Show me how sweet little dolls like me should be treated - like the toys they are, sitting there and looking pretty. Keep me permanently gagged unless my warm, wet mouth is in use.

I’m a pretty smart guy. Whether it’s college, work, or general knowledge, I’m obviously quite clever. More than that, I’m a unique, charming individual with fun anecdotes to share about all of my little adventures. A real character, I’ve been told – self-confident, driven, and in control of my own life.

Not to you, though. All you see is a short, slim body, long hair, a nice little round ass, and a cock you could hang towels off of. Oh, and that mouth that never shuts up, with its plump, pink lips. Really, what business do I have going around like I’m important, or worth listening to at all? I should just be sitting there, looking pretty, while the adults in the room are talking. Nothing more than a cute little dumpy squeezed into tight jeans, a bulge to squeeze when you feel like it, and some soft lips to take care of your other needs. I’ll just sit here quietly, giggle at your jokes, and follow you like a good doll.

Ugh. It started so slowly; I didn’t even realize it. Initially I was taken aback by your comments now and then; interrupting me talking to say I should be seen and not heard, and then insisting that it was just a joke. Telling all your friends about my oversized cock, then having me sit there at a party while you all giggled and whispered behind my back. Soon, it escalated. I’d be talking, and you’d smile condescendingly, swat my ass with your fingertips, and say ‘shh, sweetie. Nobody wants to hear that.’ At first, I could tell people around us were a little surprised, but then it kept happening…

Now, it’s par for the course. Your friends even join in. You’ll bring me along for coffee and one of them will ask me a loaded question, patronizing grins all around the table. As I go to answer, your palm finds its way over my mouth, prompting a squeak and a blush from me. ‘Aw, isn’t he sweet?’ you’ll coo, our eyes meeting as you smile. ‘He’s such a sweet little doll. The other day, he started talking about history, or something – bless his little heart – and I had to remind him he’s just my sweet little doll, aren’t you? Aw, yes you are! I’m thinking of keeping him gagged, just to make it easier for him to remember he’s not like us girls, yeah? Those lips should be saved for… well.’

Giggles all around the table as your hand left my mouth, and I resumed sitting there, on display. Your patronized, dumb little doll, trying desperately to disguise the throbbing, wet mess below.

So, let’s cut to the chase. I’m a small, thin, flat-chested guy with long brown hair, a babyface and a dumpy so bouncy and round you could bounce quarters off it. A femboy, as I have been called. You have stumbled upon my objectification kink, and are seeing fit to bully me into being your obedient, pretty little doll. Overly patronizing verbal abuse is highly encouraged, as is the use of humiliation and social pressure to keep me in my place – as your personal little bulge to tease and objectify.

Kinks: Gags, bondage, cuddles, objectification, teasing, talking and gag talk, humiliation, slavery

Limits: Blood, scat, snuff, extreme pain, incest, age stuff, writing that is only about sex, typos