saphig-iawn

[saphig-iawn]

Its a fun idea isn't it? Especially when your captor begins to pull your strings and bend you to your new purpose

Behind the Scenes

CW: non-consensual transformation

The keycard swipe took a few attempts before the device fixed to the wall chirped in affirmation. It was almost too hard to hear over the roar of the crowds and rides, but her new colleague's beaming grin was enough of a sign that ingress into the behind the scenes of the theme park was successful.

"Eee I just love showing new folk around! 'Specially the behind the scenes, heheheee~!" Norene squealed- wait was it Norene? Naomi? She was so excited to be lifting the veil on the magic of the park that it was very hard to see her name badge.

You had already been shown around some of the staff areas- oh, not staff, you were a Showhand, gotta keep up the act in front of the all the park visitors- but this was your first time being shown behind the scenes of a ride. It was bittersweet, because the ride was one of your favourites, was being a keyword because it got changed in the time between your last visit and getting a job here. Some of the characters were a touch dated so a big facelift and rebranding was ordered and their hard work swept away the memories and tucked them behind the wall in vacuum sealed bags. Bags that you were now looking at.

"Gawsh I miss these little guys too" 'Norene' said from behind you, "But all the new stuff is gonna make new happy memories for the kids queuing up today!" She patted you on the back, and it felt far more assuring than you expected. You hated the whole "We're a family" corporate message, but you can tell 'Norene' really cared.

Skipping from scene to scene, diorama to diorama, 'Norene' ran through the checks needed to ensure a safe ride. It being a small dark ride made these checks quite quick as everything was pretty condensed in the space, the focus was largely on the scenes the cars would pass through.

"Now, everythin' good so far?" 'Norene' wheeled on her heel to catch your eyes, her playfulness retreated behind a stern look. You nodded in agreement. Her face lit back up again. "Great! Now, we got ourselves a special item added to our checks today, one of the characters missed a beat on her performance so when she spun around for the big ol' long note, the servos in her arm ripped up her costume something good, so we gotta replace it."

A little chill shocked you as the realisation of your responsibility set in. Even on this small ride, there were just so many moving parts, so many points of potential failure. If one things goes awry then the whole experience is changed.

"Oooh yup, I had that too!" You felt 'Norene' wrap you in a deep hug, then a pat on the shoulder. "You don't got to worry though, we're both in charge o' this ride, it'll all go like clockwork!"

You soften in her support, the chill around your chest ablating in her warmth.

She directs you to where all manner of spare things are kept for the ride, including costumes for the humanoid animatronic characters.

The rebrand was a strange thing to explore from this perspective. Not quite uncanny, but everything you saw brought up feelings of familiarity and other. The ride before and after were 'period settings' according to official documentation, so there was a lot that got reused and recycled. You felt like you were in one of those hidden secrets videos where a chipper host guides you through the hidden details and traces of previous rides.

The rebrand was of a typical diamond-in-the-rough story, a bright woman with big ideas gets overlooked, patriarchal systems punch her when she's down, but a sudden beautification has the world finally see her. It was… meh. What wasn't lacklustre was the quality of the costumes. Even the saccharine sweet pink dress that the main character ends up in was incredibly well made. That was until the animatronic tore streaks through it.

As you unpacked the new costume from its protective sleeves, it amazed you. For a garment that would never be worn by a person, there were so many parts to it. Petticoats, a corset, stockings, garter belts, bloomers, suspenders, the lot. You suppose that, if this character is whirling and twirling, then you got to treat them a like a real dancer and not have too many points where a gap in the outfit might spoil the show.

The dress itself was a statement in pink satin. A skirt, that almost looked caged, but your keen eyes spotted how the tiers were actually built on small pulley systems so the animatronic beneath could send the right parts of the fabric in a spin or a flurry. The bodice pulled right in at the waist, with proud pink bows adorning the bustle and bust. Long bishop sleeves billowed out into pristine frilled cuffs. The collar sat high, with plenty of room for the deep emerald green choker.

"Like God made it herself, huh?" sighed 'Norene'. You could almost taste her admiration in the air. She walked around the table you had laid it out on, gently running her hands over the fabric like she was greeting friendly koi at a pond. Her face was aglow, but that was largely because of the light reflecting from the dress. You melt a little in yourself, seeing 'Norene' so happy. "It was Norene!" you shouted triumphantly in your head. She was finally stood still long enough to read her name tag properly.

"Whenever I ran tests on this ride, I loved watching her dance in this dress." Norene said, dreamily. "Gawsh I just wanna scoop it up off the table an' wear it myself."

There's a tone to her voice, you recognised it; thinly veiled yearning. You had been there too, watching princesses in films when you were younger and wanting to be them with every fibre of your being.

"While it makes the kids happy an' all, something like this is a little wasted on silicone and servos." Norene's pleasantness gave way a little. Barbs of envy stood a little too proud in her words. The smile on the corners of her mouth faded.

"Besides, I'm too small for the costume. While I love everythin' here, they never quite cater to everyone in all their splendors." There was a bitterness. "Its always the same kinda shapes, and the same sorta looks. And when they finally have the ba-" She stops herself, her cheeks flushed with equal parts injustice and embarrassment.

She looks up to you, almost pleadingly. You return a soft smile, but before you can offer words of support her face snaps back to jollity, like a bulb in her mind had just flashed with inspiration.

Without breaking eye contact, Norene grabs the dress by its shoulders and drapes it over your front.

