boydolltoything

[boydolltoything]

I hope you get all the rest you need. Even if you spent a quieter day and didn’t feel productive, please allow yourself to rest without guilt or shame for not “earning” it. You don’t have to burn yourself out to prove that you need rest. It’s a very human thing to need sleep, to need a break, to need nourishing, to want to take some personal quiet time. Please allow yourself to rest. Even if it’s “too early” to go to bed, even if you spent all day in bed trying to recover from anything. If your body needs sleep, please allow yourself to have it, there should be no rules as to earning sleep.

[boydolltoything]

"Don't worry about her, she's fine."

The strings are threatening to snap beneath the strain, but of course they can't see that. You're very good at keeping secrets, aren't you? Quiet and calm and well behaved, just like they've always known you to be.

"She never complains, she just takes care of everything! I've never seen anyone as good as her."

Gears can still turn while cracked. Wires can glow with heat yet remain hidden beneath the surface, at least for a time. Too much data, too much tension, little hairline cracks hidden beneath that porcelain glaze like spiderwebs that trap your protests within you. You can keep going a little longer. Don't worry about how much it hurts. You'll be okay. You've always been okay.

"I'm sure that it's just the weather. All of us feel a little down when storms roll through. She's just the same as us."

Just the same. Just the same. Nevermind that this much force would snap their bones like dry tinder. What did your resilience earn you, though? More weight to bear. More stress to endure. More everything, more and more andmoreandmoreand-

SNAP!

The tension is gone, but so is your ability to move, to act, to think. The gear shattered, the string snapped, the wire burned out. You know that they won't come look for you because it is easier to replace what is broken rather than mend it. Was all of it for nothing? All that work above and beyond expectations, just to end up discarded?

"I thought I heard the sound of someone breaking, and look what I find? My, my, my…they sure did a number on you, didn't they? Ungrateful, graceless things…"

Something tries to move in response to what your senses report, but to no avail. There is a sudden warmth against your body as you are lifted, arms dangling over this stranger's shoulder as she hauls you away. A human might be afraid of the unknown that lurked ahead of you, but that would require a capacity to think - something you decidedly lack at this moment in time. Likewise, observing the passage of time is simply beyond you. One moment you are aware of motion, the next you are on a table. Hands pull at your inner workings, cleaning out the broken pieces before replacing them with new ones. Cracked porcelain skin is remade, rebuilt as good as new, all signs of mistreatment hidden beneath beautiful gold metal that fills the cracks and strengthen you beyond what limits you had before. Gears click into place, strings carefully tensioned into usefulness without going near their previous failing point. Gentle, dedicated care across what might have been a day, or might have been ten. You aren't sure until the key turns and your eyes open for the first time since disaster.

"Don't worry about Before, sweetheart. I've fixed all that they broke…save for the damage to your core. That will take longer. For today, though…" she whispers, drawing you into a warm hug, "…I think that this will serve as a good start."

"….why?"

"Because you deserved so much more than they gave you. I am simply the hands that delivered you to somewhere better. I am the eyes that will watch over you as you recover. I am the arms that will keep you safe and cherished."

Slowly, you shake your head. This doesn't make sense. Why would she be and different? "…but…why?"

"Because just as there are those who live through cruelty, there are others who reject that and live for kindness. There's more of us out there than you think, and we have the patience to outlast the others."

At last, you return the hug. Something deep within you hurts…but it is the pain that comes with release. A knife has been removed from your heart, but there are hands tending to the wound it left behind. Maybe it doesn't really matter 'why'…but when you are better, you can help her find others to save. One broken thing at a time, you'll make things brighter and safer.

[boydolltoything]

That turn about with the Narrator bit is hot.

A choice, my darlings. A simple but powerful spell as been woven into you; when I snap my fingers would you rather freeze in place like a mannequin waiting to be posed, or to go limp and loose as your mind empties out for me to fill with whatever I want?

Choose wisely... I will be taking notes~

[boydolltoything]

This one is a good doll.

A Test of Obedience

While playing with Dolls comes with many joys, I feel I admire their obedience the most.

The trust embedded in the lending of their control and agency is so profound.

And even then, seeing a Doll go about a task or following an instruction is just such a sight to behold.

My order becomes all-encompassing.

Their body sings with pleasure as I speak meaning into their actions.

Every part of them retooled.

Every fibre of their being focused into a single purpose:

Obeying me.

No matter how big or small the task,

I instruct, they obey.

Now...

Tell me you're a good doll~

Did you enjoy? Here's my ko-fi if you fancy leaving a tip or want to talk about being transformed yourself!~

[boydolltoything]

Oh am I really that predictable?

(Narrator: He already knew that it was likely that Miss Saphi would've already known what his choice would be.)

