my corner store guy is a 50 year old man who's my best friend in the world and recently he was like "you're too pretty to be single I have some nephews you should meet. very handsome!" and I was like "a niece might be more up my alley" and he just got more excited and said "ah even better! I was overselling my nephews but my nieces are very beautiful"
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these faux porcelain & filigree animals might become a series because they are just so fun to make.
using paper napkins for decoupage has also made me a superfan of william morris. his designs have so many elements going on i could make five completely different dolls from a single one. the patterns on this bunny are from the strawberry thief, pictured below.
It’s so pretty
I do so love making new dolls.
I began to make a new one last night.
She is so cute, and so ready to be a doll.
All I need to do is brush her hair and she sinks.
She is so obedient too; she climaxed from praises alone.
She's going to be such a good doll~
And, after a two hour ritual with me, they are a doll.
Unmistakably.
Undeniably.
A spell woven so deep into their self that it can untie their inhibitions like they are simple knots.
This is what trust and safety can do.
They so willingly lend me control because they know nothing bad will happen.
They let themselves be poured into the mold I create because they know it is with care and love.
They know I can draw a satin sheet over their memories and weave them new ones because I cherish them like they are dolls of my own.
They know that I could take every facet of their identity and dissolve them like cotton candy, then rewriting them into something new, because they would always be safely returned.
They are such a good doll.
I can't wait to see them again.
Its illuminating, isn't it?
Would you like to know what I did with them?
I rewrote them; tucked their old self in the pocket of my dress for safekeeping, and then remade them.
Their now knew their name was just, doll. Always had been.
That I was their Owner and calling me as such would make them feel so good.
Their purpose was whatever I wanted it to be, and they waited with bated breath to hear it with the eagerness of a cursor in a textbox.
🐮 gosh that sounds like.....an amazing ritual o///////o mistress
And....2 hours....gosh, dolls thinks that long being in a doll state. It would be hard for this one to function the rest of the day
This one mind end up still for a very long time >\\\\\\\\\\\<
They couldn't believe it themselves either.
How an hour seemed to just disappear for the first stage.
Luckily they had some little chores to tend to so needed to be alert, because otherwise they would've asked me to send to them to sweet dolly sleep
🐮 awwwww that sounds absolutely divine mistress.
To not need to be alert, or any tasks, and just be a sleepy little doll, gives doll head fuzzies
I do so love making new dolls.
I began to make a new one last night.
She is so cute, and so ready to be a doll.
All I need to do is brush her hair and she sinks.
She is so obedient too; she climaxed from praises alone.
She's going to be such a good doll~
And, after a two hour ritual with me, they are a doll.
Unmistakably.
Undeniably.
A spell woven so deep into their self that it can untie their inhibitions like they are simple knots.
This is what trust and safety can do.
They so willingly lend me control because they know nothing bad will happen.
They let themselves be poured into the mold I create because they know it is with care and love.
They know I can draw a satin sheet over their memories and weave them new ones because I cherish them like they are dolls of my own.
They know that I could take every facet of their identity and dissolve them like cotton candy, then rewriting them into something new, because they would always be safely returned.
They are such a good doll.
I can't wait to see them again.
Its illuminating, isn't it?
Would you like to know what I did with them?
I rewrote them; tucked their old self in the pocket of my dress for safekeeping, and then remade them.
Their now knew their name was just, doll. Always had been.
That I was their Owner and calling me as such would make them feel so good.
Their purpose was whatever I wanted it to be, and they waited with bated breath to hear it with the eagerness of a cursor in a textbox.
🐮 gosh that sounds like…..an amazing ritual o///////o mistress
And….2 hours….gosh, dolls thinks that long being in a doll state. It would be hard for this one to function the rest of the day
This one mind end up still for a very long time >\\\\\\<
shitass failgirl affini who gets a floret in the hopes it will help motivate her to take care of it and by extension herself, like when you’re super depressed and someone tells you to get a dog, but the floret just looks at the hab and goes “damn girl you live like this?”
don’t you dare call that transfem sir. and don’t call her ma’am either. she prefers madame. or mistress. or mommy.
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my corner store guy is a 50 year old man who's my best friend in the world and recently he was like "you're too pretty to be single I have some nephews you should meet. very handsome!" and I was like "a niece might be more up my alley" and he just got more excited and said "ah even better! I was overselling my nephews but my nieces are very beautiful"
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