You are seated alone in front of your computer. It has been a long day, and
you wish to have some fun now.
It has been a long day, and you would like to have some fun now.
As you sit comfortably in your chair, surfing the Web and clicking from one
site to the next to the next, you find the Legacy of Timeless
Beauty Archive....
You find the Archive, and within the Dolls area, you find an odd little piece
of work, something that seems less like a short story
and more like a flow of your conscious thoughts, from right about now.
"Wow, that's an odd literary device, isn't it?" you ask yourself with a slight
smirk on your face, amused that the author has nothing better to do than to
try to read your mind...
A slight smirk is on your face, one of amusement as you ask yourself if the
author has nothing better to do than to try to read your mind.
"Of course it's an odd one baby.... how else do you suppose someone is gonna
get into baby's head?" a voice asks, from an unseen distance
behind you, a soft velvety baritone, with hints of Barry White murmuring into
your ear, almost directly into your brain....
"Of course it's an odd one baby...how else do you suppose someone is
gonna get into baby's head?" that voice asks, so softly it pours into
your ear and seem to come directly from the back corner of your own mind.
"Of course it's an odd one baby....how else do you suppose someone is
gonna get into baby's head?"
Of course it's an odd one....
Of course it's an odd one....
Of course....
Of course....
Of course this voice is relaxing to you, it is so soft, sexy and strong.
Of course this voice is relaxing to you, it is so soft, sexy and strong.
It flows like raw silk being poured directly into your ears.
It flows like raw silk being poured directly into your ears.
"Of course, baby...." it flows, seeming to wash directly into your mind.
"Of course, baby...." it flows, seeming to wash directly into your mind.
So soft, so sexy, so reassuring, so relaxing....
So soft, so sexy, so reassuring, so relaxing....
You can almost feel the voice lifting you up from your chair,
Though you feel like you are floating much more than you are standing.
Standing was never so soft, never so easy, never so comfortable.
So you float with this strong silky voice, this baritone inside your head.
So you float with this strong silky voice, this baritone inside your head.
So you float with this strong silky voice, this baritone inside your head.
Of course you do baby, how else is it gonna get inside your head?
Of course you do baby, how else is it gonna get inside your head?
Of course you do baby, how else is it gonna get inside your head?
You drift with the voice now, still vaguely aware of the words before you.
You drift with the voice now, still vaguely aware of the words before you.
You drift with the voice now, still vaguely aware of the words before you.
If you close your eyes, they will open again before you proceed.
If you close your eyes, they will open again before you proceed.
If you close your eyes, they will open again before you proceed.
Because it's all good baby, everything is warm and soft now.
Because it's all good baby, everything is warm and soft now.
Because it's all good baby, everything is warm and soft now.
Everything is warm and soft now.
Everything is warm and soft now.
Everything is warm and soft now.
You are so relaxed now as you drift with the voice now.
You are so relaxed now as you drift with the voice now.
You are so relaxed now as you drift with the voice now.
You relax as you drift.
You relax as you drift.
You relax as you drift.
Your breathing is so even and easy now, as you feel strong arms cradle you,
as you drift.
Your breathing is so even and easy now, as you feel strong arms cradle you,
as you drift.
Your breathing is so even and easy now, as you feel strong arms cradle you,
as you drift.
You breathe even and easily as you drift.
You breathe even and easily as you drift.
You breathe even and easily as you drift.
The voice sings you a soft lullaby, baby, and rocks you gently as you drift.
The voice sings you a soft lullaby, baby, and rocks you gently as you drift.
The voice sings you a soft lullaby, baby, and rocks you gently as you drift.
And as you rock you notice you are on an elevator.
And as you rock you notice you are on an elevator.
And as you rock you notice you are on an elevator.
"Of course you're on an elevator baby, we are going home," the voice coos softly
to you, warm breath on your face.
"Of course you're on an elevator baby, we are going home," the voice coos softly
to you, warm breath on your face.
