Christ Clown

Dolls should curtsey more often. I think it is a form of doll enrichment, affirming

you have to be nicer to nonbinary transfems and that's literally the bare minimum

I don't consider you "human", no. Not any more. So much of what is "human" or a "person" is tied up in legal frameworks of citizenship, which I shouldn't need to tell you are highly conditional. Conditional on identification, on assignment, on location, on residence, on history. I've stripped you of so much. Do you think the structures of Man would see you as part of them now?

I love it when it doesn't slide in right away. When there's resistance, as if your body is trying to fight it. I love forcing it in anyway, wrapping my arms around you, holding you tightly and grasping at your hips while I make it fit whether you like it or not

Grabbing her bunny ears and fucking her mouth.

Oh. It's like that, huh? You want me to take control? You want me to take what I want? You need to tell me these things, you know. You need to tell me it's okay to get a little rough with you. That you like it when I tug your shirt up and pinch your tits a little too hard, when I suck and bite and leave marks all down your neck and your chest. That you want me to hold you down and force your legs open and slap your pussy until my hand comes away wet. That you like it when I grab your cheeks and force your mouth open and spit, that you'll leave your mouth hanging open to take my fingers or whatever else I want to watch you suck. You want to be moved around like a little doll however I think you'll look even prettier, want me to hitch one of your legs over my shoulder and hold it there so I can watch you open up and take me, so I can watch you get my dick wet and tell you what a perfect little hole you are, how you were made to be used just like this. You want me to keep going until I've had enough of you, as if I ever could. Is that how it is? Is that how you want it? Well. You just need to tell me.

being a punching bag for your owner but in a very non traditional way. you don't get to just stand there and take their hits. you're expected to put on a fight, to try and protect yourself or even try to hurt them, knowing full well that they twice your size and that there's a shock collar around your neck to disarm you if you got too close to succeeding. even after you've lost all hope and know that you can never win, they will force you back up to your feet and spur you on to fight back, just because it makes bending you over after so much more satisfying.