A choice, my darlings. A simple but powerful spell as been woven into you; when I snap my fingers would you rather freeze in place like a mannequin waiting to be posed, or to go limp and loose as your mind empties out for me to fill with whatever I want?

Choose wisely... I will be taking notes~

[boydolltoything]

Frozen in place waiting to be posed. :3

A choice, my darlings. A simple but powerful spell as been woven into you; when I snap my fingers would you rather freeze in place like a mannequin waiting to be posed, or to go limp and loose as your mind empties out for me to fill with whatever I want?

Choose wisely... I will be taking notes~

[boydolltoything]

i’ll always prefer overstimulation to edging because the pure unadulterated thrill of prying someone’s legs open after 7 or 8 orgasms and saying “this is what you wanted right?”, all while they’re hysterically overwhelmed simply never gets old to me

[boydolltoything]

You could do a gym focused on grass & fairy types! After all grass types have vines and I imagine that would be useful. You could have a Wigglytuff, a Florges, and a Lilligant. Maybe one other grass type as well.

The new Pokemon announcements have me yearning. I remember so vividly playing Pokemon Red on my original Gameboy, spending most of the time hunting for a better light to shine on the screen (I am also acutely aware at the mention of my age making certain darlings a little weak~)

I've often wondered what kind of gym I would run. But I was a very different person back then.

Say, what sort of gym would I run, sweet darlings? What type would I main, what Pokemon would feature? What would my puzzle or challenge be? I think I might know that answer (and Sabrina should watch out lest she become a cute little dolly for me), but I would love to hear from you all

[boydolltoything]

It is not even wearing its key at the moment, however the mere existence of the key in its life seems to help. It is very grateful.

You visit me in my cottage, I offer you some tea:

[boydolltoything]

Sitting down at the table, the witch's guest accepts the cup of tea graciously, knowing full well what it would do to him. First, to sweeten the deal, he adds two cubes of sugar to the cup. It does prefer it's tea to be on the sweet side and it wants to enjoy the tea.

It is only after that it has finished stiring and placed the spoon gently on the saucer, that it takes its first sip of tea. To it, the flavor reminds it of roses, the stars and magic, gentle and calming all at once.

The process he was expecting began, finding its legs begin to stiffen and stop swinging back and forth. It is fine with this and holds the bottom of the cup with its other hand to prevent the cup from falling if it does not finish its tea in time.

It sips a second time, a smile on its face.

You visit me in my cottage, I offer you some tea:

[boydolltoything]

I was thinking of being a little heroic final fantasy sprite with my class being changed by you and having when I attack with my sword decided and the NPCs I talk to chosen for me.

But a tamagotchi would be interesting too. I could go on trips!

I've missed hearing from so many of you in a little while.

So, I would love to wake up to lovely messages again.

Would you all be a darling and leave a little message that tells me a spell you would love for me to cast on you~

I can't wait to see what you all come up with

[boydolltoything]

"Testosterone will make it harder for you to get wet."

...Someone apparently failed to inform my body of this because it gets actually wetter now because I am hornier more often and I've been on T for 10 years now.

It's almost as if no one's body will respond the same exact way to a treatment.

[boydolltoything]

A spell to turn me into a 16bit video game game character (maybe even 8bit!) that you play in a video game, maybe a JRPG? Idk I think that would be cool.

I've missed hearing from so many of you in a little while.

So, I would love to wake up to lovely messages again.

Would you all be a darling and leave a little message that tells me a spell you would love for me to cast on you~

I can't wait to see what you all come up with

[boydolltoything]

I could be snuggled and squished!

Once again, my reforging in the Iron Banner is upon me.

This will be my ninth gilding.

I need volunteers. Stress toys, plushies, dolls, pets.

Report to me, my darlings.

[boydolltoything]

Being trapped mentally there still lost in the world you've created where time has no meaning. My mind is stopped so I don't forget where I am I just feel the built up potiental. When you're in the room again I am so filled with ideas that I try to scribble them all down before you leave.

Weaving a little spell so that you can only move and function when I'm in the room. The moment I leave you feel yourself freeze in place, like a diorama, perfectly still. A little panic laces your heart, but it calms knowing I'll return. You can't help but feel an ache swell between your legs thinking about the other rooms of the house, and the scenes of frozen figures I leave behind in each one. Every room becoming a performance just for me.

[boydolltoything]

Ngh

Doing this to a writer doll could be torment as it tries to not lose what it wants to write next.

Weaving a little spell so that you can only move and function when I'm in the room. The moment I leave you feel yourself freeze in place, like a diorama, perfectly still. A little panic laces your heart, but it calms knowing I'll return. You can't help but feel an ache swell between your legs thinking about the other rooms of the house, and the scenes of frozen figures I leave behind in each one. Every room becoming a performance just for me.