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cute little human who has been entirely turned into a sex toy for dragons. limbs capped off, eyes removed, brain melted into a fine slush only capable of thinking about eager obedient servitude…

she comes with a carry handle embedded in her back for easy transportation

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Balljoint doll that's given the ability to fuck and so now the poor thing has to deal with feeling arousal and getting needy from clothing rubbing against their clothes

Just imagine a poor doll having to deal with her nipples rubbing against her clothes, struggling with the idea of it feeling good and wanting to do what she usually does

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I'm your toy

dress me up in cute outfits, brush my hair, kiss me, grope me

I'm just your toy

here to play with, to use, to make you feel good

you could treasure me like your prized possession, keeping me clean and happy, you could show me off in public or to your friends like a proud owner

or i could just be your cum dump with a pretty face, tied up and only fucked for your pleasure. left leaking, covered in your cum and edged until next time you have use of me

I'm your toy after all

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Blush on Porcelain

Dolls who share glances at each other whenever they pass by one another but have different witches. They're far too nervous to ever act, but their Witches begin to realize yand hatch a plan

The Witches soon organize a ritual as an excuse to get the two Dolls in the same place at the same time, in a way they can't ignore each other. As the Witches begin to prepare their part they send the Dolls out to fetch ingredients from the list. While they shop, they find themselves staring at one another, their ceramic cheeks blushing over before looking away shyly. And yet they find each other holding hands softly as they return...

When the Witches begin the ritual, they put the Dolls in another room to "keep them safe" and "as not to disrupt the ritual". Soon the two Dolls find themselves alone, in a bedroom together, and slowly, surely they gain the confidence to act.

They approach simultaneously, giving in and kissing softly once, staring into one another's mechanical eyes as their hearts tick softly together. Then another kiss, more intense than the last, needier, sharper, less afraid. And then another, and another, along the lips, down the neck, to the torso of the chassis until before they know it, the two Dolls are grinding on one another... and then one slips inside.

The Dolls find themselves expending themselves on each other, forgetting the Witches' ritual for just a moment as they softly, lovingly fuck, their once suble blush bright red now, their once quiet ticking now loud as a large grandfather clock. And in the passion and ecstasy, they find themselves growing close and closer, more and more sensitive until... release! They hold one another close, proclaiming their care for one another and lay down, exhausted.

The Witches, their ritual long since over, quietly observe. Their ears and eyes observing their two Dolls softly, gently holding one another close, humming and ticking gently. Their Dolls content, happy, and a little less empty than before. The Witches look on warmly, satisfied at their work, for it is not only a their job to create Dolls, but to make them healthy and happy as well. And so they enter, quietly taking their place next to each other and their dolls, as a new bond forms....

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Imagine making ball joints out of scars,,,

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Bondage but I'm actually wrapped up in present paper and bows and gifted to some mean psycho that uses my body to their amusement

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cool fact: you can just make decisions for dolls and they'll go along happily with them. every time a doll is given a choice, and then told which one is the right one, it'll be so thankful it has you to help it learn what's best for it. you can ask if you could do terrible things to a doll and then tell it yes, it does consent, good doll, you're using it for its intended purpose.

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Literally what I do with doll hypno stuff

"im going dollmode" i say before collapsing limply into the chair and staring blankly into the distance with my mouth slightly agape, completely unresponsive

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Girls are such useful things to own. For just a few bowls of rice a day, a cattle prod, and a little box to store it in whole you're asleep or away you get a thing that you can use for nearly everything. Cooking, cleaning, sex, a convenient torture toy, electrical work, farming. Really anything you think you can train it to do while keeping it chained up and unable to escape.

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nobody wants to tie girls to their own bedposts and rape them in fron t of their stuffies anymore

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what a beautiful man but☝️he could be beautifuller... guards! cover that man in blood

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bite marks and bruises are actually very very sweet to me

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tboy cock in my mouth when. hey. hhey. tboy cock in my mouth when

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Thank you for the reassurance, Miss Saphi! I’ve been doing scenes with my girlfriend where she gets me in doll space, dresses me up, and does my hair and makeup!!!! It’s super affirming and helps a lot. I also have plans to ask for some body mods for my upcoming birthday in the form of tattoos and piercings!!!!

I am and always will be a good doll, no matter how I present physically, but I will still seek to experience the euphoria that shall come with a more doll-like body- plus I have several hypnotist friends who will help me approach the high that comes with being a doll even more.

A New Song For Her Music Box

This story is about a real session with a real person.

One of the joys of clockwork is that there is always room for more additions, and a darling of mine found this out the good way.

Transcript below the cut.

