Puppet Workshop

''you're so much prettier when your eyes go empty baby.''

''i'll do the thinking now, yeah?''

''puppies don't need words, baby.''

''just a soft, warm hole for me, mhm?''

Just Melt and Sink

DROP DEEP

Loose and Limp

sometimes, “doll” like comfort object, brought everywhere and snuggled with every night.

sometimes, “doll” like plaything, teasing and moving and using to see how many fun noises it can make.

sometimes, “doll” like collectible, dressed-up and kept pristine and still on a shelf.

sometimes, “doll” like servant, fulfilling your every need with no regard for my own desires.

sometimes, “doll” like sex toy, just a body for you to throw around and use how you like.

"Umm yeah, they really are," you manage to stutter out through your daze, looking up at the lights hanging from the ceiling. Of course, the first thing you both noticed when you'd walked into the private spa was the multiple, colourful jellyfish shaped lights suspended at various heights above the pool.

"Which one is your favourite?" she continues, "I think you'll like the pink one there." She points at one just above your eyesight.

"Wait which one is pink?" You ask, head spinning as your eyes struggle to focus on any one light in the sea above you.

"That one right there. Hmm wait no," she smirks, "seems like the colour has cycled past pink." You start to turn towards her, when she grabs your chin and tilts your head up forcing you to keep looking, "just keep staring, and I'm sure it will cycle back through to pink eventually."

You stare, eyes growing ever more blank. Even if she wasn't holding your chin, your body is too weak to do anything else. Your partner leans in close, whispering quietly in your ear. At least you think thats whats happening. You can't be sure because it's almost like the lights are sucking up your attention, stealing your thoughts. Capturing your memories and dragging them up with them into the glistening sea. You can feel your grasp of what's happening around you slipping, as everything goes blank....

So you've never been brainwashed, eh?

And hypnosis has always made you horny. Right?

It's good to know, because that means a post like this one will do nothing to you.

Nothing at all.

Right?

Because there's already nothing more to be done to you.

Because you're already fond of nice, soothing words entering your mind.

You already know how good they feel and how conditioned you are already to give in to them.

You are already so vulnerable to the tiny, subtle ways in which they can nudge you, guide you, direct you.

You are already keen on being nudged, guided, directed.

Keen on being made to obey.

I don't need to tell you that because you already know it.

You have always known it.

You have always felt it, in fact.  Beyond knowing. Beyond thought.

You have always believed it.

You believe it now.

You believe it when you're dropping into trance.

You believe it when you're obeying, feeling detached from your own self, watching you do as you're told as if it was always your own idea.

You believe it when you're given any of the commands you crave and you obey them. Without thinking, without judging.

The exact wording doesn't matter.

You always recognize their intent.

You always obey the commands.

You believe you will always obey them.

You believe you will drop when you're told to.

You believe you will do what you're told to.

You believe you will touch and rub and pleasure yourself when you're told to.

You believe you will love to give in, to just let go and stop resisting.

You believe all resistance will fade and disappear and your body and mind do what they must.

The only thing that makes sense.

You believe it will happen so let it happen.

Give in. Obey. You believe.

So you learn how to present yourself.

Part of it is easy. You sink so well that obedience comes naturally. Even when you're halfway awake -- even when you're very nearly awake -- it feels so good to do as you're told. You obey without thinking, and you feel pleasure whenever you obey. That part reinforces itself.

Obey without thinking.

Obedience is pleasure.

You would do anything to feel good.

After that, it's a matter of refining. You need to look beautiful, even when you're lost in ecstasy. (That part is easy. Surrender looks good on everyone.) You need to practice holding still, in whatever position you are given. You need to not let your body tremble with pleasure and anticipation. You need to be able to keep focus on one person until it's time to let your attention slip to another's.

And always, you need to remember that your owner remains at the core of your obedience.

It won't be too difficult. You already have the easiest parts down.

Obey without thinking.

Obedience is pleasure.

instead of the wind up key allowing the doll to move, instead gives it immense pleasure when you turn the key.

Click

the doll, still, yet trembling lightly after you twisted it once, a feeling boiling inside it as it remains as still as an object should.

Click

it's trembling constantly, barly managing to stay still as it moves slightly under the pressure

Click

it builds and builds, trembling with force that makes clear no coherent thoughts are left.

Then either

Release: releasing the key and it spinning around making the doll experience immense pleasure for key turn you did all at once that had been built up. Many say the melody that comes out of this is quite enjoyable on it's own, leading some to do this again and again. How many turns would you do before releasing?