Dumbification & Dollification For Women Only 🥰

brush her hair starting with smaller mats tip to root

give her something fresh to wear

buy her soft house slippers to protect her delicate feet from floor impacts when shes not in uniform

apply appropriate balms, oils or creams to her “skin” depending on how youve carved, painted, or decorated her material(s)

if she is a wind up doll, check up on her inner gearworks and give her a good tuning or at least use a can of compressed air

if she is a plush doll, give her seams a once over and make sure her fluff isnt too squished or compressed in any area

if she is a marionette, check the tension on her strings and replace ones that are weak or close to snapping

kiss every part of her you love

do her nails in the color that looks best on her

polish her faceplate of any marks or smudges

remind her how pleased you are by her service and/or stillness

give her a “massage.” she probably won’t feel it, but it’s an opportunity for you to find hairline cracks or other small spots that are hard to find with just your naked eye

Fairy

''you're so much prettier when your eyes go empty baby.''

''i'll do the thinking now, yeah?''

''puppies don't need words, baby.''

''just a soft, warm hole for me, mhm?''

"Doll time."

Instantly, you feel your body still, relaxed but not completely limp, gaze fixed forward, unseeing, the only movement your body being capable of the gentle rise and fall of your chest with each slow breath.

Utterly empty.

You don't so much as blink as your partner begins to stimulate your nipple through the thin fabric of your tank top. Somewhere, far away, you register the pleasure blooming through your chest, but no longer in control of your own body, you are unable to respond in any way. There isn't even a spark of realization of what's happening in your eyes, the only indication that anything at all is happening being the quickly increasing stiffness in your nipples.

"That's it... such a good doll you are for me..."

They idly play around with your arms and legs, posing you until your legs are spread wide and your fingertips are just grazing those sensitive spots on your breasts.

"Yes, feel the gentle tease with each breath in... and out... feel it simmer... feel the way you want more... struggle against the suggestions and just try to rub... except good dolls can't move themselves, can they?"

You continue gazing ahead, unseeing, barely feeling, as your fingertips refuse to respond to your commands and the whimper at their taunt dies in your chest before it can even begin.

Meanwhile, you are being posed again. Their hand wraps around your left hand until your forefinger and thumb rest on either side of your nipple. You are helpless to intervene as they close your own fingers tightly, pinching your nipple through the thin fabric, leaving your immobile fingers on your chest like a vise. They then gather your right hand around the hem of your top, raising the right side of your shirt so they can lick, nibble, and suck your other nipple directly.

The only indication of the pleasure and pain your body is experiencing is the wet spot forming on your panties, which is of course hidden by your partner's thigh, placed between your legs to taunt you with the fact that you are completely unable to grind up against them.

And so, as they continue their ministrations on your helpless body, you simply gaze forward, unseeing and immobile.