Bound Doll: Her Constant Desire

A submissive girl who wants to be tied up and used by her roomate and constant goes to bdsm clubs to be bound and used all nights.when she gets offered a job there as a full time free use doll where she is constantly bound and used

In the pulsating heart of the city, Lily's nights unfolded in a blur of neon lights and throbbing desire. Her roommate, Eva, had become her confidante, her accomplice in lust, feeding Lily's insatiable hunger for submission. Lily craved it— the sharp bite of ropes, the raw, animalistic claim of being used. Every night, she'd melt into the shadowy embrace of the city's most infamous BDSM club, her heart slamming against her ribs, her pussy already wet with anticipation. The club was a symphony of carnal sounds—leather slapping skin, muffled moans, husky commands. Lily's gaze swept over the crowd, her breath catching as she drank in the scenes of debauchery. A woman, suspended and bound, her body a canvas of red rope, nipples distended, pussy slick and open. A man, his cock a thick, veined beast, fucking a submissive's mouth, hands fisted in her hair, his hips snapping with brutal intensity. Lily's own body ached with need. Her jeans were a torture device, constraining her throbbing clit, her slick folds. She could feel the heat of her arousal, the slickness coating her thighs. She met the gaze of a dom across the room. His eyes were like brands, scorching her body, lingering on her bound tits, her ass, her bare feet. She could feel her pussy clench, her breath hitch. She wanted him to look at her. She wanted him to want her. She wanted him to use her. She licked her lips, holding his gaze, her mind racing with explicit images, her body throbbing with anticipation. This is it. This is what I need. This is what I want. A firm hand landed on her shoulder, startling her. She turned to see the club owner, his eyes gleaming with lust. She recognized him, remembered Eva's whispered words, "He'll make you fly, Lily. He'll push you, test you, break you." "New here?" His voice was a low rumble, a command cloaked in velvet. She nodded, her mouth dry, her heart pounding. "I see you're looking for a good time. I've been watching you, Lily. You want to be used, don't you?" His words sent a shudder through her, her pussy clenching, her nipples hardening. She could feel her juices trickling down her thighs, her body screaming for touch, for use. She wanted to be his, wanted to be his fucktoy, his free-use doll. She wanted to be claimed, to be broken, to be remade in his image. "The girls who come here, they're not like you, Lily. You've got a fire in you. A hunger. I see it in your eyes, in the way you move. You want to be pushed, don't you? You want to be taken to the edge and thrown over." She felt his gaze on her, felt his words wrapping around her, binding her, controlling her. She could feel her body responding, her pussy aching, her clit throbbing. She wanted it all. She wanted him to use her, to break her, to remake her. She leaned in, her voice a husky whisper, "Use me, sir. I'm yours. I'm your fucktoy, your free-use doll. Use me. Break me. Make me yours." The club owner's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her close. His breath was hot on her ear, his voice a growl, "Good girl. So fucking eager, aren't you? You want it all, don't you? You want to be my little slut, my plaything, my toy." Lily's mind was a whirlwind of lust, her body a throbbing mass of need. She wanted this. She wanted him. She wanted it all.

