Her partner blinked groggily up at her, hands still clutching the blankets up to its chin. It yawned too, shifting as it stretched under the sheets, then finally pushed itself up into a sitting position.
"G'morning," Felicia mumbled back. It clumsily rubbed its eyes, then reached for a tissue and blew its nose. "You're up early. Sleep okay?"
Ira didn't answer. After a few moments of silence, Felicia blinked more sleep out of its eyes and looked over to see Ira just watching it.
"Huh? You good?" Felicia started to ask, but Ira was already shaking her head, her lips ever-so-slightly compressed.
"No," Ira mused, more to herself than to Felicia. "No, that's not what I want right now."
Felicia was too lethargic to react when Ira reached behind its head and grabbed a handful of hair, hard. It gasped, an instinctual wince only heightening the pain and forcing it more awake faster than it would've liked.
"I want to see my little toy this morning," Ira stated, her gray eyes boring into Felicia's.
"Wait, Ira, I—" Felicia felt the physical panic spike through its chest and abdomen at the same time that a tingle of excitement gathered in the back of its head.
"No. You aren't who I'm talking to right now, are you, Felicia?" Ira's tone was as hard as her gaze. "I'm talking to that cute little doll in there. The one who wants to come out and greet me properly."
"Ira, wait, wai—waih, I," Felicia's vision was turning fuzzy, its eyes unfocusing in defiance of its attempts to maintain control.
"Shhhh." Ira's voice was gentler now, though her grip on Felicia's hair had only tightened. "It's ok, Felica. Just relax. Go back to sleep. You're not needed right now. Doll, sweetie, you want to say good morning to me, don't you?"
"Mnnnah," came the noise from the throat that felt less and less like Felicia's.
"Yeah, I thought so." Ira's smile, or at least what little Felicia could still see of it, was wide and knowing. "Push Felicia back down for me and come say hi. Now."
"Nng." With one final noise of complaint, Felicia's eyelids fluttered rapidly, and a shudder ran from its hips to its shoulders. Then, its chest heaving as it took a deep breath, it completely relaxed, almost going limp in Ira's grasp.
it blinked a few times, much more alert and deliberate than the tired blinks Felicia had taken just minutes ago. When its gaze found Ira's smile, it beamed back and sat up as straight as it could, seemingly unaffected by the pain in its scalp.
"good morning, Owner!" The words were carefully enunciated, much more chipper than anything Felicia had said. Even its eyes were more clearly focused, wide and fixated entirely on Ira's face.
"There we are. Good morning, little thing." Ira's smile relaxed, but didn't lessen. She tugged the knot of hair in her hand, and smiled even wider as the doll gasped in delight.
trying not to be dollbrained on main is so hard when you have actual things to do. stop giggling and kicking your feet, the repair man is here and you have to be a coherent human being
I warned him! I warned him that if he started freezing me again I'd get obsessed! Now here we are back where I'm idly going totally still and frozen like a dolly! What if I just stop moving completely?? Someone is going to have to walk me around!
Sweet doll, you can just let those thoughts slip right out of that head. Just let them go — all your worries, your fears; gather them up and let them fade away as I stroke your soft hair. You're *so* pretty, do you know that? My pretty doll. That head, so stuffed with fluff, and nothing else. 🎀
And the forcedoll-er watches in horror as the person they just transformed into a doll is far less of a “sweet submissive plaything” and far more of something like those dolls in horror novels. Who enjoys meting out blood and vengeance just as much if not more than playing dress-up. It will do a dolly tea party. But only after watching someone suffer first.
Come on, where are the sadist dolls?
I really need to be forcedolled and then make my forcedoller wish they’d never been born. This is a need.
(I know this isn’t really your genre of post. But you have posted forcedoll/dollplay stuff before. And the actual forcedoll blogs lean really hard into the soft and fluffy aspects of becoming a doll.)
Yes…YESSS!!!
The forcedollifier become at the mercy of their very own Vengeful Animate Sadist Doll :) is very good stuff. And of course I love to imagine an intersection of this wonderful forcedoll kink with forceandrogyny ehehe. Some very reasonable corporal punishment to show the dollmaker their new subservient place as an object to receive an object's sadism, and some dress-up to make them fancily androgynous, and then the doll can sit them down on their welted buttocks inside their sumptuous clothes for some tea to calm their poor little nerves once they look all lovely!
Proper seduction takes time and effort. They'll learn.
hm. thinking about being strung up by marionette strings and made to perform. and then having said strings cut and dropping entirely limp to the floor. in an entirely composed and scholarly manner.
