Dragontize

Mousemerised on YouTube is an up and comer with a lovely Irish accent.

And most importantly, you should plan for that eventuality before it happens! Part of safely being risk aware is understanding how you bounce back from that position when things go wrong. For some people and some pairs or groups, that might look like "I need support and understanding from an external party." For others it might look like, "I need to work through my feelings verbally with you, specifically." You should have a conversation around what aftercare and support looks like when things go well (a widely accepted fact in most kink I hear about), but also when things go badly! "What does my scene partner need if things Go Wrong?" and "How do we prepare for things to Go Wrong?" are questions you should have already answered before you begin. Even if the answer is "my partner doesn't know specifically what they need, but they have agreed to a framework of communication in the worst case scenario and I will support them in the ways they ask for in the moment."

Me: "Oh damn it, I've forgotten that trigger..."

Her: "Can I help?"

I know I'm not really an alluring Fae who corrupts the wills of others and makes them fall to their knees in adoration of my impossibly beautiful form.

But I do have the ability to make you see me as such. To whisper a glamour charm into your ear until you see the dawning sun glisten from my ginger hair and tremble at the sultry husk of my voice.

I enjoy the powerful sensation of knowing I can correct your inability to view me as you should. All I'm doing is aligning your eyes to the truth of what I am, after all.

I wonder what would happen when I align your reality to perceive you as you are, my dear? What would that soft and malleable little mind of yours choose to see you as once you're Fae-Touched and warped by my words?

the two dolls eagerly speak at one another, talking about anything and everything

their owner watches from the corner. such a sweet dynamic.

She gets up.

the two dolls don't notice.

She approaches.

the dolls are too engaged to hear Her footsteps.

She steps right next to the figures. a hand slowly descends between their faces.

the conversation pauses. the two look up. She snaps her fingers.

and the dolls are gone. limp. none of the energy from before can be found here.

...

the dolls stand, drooling slightly. She pulls the shirt off of one of them, marking the last article of clothing removed.

the work She put into sculpting their minds and bodies was too precious to be hidden away like that, after all.

two, empty-minded things. nude, unknowing. such a sweet dynamic.

She hugs the quiet forms close, and turns them to face one another.

every hole of the dolls is slowly leaking away; another flawless design feature from Her.

She tenderly poses the dolls together in all kinds of positions - cupping one another's breasts, on their knees.

every pose She chooses, She inspects Her delicate art pieces carefully. sometimes, she even takes a photo.

eventually, She places the dolls together into a tight embrace,

She puts their mouths together,

She intertwines their legs,

and She snaps Her fingers.

the two entities look around wildly, blushing and dripping.

they look at one another. when did their bodies get so worked up?

"You two have fun, now!"

they turn to their owner. She hasn't moved an inch.

they turn back to one another. they need this.

To take something wild and untamed and change it

Teach it to listen..to follow..to kneel..when I look at it just right..

and then bring them all back to my Owner

lined up.. quiet..good..

a whole herd that learned obedience from me

I'd start with an ordinary pretty collar, and then I'd start attaching triggers to it: you can't take it off on your own, when wearing it you must obey direct orders, and so on.

The cumulative effect would be for the collar to turn you into a subby, owned pet.

And of course, I could force you to wear it. I could hypnotize you and make you put it on, or I could just hold you down, strap it around your pretty neck, and watch all the defiance leave your eyes.

And sure, maybe I'd do that every so often.

But what if instead I just put it on the table next to you. You'd know exactly what it did. You'd know it would take your thoughts away, it would turn you into a horny toy... when you wear that collar, you aren't really a person anymore. I wouldn't force you to put it on. All I would do is tease you, flirt with you a bit. The collar is right there.

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