Her Perfect Toy (The Diaper Dolls Book 1): A Dark Anal Training & Diaper Regression Sex Story: From Power to Plug Slut - Chastity, Enemas & Diaper Obe
He used to be powerful.
A man in every sense of the word-tall, confident, in control. His world was built on power suits and sharp words, a cocky smirk and a wallet thick enough to bend anyone to his will. In the boardroom, he gave orders. In the bedroom, he took what he wanted. There were no boundaries. No doubts. No cracks in the image of the man he had built.
But deep inside, buried beneath years of ego and entitlement, there was a need.
A hunger he never dared speak.
To be used.
To be broken.
To be owned.
And then she found him.
Seraphina.
A woman who didn't just command the room-she consumed it. Her beauty wasn't soft. It was sharpened like a blade. Porcelain skin, curves wrapped in black silk, eyes like frozen silver that saw through every lie. Her voice was velvet laced with venom. Her smile promised pain.
She didn't ask for obedience.
She expected it.
And when she invited him to kneel, he didn't understand the trap he was walking into.
Not at first.
What started as play-a teasing pink plug, a whispered dare-became routine. Then ritual. Then law.
Each day she pushed him deeper: thicker plugs, longer wear, denied orgasms. She replaced his cock with a cage, his boxers with diapers, his bed with a locked crib. She stripped him of every illusion he had of manhood until all that was left was a dripping hole trained to stretch and ache for her.
She didn't just control his body.
She controlled his needs.
His piss. His pleasure. His ability to speak, move, exist.
And still-he craved her.
Worse than lust.
Worse than love.
Worship.
She named him Lola.
She diapered him. Fucked him. Milked him without mercy. She turned his own body against him, rewiring every nerve until he came from her plug and cried when she took it away. She fed him from bottles. Wiped him down. Inserted enemas and watched him tremble. She didn't just own his hole-she owned his humiliation.
And then... she shared him.
Dressed in a soaked diaper and nothing else, he was shown to other Mistresses. Displayed. Fucked. Judged. And he thanked her for it. Begged to be punished harder. To be reduced further.
Until there was no man left.
Just a name stitched across a onesie.
Just a tattoo above a ruined hole.
Just a crinkling diaper, a gaping ass, a trembling, plug-trained toy with no rights, no thoughts, no purpose beyond serving.
Lola.
Her perfect toy.
This is not a love story.
This is not romance.
This is transformation-filthy, irreversible, and complete.
Welcome to the descent.
Welcome to obedience.
Welcome to Her Perfect Toy.
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