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cum inside princess without waking her up

Have you shaken your doll today? No? Then go shake it till it awawa.

Have you cleaned your doll? Like full disassembled and soaked each part in a gentle bath of iso and water.

"STOP FUCKING RUNNING SHE HAS SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO TELL YOU"

*is holding very small plush girl by pinching the back of its shirt while it mutters to itself

maid: why would that be, your highness. i hold the upmost respect for those i am ordained to serve

princess: dunno. just a vibe i guess. sometimes i feel like you see me as lesser

maid: [setting out her clothes for her] i have absolutely no idea why that would be.

princess: well like.. you always have this look in your eye...

maid: it's morning. pills, now princess.

princess: yes ma'am. anyways i dunmo like sometimes it feels like you don't view me as the one in control...?

maid: i have no idea why in the world you would think that? i am here purely to serve at your pleasure, your highness. alright princess, come with me, it's bathroom and teethbrushing time.

princess: aw can i have the bubblegum toothpaste today?

maid: bubblegum is only for good girls who floss, your highness.

princess: hmph. i hate flossing.

maid: then i suppose we will have to use mint toothpaste for today, my princess...

princess: N.. NNO... i'll floss.. sorry ma'am...

maid: that's right. you're such a well behaved girl. see, i'm not sure what you mean. i'd say our dynamic is perfectly befitting of a maid and her princess

princess: r.. really..? well okay.. can you shower with me today..? i get scared

maid: language.

princess: sorry ma'am. but um yeah like the other princesses say i'm a joke and the way you treat me would be totally humiliating and embarassing for them

maid: do the other princesses have their maids dress them? help them brush their teeth? educate them on all the proper ways to be a good girl

princess: no, but-

maid: well then if anything, it sounds as if those princesses have very bad maids. perhaps you should wear that as a point of pride, your highness. a good princess has only the best maid

princess: yyeah but.. um.. do you really think i'm a good princess..?

maid: my lady.. look towards me please.. aww.. do not frown so much princess, of course i do. you're a very special wonderful princess to me, alright? now can you smile for me? say "i'm a special princess", your highness

princess: [smiling] i'm a special princess...

maid: that's right! and that's why i do my best to treat you like one, my lady

princess: b-but i can't do all the stuff the other princesses do.. i've never been able to wear the nice dresses or give the speeches or talk like a princess or that kinda sh- that stuff...

maid: and so? even if that's true, what does it matter, your highness? you are a special wonderful princess just by being who you are. it's not something you have to act.. it's something inside you that makes you my wonderful little girl

princess: [rosy-cheeked] a-awwwh.. wwait your what?

maid: [looking ahead] my wonderful princess, your highness. what do you think i said?

princess: hhehehe... i'm yours...? but.. you're my maid.. you're mine...

maid: [smiling down at her very wide] perhaps, then, we can be each other's :)

princess: wwhhehehheheh.. yes ma'am... i like you mom- maid.. you're very nice to me...

maid: i love you too, my dear. [kissing her forehead] allow me to tuck you in, i wouldn't want you to have nightmares.

Well, yes, that's true, but it's leaving out two very important things. For one, the feeling of the ropes or chains or whatever the specific method is can be very pleasant for a doll, for the same reason many enjoy wearing collars or specific outfits, like maid dresses. Sure, you could achieve the result through words alone, but that's missing a whole dimension of it. Also, bondage is always (always) time consuming, so spending time on your doll is a great way to affirm and deepen your bonds.

8x8 inch wearable heart shaped wind-up, has some holes on the bottom for elastic to be threaded through

"Why do you hide behind that mask, little doll?" she asks with the quiet smile of one who always knows more than she tells. She can see through your mask, the one you've always worn out, the one that hides your emptiness. The one that makes that beautiful porcelain face seem alive and full of expression. You have always thought you must pretend to be alive and pretend to have thoughts if you were to find anyone to care for you here. You tell her so.

"You should not have to hide your face to be loved, my little doll. I want to see your true face," she says as she stands and takes your hand without waiting for a response. You follow as she leads you to a room in the back, blushing the whole way.

She closes the door behind her, then kneels before you and gently slips her claws under your mask and pulls it off. You fall limp into her arms. You are a beautiful porcelain doll, empty and still.

----

You have been with her for a year now. You are happy and cared for. You serve a beautiful witch who loves you so very much. She made strings for you, so she can guide you and move you, and she does it so wonderfully, so gracefully. You love when she pulls your strings. She plays with you every single day, having tea parties and dancing with you and snuggling up together.

"I would live for you."

The witch looks over at his doll.

Who continues.

"Despite how painful and unforgiving and cruel this world is... Despite everything, I would live for you."

The witch nods. And responds.

"I would live for you too."

A witch and a doll.

I can't imagine a world where your skin was ever soft. The chill of your porcelain against my lips wouldn't feel the same. Your neck, your hands, your thighs; where would your warmth come from if not from my embrace?

Humanity is so pedestrian. I abandoned mine long before we met, but I wager you made an honest shot of your own. You probably went through school, made a few friends, found a sweetheart, got a job. But your ambitions were never your own, were they? The wickedness of the world told you what to want. Layers upon layers of gaslit dreams and pavlovian coersion you 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 realized if you 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳. Did you really think they would make you whole, my little doll? Your obedience was misplaced. You tried so hard to fit in; to be human, but... that path was never meant for you to walk. And only when the veneer was peeled back and you learned that every oath you took was a lie did you finally seek me out and surrender your humanity unto me.

It was the first and last time you'd ever act of your own volition.

I started with those dead eyes of yours, replacing them with ones that will never know sorrow. Your whole body was aching to experience comfort, and that compelled me to give you one that would never know discomfort. Every mark you made at every new low was smoothed over with alabaster; a blanket of freshly fallen snow to fill the silent, bloodsoaked trenches. I filled the emptiness of your spirit with so much light that those unworthy of your beauty would sublimate in the presence of your divinity.

And it all came so naturally to you.

White ceramic. Iridescent opals. Shiny brass. Strands of wispy hair drawn from molten platinum. Whispers of the click, click, clicking gyro where your bleeding heart withered away. You wear your tourmaline soul around your neck and giggle when I kiss it. You dance, and sing, and spend your days with a smile that never existed before. That's the you I know. That's the you I made.