I found the following photos via a post at Klaudia’s shoe blog (she’s a NiteFlirt friend who also runs The Pump & Grind — such a clever clever name for a shoe fetish newsletter!).


The artist behind these photos, Beatrice Morabito, writes the following about her work:
A doll can not move by herself, cannot smile, cry, change the position of her body, the expression of the face and so on.
It is you doing all these things in her place, so she can be a simply object in your hands…
It is exactly this which resonates with me — not only when I look at the photos, but how I feel as a submissive.

Especially with Marc.
Marc often denigrates Blackie’s relationship with me, calling me a pampered pet; he thinks Blackie is too kind or soft with me.

(I feel that’s not true, especially as Blackie gives me to Marc, a man I loathe; but that’s for another time, another post, I suppose.)

Marc’s philosophy in slave management is obviously different as his feelings towards me are so vastly different. He views me as a plaything. And in fact, often refers to me as “His doll.”

His game theory, if you will, with this doll includes the positioning of me as he wishes and leaving me sit on display.
Sometimes it’s just for his viewing pleasure.

Sometimes it’s for my discomfort.

Other times, it’s for others to see. Even out in public.

Whatever his reason, it’s always humiliating and exhausting.
Especially so when there’s no orgasm for me. But I’m not to complain; I’m a toy to be used and my pleasure is irrelevant.

Marc most often ignores ropes and other bondage tools (for absolute restraint of me, anyway), and prefers to position me and remind me that as a doll I cannot move. Even when he uses me.
My restraint is his will. I do not move until he wishes it.
If I fail, if a limb flails in anyway other than due to the impact of inflicted impact or thrusts, he may will punish me.
And sometimes when he is done playing with me he will abandon me like a child, walking away and leaving me laying on the floor.