"Oh… mygod…" she just about manages. Her eyes are wide and epiphanic. She suddenly retreats into herself, bunching the dress up at her chest, like a small child aware of their timidity and hiding behind a pillow. She looks at the clock, and scans the room for cameras unbeknownst to you.

"Wouldja wanna… uh.. try it on?" she trembled.

Like the Showhands who don costumes and personalities, you suddenly felt like you were being greeted by a character's biggest fan, and about to make a dream come true. You nod silently, a smile on your face.

Norene squeals with excitement, some of it tapping into the part of her brain that confuses cuteness with aggression. The dress felt this emotion the most, but she gasped as she realised that was causing the garment distress.

Like a character from one of the films, Norene danced and pranced around, guiding you to a chair and sitting you down. It felt really strange having parts of the costume being put on over your uniform, but you guessed this impromptu cosplay wouldn't be on for long so the discomfort was bearable. Despite your cargo pants, the stockings hugged your legs well. The garter sitting neatly over the frilled panties. You felt so relieved that Norene couldn't see your face because having a fairly new acquiantance be so much in your personal space had your cheeks ablaze.

Dissociating in that moment to not focus on what was happening meant Norene yanking you to your feet snapped you back. It felt so odd to be stood fully clothed with period lingerie on top. You almost felt a bit vulnerable, like you should be covering up. Norene whipped about you with the character's corset. Surprisingly, the garment needed very little adjusting. Your polo shirt was not the appropriate accompaniment to its finery.

Norene brings the dress over and holds it open for you to push your arms through and in. The inside felt amazing. The lining glided over your skin. The dress hugged and accentuated in the just the right places. If you stood still in the right place, you almost stopped feeling your stuffy polo shirt and cargo pants.

There it was. Giddiness. A bubble. Right in the chest. You felt yourself smiling.

"AaaaAAaah! Look at you darlin'!" Norene's praise was almost a shriek. You felt her tighting and adjusting, zhuzhing and tweaking. "Aaaaah its time for tha finishin' tooouuuch!"

The way the light catches the green ribbon of the choker stuns you for a moment. It felt like peering into another world, its sky alight with an aurora; its broach framing this world like a painting.

Norene brings it up to your neck, and walks around you to fasten it.

You felt… complete? A rare feeling, but you felt satisfied. Like wearing this costume was right.

"Gawsh have I waited so long for this." Norene purrs. "So. Long."

Wait. There it was again. Those barbs of envy, but this time they felt more severe. Like fangs. The hairs on your neck pricked with apprehension, a slight panic set in. Maybe it was time to take this off-

An arm barred across your shoulders as a hand clamped on your mouth.

Your gasp was caught by the hand and forced back in as you went to struggle.

"No! Nonono, don't ruin this sweetie, I've waited- uhn- so long" Norene spat.

You tried to move towards an exit of any kind, hoping you could get out, even if Norene was dragged with you. No one would care about you being in the costume, if they saw Norene trying to attack you, right?

But your feet didn't respond.

You heaved forward, almost lifiting Norene off her feet, in attempt to shift your weight but your feet would not budge.

"Darlin' it'll be so much easi- hey! nonono- so much easier if you just let it happen!"

Like the dimming lights of a rolling blackout, your legs began to seize up and cease moving. Your breath was quickening, the panic was birthing screams that Norene's hand kept denying.

"Oh come on! Gunna have to adjust your feet now, this is not a- whoa!- not a cute pose!"

Pose? What the fuck was she talking about?

Your fingers find purchase between her arm and your shoulders, the sleeves being the biggest obstacle in trying to find a point of grip. You try hard to pull her arm away, but the rising immobility made things difficult.

Your core muscles stopped responding.

The strength in your arms was beginning to wane.

"That's it darlin', there we go." Norene cooed. It was chilling, you felt like a prey caught in a trap, being soothed by your captor. How could she be like this while attacking you? "Just a lil' more, just a lil' more!"

Your arms have almost locked in place.

You deploy a last resort.

You feel your teeth sink into Norene's palm.

"Ah ya lil' rat! Stop biting!"

Like it was willed by her words, your next bite was softer. And softer.

"Aaahh… there we go…" Norene sighed, releasing her grip on your frozen lips.

You try to look at your captor but your head won't move.

Norene walks into your vision.

"God you're beautiful. The pose, I can work on, but you look so perfect hun."

You so wished your eyes could inflict pain on her but despite staring harder than you've ever stared, Norene was uneffected.

Norene ducks below your eyeline. The sound of snipping scratches through the air. You feel something shifting and brushing on your skin. You tried so, so, hard to do anything but you remained frozen and reluctantly posed in your final moment of struggle.

A hand holding butchered cargo pants enters your eyeline.

"Won't be needing these anymore!" said the hand, before it drops them like a discarded wrapper.

You feel the dress and bodice press into your form even more, as Norene reappears, holding shreds of your polo shirt.

"There we go, darlin'. Can't have the kids seeing anything outta place. Besides, princesses don't wear polos."

Your mind was racing with anger and frustration. Was this it? Being held captive as Norene's own doll?

As that thought finished in your trapped mind, Norene began to pose you. The way your vision changed would be nauseating but whatever form you were in now didn't allow you that privilege.

"You see," Norene said from behind you, adjusting your legs and hips., "it wasn't just the costume that bit the dust, it was the whole character! But now, with you here an' dressed perfectly, they're gonna find the character's been fixed and that I did it and my perfect record of maintaining this ride will be maintained! Oh and they'll be none the wiser of course, hehe!"

