You belong on a leash, doll.

You belong on a leash, doll.

A Pair Of Anonymous Dolls. Maybe You Would Recognize Them If They Weren’t Hooded. Maybe They’d Even Recognize One Another. Perhaps They Were Best Friends, Or Lovers, Or Perhaps They’d Never Met One Another. Now They Exist Solely As Blank-Faced

Hooded And Turned Into A Cumdump. Just A Broken Rubber Fuckdoll.

You Should Just Be An Object. Featureless, Anonymous, Stripped Of Your Identity. Existing Solely To Please Your Master.

Dumb And Barely Able To Hold A Coherent Thought In Her Head, She Could Do Little More Than Moan And Whimper As He Used Her Mouth For The Only Purpose It Existed For.

More Time Looking Hot For Men.less Time Thinking.

A Good Example For Any Cosplayers Out There. You Can Look Good In Your Costume And Still Be A Little Whore.

Controlandsurrender

Controlandsurrender

Controlandsurrender

She Had Been, Until Recently, A Very Well Known Dominatrix In The Local Scene. Always Dressed In Black Leather, With Dark Raven Hair. An Intimidating, Serious Woman. Now This Is What She Is. A Dyed Blonde Bimbo, Dressed In Pink Latex And Displayed

“Now, I”M Going To Do Anything I Want To You, Do You Understand Doll?”

Know Your Proper Place.

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