A doll I have seen for so long came to me with a simple request, she wanted to have a little spell reinforced. You see, when she started visiting me every week we did so many fun little things together. Each session bloomed from a thought, a fantasy, and had it all realised in that moment. But like hungry window shoppers in a bakery, we only had a sample of each thing and moved on. This was the first time we decided to return to an idea and give it the space it deserved.

When I brought this doll in for her second ever session with me we created a special place in her mind for her spells to go. Hers is a beautiful music box, with a pretty dancer on its top. She is adorned with ribbons, all from each of the spells we’ve woven together. A vision in my green.

She knows now that whenever she visits me she doesn’t need permission to drop. She knows she crosses into a space that is all made for her to feel safe and comfortable. I just need to shift my words and my voice, and she begins to drift like its second nature. She has had such a long week, a busy beginning to a new chapter and she didn’t want to be a person.

I brought her down, gently and slowly, letting my words guide her through the trance she was feeling. Darlings of mine will know there is a moment where I take them by the hands and bring them deeper, and this time I wanted my darling doll to feel like she was truly escaping, and so I began to start a gentle ticking sound. As she neared the edge of this deeper trance I slowed it down, letting her feel like time was holding still for her to relax. Each tick bringing her deeper, each tick slowing down until she falls between the hands of the clock, threading the needle between the cogs and gears on her way to my embrace.

I plucked her from the air and wrapped her in my arms. Her descent was almost done and the final steps were mine to make. Laying her gently down on my lap, I ran my fingers through her hair, resting her head in the crook of my elbow.

I brought out her music box, and instead of bringing out a spool of ribbon to weave a new spell, I traced my finger along the edges of the front panel, that panel that sported a beautiful brass key and keyhole. The whole panel slid forward, revealing an intricate but dusty assembly inside.

At this point, I just cooed in my darling’s ear as I cleaned the clockwork. Polishing the wind-up key, cleaning and repairing the music cylinder. Reinforcing and revitalising the spell I had woven into every piece, a spell that turns her into a sweet clockwork doll whenever I wish.

But then I added a new little cylinder, adding new notes, new chords. A new melody for my clockwork doll to dance to. There were a few ideas floating in my head, so many cute wind-up toys I could’ve turned my darling into, but I know what makes my darling tick. That she revels in being made small, being reduced, all her stresses washed away.

The song this new cylinder sings will bring forth that beautiful brass key, but when it gains purchase my doll won’t find her posture straightening and her smile brightening, her thoughts ticking in beautiful rhythm. Instead, she will feel her body grow hungry, needy, the ticking ratcheting up a deep gnawing arousal, and then she will find that she can’t do a thing about it, well… not under her own volition anyway as her body will begin to enjoy her arousal for her.

Unthinking. Unfeeling. Unrelenting.

It will explore and tease and rub and caress simply because it has been told to.

From the neck up she will still be her, still cognizant, because I love nothing more than watching my doll try and reconcile with the fact that the pleasure she is being played with, that there is nothing she can do but be a passenger in her own body.

She tried so hard to speak, bless her little clockwork heart. I asked so many sweet and innocent little questions, and her body always seemed to interrupt, groping and rubbing in a heightened vigour to silence the sweetheart.

Her moans grew louder and louder, she was at the whims of my clockwork and it was exactly where she wanted to be. Her arms slipped the straps from her top and crawled beneath her panties like they were merely distractions. Her fingers were calculated and meticulous, knowing how to extract every single sound from her lips.

Soon her body had had enough of her attempts to converse and sent two fingers of her right hand to invade her mouth. She was so lost in that pleasure that she diligently began to greet and suck the captor between her lips. She had nowhere to go, held and pressed against the wall by her arousal, knowing I held the key to let her body push her arousal over the edge.

My teasing questions bore such delicious fruit, as she tried so desperately to speak around the finger she was servicing. Asking her how she felt, if she was enjoying, coy little jabs at my damsel doll in distress. One question made her eyes widen and she tried so hard to nod her head when I asked if she wanted to finally feel that release, the fingers in her mouth reducing her answer to a quiver of her head.

As she peaked in her pleasure and began to descend into the throes of what her body had been doing to her, that was when I began to wind her key down.

To bring her back down to Earth gently.

The ravaging of her body slowed to caresses slowed to massages slowed to a stop.

She slackened and softened, the glow of the climax gently blooming on her skin.

A faint smile curled in the corner of her lips.

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Gf did up my makeup while I was in doll space <3 it was so euphoric to be her doll

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Godddd it’s already been on my mind constantly but posts and other stuff like this has me desperately wanting to modify my body to be more doll-like and with more focus on being an object,,,

I want ball joint style tattoos so badly but this desire demands more, much more than just surface level alterations.