"Of course you're on an elevator baby, we are going home," the voice coos softly
to you, warm breath on your face.
And the rocking and the lullaby resume, as you feel the gentle tug of the elevator
going up.
And the rocking and the lullaby resume, as you feel the gentle tug of the elevator
going up.
And the rocking and the lullaby resume, as you feel the gentle tug of the elevator
going up.
Up it goes, smoothly, gently, and as it goes, you feel more limp, you feel yourself
soften.
Up it goes, smoothly, gently, and as it goes, you feel more limp, you feel yourself
soften.
Up it goes, smoothly, gently, and as it goes, you feel more limp, you feel yourself
soften.
Up it goes, higher and higher, and you feel yourself soften.
Up it goes, higher and higher, and you feel yourself soften.
Up it goes, higher and higher, and you feel yourself soften.
Up it goes, as you leave your cares and worries further and further behind and
below you.
Up it goes, as you leave your cares and worries further and further behind and
below you.
Up it goes, as you leave your cares and worries further and further behind and
below you.
Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
And now you are twice as soft and relaxed and peaceful and empty as before.
And now you are twice as soft and relaxed and peaceful and empty as before.
And again....fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, ninteen, twenty.
And now you are twice as soft and relaxed and peaceful and empty as before.
And now you are twice as soft and relaxed and peaceful and empty as before.
And again.....twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine,
thirty.
And now you are twice as soft and relaxed and peaceful and empty as before.
And now you are twice as soft and relaxed and peaceful and empty as before.
Somehow you start to ask.... how many more floors?
"Don't worry baby, we live in the penthouse all the way up top."
"Don't worry baby, we live in the penthouse all the way up top."
Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty.
And now you are twice as soft and relaxed.....
Forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty.
And now you are soooo soft and relaxed.....
And now you are soooo soft and relaxed, you lose track of the floors.
You lose track of the floors as they go by in a blur.....
Sixty, seventy..... ninety, one hundred.... one twenty, one thirty,
On and on and on one big blur as you softly fade away, rocking in a pair of
strong safe arms, feeling the lullaby more than hearing it.
On and on and on one big blur as you softly fade away, rocking in a pair of
strong safe arms, feeling the lullaby more than hearing it.
On and on and on one big blur as you softly fade away, rocking in a pair of
strong safe arms, feeling the lullaby more than hearing it.
And then you feel those strong safe arms gently set you down on a table, one
covered with some sort of soft cloth.
And then you feel those strong safe arms gently set you down on a table, one
covered with some sort of soft cloth.
The arms hold you up in place as you are so soft and limp now.
The arms hold you up in place as you are so soft and limp now.
"Blink baby,
if you want to,"
the voice murmurs softly to you as you feel the warmth of his breath upon your
face.
"Blink baby,
if you need to,
it feels good to blink,
it's okay to blink,
blink freely,
blink easily,
Blink."
The voice coos and you hear a velvety smile creep into the voice as you do
blink, and he sees that it does feel good to you, on your face.
"As you blink baby,
you will become more and more relaxed.
As you blink baby,
you will sink,
further and further into trance.
As you blink,
you will go deeper and deeper.
Blink baby, blink,
and feel everything become so soft and easy... yess, that's it,"
He says, offering more silken encouragement into your ears,
pouring more aural warm chocoalte into your brain.
And you feel the last tense bits of your mind softly melt away
as you blink and as the voice lifts you further away from yourself.
"Now it's time baby.... to make you my work of art," the voice tells you, as
you feel a prickly tingling in your toes.
"Now it's time baby.... to make you my work of art," the voice tells you, as
you feel a prickly tingling in your toes.
You feel giggly and ticklish as warm, gentle hands flatten your toes and push
them together into a stiff, smooth flap.
You feel giggly and ticklish as warm, gentle hands flatten your toes and push
them together into a stiff, smooth flap.