You wanted to frown and spit at her glee, but your face remained stubbornly serene, now framed by your gloves

"Can't have folk goin' 'round asking questions either, so I'll make sure to work a lil' magic on those who jam their noses in where they shouldn't belong." She positions herself in front of you, admiring her work, running her hands up and down your frame and curves. "Not like what I worked on you, hun. No no, you're special darlin'. It was so fortuitious that ya landed in my care on a day like today." She adjusted the skirt of your dress. "I'll take care of ya darlin', thass a good girl."

She reached above her head at a dangling control and pressed a chunky button.

Your mind filled with music. Your inner voice erupting into song. Your ears heard no sound yet your body began to move and dance like a band was playing your theme. You wanted to revolt, to fudge the moves and break your voice, but you continued, like you were made for this.

Norene smiled.

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[saphig-iawn]

I'm glad you think so. My doll rather enjoyed it too~

Slipping Through Her Fingers

As readers of my writing will know, I enjoy the word bind.

It holds such a simple and powerful energy.

Today, a doll experienced it for the first time.

After some gentle fractionation, she was nestled softly on my lap, her mind blissfully still.

I brought a spool of green ribbon from my pocket and began thread it between her fingers.

A smile warmed on her face.

I then began to encircle her wrists with it.

Her breath hitched in her throat.

I spoke the spell into the ribbon, and let its silk impart the spell into her skin.

I described to the ribbon all the ways in which it could encircle this doll, bind her, restrain her, control her.

The ribbon whispered its purpose into her as it graced her skin.

After she woke, we started simple; a beautiful escalation of helplessness.

First I tied her wrists together. The spell pulled them together like magnets. She bit her lip in arousal.

Then I tied her feet to the floor. Her body calmed as the spell anchored her in place. Her hips bucked in her chair.

Then I sealed her lips. Her voice restrained like the rest of her body. Her eyes rolled.

I teased and toyed with her, her stifled pleads sounding like music to my ears.

When I released her bonds, she found herself so very worked up, and I told her that she could enjoy herself and work at that pent up pleasure.

But my teasing wasn't done.

I told her to tell me when she was close, and the good doll she was she told me when she was on the blissful edge.

That was when I bound her mind, mummified it in my ribbon.

The grip on her length slackened in an instant and her hand fell to her side. The arousal on her face washed away. She was just a passenger in her body. Trapped behind glass, banging away at it in the hopes to break through. I watched her climax withdraw in every throb of her needy cock.

When I released her mind, her back arched instinctively as she bit her lip and her eyes rolled. Her eyes begged me to let her continue.

So I did, but just as she was close again, I bound something else.

Something deep.

Something intimate.

I spoke my ribbon around her climax and stole it away, but I could see there was an ounce of doubt in her face as she stroked.

But then her pace quickened. She groaned with gritted frustration. Her eyes clenched shut as she began to press her hips in her hands.

Then it hit her. A cold flash of realisation that the climax she had been kept from had just slipped through her fingers. That no matter how much she tried, she would never feel that relief until I said so.

She begged, and she moaned, she wanted it with every fibre of her being.

But I continued to deny, I wanted her so pent up that she'd forget her name when the climax arrived.

I bound and gagged her, asked her again if she wanted to cum, but all she could do was hum and moan. So I began to act as though she didn't want to, that after all of that she was ok with being edged. She squirmed and bucked in her bonds so I ungagged her and let her continue.

Her eyes pouted at me as she gestured with her hands that were bound above her head.

She wasted no time in chasing that which she had been denied after i untied her.

She got closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Almost at the edge and-

Limp.

Mindless.

Thoughts trapped in ribbon as I bound her mind.

All of her arousal was silenced.

But I didn't leave her there for long, she had earned her climax now.

I released her mind and began to encourage my sweet little edge slut, getting her closer, telling her she will cum.

As the orgasm began to build, I started a countdown from 10 with each number extracting the pleasure from her.

She practically ragdolled in her chair when she finally came. Her moans no longer silenced, she gripped her thighs and let loose the moans I had stolen away.

When she finally began to recover, she couldn't help but hide her face. I could feel the joy that was beaming out from her smile even from behind her hands.

Bind is such a powerful word.

[saphig-iawn]

(This writing is about a real hypnosis session with real hypnosis and real people. If you would like to see more writing like this, then please support me over at https://ko-fi.com/saphig, where you can also commission 1-on-1 hypnosis sessions and have your own piece of writing just like this!)

Making Silly Cindy

My subject today wanted to fulfil a fantasy that had captured his heart for a little while: being transformed into a clowngirl.

He honoured me the choice to name his new form and after discussing what makes him tick, we settled on turning him into the sweet Silly Cindy, a cute and giggly ditzy clown who loves to please especially when she's dressed in pink.

He waited a whole week for the session, the poor thing. He was adorable when I asked him how excited he was now the time had come, his wide grin audible in his answer.

After bringing him down and putting him on my lap, I wove some protective spells within him first so he always had failsafes if something felt off.

It was then I began to work on the transformation spell.

I first brought his focus to his chest, and his heart, a burst of happiness striking it like one of Cupid's arrows. Excitement and giggles bubbling up like the fizziest drink.

The excitement expands, as his chest begins to swell, a delightful new weight to feel growing into breasts.

Then the excitement explodes out like firework, widening his hips, and going right to his head.

Pretty pink thoughts, clad in harlequin print, begin to dance in his mind as his face feels the makeup starting to settle on his skin.

The cherry on top, two bouncy pigtails tied with pink ribbons.

I also gave him another little treat, that when he is Silly Cindy she has a special little extra transformation.

