sorry if this is weird but i was wondering if you could write something with dollification? like being drugged with something paralyzing, but can still see and feel, and being posed and clothed through the day and being a sex doll at night, if that makes sense lol
no worries, i had dollification plays irl
The world goes hazy and soft at the edges first, a gentle fuzziness that makes your limbs feel heavy. You try to lift your arm, but it’s like moving through thick honey. Then the numbness sets in, a creeping paralysis that locks your joints and stills your muscles. You can still see, your eyes blinking slowly.
You can still feel every sensation, but you cannot move a single finger. They dress you in the morning. Cool, practiced hands lift your limp body, maneuvering you into soft, expensive fabrics. A silk blouse, tailored trousers. They brush your hair, apply a hint of color to your lips. You are a doll, posed carefully on the plush sofa by the window, a book placed in your lifeless hand. You spend the day like that, a beautiful, motionless ornament.
When night falls, their purpose changes. The fine day clothes are removed, replaced by lace and satin that clings to your helpless form. You are arranged on the bed, limbs positioned just so. You feel everything—the slide of their hands over your skin, the press of their weight, the invasion as they use your pliant, unresisting body. You cannot scream, cannot tense, cannot even look away. You simply feel it all, a living statue made for their pleasure, until they are finished and leave you posed in the dark, waiting for morning.
The cock stretches you open, a slow, deliberate invasion that makes your breath catch. You feel every ridge, every pulse as it pushes deeper, filling you completely. A low groan escapes your lips as it bottoms out, your body straining to accommodate the thick intrusion. The pace starts slow, a torturous drag in and out that makes you hyper-aware of the slick, tight friction. Then the thrusts become harder, faster. Your body rocks with each impact, a steady, pounding rhythm that steals your thoughts. You can hear the wet sound of each stroke, the slap of skin on skin. A coil of heat tightens deep in your belly, pleasure building with each rough, possessive drive into you.
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