little doll

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I need to be dressed up as a cute little doll: Slowly dress me with cute pink outfits and shoes. Wash me and braid my hair to make me look like you want me to.

Play with me, use me however you please, just like you would with a toy. Make me unable to think and do things for myself.

You decide.

God, is it so much more.

Anyone can be a doll, boy, girl, enby, other, because to be a doll is to have all of your human burdens and stress be lifted away.

Thinking? I'll take care of that.

Talking? Your voice is safe with me.

Moving? My words will guide you.

Deciding? Well, Miss Saphi knows best.

Not to toot my own horn but... I think this might be the most important breakthrough in Unifying Bim Theory in years. And in the world's greatest hour of need too, astonishing!

Whether your bimbo is a trad-wife or a slut, girl, gurl or boi, a giggly sweetheart or a pouty hellion, I think it holds up.

"Playback indicates the doll enjoys serving."

"The doll is content."

My doll was ready for her next lesson in dollification.

We had played with hypnotic bondage and gentle manipulation of her body with my words, but now she was ready for a bigger step.

Her preparation was so fun, going out to get herself such pretty dolly clothes and dressing up for me.

When we started, I was greeted with a pretty black dress, armlets, white knee high socks, a beautiful frilly choker, and such delicate dolly makeup. She beaming, so eager and ready to play.

I brought her down with gentle fractionation.

She is one of the reasons why I took more time in exploring this kind of induction. She is very mobile and expressive and trance, really channelling herself into the scene. But when I gentle fractionated her for the first time, she barely moved she was so deep.

Then I wove the spell, as in the trance I began to weave a ribbon between her fingers.

The transformation would be gradual but not slow.

It would start at her feet, and they would instantly stop. Like an elevator reaching its destination, the stop would be felt all over her, almost disarmingly.

Then it would rise higher and higher.

Her ankles would change into perfect balljoints. Frictionless and without resistance.

Then her knees.

I would roll up her body like a tide, gentle but inexorable.

As each part changed, the control she had over them would be delicately placed in my care.

She was going to be safe in my hands.

As it reaches her breasts, their forms stiffening, her fingers begin to turn too.

Dollification on all sides, she finds herself cornered and deliciously helpless.

Then one of my favourite parts begins as the dollification climbs up her neck. Her voice will begin to soften, each word a whisper until nothing leaves her lips beyond her gentle dolly breath.

She is still.

She is safe.

Nothing but a doll.

She was so surprised when I spoke the spell and the changes began.

There was a pause as her feet stopped, like she'd got a lace caught in something while walking. A disruption to her pattern.

But then she let out a quviering gasp as the changes spread.

She was barely able to verbally appreciate her new form before her words plasticised in her throat.

Seeing her limbs gently drop as the balljoints formed was such a sweet cherry on top, and testament to her as a subject of mine. So lost in the spell that she felt safe to sink so much deeper.

It was so fun to coo in her ear while she was so limp and inanimate, posing her while her arousal became sealed in plastic.

The best part was being deliciously mean to her as she was just on the cusp of climax; her eyes clenched shut, her bottom lip held between her teeth, her hips bucking into her hand.

I dollified her.

She tried so hard to keep going, to push herself over that edge, but her body betrayed her will.

She looked so pretty in her chair. Head back, eyes unfocused at the ceiling. Arm limp by her side. Her other hand so close to her dolly parts but so far.