Doll
Added 2020-11-04 19:19:10 +0000 UTCThis is something I've wanted to write for a while, your partner enjoying having turned you into their doll. Enjoy!
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You could feel a sort of static in your body. You were stuck. One hand holding your phone, the other midway through brushing your cheek. You heard your partner giggle from behind you, but couldn’t turn to see them. You did feel their hand on your collar, give you a slight pull.
And you couldn’t help but walk backwards with them. Not too fast, you weren’t in any danger of tripping. They wouldn’t hurt their doll. They brought you to the centre of the bedroom, and took a moment, circling you, an eager look in their eyes.
“Oh I do always love the sight of my doll like this. Helpless, stuck. Here…” They Brought your arms round to your back, and left them there, wrist over wrist. “That’s a better pose for my good doll… Isn’t it? Nod your head or me, my good pet.”
And your head was nodding, automatically, rhythmically. They giggled again. Your mind was feeling fuzzy. Where there once were thoughts, now there were sparks of pleasure and obedience. “Awh, look at you. Doesn’t it feel good to be such a good doll?”
You couldn’t stop your head from nodding, and as it did, you found yourself agreeing with them. It did feel good to be a good doll. “Stop nodding pet.” Instantly, your head stopped moving. The pleasant fuzzy tingling in your brain was growing.
They smiled at you, drawing close, adoration etched onto their face. They kissed you, softly, gently, and your body automatically returned it, your lips meeting theirs. “Okay, doll. Are you ready? Open response.” You nod, more than ready. They smile. “Okay. Ears off.”
And with that, your sound is gone from your conscious mind. You obey their orders, perfectly, without ever knowing what their orders are. But it makes you so very happy, to see them smile at their perfect, obedient Doll.
