed his thumb insistently into my mouth. I sucked him clumsily, still moaning as he moved across my tongue.

He withdrew his hand after a few more strokes. I leaned forward, trying to capture his thumb again. He smiled and shook his head.

“No. Not yet. In time, pet.”

My confusion was almost painful to me. Why did he refuse me? Had I done something wrong?

I craned my head forward again, giving another wordless grunt. And then I returned to the only word I knew:

“Yes?”

He laughed and ran his hand through my blonde curls. “Eager, aren’t you? Just like I wanted you to be. I have something else to show you. Get up.”