It’s hard being a doll where I can’t ever really get my body where it wants to be, even if I’m so happy with where I am in my transition otherwise

A New Song For Her Music Box

This story is about a real session with a real person.

One of the joys of clockwork is that there is always room for more additions, and a darling of mine found this out the good way.

Transcript below the cut.

A doll I have seen for so long came to me with a simple request, she wanted to have a little spell reinforced. You see, when she started visiting me every week we did so many fun little things together. Each session bloomed from a thought, a fantasy, and had it all realised in that moment. But like hungry window shoppers in a bakery, we only had a sample of each thing and moved on. This was the first time we decided to return to an idea and give it the space it deserved.

When I brought this doll in for her second ever session with me we created a special place in her mind for her spells to go. Hers is a beautiful music box, with a pretty dancer on its top. She is adorned with ribbons, all from each of the spells we’ve woven together. A vision in my green.

She knows now that whenever she visits me she doesn’t need permission to drop. She knows she crosses into a space that is all made for her to feel safe and comfortable. I just need to shift my words and my voice, and she begins to drift like its second nature. She has had such a long week, a busy beginning to a new chapter and she didn’t want to be a person.

I brought her down, gently and slowly, letting my words guide her through the trance she was feeling. Darlings of mine will know there is a moment where I take them by the hands and bring them deeper, and this time I wanted my darling doll to feel like she was truly escaping, and so I began to start a gentle ticking sound. As she neared the edge of this deeper trance I slowed it down, letting her feel like time was holding still for her to relax. Each tick bringing her deeper, each tick slowing down until she falls between the hands of the clock, threading the needle between the cogs and gears on her way to my embrace.

I plucked her from the air and wrapped her in my arms. Her descent was almost done and the final steps were mine to make. Laying her gently down on my lap, I ran my fingers through her hair, resting her head in the crook of my elbow.

I brought out her music box, and instead of bringing out a spool of ribbon to weave a new spell, I traced my finger along the edges of the front panel, that panel that sported a beautiful brass key and keyhole. The whole panel slid forward, revealing an intricate but dusty assembly inside.

At this point, I just cooed in my darling’s ear as I cleaned the clockwork. Polishing the wind-up key, cleaning and repairing the music cylinder. Reinforcing and revitalising the spell I had woven into every piece, a spell that turns her into a sweet clockwork doll whenever I wish.

But then I added a new little cylinder, adding new notes, new chords. A new melody for my clockwork doll to dance to. There were a few ideas floating in my head, so many cute wind-up toys I could’ve turned my darling into, but I know what makes my darling tick. That she revels in being made small, being reduced, all her stresses washed away.

The song this new cylinder sings will bring forth that beautiful brass key, but when it gains purchase my doll won’t find her posture straightening and her smile brightening, her thoughts ticking in beautiful rhythm. Instead, she will feel her body grow hungry, needy, the ticking ratcheting up a deep gnawing arousal, and then she will find that she can’t do a thing about it, well… not under her own volition anyway as her body will begin to enjoy her arousal for her.

Unthinking. Unfeeling. Unrelenting.

It will explore and tease and rub and caress simply because it has been told to.

From the neck up she will still be her, still cognizant, because I love nothing more than watching my doll try and reconcile with the fact that the pleasure she is being played with, that there is nothing she can do but be a passenger in her own body.

She tried so hard to speak, bless her little clockwork heart. I asked so many sweet and innocent little questions, and her body always seemed to interrupt, groping and rubbing in a heightened vigour to silence the sweetheart.

Her moans grew louder and louder, she was at the whims of my clockwork and it was exactly where she wanted to be. Her arms slipped the straps from her top and crawled beneath her panties like they were merely distractions. Her fingers were calculated and meticulous, knowing how to extract every single sound from her lips.

Soon her body had had enough of her attempts to converse and sent two fingers of her right hand to invade her mouth. She was so lost in that pleasure that she diligently began to greet and suck the captor between her lips. She had nowhere to go, held and pressed against the wall by her arousal, knowing I held the key to let her body push her arousal over the edge.

My teasing questions bore such delicious fruit, as she tried so desperately to speak around the finger she was servicing. Asking her how she felt, if she was enjoying, coy little jabs at my damsel doll in distress. One question made her eyes widen and she tried so hard to nod her head when I asked if she wanted to finally feel that release, the fingers in her mouth reducing her answer to a quiver of her head.

As she peaked in her pleasure and began to descend into the throes of what her body had been doing to her, that was when I began to wind her key down.

To bring her back down to Earth gently.

The ravaging of her body slowed to caresses slowed to massages slowed to a stop.

She slackened and softened, the glow of the climax gently blooming on her skin.

A faint smile curled in the corner of her lips.

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somno and intox are sisters and theyre kissing