All I need to do is sing the tune of Pop Goes the Weasel, and she feels an anticipation build in her tummy until I sing the final line and SPROING! she turns into a happy and mindless Cindy-in-the-Box! Gently bobbing in her chair with her gloved hands outstretched, a big perma-grin on her face.

We had a little chat after the trance, and he loved how deep he went this time, much deeper than in his intro session.

Then I spoke the phrase for his transformation.

A giggle burst from her lips as she turned into Silly Cindy. She was so happy to see me, and was so excited to tell me how she felt.

She loved her new body, and spent a little time running her hands over herself. Then she asked me an adorable question.

"Shall I put my dress on?"

Sure enough, Silly Cindy graced me with her wonderfully pink and pretty clown dress, complete with ruffles and frills, puffball sleeves, and cute jingly headband!

She adored how she filled out the dress, and couldn't help but jingle the headband.

She was a bundle of giggles and squees until I began to sing that song.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Each repetition turning the handle on her box more and more and more and more and-

SPROING

Now she was just a toy. Nothing but a thing, fulfilling its purpose of being played with. The bells gently jingling with each bob and bounce on her spring.

When our session came to an end and Silly Cindy had gone back into her big top tent, my subject was just so overjoyed. He adored every moment, and just felt so happy.

Sessions like these make me so happy. Not only do I feel that satisfaction of bringing a fantasy to life, but I now have a lovely new toy to play with~

[saphig-iawn]

(This writing is about a real hypnosis session with real hypnosis and real people. If you would like to see more writing like this, then please support me over at https://ko-fi.com/saphig, where you can also commission 1-on-1 hypnosis sessions and have your own piece of writing just like this!)

A Little White Lie

One of my subjects has a fun little spell.

She is in love with the idea of a spell that can reach her at any time, any place.

All I need to do is send her a message with the spell on it and she sinks into trance, calls me, and waits for me to drop her deeper.

And so a little white lie enters play.

It was some 5 minutes before our session, and I told a little fib.

"I still have a little prep to do, so let me know if you're ready and I'll call when I'm done."

"Yes Miss Saphi, I'm ready, please take the time you need!", she replied.

Oh you helpful little thing, so sweet, so caring but you have no idea that I'm encircling you as we speak. That you're happily sat in your chair waiting for me to say I'm ready with no clue you are cornered with nowhere to run. That you have no idea my eyes are trained on you and your mind and I am just waiting for the right moment to pounce.

The clock struck the hour.

The spell got sent.

A moment passed.

She called.

Silent.

Ready.

Willing.

[saphig-iawn]

Day 11 - Possession

The ghost wanted to be pretty like Beth, so she took control of her body

[saphig-iawn]

Please enjoy this wonderful story my doll wrote, she's such a skilled writer!

Sleepyhead

CW: Hypnosis, Noncon, Drugging, Kidnapping

My bleary eyes opened slowly as I drifted up from a gentle sleep. The bed was oh so warm and soft beneath me and my dreams were calling me back into their embrace. But as much as I wanted to just snuggle into the warmth and let my eyes slip closed, I couldn’t help but notice I wasn’t in my bed, and wasn’t in my room. All I could see was a deep pink color and for a while my tired mind simply could not comprehend this endless pink world I found myself in. Finally I blinked the sleepiness from my eyes and realized that I had not in fact been transported to a gentle pink reality that simply went on forever and ever in every direction, but that the bed had a pink canopy that hid the rest of the room. But where was I? The question should have been more alarming, but my mind felt foggy and slow, and the bed was just so cozy and comfortable…even thinking about how nice the bed felt was caused me to sigh and relax, my eyes fluttering shut just for a moment…then another…then another…

No. I forced my eyes open once more, it was time to get up. I pushed the soft warm blanket off of me and gasped as a freezing sensation fell across my body. Even as I scrambled to pull the blanket back I began to feel numb from the cold. The moment it was over me again, the cold receded and was replaced by such a lovely warm glow. I let out a soft moan as my body relaxed back into the bed, heavy eyes fluttering shut once more. It was unbearable, unthinkable to leave this lovely feeling behind. And yet something felt wrong, something I couldn't quite place…where am I? My muddled mind tried to work through the question but it kept drifting off as sleep threatened to take me. I scooted about under the blanket, unable or unwilling to leave its comforting embrace again. At the edge of the bed I stuck a hand out to push aside the pink curtain and found...a pink room. Or perhaps not, I saw a lamp that seemed to bathe the room in a gentle pink light. The room seemed ordinary enough, but I still didn’t recognize it. I felt an uneasy feeling in my gut that my drowsy mind couldn’t ignore, I had woken up in a strange place…and I had no idea how. I steeled myself and with the blanket still wrapped tightly around me, let one foot dangle over the side of the bed. When it touched the floor it felt like stepping onto a sheet of ice, I quickly retreated the probing foot back into the safety of the blanket. I curled up into a ball, and I wanted nothing more than to just lay my head back into the soft pillows and let everything drift away... But no, I had to do something. That worried feeling in my gut was stronger now, as though I was running out of time. Wrapping the blanket around me like a cloak, I pulled myself off of the bed and cried out as my feet touched the floor again. The rest of my body was safe and warm in the blanket, but I felt an unbearable icy numbness in my feet. It took all of my willpower not to simply leap back into the bed again. I stumbled away, and nearly fell into a full length mirror. I caught a glimpse of myself, I looked so silly wrapped up in the blanket, my hair was a mess and my eyes looked so heavy and tired. I knew I should try to leave, but I just felt so sleepy right now…maybe I could lie down for a bit and then leave? That seems like a good idea…I shook my head vigorously, trying to chase the drowsiness away. I knew there wasn’t time for that, I had to leave before…before…something. I made my way to the door. But while I was preparing myself to reach a hand out to open it, I heard a sound from the other side. I froze and listened…had that been a different door? Opening and closing…now there were footsteps, they got louder and louder until suddenly the door knob was turning, the door was opening. I was momentarily blinded by the bright daylight that came in, I covered my face with the blanket…then slowly lowered it and looked up. 

