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First one to cum, loses.
“Awh, toy! You are too cute! Ah, ah, ah, shhh…” Your hypnotist pressed their finger to your lips, silencing the words before they began. “Toys don’t talk, do they? No… That’s for humans. People. Toys aren’t people, toys are toys, dummy.” They laughed down at you.
You were blushing. The eyes of the rest of the room were fixed upon you. And your hypnotist was so easy to agree with. Toys didn’t talk, of course not. You just nodded your head. They clapped their hands, excitedly. “Good! Such a good toy. Now, kneel.”
With a speed that even you weren’t expecting, you sank to your knees. “Excellent, okay, and freeze!” They snapped their fingers on that last word, and your body locked in place, on your knees, before them. They turned to the crowd at the edges of the room.
“So, as you see folks, once I’ve got my toy in this headspace, it doesn’t matter that they’re not in trance anymore. They’re still acting on that obedience conditioning that I did earlier, even when they don’t realise it.” They reached down to you, smiling. “Aren’t you, toy?”
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Simple acts of submission are so so good. Sitting at your dom’s feet instead of beside them. Always holding their hand when you’re out, letting them lead you to where you’re going. Waiting until they start to eat before you eat. Asking for permission for things. Seeking out ways to serve them just a little extra in everything you do. It doesn’t even need to be sexual to scratch the itch of submitting to them.
More sluts need to go brainless when a tentacle shoves into their ear, why else do I have them if not to literally fuck my cute toy's brain and reprogramming it into whatever I desire
sometimes your robot gf craves a simpler existence for a little while
transitioning at middle age will really have me feeling like. wow. i spent 35+ years as a walking corpse and am totally unable to relate to humans and have no actual lived experience as a person. that being said there seem to be a lot of perverted transsexuals on tumblr dot com for whom that is not an issue whatsoever so, you know. silver linings?
Forcelain
Stabbing a large, almost forearm long, pretty and ornate key into the back of somebody's pelvis and holding it firmly from rotating, watching the body twitch as it quickly and suddenly grinds to a halt.
Metal, previously piercing through bone, hooks up right to the central nervous system as it punches through the spinal column and starts to grow a proper brass socket for itself, clearing skin and meat and bone as the person stabbed stands there fully still, incapable of moving because the key is prevented from turning.
A wave crawls out from the edge of the socket, skin paling and smoothing out as it shrinks subtly to give a daintier physique, bones and flesh pushed out from the center of each limb, packing and hardening into solid, hollow, abnormally resilient enchanted porcelain tubes. The whole body feels hot and cold and heavier and lighter at the same time, so confusing.
Face harden into a pretty girly mask that freezes for a moment until the new doll clicks its eyelids quietly and realizes that it can kind of force its face to make expressions, even though it is not up to it how they look exactly, defaulting to a pretty, demure and feminine manner at all times.
Cables and pulleys and springs and gears jumpstart in the hollow torso, echoing in it quietly, not a hint of the old gross guts, machinery trying to move despite the key still being held in place...
The changes stop. And then, and only then, the key is let go, spinning away until it settles into a comfortable, steady pace. The doll's body feels light, so light that it could almost float as it stumbles forward a bit on its new heels — integrated into its very feet now, no need for silly shoes. Everything feels the same but different — it can move almost exactly like it used to, only more graceful now, like a wind up ballerina. The weight and movement of the key reverberates through its spine [it no longer has that stupid human thing] ceramic torso and steel armature, the steady hum of the mechanism rubbing against its mind, an inescapable reminder of its new, transformed on a whim, nature.
more bondage porn of fat girls please !!! more fat girls please!!! more fat girls in predicaments please!!!! like right now if you please !!!!!!!!!
Such a good, beautiful doll! Look at it, perfect and pretty and ready to be played with. It's so much nicer, so much easier, to just be a pretty little doll, isn't it? This thing is so pretty, so obedient. Good girl, pretty doll.
Now I just need to be there so I can pose it. So I can hit it and hurt it and see how long this doll can stay still under the pain. It does want to be good, doesn't it? Of course it does. It isn't a brat, is it? It wants to be good. It needs to be good. It needs to obey. Good girl. So it will stay still as long as it can, like the good doll it is. And of course, I wouldn't stop hurting it until it couldn't help but writhe.
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of course it wants to be good. it would very much enjoy being shaped and posed by you.
this thing is a good doll
this doll is an obedient doll
this doll is a pretty doll
this doll is a good girl
please hurt it until you are satisfied, and don't stop until you are pleased with its service!
An absolutely lovely anonymous witch made this one a wonderful piece of art showing its transformation into a doll!! It's so so delighted with all the details! The way the key flies in and winds, the way the hair colour changes, the eye changes, the joints and doll stand, the rose that became its name! awawawa
This one loves everything about this lovely sequence and is so very thankful to the artist!!!
“bred in captivity” yeah I’m trying to be🥲
this thing loves body worship so much, it loses itself so much, kissing up and down, drinking in the scent and sweat, time stopa being real as its mind disappears into showing just how desperate it is to be on its knees and using its mouth to serve
language control is one of My favorite things, It's why I'm obsessed with protocol. Sure you can take away a subs ability to swear, but why stop there? why allow them to refer to themselves in the first person? the ability to even capitalize references to themselves?
"I'm doing well" hmm, that wont do!
"it is doing well, Miss!" is so much better.
it'll shock them at first for sure. Maybe they'll feel silly about it, a capital? really? and yet suddenly its habit— and soon its nature. Suddenly its Superiors are capitalized, respected, and obsessed over.
Slowly drip feeding them small changes, changing how You phrase things to them, subtly adjusting their habits and fine tuning them into what You want, what they should be for You.
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a doll does not say 'I,' 'Me,' Mine,' 'Myself,' rather it says 'This one,' 'It,' 'Its,' 'Itself,' and on occasion other pronouns, but always third-person.
for a doll is possessed, it does not possess; it is an object, something that is owned, cared for, admired, played with, used, or so on--it does not do the owning or using, except in the case of other tools as needed to fulfill its own use.
and that is why: because saying I or Me implies a certain self-possession, an ability and willingness to refer to oneself and make statements of oneself that are not necessarily its to make. rather, it can only ever refer to the property of someone else, even that property being the doll itself.
when you next use whatever pronouns and personage you use for yourself, stop and think: who owns the words you use? and who owns what they refer to? is it you?
is there, in fact, something there to own anything?
Shout out to the autistic who’s abilities have regressed as they’ve gotten older.
“You didn’t used to be like this when you were a kid.” I know please don’t remind me
"This never bothered you when you were a kid."
Yes it did. I just let it slide because I was taught that I'm "too sensitive" anytime something bothered me. But now I'm finally standing up for myself.
"You never struggled with this when you were a kid."
Yes I did. I just burned myself out in order to do it so I wouldn't be punished. But now I'm accepting myself enough to not force myself to do what I was never meant to do.
"You didn't have these problems when you were younger."
Yes, I did. I just spent my child/teen years with structured institutions like school while not having to worry about whether I had a roof over my head or food to eat and spent my early adult years using up every bit of adrenaline I will ever have to ignore the fact that I've been chronically burnt out my whole life.
"But you did fine for years, why would it be bad now?"
Because I spent the first 37 years of my life burning the candle at both ends to function even remotely and I scraped that barrel empty. Then I crashed and burned and now I'm likely never recovering fully.
happy pride to this fucking thing susanna thompson does with her mouth
happy pride to this visible saliva that avery brooks decided to leave in the final cut of rejoined