It started the same way as always, little yellow ribbons holding my doll in place on the workbench. I started to take apart the joints that held her toes in place, sharp titanium scissors snipping the high quality strings that hold her together, when she piped up.
"Owner, what do I look like.... when you're taking me apart? I mean.... am I still pretty?"
I stopped what I was doing and set down the pieces of her that I had already detached, "What do you mean, my love? Of course you're still pretty. I.... well now, I suppose it didn't occur to me that you can't see yourself, while I'm doing this."
"May I please?" She asked me, sweetly, in her syrupy, beautiful voice.
I only responded, "Of course, dolly."
I walked over to her neck, usually one of the last things I'd do, and I began to snip the strings that allow her to turn her head, nod up and down, move much at all. I undid it all, and then unscrewed the hard joints of her neck.
I popped her head off, and held her in my hands, "You know, normally, you goto sleep for this part." I remarked, "Do you really want to watch the whole thing?"
She made some, odd, jittering motion, and giggled, "Oh. Mistress, I can't nod! My mistake. Yes please!" I smiled, my silly little toy never ceased to amuse me and surprise me.
I set her down on a shelf across from the workbench, on the side opposite me, so I wouldn't be in her way. She marveled at the cut pieces of string, the seemingly intricate joints that hold her together regularly, all held just by simple string.
I continued, as if her head were still on her shoulders. I snipped silver-laced cords, unscrewed more joints, and fully disassembled her, before her very eyes.
I went and got a pot of boiling water, a short stool, and a large wicker basket with av number of clean, dry towels. I started washing the pieces of her body, porcelain stained with daily use. I carefully laid one of the towels out, and put her arms on it, still in pieces.
Next, I laid a new towel on top, and with it, her cleaned legs. I drove a soft wire brush into every crack and crevice, and only put the pieces onto a towel when I felt they were plenty cleaned.
She ooo'd and ahhh'd at my attention to detail. At one point, one piece even chipped. She was shocked to watch me pull a new piece from a box full of them, draw the runes on it that give her life, and then wash that new piece.
But when I was all done, and the pieces had dried, she was so happy to watch me put her back together, "I really am beautiful, and you go to all of this effort three times a week? Is it necessary?"
I laughed, "Noooo, hardly, unless you make an effort to get dirty. But there's no sense in waiting, is there, dolly?"
She watched me thread, and tie her joints back onto eachother. Silver-laced strings that I filled individually with love. Carefully any meticulously tying the tiny knots where they wouldn't interfere with her joints. Eventually, after a long wait for me to finish, I walked over to her head and picked her up, kissing her deeply.
"Isn't it cold inside of my mouth?" She asked, as abashed and embarrassed as a doll can be.
"It doesn't matter to me, it's where my lips belong, on yours~" I replied, laying her head back down on the bench, and threading the rod that acts as her spine.
She shivered with joy, having her whole body back. She looked up at me with her wide, marble eyes, and smiled as I finished tying all the joints together.
"Thank you for loving me this way." She whimpered, unable to cry, but more than capable of emulating it.
I pulled her up in my arms, into a hug, and whispered, "It's my pleasure, treasured little one."
Dolly, on the process of me ripping her soul apart, twisting her mind, forcibly pluralizing her, and using all of that as a means to make her love and accept herself more.
Been thinking about chastity again, which of course means I'm thinking about a number of specific toys in completely normal ways.
Thinking about longwear cages, but more than that, thinking about vibrators.... nearly everywhere.
You're stuck in a cage all day, of course, but you work from home now silly! Let me just put this vibrator on you and leave it running until you're off from work. No reason work can't be a time for play~
I come in to bring you lunch, and find you whimpering and bucking your hips. Well that won't do! That's too much, you'll wear yourself out before you're off work! Maybe it's best to lock you into the chair. Tie you to it, keep you from wiggling yourself into a frenzy.
And once the day is over, the vibrator goes away! And instead we start relieving all that built up pressure with pain. We get out the impact toys, and start really teasing you.
Will you cum from that? Will you cum from being pent up, and then having it beat out of you~?
Other transfem I was talking to about kink earlier, "Anyway, we should avoid idolizing and fetishizing nascency becau-"
Me staring at my daughter with her brightly coloured clothes, twintails, and big pink bow on top, thinking about princess holding her while lapping at the inside of her mouth like the hungry dog I am, "Uhhh huh, that's interesting, yeah...."