Standing before me was a tall woman with long dark hair dressed in casual clothes. She looked down at me, eyes tracing me for a moment, then she smiled

“Why hello there darling, how are you feeling?”

Her voice made me feel warm and soft, my fuzzy brain slowly pondered its way to an answer

“I feel…sleepy…” 

She giggled, stepped into the room, then shut the door behind her. I let out an involuntary sigh of relief as the light dimmed again. 

“If you’re so sleepy, why’d you get out of bed silly?”

It was a good question and while I was considering it, she reached out and pulled the blanket down off of me. I braced myself in anticipation of the unbearable freezing cold…but I felt nothing of the sort. In fact the moment she touched me to take me by the arm, everything from the top of my head to the tips of my toes felt warm and comfortable again. It felt especially nice where her hand gently held my arm, and I found myself leaning into her as she led me back across the room. She stopped to toss the blanket back onto the bed, and I got another good look at myself in the mirror. I noticed I was wearing nothing but a long pink nightgown. But it wasn’t mine…not my bed, not my room, not my clothes…I was so confused. She led me to a small table and sat me down. The warm feeling remained when she let go and sat across from me, the table already had two tea cups set out and she poured something into both of them. Then she stirred something into one the cups before pushing it over to me

“Drink up sleepyhead”

I did, the drink was sweet, I quickly finished the cup while she just watched me smiling. When I was done I set the cup down and a sudden question came to my lips 

“Who are you?”

Her smile widened into a grin and she reached across the table to tuck my hair behind my ear

“It’s so lovely that you don’t remember…we’re making so much progress!”

She gave a light laugh and slid her thumb down my cheek

“It’s so cute that you couldn't get rid of the blanket…and you barely made it far at all this time! I was over an hour late and you still didn’t make it out of the room. Absolutely adorable" 

I blinked slowly, feeling more confused than ever

“This time?”

“That’s right dear, the last time you made it to the living room, and the time before that I found you in the foyer! Its so funny that you don’t remember at all”

As she spoke I felt things coming back to me. This wasn’t my room…not my home…it was hers.  She had taken me here…and she was…she was…who was she?

My eyes were drawn to a logo on the vest she was wearing. It was familiar…suddenly I knew it was the logo of the restaurant that I worked at…the restaurant we worked at…she was my coworker! Icy fear gripped me as my memories slowly returned she cocked her head as if sensing the change

“Oh? Something coming back now darling?”

I leaned away from her, terror filled me and dispelled the last of the drowsiness. 

“You…you took me! What…why? Why did you do this to me?”

Her eyes seemed sad for just a moment

“Why? You were just so tired all the time darling, that’s why. Everyday we’d chat in the break room and you’d tell me how exhausted you were with work and life and all that nonsense…so I decided to save you. You don’t have to worry about any of that anymore, no more stress, no more problems. Just my precious sleepy princess, from now on”

I was shaking my head

“But…but what if I don’t want that!?”

Her grin returned

“That’s the best part…it's not up to you anymore. Nothing is. Isn’t that lovely? Now tell me dear, since your memories are coming back…can you recall exactly how I first took you?”

The memories were flooding back even as she spoke them, it had been a long day and I was exhausted. We were getting ready to go home and she offered me something to drink… and then...

I looked down at the empty tea cup and then back up at her. She just smiled.

I tried to stand but found my hands were too numb to grip the chair. then it started It spreading up my arms. I tried to move but my legs didn’t respond, I would have toppled out of my chair if she hadn’t reached out to keep me upright. Soon the numbness spread up to my neck and head and I was completely paralyzed, propped up in the chair only by her gentle grip on my arm.

“I’m sorry darling, but I’m feeling confident that this is the last time I’ll have to use that on you”

She was still smiling, she reached up to her neck to pull at a chain, and took off the necklace she was wearing

“Now that you seem to be remembering things, let me ask you, do you remember your new favorite color?”

She lifted her closed fist over the table between us. A teardrop shaped gemstone fell from her hand and dangled in front of me. It was a pretty pink stone, and it sparked in the light as it swayed gently from side to side. I found my eyes instantly locking on to it.

“Hmm it seems to you do remember…just let yourself melt for me now darling”

Even as I tried to resist I could feel it, the pink stone filling up more and more of my mind as all my fear and anxiety was pushed out. That familiar warm sleepy feeling was filling me up again...

“Shhh just like that, so easy for you now. So effortlessly you slip right back down. I know you just want to go back to bed where you belong, but first we have to do a little more work on that sleepy head of yours. Just let all those pesky thoughts slip away again…”

I remembered how lovely it felt just to listen to her, how to just take in her words and internalize them without thinking about them at all.

