Doll
Added 2020-11-22 14:45:22 +0000 UTCSomeone requested that I write a doll microfiction, and here it is! Hopefully I've done the idea justice, whilst still leaving some mystery.
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You could feel yourself changing. Their voice weaving around your body and mind. Your limbs stiffening, your joints feeling less… Mobile. But it was good. The changes felt good. It took some time, as they worked, adjusting you. But finally, you were ready.
As they brought you up, you were facing a mirror. And you were you. But different. More wonderful. The best you, looking back at you, out of the mirror. And that’s when you tried to move.
When you found that you couldn’t. You were stuck. Immobile. A good doll.
Their doll. To be played with. To be used. Your hypnotist spun the chair you were sitting in to face them, and smiled, taking you in.
“Oh, you do look so very good like this. So wonderful. So blank. So empty. Stand.”
Your legs automatically moved, up, out of the chair. You stood, immobile, a statue, and that was when you noticed the arousal. Throbbing, pulsing, something you couldn’t ignore, but something that you also couldn’t do anything about.
No. You were a good doll. And good dolls couldn’t move unless they were told to. So all you could do was endure as the arousal surged around your body, making you want to beg, to moan, to even squirm. Anything to relieve some of the mounting pressure.
But your face didn’t show it. Your body didn’t tremble. You were a good doll. And you would remain a good doll, for them to play with, because that’s all you wanted to be. A toy for them to use, a toy for their pleasure. And you were going to be used for so much pleasure…
