As I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t shake the image of the Bratz doll-like woman who had been haunting my dreams. With her long ankle-length blonde hair in braids, tight and toned body, perfect breasts and ass, and small waist, she was the epitome of my deepest fantasies.
I woke up to find her standing at the foot of my bed, her big oversized blue eyes staring me down with a badass, kickass attitude. “Worship me,” she commanded, her voice dripping with dominance.
I was powerless to resist as she climbed onto the bed and straddled me, her perfect body on full display. She teased me with her breasts, rubbing them against my face as she laughed at my helplessness. I tried to touch her, but she swatted my hands away, keeping me at her mercy.
She ground her hips against me, using me as her personal toy. I could feel myself getting harder, but she didn’t seem to care. Instead, she mocked me, calling me her little plaything.
Despite the humiliation, I couldn’t help but be turned on by her dominance. I begged her to let me touch her, to let me taste her, but she just laughed and continued to use me for her own pleasure.
As I lay there, completely at her mercy, I realized that this was the ultimate Bratz doll fantasy. I was her toy, her plaything, and I would do anything to please her.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she allowed me to pleasure her. I worshipped her body, kissing and licking every inch of her perfect skin. And as she reached her climax, I knew that I had truly become her personal toy.
I woke up, my heart racing and my body aching for release. It had all been a dream, but the memory of River, the Bratz doll domme, would stay with me forever.
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