“Such a good sleepy girl, deeper and deeper let those gentle clouds fill your mind as you listen and obey. You are mine. You are a precious princess who wants nothing more than to doze and dream so prettily in your bed. It feels oh so soft and warm to obey, and so cold and hard when you don't. It's just easier to obey isn't it sweetie? that's right everything will feel wonderful as long as you just listen and obey. Soon I’m going to put you back to bed, and its going to feel so wonderful darling, that you'll never want to leave. And when you drift off to sleep again, you’ll forget everything for good this time. Your past, your name, who you are. it will all be gone for good, all you'll remember is me, this room, and how lovely it feels to be my precious sleepy princess”

She put the necklace back on, and pulled me to my feet. I dimly realized that the drug had already worn off. I thought about doing something, about running for the door. She led me back to the bedside and I prepared to make my move, I would shove her back, and run for it. It was my only chance…I had to-

She gave me a gentle push, I leaned forward, my hand resting on the bed. Suddenly the room seemed unbearably cold, and I was so so tired. Before I knew what I was doing I was on the bed pulling the blanket over me again. Whatever my plan had been I could try it later...it would never work when I was all sleepy like this anyway, I needed to rest first…it was just so warm and comfortable here. As my body sank into the mattress I felt oh so drowsy. I barely noticed the shifting beside me. I noticed she had undressed and gotten under the blanket with me. After a gentle kiss on the forehead she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me gently. I thought back to when I had first woken up, that feeling that something was wrong…now I knew what it was. I had been alone. I nuzzled into her neck, and drifted off to sleep

[saphig-iawn]

You were such a good little cow for me darling.

And it is such a delicious temptation, knowing you have an enchanted collar just waiting to milk those worries and stresses away.

You're always welcome darling <3

Milking Her Mind Away

Since playing with her body and entwining it in my ribbons, a doll wanted to explore hypnosis with me further.

She was so inspired by so many things that we ended up having quite a list of things to possibly do, and that list is continuing to grow.

But she did decide on something, inspired by another session I did with a doll of mine, cow girl transformation.

She prepared a little outfit, a cow girl bikini stop with cow print armlets, and a cute black skirt. She had cute little cow ears and horns, and a beautiful cow print collar complete with bell.

That was when inspiration struck.

My spells are things that are woven, and they can find purchase in more places than someone's mind.

I said to the doll that I was going to weave this spell into the collar.

That the moment she feels the clasp on the buckle close-

THRUM

A deep arousal will bloom inside her, and an inescapable pressure begins to build within her chest.

Then she realises that this arousal is unlike anything else, its deep, its primal, its animalistic.

Its an arousal that has no real word to describe it because the animals that feel this deep need have no words to use.

It is just there and hungry and needing and wanting

And there it was again.

The look on the doll's face that I've come to adore.

The look of realising the power of my spell and that the point of no return is rapidly diminishing in the rearview mirror of her mind.

Perhaps when I turn her into a statue or a portrait I'll have her face held in this expression.

But the dam of self restraint within her is creaking, its groans felt deep in her bones. It can't be ignored, and it won't be. Animals operate in impulse after all. A stimulus causing an unstoppable domino run.

Her eyes darted about in the middle distance, unfocused. She's not animal, she's a person, she shouldn't be feeling this in such a raw way, but the mental gymnastics did precious little to answer why she had these basest urges ravaging her mind and her body.

Her breath was quicking, her hands were grasping and pawing needily.

She felt a precipice approaching but her words were beginning to melt in her mind. She would try to snatch something, anything to say but the words crumbled into letters and the letters into sand that fell between her fingers.

But my spell gave her something to say, something succinct, something perfect as the precipice was at her doorstep.

I could see what needed to happen dawning in her eyes, but her mind wouldn't have said it so eloquently, nor using any words because her mind only offered one thing...

To moo...

Her mind became a passanger as the cow within her began to take control, the performance of her humanity falling off her skin like satin.

Gripping her at her chest she finally mooed.

She bucked and arched in the beauty of its simple power.

She clawed at her skirt and top to start milking.

There was no mistaking that was what she was doing. All of those pesky words were now dripping out of her udders, so she couldn't even know the words for getting off.

Every stroke extracted a moo from her heart. Every moo made the arousal deeper and ravenous.

What was so beautiful was seeing her as she was on all fours milking herself.

You could see those little moments where her personality would try and shine through, like she'd spot the camera and pull a sexy face, but then her eyes would glaze over and the tongue she held out in cheekiness would hang loose as she milked just that little bit harder.

Slowly, those flashes of her would soften and wane until she was just a mindless cow, mooing and milking.

She made such a sweet batch of milk for me, and the poor thing was so spent she was barely able to hold herself up afterward.

We wound down our session with a little dollification, helping her roiling mind calm into stillness as I tended to her body.

While I adored her mindless cow girl face, seeing her so poised and focused, like a freshly sharpened blade was exquisite.

Yes-

I think I know what I'm going to do with her next.

She will look so pretty in porcelain.

(This writing is about a real hypnosis session with real hypnosis and real people. If you would like to see more writing like this, then please support me over at https://ko-fi.com/saphig, where you can also commission 1-on-1 hypnosis sessions and have your own piece of writing just like this!)

[saphig-iawn]

Milking Her Mind Away

Since playing with her body and entwining it in my ribbons, a doll wanted to explore hypnosis with me further.

She was so inspired by so many things that we ended up having quite a list of things to possibly do, and that list is continuing to grow.

But she did decide on something, inspired by another session I did with a doll of mine, cow girl transformation.

She prepared a little outfit, a cow girl bikini stop with cow print armlets, and a cute black skirt. She had cute little cow ears and horns, and a beautiful cow print collar complete with bell.

That was when inspiration struck.

My spells are things that are woven, and they can find purchase in more places than someone's mind.

I said to the doll that I was going to weave this spell into the collar.

That the moment she feels the clasp on the buckle close-

THRUM

A deep arousal will bloom inside her, and an inescapable pressure begins to build within her chest.