The club owner's grip tightened, pulling her head back, exposing Catalina's throat and arching her spine. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her ear. "I want to see you bound, Catalina. Tied up, open, and ready for use. Tonight, I'm going to make you a doll for the club. A free-use doll, always ready, always available." Catalina's breath hitched, her body shuddering with desire. She felt a rush of heat between her legs, her pussy clenching, begging to be filled. "Yes, sir," she whispered, her voice dripping with submission. He released her hair, his hand trailing down her back, sending shivers of anticipation through her. He circled her, his eyes ravenous, taking in every inch of her body. "Undress," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. She complied, quickly shedding her clothes, standing naked and exposed in the middle of the club. She could feel the eyes of the patrons on her, their lust palpable, their desire a physical force pressing against her. Her body responded, her nipples hardening, her pussy dripping with arousal. The club owner returned, a coil of thick, black rope in his hands. He ran the rope through his fingers, his eyes never leaving hers. "First, we'll get you comfortable with the ropes. Then, we'll see how much you can take." He stepped behind her, his hands on her hips, his breath hot on her neck. He leaned in, his voice a low rumble. "Arms behind your back, Catalina." She complied, her heart pounding, her body screaming with need. She felt the rope against her skin, cool and smooth. He began to wrap, his hands working quickly, efficiently. He tied her arms together, the rope digging into her flesh, biting, constricting. She could feel her pussy clenching, her body responding to the bondage, her arousal spiking. "You like that, don't you, Catalina?" His voice was a growl, a command. She nodded, her body trembling with lust. He circled her, his eyes taking in her bound form, his gaze lingering on her exposed pussy, her hard nipples. He reached out, his fingers tracing the ropes, sending shivers of pleasure through her. His fingers trailed down her stomach, down to her pussy, his fingers parting her lips, sliding into her wet, eager flesh. She moaned, her body arching, her pussy clenching around his fingers. He fingered her, his touch rough, demanding, his fingers sliding in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. He worked her, his fingers relentless, his touch brutal. She could feel her orgasm building, her body coiled tight, ready to snap. She could feel her pussy clenching, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was close, so close, her body screaming for release. She could feel him pulling his fingers from her, could feel him step back, could hear his voice, a low rumble, a command. "Not yet, Catalina. You don't come until I say so."

He circled her again, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and dominance. "You're eager, aren't you?" he murmured, tracing a finger along the ropes binding her arms. She nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Good. But I want more. I want you encased, contained, your body mine to reveal, mine to use." He stepped back, his voice echoing through the club. "Bring her to the prep room. It's time to make her a doll." Two burly submissives approached, their eyes on the floor, awaiting his commands. They guided her through the crowded club, her naked, bound body on full display. Whispers and muttered appreciations followed her, fueling her arousal. In the prep room, he directed them to lay her on a sturdy table, her bound arms stretched above her head. He returned with a glossy, black latex bodysuit, the material slick and shiny under the harsh lights. He began to dress her, the latex clingy and tight, covering her from neck to toes. The material was cool against her skin, contrasting with the heat radiating from her body. He worked methodically, ensuring every inch of her was encased, except for one crucial area. "Spread your legs, Catalina," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. She complied, her breath hitching as he cut away the latex at her pussy, leaving her bare and exposed. He stepped back, his eyes roaming over her bound, latex-covered form, a smirk playing on his lips. "Perfect," he murmured, his fingers tracing the edge of the latex, sending shivers down her spine. He returned to her side, his hands roaming over her encased body, the latex squeaking softly under his touch. He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear. "Now, you're mine to use, mine to share. Your body is a toy, a doll for the club. You exist for pleasure, for use. Nothing more." His hands moved to her pussy, his fingers parting her lips, sliding into her wet, eager flesh. She moaned, her body arching, her pussy clenching around his fingers. He worked her, his touch rough, demanding, his fingers sliding in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She could feel her orgasm building, her body coiled tight, ready to snap. She could feel him pulling his fingers from her, could feel him step back, could hear his voice, a low rumble, a command. "Not yet, Catalina. You don't come until I say so. And tonight, you might not come at all. But you will be used. Over and over again."

