saphig-iawn

[saphig-iawn]

Would you like me to sculpt your words for you? To lift that burden of knowing what to say and when to say it?

"Would you like some tea?"

My sweet boy doll wanted a talkbox.

He has been doing so well at becoming a doll, embracing the stillness, and enjoying being posed.

He's even feeling the clothes I dress him in.

And now it was time to move a step deeper into dollhood.

He has let me in to control his body, now it is time for his voice to be left in my care.

He adored being like a Victorian doll, with elegant clothes and an air of grace, and so we sculpted this idea that he was a sweet maid doll always ready to serve.

I brought him onto my lap, wove my ribbon between my fingers as I constructed the spell, and then spoke the ribbon into him.

That Miss Saphi was alleviating him of another burden; of knowing what to say or when to say it.

When he woke, he found himself so happy with his new vocabulary.

"How was that, sweet boy?" "I'm a good boy!" "Mhm, the spell feels good doesn't it?" "Would you like some tea?" "Someone's feeling excited, isn't he?" "I am Miss Saphi's good doll!"

When I gave him his words back, his breath was heaving with arousal. To have something so personal be bound in my ribbon and shaped struck him so deeply.

Sweetly and quietly, he asked to be played with.

My heart leapt at the chance, I felt so proud of him that he wanted to explore playing further.

So I gave him permission to play, to reach down and satisfy himself.

He warned me that he was a quiet doll, but he made such sweet sounds for me. The sweetest moans and whimpers.

That was until I shaped his words again.

"Is my doll getting closer?" "I- am- Miss Saphi's-- goOod d-oll!" "Aww, does my sweet boy want to cum? "I'm a good boy!" "Well go on, my doll, you've earned it" "Would you l-l-l-ike so- ome teeEEeeeaaa......"

He came so well for me, his elation shaped by my spell.

I soften his body and cooed to him in the aftercare, I was so proud of him.

Then with his face buried in his hands he confessed something to me.

Offering to serve me tea like a good maid boy while in the throes of pleasure was one of the hottest things he's ever done.

[saphig-iawn]

You are so welcome, darling

If you are reading this, I want you to stop whatever you are doing and find yourself a private space.

Continue reading once you have.

That's a good toy. So obedient.

Now, I give you permission to touch yourself in anyway that feels good.

That's it.

Good toy.

Let your body react without any force of action.

If a moan slips out, let it slip.

If you bite your bottom lip, let it be bitten.

Good toy.

As those reactions occur, thank me.

In your mind.

Under your breath.

Aloud.

Thank Miss Saphi for allowing you to touch.

Thank Miss Saphi for the pleasure you're feeling.

Good toy.

Doesn't this feel better?

Being told to touch? Being told to feel?

Toys shouldn't have to make so many decisions.

So what do you say to me for making this decision for you?

[saphig-iawn]

Oh my, we could have a session on each of those! You would be such a delight

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

[saphig-iawn]

Its so fun, isn't it? To have something so fundamental to you be shaped by someone else

Not many things beat hypnotising someone to only say one phrase and then ask them questions that that phrase just can't answer.

"How did that trance feel, darling?" "I'm a good toy." "Oh, I know darling, but did you enjoy?" "I... I'm a- good toy."

[saphig-iawn]

Oh I am so glad you think so darling. Well, if you did find your thoughts digitising, know I would look after them and keep you nice and maintained

Installing Updates 🔊

This is the audio version of a piece of fiction I wrote of the same name. Enjoy, my darlings~

[saphig-iawn]

Aww poor thing, come rest in my arms

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

[saphig-iawn]

Now I'm just imagining you as a cute hypnotised diner wait staff

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

[saphig-iawn]

Powerful, isn't it darling?

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]

Oh thank you darling

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]

I will leave you as something better, an object to be cherished

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]

Oh you are just so cute, sweet fox

ngl kinda wanna be like given oral triggers... Being forced to become suggestible and mindless everytime someone puts fingers in my mouth, becoming an obedient drooling mess mfngnfmfmgngn 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 pleaaase~

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[saphig-iawn]

Oh this is just so cute

I feel I've crossed a milestone as a gentle hypno domme...

I've been likened to an affini

[saphig-iawn]

Thank you darling

Affini Comforts Her Floret from a Bad Dream

A piece of audio fun, leaning into the more caring side of HDG. Enjoy my little florets~

[saphig-iawn]

Aww so cute and adorable

Affini Comforts Her Floret from a Bad Dream

A piece of audio fun, leaning into the more caring side of HDG. Enjoy my little florets~

[saphig-iawn]

Oh, such an eager volunteer

Affini Comforts Her Floret from a Bad Dream

A piece of audio fun, leaning into the more caring side of HDG. Enjoy my little florets~

[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]

"Would you like some tea?"

My sweet boy doll wanted a talkbox.

He has been doing so well at becoming a doll, embracing the stillness, and enjoying being posed.

He's even feeling the clothes I dress him in.

And now it was time to move a step deeper into dollhood.

He has let me in to control his body, now it is time for his voice to be left in my care.

He adored being like a Victorian doll, with elegant clothes and an air of grace, and so we sculpted this idea that he was a sweet maid doll always ready to serve.

I brought him onto my lap, wove my ribbon between my fingers as I constructed the spell, and then spoke the ribbon into him.

That Miss Saphi was alleviating him of another burden; of knowing what to say or when to say it.

When he woke, he found himself so happy with his new vocabulary.

"How was that, sweet boy?" "I'm a good boy!" "Mhm, the spell feels good doesn't it?" "Would you like some tea?" "Someone's feeling excited, isn't he?" "I am Miss Saphi's good doll!"

When I gave him his words back, his breath was heaving with arousal. To have something so personal be bound in my ribbon and shaped struck him so deeply.

Sweetly and quietly, he asked to be played with.

My heart leapt at the chance, I felt so proud of him that he wanted to explore playing further.

So I gave him permission to play, to reach down and satisfy himself.

He warned me that he was a quiet doll, but he made such sweet sounds for me. The sweetest moans and whimpers.

That was until I shaped his words again.

"Is my doll getting closer?" "I- am- Miss Saphi's-- goOod d-oll!" "Aww, does my sweet boy want to cum? "I'm a good boy!" "Well go on, my doll, you've earned it" "Would you l-l-l-ike so- ome teeEEeeeaaa......"

He came so well for me, his elation shaped by my spell.

I soften his body and cooed to him in the aftercare, I was so proud of him.

Then with his face buried in his hands he confessed something to me.

Offering to serve me tea like a good maid boy while in the throes of pleasure was one of the hottest things he's ever done.