Then she realises that this arousal is unlike anything else, its deep, its primal, its animalistic.

Its an arousal that has no real word to describe it because the animals that feel this deep need have no words to use.

It is just there and hungry and needing and wanting

And there it was again.

The look on the doll's face that I've come to adore.

The look of realising the power of my spell and that the point of no return is rapidly diminishing in the rearview mirror of her mind.

Perhaps when I turn her into a statue or a portrait I'll have her face held in this expression.

But the dam of self restraint within her is creaking, its groans felt deep in her bones. It can't be ignored, and it won't be. Animals operate in impulse after all. A stimulus causing an unstoppable domino run.

Her eyes darted about in the middle distance, unfocused. She's not animal, she's a person, she shouldn't be feeling this in such a raw way, but the mental gymnastics did precious little to answer why she had these basest urges ravaging her mind and her body.

Her breath was quicking, her hands were grasping and pawing needily.

She felt a precipice approaching but her words were beginning to melt in her mind. She would try to snatch something, anything to say but the words crumbled into letters and the letters into sand that fell between her fingers.

But my spell gave her something to say, something succinct, something perfect as the precipice was at her doorstep.

I could see what needed to happen dawning in her eyes, but her mind wouldn't have said it so eloquently, nor using any words because her mind only offered one thing...

To moo...

Her mind became a passanger as the cow within her began to take control, the performance of her humanity falling off her skin like satin.

Gripping her at her chest she finally mooed.

She bucked and arched in the beauty of its simple power.

She clawed at her skirt and top to start milking.

There was no mistaking that was what she was doing. All of those pesky words were now dripping out of her udders, so she couldn't even know the words for getting off.

Every stroke extracted a moo from her heart. Every moo made the arousal deeper and ravenous.

What was so beautiful was seeing her as she was on all fours milking herself.

You could see those little moments where her personality would try and shine through, like she'd spot the camera and pull a sexy face, but then her eyes would glaze over and the tongue she held out in cheekiness would hang loose as she milked just that little bit harder.

Slowly, those flashes of her would soften and wane until she was just a mindless cow, mooing and milking.

She made such a sweet batch of milk for me, and the poor thing was so spent she was barely able to hold herself up afterward.

We wound down our session with a little dollification, helping her roiling mind calm into stillness as I tended to her body.

While I adored her mindless cow girl face, seeing her so poised and focused, like a freshly sharpened blade was exquisite.

Yes-

I think I know what I'm going to do with her next.

She will look so pretty in porcelain.

(This writing is about a real hypnosis session with real hypnosis and real people. If you would like to see more writing like this, then please support me over at https://ko-fi.com/saphig, where you can also commission 1-on-1 hypnosis sessions and have your own piece of writing just like this!)

[saphig-iawn]

(If you would like to see more fiction writing like this, then please support me over at https://ko-fi.com/saphig, where you can also commission 1-on-1 hypnosis sessions and your own kinky short story just like this!)

Shaping You

There is something deep and powerful about wanting to shape someone.

When a cute and docile femme approaches me wanting to be a doll and be cherished and dressed, shaping them follows certain paths and patterns.

When a tired and overworked femme approaches me wanting be a drone in my Network and not have to think anymore, shaping them aligns with certain ideas and influences.

Both are enjoyable and loving and caring but...

But sometimes... I just crave the ability to shape them-

To take the cute femme and interlock my fingers tightly with theirs so the impressions I leave in their skin become ball joints and seams.

To take the overworked femme and cradle their head in my hand, and rub my thumb across their lips leaving nothing behind but smooth latex.

To take the new doll onto my lap and give them such an embrace that they shrink into a sweet little toy, with a permanent smile on their face.

To take the new drone and sculpt their hands into mittens, their crotch into a nullge, their face into a work of rubber art.

To take you and lift those burdens that rub stress into your muscles and strain into your bones.

To distill you into the parts that you should be, the parts that you need to be; all by my loving hand.

To make you mine.

...

Well...

Would you like me to shape you?

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

[saphig-iawn]

Oh he is, he is such a gentle boy with a big heart. He was so comfortable being a puppy for me that, at one point, he felt the impulse to play and began biting and swinging a pillow in his mouth. He only knew that happened because the pillow was very far from where it was when we started as he tried to get comfy again!

Finally Let Off His Leash - Part 2

[part 1]

I had my puppy on my lap again.

Since our first session he as opened up so much with me. Like the exciteable and bubbly puppy in him is reaching out into his life and making it a little brighter.

When our call connected I could tell he was just brimming with excitement, but it felt like he was trying his best not to be too forward with it.

I know how that can feel sometimes, that your passion or excitement can be something with so much energy that it makes people retreat ever so slightly.

I never want him to shrink in my care like that.

So I spoke my spell and I heard the most beautiful, heart-deep laugh and giggles ripple and then burst from his lips like an emergency slide inflating. A gentle start but explosive finish.

All I had to do was say hi to my sweet puppy and he rumbled like an old engine at me, full of happiness.

Now we had planned that our session was to be about weaving him some tantalising bondage spells (which I will write about soon), but I wanted to make sure he was nice and relaxed.

You see, he had a very stressful day and the time between our previous session was enough time that he had those little pockets of stress hidden within his muscles, so being able to tend to him right at the beginning just felt so good.

With content barks and low happy grumbles, he agreed.

Then, I treated him to some well deserved cuddle time.

I rolled him onto his side and stroked his belly and rubbed between his eyes and told him about all the places I would walk him in my town and in Wales.

