Tiana, My Perfect Doll

On the occasion of a special event, Tiana promised me that she would fully submit to an initiation that would rigorously test her physical and mental resilience. Will she have enough strength and willpower to keep her commitment to the end?

Tiana was kneeling before me, her hands bound behind her back, her torso making rhythmic movements as she offered me a paced blowjob, her beautiful brown eyes fixed on me, constantly seeking to gauge my satisfaction.

Her face was smeared with a mix of her tears and her own saliva, giving her an alluring, shiny appearance. In my eyes, no other makeup could enhance her beauty as much, and I never tired of beholding her ravaged submissive face.

While her body swayed like a metronome, her delicate lips traversed my intimate organ with intensity, leaving in their wake a muffled sound, a rhythmic gurgling that filled the room's silence, bearing witness to her struggle against her own reflexes.

Tiana looked at me with concern, as if she already knew she was far from meeting my expectations. And she was right; there was still ground to cover, 5 cm that until now had remained untouched by her saliva. She was aware of this, and yet, despite all her devotion, a part of her throat deployed a steel barrier, preventing me from fully conquering her territory.

She had done enough; it was time for me to take matters into my own hands. I then grabbed her head with my hands, my palms pressing against her temples and my fingers digging into the back of her skull. I slowly guided her, exploring her limits myself, gently insisting each time I pulled her towards me. She surrendered to my control, maintaining eye contact with exemplary concentration.

"Relax! No tension in your throat, take a deep breath." My hand massaged her throat just above her Adam's apple with a small circular motion. Once she'd taken a breath, I pulled her back towards me to her limit. Tiana closed her eyes, her shoulders tensing, a sign of struggle against her growing discomfort. Then her gag reflexes kicked in, forcing her to briefly expel some spit with a gurgling sound. Ignoring her struggles, I insisted with all my strength, adjusting her head with micro-movements as if searching for the perfect angle. Suddenly, the barrier gave way, "pop!", a sharp sound, like opening a champagne bottle, was heard, and I could bring my trophy close to me.

I felt her lips on my lower abdomen and my sex was warm and wet, fully welcomed into her mouth. But the victory was short-lived as her vital reflexes took over. Her hands, previously docilely locked, pushed me away with force in a panic move. I released her, allowing her a temporary escape from my grip. She lay back on the floor, a hand on her chest, panting, coughing, desperately trying to catch her breath. Tears streamed down her face, her expression showing a mix of fear and despair, as if her very survival were at stake.

Unfazed, I watched, hypnotized, by this erotic, frail, and so vulnerable body. I savored the exquisite taste of her distress like one savors a fine wine, seeking to explore all its complexity. The tasting was just beginning because I needed to punish her for her rebellion, to show her my authority was absolute. I crouched down, my right hand wrapping around her long black hair. As I stood, I pulled her towards me with a violent yank, forcing her to rise quickly. Once standing, my other hand shot to her throat like a cobra, grasping it firmly in a merciless grip. Lifted onto her tiptoes, her face was red, her small hands helplessly clutching my forearm, her mouth opening to try to inhale the little air I allowed. Our faces were mere centimeters apart, and I could feel her ragged breath on my skin. "I said: no... hands! This is the last time, you understand?" I said, looking her straight in the eyes with my most severe and threatening expression.

Without a word, Tiana nodded submissively, and I freed her from her precarious situation by pushing her back with controlled force, enough to make her lose balance without falling over. She fell to the ground, catching herself with her hands, and I gave her a few seconds to catch her breath and get back into position. Ready once more, Tiana knelt, her body straight, her small chest prominently showing hard pink candy-colored nipples, and her hands crossed behind her back, completing her tableau of submission. I brought my royal organ to her mouth, which accepted it without hesitation, then my hands gripped her head again, reducing her to a mere joystick. In control of Tiana, I was determined to lead her down the roughest roads and into the darkest landscapes that even the sun could not illuminate.

I gradually guided her to regain her bearings. She slid along my sex with rhythm and fluidity, though not yet matching her previous record, but I wanted her to first regain her confidence, because to build high, one must dig deep. Satisfied with her progress, I asked her almost rhetorically, "Ready? You've done this before, so don't disappoint me." Then I pulled her towards me, forcing her capricious barrier to open again, but this time I felt less resistance, and quickly, she reached the end. "Well done!" I congratulated her, pulling out immediately but keeping my toy partially in her mouth. She was gasping for air, but I could see a smile and a hint of pride in her eyes. The manifestation of her joy, with my penis in her mouth, was an invaluable expression, engraving this unforgettable memory in me forever.

"gwhaaack, gwhaaack, gwhaaack!" Tiana's throat sang a guttural hymn reminiscent of a duck's quack as I slightly increased the pace with large back-and-forth movements. She followed the dance but had to fight at every step, as each time I fully entered her, I could feel her entire body tense. She had to manage her breath, finding the right timing to breathe, while also battling her rejection reflexes which intensified with each thrust. I felt she was like a stretched wire, threatening to snap at any moment, but her fantastic duck-like melody encouraged me to make her sing more. I increased the pace even more, my movements becoming more brutal; I pulled her towards me as if venting on a rowing machine.

