Pixie Isobella

Male domination, female submission enslavement erotica with degradation themes.

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‘I’ll email you a full list of what I want,’ Eddie murmured, his fingers playing mercilessly with Isobel’s breasts. ‘If you agree to the broad shape of the deal, I’ll pick you up for the party on Saturday. We can hammer out the details while I’m fucking you in your bed on Sunday.’ He paused then started speaking again. ‘You’ll belong to me from Sunday.’

Pleasure Toy, the steaming hot, sexy sequel to Pleasure Doll is coming soon. Chapter 1 is here.

Chapter 3

I can’t believe I am doing this.

Isobel was waiting just inside her front door for Eddie to arrive and take her to the party. She was excited and nervous in equal measure. Her breasts felt too large inside her tight top. Her legs felt too exposed in her short skirt.

Part of her wondered if it was too late to back out. But her brain reminded her that, if she did, she would just be at home, sad and missing the fun.

She had tried to be sensible but it hadn’t worked. She knew that letting her needy cunt make the decisions was a bad plan but she was still here, waiting for Eddie.

Eddie drove a large pick-up with a heavy diesel engine and Isobel could hear him arriving from down the street. She adjusted her stockings — one last time — and licked her lips nervously. Then she muttered to herself in irritation because of course she had — again, for the third time in as many minutes — licked off her lipstick.

She was just re-applying it when Eddie’s truck pulled up at the kerb in front of her house. Without letting herself even think about what she was doing, Isobel grabbed her keys and walked to her front door. If she let herself think, she would be too scared to go through with it, and she wanted to go out and have fun, dammit.

Eddie opened the door for her from inside. The truck was so large, that Isobel felt tiny climbing up into the cabin.

Pulling the car door shut behind her, she dared to peek a glance at her date for the party tonight. Eddie. The man who had fucked her senseless six weeks ago. The man who said he wanted to own her, body and soul.

I’ll pick you up for the party on Saturday.

We can hammer out the details while I’m fucking you on Sunday.

You’ll belong to me from Sunday.

Oh gods, this was a bad plan.

Eddie was just the same as ever — a tall, solidly built man ten or so years older than herself, with a square jaw and grey eyes. Right now, he was watching her with a faintly amused smile on his face. Isobel met his eyes, and looked away again, just as quickly.

Her heart was beating fast and she forced herself to swallow — and not to lick her lipstick off again — as she pulled on her seatbelt. Even not looking at him, she could tell he was still just sitting there in the driver’s seat, watching her, that amused, faintly smug smile still shaping his lips.

The words from his text message this morning rang in her ears.

I want three things from you tonight.

I’m going to blindfold you.

I want to loan your breasts out for other men to grope.

And I’m going to use your cunt.

None of these things were new. Technically. Isobel had already spent a whole evening and night with Eddie blindfolded, and every man present on that occasion had groped her breasts, and he himself had fucked her cunt many, many times. So many times, in fact, that — embarrassingly — she actually couldn’t remember how many.

Tonight was different, though.

Isobel sat in Eddie’s car, surrounded by the rich scent of him, and her frightened mind wondered if this had been a mistake. He scared her and turned her on in equal measure, and she had literally spent the last six weeks thinking about him non-stop.

‘Are you dressed like I ordered you to dress, fuckhole?’ Eddie’s voice was mild, yet it felt like a whiplash across Isobel’s over-sensitive mind.

‘Y-yes,’ she stammered, quietly, embarrassed that she let him call her that. Everyone at the party would hear him calling her ‘fuckhole’. That’s how they would all think of her.

She was even more embarrassed that she had let him tell her what to wear. He now knew she would wear what he told her to. And the people at the party were also going to know what she would let him do to her.

I want easy access to your breasts.

Short skirt.

No panties.

Wear that big butt plug that you posted online about. And a toy in your other hole. I want you full and uncomfortable.

Isobel had flushed in embarrassment as she read his text, unable to believe how crudely he talked to her. But she had obeyed him.

The butt plug sat inside her now, her seated position reminding her continuously of its presence. It was a large, ridged plug with a thick stem that forced her tight anus continually open. She had bought in an over-optimistic, horny mood.

Tonight, pushing it into herself, she had wondered if it would even fit inside her. It felt huge as she sat in his car, like a metal rod up her anus. She had picked the smallest of her insertable toys for her cunt, but still, with the two toys inside her, Isobel felt full, invaded.

I want you full and uncomfortable.

Well, she would tell Eddie that he had succeeded, but she didn’t think he needed the encouragement. She guessed he would leave them inside her until he fucked her. She wasn’t sure what she was dreading the most — walking around the party feeling overfull with them inside her or Eddie fucking her in full view of the party guests. Gods, everyone was going to know what she let him do to her and how much she enjoyed it.

‘Yes, what?’ Eddie’s voice was harsh, like a slap. Isobel jumped, realising she was daydreaming while Eddie was waiting for her.

‘Y-yes, M-m-master,’ Isobel stammered.

Fuck, this was going to be hard.

‘Mmm,’ he murmured and reached out a hand to stroke his fingers across her breast through her dress. ‘Don’t forget again, fuckhole.’

Isobel whimpered at him calling her ‘fuckhole’ again. Eddie just laughed.

‘Look at me,’ he commanded, and Isobel forced herself to turn and look at him, a nervous attempt at a smile on her face. It seemed silly to be so nervous when she had already survived an evening with him doing far more to her than he would tonight. But she knew why she was nervous — if she enjoyed tonight, she would fall further under his spell, then she would be lost.

You’ll belong to me from Sunday.

Oh gods, that was tomorrow.

Eddie had a long list of the things he was going to do when he owned her, and — terrified yet intrigued — Isobel knew she wanted him to do them all.

But for now, he just smiled at her, a huge genuine smile that split his face, and caressed one finger up and down the side of her face. He chuckled at her. ‘We’re going to have fun tonight. And you’re going to enjoy it all, aren’t you?’

Isobel’s eyes were wide, watching him. He chuckled again, caressing her lips with a finger. Isobel felt her breathing quicken.

Eddie kept speaking. ‘You’re going to enjoy the men’s hands on your breasts. Even more, you’re going to enjoy me using your body as a toy for their groping hands and dirty minds. And I know you’re going to enjoy it when I push you down, pull out that toy you’ve obediently put in your cunt and fuck my big cock straight inside you. Aren’t you?’

His finger was still playing with her lips and Isobel knew her mouth was slowly opening in response.

Begging to be fucked, Eddie had said last time.

Eddie was still talking. ‘Do you want me fuck you in the main room? Right in front of everyone, where your stupid ex-boyfriend will see that I get to stick my dick inside you, and he can’t? Or shall I take you to a private space so that I’ve got you all to myself?’

It was embarrassing but the answer was so easy that Isobel spoke without thinking. ‘B-both.’ And then she flushed, hot and red, so very embarrassed.

Eddie grinned, a hard, smug smile. ‘Both, Master.’

Pleasure Toy: Isobel’s Collar will be released in April 2023. Follow me for updates!

Have you read my first novel about Isobel and Eddie? Pleasure Doll: The Enslavement of Isobel is available on All These Roadworks and Smashwords.

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