Through old castle ruins, weaving between the grand arches of old viaducts, wandering over the sleeping mountains.

He did the cutest thing when I started talking about the coastal walks we could do, the rock pools we could explore when the tide was out, the beaches he could run free on.

I said how seagulls are everywhere in these places because of the food people buy, and when I said that I would let him chase the seagulls away, he began to sniff and sniff and sniff like he was there ready to pounce!

I always love the sessions I do, but sessions like these, full of care and tenderness really make my heart feel full. Giving some a space to be unapologetically themselves is something I will always strive to do with my hypnosis.

(This writing is about a real hypnosis session with real hypnosis and real people. If you would like to see more writing like this, then please support me over at https://ko-fi.com/saphig, where you can also commission 1-on-1 hypnosis sessions and have your own piece of writing just like this!)

[saphig-iawn]

Finally Let Off His Leash - Part 2

[part 1]

I had my puppy on my lap again.

Since our first session he as opened up so much with me. Like the exciteable and bubbly puppy in him is reaching out into his life and making it a little brighter.

When our call connected I could tell he was just brimming with excitement, but it felt like he was trying his best not to be too forward with it.

I know how that can feel sometimes, that your passion or excitement can be something with so much energy that it makes people retreat ever so slightly.

I never want him to shrink in my care like that.

So I spoke my spell and I heard the most beautiful, heart-deep laugh and giggles ripple and then burst from his lips like an emergency slide inflating. A gentle start but explosive finish.

All I had to do was say hi to my sweet puppy and he rumbled like an old engine at me, full of happiness.

Now we had planned that our session was to be about weaving him some tantalising bondage spells (which I will write about soon), but I wanted to make sure he was nice and relaxed.

You see, he had a very stressful day and the time between our previous session was enough time that he had those little pockets of stress hidden within his muscles, so being able to tend to him right at the beginning just felt so good.

With content barks and low happy grumbles, he agreed.

Then, I treated him to some well deserved cuddle time.

I rolled him onto his side and stroked his belly and rubbed between his eyes and told him about all the places I would walk him in my town and in Wales.

Through old castle ruins, weaving between the grand arches of old viaducts, wandering over the sleeping mountains.

He did the cutest thing when I started talking about the coastal walks we could do, the rock pools we could explore when the tide was out, the beaches he could run free on.

I said how seagulls are everywhere in these places because of the food people buy, and when I said that I would let him chase the seagulls away, he began to sniff and sniff and sniff like he was there ready to pounce!

I always love the sessions I do, but sessions like these, full of care and tenderness really make my heart feel full. Giving some a space to be unapologetically themselves is something I will always strive to do with my hypnosis.

(This writing is about a real hypnosis session with real hypnosis and real people. If you would like to see more writing like this, then please support me over at https://ko-fi.com/saphig, where you can also commission 1-on-1 hypnosis sessions and have your own piece of writing just like this!)

[saphig-iawn]

green thumb (day 19 + 20 of bunbot's hypnovember :p)

[saphig-iawn]

Finally Let Off His Leash - Part 2

[part 1]

I had my puppy on my lap again.

Since our first session he as opened up so much with me. Like the exciteable and bubbly puppy in him is reaching out into his life and making it a little brighter.

When our call connected I could tell he was just brimming with excitement, but it felt like he was trying his best not to be too forward with it.

I know how that can feel sometimes, that your passion or excitement can be something with so much energy that it makes people retreat ever so slightly.

I never want him to shrink in my care like that.

So I spoke my spell and I heard the most beautiful, heart-deep laugh and giggles ripple and then burst from his lips like an emergency slide inflating. A gentle start but explosive finish.

All I had to do was say hi to my sweet puppy and he rumbled like an old engine at me, full of happiness.

Now we had planned that our session was to be about weaving him some tantalising bondage spells (which I will write about soon), but I wanted to make sure he was nice and relaxed.

You see, he had a very stressful day and the time between our previous session was enough time that he had those little pockets of stress hidden within his muscles, so being able to tend to him right at the beginning just felt so good.

With content barks and low happy grumbles, he agreed.

Then, I treated him to some well deserved cuddle time.

I rolled him onto his side and stroked his belly and rubbed between his eyes and told him about all the places I would walk him in my town and in Wales.

Through old castle ruins, weaving between the grand arches of old viaducts, wandering over the sleeping mountains.

He did the cutest thing when I started talking about the coastal walks we could do, the rock pools we could explore when the tide was out, the beaches he could run free on.

I said how seagulls are everywhere in these places because of the food people buy, and when I said that I would let him chase the seagulls away, he began to sniff and sniff and sniff like he was there ready to pounce!

I always love the sessions I do, but sessions like these, full of care and tenderness really make my heart feel full. Giving some a space to be unapologetically themselves is something I will always strive to do with my hypnosis.

(This writing is about a real hypnosis session with real hypnosis and real people. If you would like to see more writing like this, then please support me over at https://ko-fi.com/saphig, where you can also commission 1-on-1 hypnosis sessions and have your own piece of writing just like this!)

[saphig-iawn]

At this point I need a nice afternoon tea with Cecelia so we can have a wonderful chat about the intricacies of turning someone into the sweetest little ragdoll

Day 20 - Lost Humanity

Porcelain dolls are not the only toys Cecelia can make

[saphig-iawn]

Quick hypno doodle

The cat girl wants belly rubs

[saphig-iawn]

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[saphig-iawn]

As someone who has just been making a few hypno puppies lately, I think I might need to begin building my muscles up!

collared puppygirl in heat with her owner holding her back. call that freak on a leash.