Then the inevitable moment came; as I withdrew from her, I brought with me a powerful torrent of gastric fluid that she expelled from both her mouth and nose. She leaned forward, supporting herself with her hands while continuing to pour out her bile onto the polished floor. Frozen by this unprecedented spectacle, I could easily identify the composition of her breakfast, a mix of cornflakes and red fruits with milk. Once her offering was finished, she leaned back, covered her face with both hands, and broke down in sobs. I then slid behind her, pulling her body against mine. "Good girl, you've been brave." I caressed her belly with circular motions while my mouth busied itself depositing numerous kisses on her neck. I felt the warmth of her body and the sweet scent emanating from her hair.

I whispered these words to her: "It's not over, you haven't forgotten your promise, have you?" Her hands left her face, her body trembling from the last afflictions. She turned to me, her face tear-streaked, and responded, "No, I haven't forgotten." "And remind me, what did you promise?" I insisted to hear the answer from her mouth. "That... I would make you come..." she answered with hesitation and timidity. "And you're about to succeed! You can feel it behind you, can't you?" Despite the interruption, my engorged member was harder than ever. She nodded and took a long, shaky breath, preparing herself for what was to come. I moved away from her and turned her towards me, preparing her for her final trial.

"This time, Tiana, I'll let you do it, but you must go all the way without my help." I said, putting my hands behind my back. The idea I'd just had excited me because Tiana would become her own executioner. She complied, forcing herself to impale herself on my lance. At first, her movement was in two parts: she reached the stop, then pushed further to complete the movement. But after a dozen back-and-forths, she was now able to take it all in one go. I had to admit this girl was skilled; she knew I was holding back, and her lips tightened more and more around my organ, forcing me to surrender.

But I hadn't said my last word, because when she was deep inside me, my hands regained their grip on her head, forbidding her to pull back. "Stay for 5 seconds, 1... 2... 3... 4..." I counted slowly, and Tiana found herself caught off guard in my diabolical vise; she was desperately short of air and let out a muffled cry while making small head shakes. "5!" Finally, I released my prisoner who withdrew like a rocket, taking a deep breath. She gasped, her eyes wide with panic, but gradually, she regained her composure and her breathing became regular. "You'll get your finale, darling... But always under my terms." I said to myself in an amused inner dialogue.

I brought my sex forward, and we resumed our little game. "10 seconds now, are you ready?" Then Tiana took a deep breath, and I locked her in me again before starting the countdown: "1... 2... 3... 4..." She stood against me, completely still, focused on her task, but I noticed her eyes were closed. My thumbs then pressed on her eyelids to open them, reminding her to maintain eye contact. "5... 6... 7... 8..." I saw her struggle against her gag reflex, her body trembling as she let out gurgling sounds. "9... 10!" I felt she just wanted one thing, to be free, but this time, I decided to release her by making her slowly traverse every millimeter of my flesh. When my toy left her mouth, it carried with it a strand of viscous saliva, testifying to the bond that united us in this erotic ordeal.

I marveled at this spectacle that was almost reaching its climax, as my excitement was almost at its peak. I spread the sticky substance on her face, realizing how beautiful she looked with her new coating. This time, I grabbed her head to impose my rhythm again, and my sex found itself once more in her wet cavity for another excavation. I asked her to take a deep breath, then my sex plunged deep into her. It was time to give her her milky reward, and I held her head firmly against me, but my hips, on the other hand, made frantic micro-movements so that my glans could cross the barrier and return immediately. We were both like a pressure cooker, although my situation was far preferable to hers.

Then came the moment, ecstasy was approaching; I pushed my hips towards her and, at the same time, pulled her towards me with all my strength. Tiana struggled, her arms trying to push me away, while I filled her with my sacred nectar, which poured directly down her throat, and I heard with cruel satisfaction the sound she made swallowing my semen, salvo by salvo. I released my grip, and once free, Tiana caught her breath, coughing, her body bent in two. After a moment where she finally recovered, I offered her my beast again, still slightly drooling. Tiana finished her task with her expert tongue, swallowing it all at once and presenting her wide-open mouth, tongue out for inspection, as she did at the end of each blowjob.

Tiana sat, curled up, her gaze pointing towards an imaginary shadow, her body still trembling, still shaken by all these emotions. This first experience of deep throating had put her to the test, pushing her physical and mental resilience to their limits and revealing her enormous potential, which I intended to exploit by having her explore every practice, from the lightest to the most extreme forms. "Well done, darling, you can rest after cleaning the floor." She nodded and stood up. I approached her and embraced her, "Wouldn't you forget to tell me something?" I asked mischievously. She answered with a forced smile, "Yes, sorry, I forgot, happy birthday, daddy."