Author: ArtigsEducation

My interview to get the position as a submissive weekend fucktoy [FFM]

The Interview

“Artig, I’m going to need you to clear any plans that you may have for Saturday evening.”

I looked at my Owner with curious eyes.

We were planning our week together and Saturdays usually are free for me to do whatever I have in mind.

It was hard not to be nosy but curiosity stirred inside of me and I couldn’t help but ask what we would be doing.

I bit my lip, noticing my Master’s stare. I was sure he was going to avoid my question and keep the plans to himself but instead he smiled.

“You are going to have an interview, and if you succeed, you will have a new job.”

My eyebrows drew together. Was it some sort of roleplay game? But with who?

I tried to ask more questions but the stern look my Owner gave me meant that I’d had enough information.

But it was killing me a bit inside to not know what was going on! How was I going to be able to prepare? What if I failed this interview because I didn’t have enough time to get myself together? Read more »

Two Dolls: Surprise at a BDSM appartment [Group]

“This is so exciting!”

I smiled widely, thinking about seeing one of my favorite couples, one we had met countless times at private parties. There have been times where we’ve had sessions at our house and my mouth still waters when I think about it.

The couple we played with is unique for many reasons, but my absolute favorite thing is that we are very similar.

Slave S. She has a special place in my heart, mainly because we share the same kinks and physical features. Many people enjoyed seeing us together because it’s like having two of the same dolls in one room.

Playing with Slave S always puts me in subspace practically instantly. There is always something about touching her that makes me feel sinful and doll-like.

The only difference between her and I is the large tattoo that spirals on her back. But there are some fun distinctions between our Owners. One thing that stands out is that I have come to acknowledge Slave S’ Sir is a super creative man who organizes the hottest private BDSM parties around. Read more »

Escalation: Among friends we served as house maids when things got wrong [Group]

I smiled at my phone again as the familiar ping let me know Sugar had messaged me.

I would have answered right away, but there was a package waiting for me at the door! I felt sort of lucky that it had come on time. Sugar and I had been chatting non-stop for a week about her upcoming training, with which I would be helping.

Get Training would begin tomorrow and, as a surprise for our Masters, we had agreed on wearing coordinating maid outfits!

The outfits themselves were not much; they were only white aprons with cute hats to match. We added our own flair to the look with nylon tights that would grip our thighs.

After making sure everything was as expected, I texted Sugar to let her know. The conversation continued on to about how we were excited to please our Owners and hoped they would enjoy our small surprise.

Sugar is doing ongoing training with us, and on the next day we would be focusing on maid training. This time her Owner, Mr. A, would be joining us. The idea of playing with him made me squeeze shamefully. I couldn’t help but water from both sets of lips once I started to remember Mr. A’s huge bull cock. Read more »

[FFM] Me and another submissive doll are being trained to become proper objects

Positions Training: Part 1

“Welcome home, doll.”

I smiled at my Master as he rested at the table with papers in hand. After putting down my things, I kneeled at his feet.

Now that I was back home and away from work, I could be a doll again, a proper toy for my Master.

Things had been calm for us. Recently, we had been spending much of our time planning for our next big project for the Gentlemen’s Club.

“Did anything interesting happen today, Sir?” I asked eagerly.

I was truly hoping that maybe he had been able to find something that could give us some inspiration. It would be even better if something fell into our laps.

My owner got up to remove my day-collar and replaced it with my favorite at-home one; the one that he would always place on me when we got home.

It was a ritual of ours that I particularly loved.

“Actually… yes,” he said teasingly.

As he sat back down, I immediately rested between his lap. A sliver of hope ran through me.

I said nothing but it was clear that I was excited. Read more »

Live porn show for my owner while he watches me fucking another slave [F][M][M]

There was always a sense of excitement that filled me when I knew that 24 was coming to play. With him it was a completely different variation of kinky play. He is extremely submissive in comparison to the dominant men we usually play with. Tonight would be filled with embarrassing poses that made me squeeze eagerly.

24 was a polite man who had a fixation for being a latex rubber toy with a strong devotional core. He is obedient and has no will in any of the games we played, just how we like it. The best part about playing with 24 is that we didn’t even know his real name or what he really looked like! This only made our visit much more kinky. Read more »

Eyes wide shut party with me being the fuckdoll for several Gentleman [F]

“I think this is our invitation for the slave party, do you remember it?” I heard my owner chime as he walked into the room with our mail in hand. His eyes trailed in interest making me lean my head forward to take a peek. “I remember! I’m really excited, it’s two weeks away isn’t it?” With a soft nod, Sir placed the fancy envelope in my hands and sat down on the couch as I read the paper that was held inside. My heart thumped excitedly as I remembered the grand dungeon that we got to play in occasionally. It was run by a very experienced Master who we’ve known for many years. He never failed to make a good event and choose the right people to attend. In this letter we received a formal invitation, Master and slave. There was also a very kind personal message for us both and below it were the rules and instructions for the night. My eyes quickly glossed over the rules for the Masters and fell to the instructions for the slaves in eagerness. I bit my lip.

“All slave girls must follow the rules of O.” Read more »

Offered as Fuckdoll for breeding with other latex slave [Group]

I felt the cold chill of the ice cubes as it pressed against my folds, my instinct was to close my legs, but that would lead to punishment, and my ass was already red from lashings. Our mistress Diana watched alongside my owner in amusement as I ached over the cube, letting out desperate little moans as I plopped the ice cube back into the cocktail glass, presenting it on a tray for my masters like the good little fuck doll maid I am 😊. Our latex slave, known as 24, was cooking in the kitchen as we waited. He had been in a cock cage for 2 weeks, with the promise that if he behaved, I could pleasure him like the eager cum whore I am 🤤.

I glance up at my mistress, locking into her beautiful eyes for a moment before I swiftly looked away. Too late, as I was soon given out to and dragged over her knee to be caned! Eye contact was forbidden this evening😬. It was tough not to look into my mistress’s eyes as I painted her nails or licked her feet like a good slave. That is my place after all. Serving my masters as the their personal fuckdoll. Read more »

Fuckdoll training at friends [Group]

This story is a bit of an older one, but much like wine it has aged wonderfully. I was beginning my fuckdoll training and my owner decided that my pain tolerance needed to be worked on. To remedy this, he brought me to a sadist. After all a good whore gets wet when she’s hurts. Upon arrival I was stripped naked, fastened to the ceiling and my beloved shock collar was wrapped around my pale neck. I could feel my cunt dampening as it was tightened around my throat. I was quivering with anticipation.

My owner approached first, fastening nipple bells to me and keeping me still by jamming his fingers in my ass. The sadist warmed up the front of my thighs. With every swat my bells rang out, filling the room with my aroused moans and small jingles. To really show me that I was at the bottom of the hierarchy of the house, the sadists sub was allowed to abuse me. She had some pent-up aggression and she made sure to take it out on me. My owner enjoyed the show with a glass of wine as I moaned like the fuckpig I am. Read more »