The tingling grows as those hands round your arch tighter into your foot, molding
it into a tiptoe position, like a mannequin's foot, first your left foot, and
then your right one.
The tingling grows as those hands round your arch tighter into your foot, molding
it into a tiptoe position, like a mannequin's foot, first your left foot, and
then your right one.
The tingling becomes a tight, numbing pressure as hands slowly glide up your
legs.
The tingling becomes a tight, numbing pressure as hands slowly glide up your
legs.
Your shins become smooth, shiny, tight and plastic as your calves tighten and
become hard and round.
Your shins become smooth, shiny, tight and plastic as your calves tighten and
become hard and round.
"That feels sooo good, doesn't it baby?" the voice asks as the hands
render your knees round and stiff.
"That feels sooo good, doesn't it baby?" the voice asks as the hands
render your knees round and stiff.
Your thighs feel sooo warm and tight and smooth as those gentle hands squeeze
them and mold them into nearly perfect cones.
Your thighs feel sooo warm and tight and smooth as those gentle hands squeeze
them and mold them into nearly perfect cones.
You feel deliciously hot and aroused as those hands come to your buttocks, which
become tight plastic ball-curves at their touch, so smooth, so tight.
You feel deliciously hot and aroused as those hands come to your buttocks, which
become tight plastic ball-curves at their touch, so smooth, so tight.
It makes you incredibly horny to feel your asshole become so clean and tight
and smooth and round, more of a mounting hole for a pole than
anything else.
It makes you incredibly horny to feel your asshole become so clean and tight
and small and round, more of a mounting hole for a pole than
anything else.
And now you feel your skin become slick and tight and bare up front, feeling
swollen even as your pussy lips pull more and more tightly inward,
further and further inward.
And now you feel your skin become slick and tight and bare up front, feeling
swollen even as your pussy lips pull more and more tightly inward,
further and further inward.
Your pubic hole feels so small and round and tight now, like another hole for
a mounting pole, although this one feels sooo hot, as if it were lined with
one big throbbing mass of clitoral tissue.... all covered neatly by a slender
crack in your skin up front, no larger than an infant's, and
several times as deliciously smooth and bare.
Your pubic hole feels so small and round and tight now, like another hole for
a mounting pole, although this one feels sooo hot, as if it were lined with
one big throbbing mass of clitoral tissue.... all covered neatly by a slender
crack in your skin up front, no larger than an infant's, and
several times as deliciously smooth and bare.
And now the tingling spreads upward, to your waist, where it becomes a crushing
pressure....
And now the tingling spreads upward, to your waist, where it becomes a crushing
pressure....
as the hands force your waist to become smaller and tighter and rounder, smaller
and tighter and rounder....
as the hands force your waist to become smaller and tighter and rounder, smaller
and tighter and rounder....
until finally your waist is a smooth, featureless, wasp-waisted cone.
until finally your waist is a smooth, featureless, wasp-waisted cone.
Your navel is totally gone now without a trace, and it is hard to breathe without
being able to feel any ribs.
Your navel is totally gone now without a trace, and it is hard to breathe without
being able to feel any ribs.
"Aww, poor baby, I'm sorry, I just wanted to make you the prettiest thing I
could imagine.... trust me baby, I'll make it up to you soon." the voice reassures
you.
And so it does....gliding up your stiffened plastic waist to harden your back
and shoulders, pushing your breasts out further...
And so it does....gliding up your stiffened plastic waist to harden your back
and shoulders, pushing your breasts out further....
only to pull out your breasts and mold them into smooth, tight hemispheres,
round and stiff and smooth and flawless.
only to pull out your breasts and mold them into smooth, tight hemispheres,
round and stiff and smooth and flawless.
The tingling feels like an electric shock as your nipples fade into the smooth
roundness of your new breasts, and then those breasts become as
sensitive as nipples themselves, all the way from the base outward.
The tingling feels like an electric shock as your nipples fade into the smooth
roundness of your new breasts, and then those breasts become as
sensitive as nipples themselves, all the way from the base outward.