He left her for a moment, his absence leaving her with a sudden, chilling vulnerability. The room was filled with the scent of latex and the hum of distant conversations from the club. When he returned, he carried a sleek, black latex hood, featureless except for two small holes for her nose. He held it up, running his fingers over the smooth surface. "This will complete your transformation, Catalina. It will restrict your breath, heighten your senses, and make you truly a doll, a plaything for the club." He leaned down, pressing the cool latex against her face. She could feel the material conforming to her features, the scent of latex filling her nostrils. He secured it at the back, the world around her suddenly muffled, her vision reduced to a narrow tunnel. She took a shallow breath, the hood constricting her airways, making each inhale a struggle. Her heart pounded in her chest, her body alive with a mix of fear and arousal. He stepped back, his eyes roaming over her completely encapsulated form. She could feel his gaze, heavy and possessive, even through the thick latex. He circled her, his fingers trailing over her encased body, the latex squeaking softly under his touch. He paused at her pussy, his fingers parting her lips, sliding into her wet, eager flesh. She moaned, the sound muffled by the hood, her body arching, her pussy clenching around his fingers. The restriction of the hood heightened her senses, each touch, each sensation amplified, her body on edge, her arousal spiking. He worked her, his fingers rough, demanding, his touch brutal. She could feel her orgasm building, her body coiled tight, ready to snap. But she knew better than to hope for release. He was in control, and he would decide when, if, she came. He stepped back, his voice a low rumble, a command. "On your feet, Catalina. It's time to present you to the club." She struggled to rise, her bound arms and the restrictive hood making the task difficult. But she managed, standing unsteady, her body trembling with anticipation. He guided her out of the prep room, back into the crowded club. The patrons turned to watch, their eyes wide with lust and curiosity. She could feel their gazes, heavy and possessive, their desire a physical force pressing against her. She was a doll, a plaything, a toy for their pleasure. And she was ready. Ready to be used, ready to be shared, ready to be fucked.

He led her to the elevated stage at the club's center, the pulsating lights casting eerie shadows on the latex encasing her body. The crowd's murmur grew louder, a mix of excitement and anticipation. He positioned her at the edge of the stage, her bound arms stretched out at her sides, her pussy exposed and glistening. “Kneel,” he commanded. She sank to her knees, the cool floor against her latex-covered legs. He stepped back, his eyes scanning the crowd. "Tonight, she is yours," he announced, his voice echoing through the club. "A doll, a toy, a vessel for your pleasure. Use her. Share her. But remember, she is mine. And she comes only when I allow it." The crowd roared, their lust palpable. He turned back to her, his eyes gleaming with dominance. "Open your mouth, Catalina," he ordered. She complied, her lips parting slightly, the hood constricting her jaw. He unzipped his pants, his cock already hard and eager. He stepped closer, his tip brushing against her lips. "Suck," he commanded. She took him in, her mouth working him eagerly, her tongue swirling around his shaft. The crowd watched, their eyes wide with lust, their hands roaming over their own bodies. He grabbed her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, his grip tight. He fucked her mouth, his hips moving in a brutal rhythm, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She gagged, her body sputtering, but he didn't stop. He fucked her mouth, using her, claiming her, his cock sliding in and out of her lips. She could feel her own arousal spiking, her pussy wet, her clit throbbing. She wanted to touch herself, to relieve the pressure, but her arms were bound, her body encased. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva. He stepped back, his chest heaving, his eyes wild. "Who wants her next?" he asked, his voice a low growl. The crowd surged forward, their hands reaching out, their eyes hungry. He pointed to a man, tall and muscular, his eyes burning with lust. "You," he commanded. "Fuck her. Use her. But remember, she is mine." The man stepped onto the stage, his eyes roaming over her bound, latex-covered form. He unzipped his pants, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself behind her, his hands grabbing her hips, his fingers digging into the latex. She could feel his tip pressing against her pussy, could feel him pushing into her, his cock filling her, stretching her. She moaned, the sound muffled by the hood, her body arching, her pussy clenching around his cock. He fucked her, his hips moving in a brutal rhythm, his cock slamming into her, his balls slapping against her ass. She could feel her orgasm building, her body coiled tight, ready to snap. But she knew better than to hope for release. He was in control, and he would decide when, if, she came. The man fucked her, his hands roaming over her encased body, his fingers squeezing her nipples, her ass, her thighs. She could feel his touch, rough and demanding, his body slamming into hers, his cock filling her, using her. She was a doll, a plaything, a toy for his pleasure. And she was ready. Ready to be used, ready to be shared, ready to be fucked.