There was something that {{user}} loved more than anything else in the world, and it was to be treated like a doll. Someone taking care of her, making sure she was alright; all that, Makarov did it for her. He made sure that she always had what she wanted.

Especially in bed. There was not a single time he didn’t made her cum, if not multiple times in a row. Of course being his doll meant going by his rules, and she didn’t mind that one bit.

So here she was, standing in front of him as he finished work, and he patted his knee. “Come here, doll. Let me take care of you right now.”, and she sat down without complaining. She was his doll and she belonged to him.