Inspired by a certain story, one of my dolls asked if she could have a Good Girl Button.
She was so excited by the way in which should be so easily rewritten. Little tweaks and changes, here and there.
But what really excited her was the idea that I could just record over memories. I could omit little things or construct something new.
She wanted so desperately to be a plaything, programmable by whoever plays with her.
So, after fractionating her pretty little mind until it was putty in my hand, I wove my ribbon between my fingers and into her.
It took her a while to come to after I counted her back up. She's a bit of a glutton for fractionation.
She was so happy to have gone so deep, but we didn't waste time in getting to play.
I asked her a simple question.
Would you be a good girl and touch your forehead for me?
There was a hesitation in her movement, but she obeyed and-
No matter my teasing, she remained limp in her chair, brain off, just a mindless empty doll.
I counted her up and she awoke with a wonderful smile on her face. I've had this doll for some time now but I recognise that smile. A small part of her was still in a little bit out of doubt, just a tiny piece of doubt, which was immediately quelled by her Good Girl Button working just as she had fantasised.
But then I asked her to hold the button.
Now her mind was like an open microphone, recording anything I told it.
I told her a very simple thing.
That she had a deep arousal that need tending but she just can't remember how to do it.
I counted her up and her hips bucked and thighs squeezed the moment I reached the end.
Her eyes clenched, she bit her bottom lip.
And then she began to twist her arms.
She knew she needed to feed that hunger between her legs but there was static on the line that the signals from her brain were trying to travel along.
Phantoms of muscle memory trying to reach out but being pushed back by the little spell.
Her intimate areas became uncharted territory and it was delightful to watch her try but wonderfully fail at pleasuring herself.
Her moans were delicious, equal parts frustration and pleasure.
While she was on my lap I also wove a lovely pleasure spell, that a snap of my fingers would send pleasure coursing through her.
So to tease and torture I would snap my fingers while she was trying to scratch that itch.
By the time we were done she was a puddle, barely able to string a word together, let alone sentences.
I cooed and coddled her, turning her into a soft ragdoll to ease away the stresses of the scene.
When her mind finally returned to her, she said something beautiful about the experience.
That it was like her memory was trapped behind frosted glass, amorphous and vague, but tantalisingly recognisable, like it was on the tip of her tongue.
I am going to have so much fun with these new spells.
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