Imagine going out & seeing a spiral key chain attached to someone's hip. the way it moves when they walk is so distracting, you can't help but want to watch some more. Before you know it, you've followed them for an entire block, but you're too focused on the spiral to even think about finding that strange.
Finally, the person you've been watching turns around, and laughs when they see you. You haven't realized it, but you've already started drooling, your eyes glazing over as it begins to get harder and harder to think about anything but the person in front of you.
"Like what you see?" they ask. You nod, grinning dumbly. "That's because this is my doll magnet. See, sometimes there's people out there who just weren't meant to be people. All they were really meant for was to live life as empty-headed little dolls. And with this little thing, I can find them so much easier. Do you understand?"
You nod, but you don't really know what they're talking about. Where you ever a person? That seems so hard to imagine. It's hard to think of anything but how soothing the voice of the person in front of you is. You'd say anything to them if it'd get them to talk more in that beautiful, condescending tone.
"Of course you don't, you stupid doll." They laugh, unbuttoning your jeans. "Stupid dolls like you weren't meant to understand anything. They were just meant to be played with all day long by someone who knows how to use them."
You whine, bucking your hips instinctively as a hand moves towards your cock and any remaining desire to stay human spurts out with your precum. You're still in public, but why would you care about that? You'd gladly strip down naked if they asked, desperate for any more pleasure than the agonizing slow hand around your member.
"It's a good thing I found you when I did, or you might still be out there, pretending to be human," they murmur. "You poor thing. It must have been so hard, pretending to have thoughts and feelings when where you really belong is on your knees."
"P-please," You begin. They laugh again.
"Let you finish? Oh, honey, you really don't have a single thought in that head, do you? I said you're meant to be played with. That means you're meant to be pleasuring me."
They offer you a hand. And so, with your jeans still unbuttoned and your dick still hard, you follow your new owner home