Diva of hypnosis

"Oh...? So soon?" They smile. "But of course, you're right. You can never get enough beauty sleep, can you?"

Another wave. Your eyelids flutter. "What...? What's going..."

"Hm? You were just saying that you needed to get some beauty sleep. Did you forget already? How silly. You must be very— careful, now!"

Your legs feel weak. Limp. You find yourself falling, only to be caught in their arms.

"Let's get you somewhere more comfortable, hmm? Somewhere where you can get some well-dserved beauty sleep."

Your head rolls back. Mouth open. Eyes lidded. Barely, you recognize that their arms have tucked themselves under your back and knees. A moment later, you're weightless.

Floating.

Then dropped into a sea of plush silk.

"There we are. Much better."

You try to follow their voice, but find the room a blur. "I...my...head...what's...?"

"Shhh." Deft fingers find your hair, stroking your feeble protests away. "You need this, remember? Say it again."

"I need...my beauty sleep," you repeat on a sigh that proceeds a rush of warmth, and heaviness.

"Good doll. Beauty sleep is good for you. Without it, your thoughts turn ugly, don't they?"

You nod. "Beauty sleep...good for me."

"Were you having some ugly thoughts, doll?"

You nod again.

"Tell me. You can do that before you drift off, can't you?"

The fog in your mind parts just a little. Enough to think. To recall. To see them lying beside you, one hand stroking your forehead, and another rubbing your tummy. You swallow. "It’s hard out there," you say. "Everyone treats me like I'm a person, so sometimes I forget I'm not." You feel tears begin to well in your eyes, your heart racing with your words. "I'm sorry..."

"Oh, my silly doll. Don't cry. You've done nothing wrong." They wipe away the wettness, then pull your face to theirs. "You're just playing pretend, sweet thing. That's what dolls do."

Right. Of course. "Dolls love playing pretend."

"That’s right! Dolls love playing pretend. Do you remember why?"

Your face scrunches up. "No..."

"That's alright." Lips find your cheek. You blush. "Dolls play pretend to make people happy."

"Like you?"

"Yes, like me. And you make me very, very happy, little doll. No matter what I tell you to be, you play your part perfectly. You're a very good doll."

Warmth spreads through your chest. "I'm a good doll."

"And sometimes," they smile, "when silly little dolls are perfect at playing pretend, they forget they were ever playing at all. That's why I'm here. To remind you when play time is over." A hand, the one on your stomach, slowly trails to the hem of your pants. "Do you remember what happens when play time is over?"

You shake your head.

"I think you do. You come back here, to your dollhouse, and I undress you."

For a moment, you squint. "Undress me...?"

"Of course. Taking off your play clothes is essential for getting good beauty sleep."

Your eyes roll back, and once again your limbs are so, so heavy. You couldn't lift them even if you tried.

"That's it. No more thoughts. No more movement. Play time is over, and good dolls are still and silent when play time is over. Isn't that right?"

You don’t respond.

• Sleep can function as mental bondage. If you're asleep and can't be easily woken, you're completely helpless and vulnerable. If you're sufficiently drowsy and out of it, you're still basically helpless, but with the added bonus of potentially being somewhat aware of what's happening.

• The many ways to be forced to sleep -- surgical drugs, chloroform rags, hypnosis, sleeping spells and potions, tranquilizer darts, hidden sedatives in food or drink...

• The onset of sleep can be quick, barely giving you time to react before you're out, or so gradual you won't even realize what's happening until it's too late (and everything in-between).

• Uncertainty -- being put to sleep against your will, not knowing what will happen to you while you're defenseless. Being carried away as you fall asleep, not knowing where you'll be when you wake.

• The fight to stay awake, because it feels like something you should be able to fight, to overcome with enough willpower, but...

• The inevitability of being put to sleep. You might not feel the effects of the drugs or magic right now, you might feel wide awake, but sleep will be coming for you.

• Heavy eyelids fluttering and straining to stay open, drooping and closing all by themselves.

• Confusion and disorientation as the drowsiness sets in.

• Floating in and out of consciousness, perhaps just able to hear people discuss you or feel them handling you.

• Deep hypnotic sleep where your conscious mind is shut down and your subconscious is utterly vulnerable to suggestion.

• Glassy, dazed eyes with nothing behind them -- your eyes might still be open, but you're still fast asleep.

• Sleepwalking, wandering around in a trance, unaware of your surroundings -- or perhaps your sleeping mind is following someone else's commands...