You can no longer feel your collarbones as your breasts keep swelling outward,
smooth and tight and round like balloons.
You can no longer feel your collarbones as your breasts keep swelling outward,
smooth and tight and round like balloons.
As you struggle to breathe through all the tight tingling warmth that is hardening
you into plastic, the hands smoothly pose your arms up to your
sides, with the elbows bent at right angles....
As you struggle to breathe through all the tight tingling warmth that is hardening
you into plastic, the hands smoothly pose your arms up to your
sides, with the elbows bent at right angles.....
You feel your fingers pulled out and molded into round, slender tubes....and
your fingernails feel longer now, and painted.
You feel your fingers pulled out and molded into round slender tubes....and
your fingernails feel longer now, and painted.
Your perfectly posed arms also slowly become round tight slender tubes.
Your perfectly posed arms also slowly become round tight slender tubes.
And where your arms join your torso you now feel creases slowly form at your
major joints so you can be posed.... the tingling feels sooo intense in those
joints, as if the gliding of plastic on plastic would be just the thing to send
you shuddering into orgasm after orgasm....
And where your arms join your torso you now feel creases slowly form at your
major joints so you can be posed..... the tingling feels soo intense in those
joints, as if the gliding of plastic on plastic would be just the thing to send
you shuddering into orgasm after orgasm....
Now you feel those gentle hands glide up your neck forming it into a long slender
tube.
Now you feel those gentle hands glide up your neck forming it into a long slender
tube.
You can feel your head become lighter as your hair becomes fluffy and bright
and shiny and fake.
You can feel your head become lighter as your hair becomes fluffy and bright
and shiny and fake.
Your head becomes sooo smooth and shiny and round, as do your eyes.
Your head becomes sooo smooth and shiny and round, as do your eyes.
As your lashes become long and curly, and your eyebrows feel flatter and more
painted on, you feel seams form behind your eyelids, and now you feel your eyes
can only blink from fully open to fully closed, and back again, as your
eyes now pop open.
As
your lashes become long and curly, and your eyebrows feel flatter and more painted
on, you feel seams form behind your eyelids, and now you feel your eyes can
only blink from fully open to fully closed, and back again, as your eyes
now pop open.
You feel a tight, round lipped smile creep up on your face as your nose shrinks
down to a tiny little button.... you no longer feel any breath
coming out of your tiny cute little nose.
You feel a tight, round lipped smile creep up on your face as your nose shrinks
down to a tiny little button.... you no longer feel any breath
coming out of your tiny cute little nose.
Your mouth drops stiffly open, just slightly, as that tight little smile freezes
on your stiff, shiny plastic face.
Your mouth drops stiffly open, just slightly, as that tight little smile freezes
on your stiff, shiny plastic face.
"oooo, yes baby, Yes!" the voice breathes, purring in ecstacy, "You are
the perfect Dolly now, you are the most beautiful thing...."
"oooo, yes baby, Yes!" the voice breathes, purring in ecstacy, "You are
the perfect Dolly now, you are the most beautiful thing...."
And with that, he effortlessly stands you up without your even being aware of
it, and while you stand posed, he moves a full-length mirror around in front
of you.
And with that, he effortlessly stands you up without your even being aware of
it, and while you stand posed, he moves a full-length mirror around in front
of you.
Staring blankly back at you from the mirror is a vacantly smiling, bright-eyed
Barbie doll, smooth, shiny plastic all over, with an absurdly
tiny waist and round tight tits that are larger than her round shiny head.
Staring blankly back at you from the mirror is a vacantly smiling, bright-eyed
Barbie doll, smooth, shiny plastic all over, with an absurdly
tiny waist and round tight tits that are larger than her round shiny head.
As you stare blankly into the mirror, it becomes harder and harder for you to
think about anything at all, and the few thoughts that do drift
loosely around your hollow pretty head are about how smooth and shiny and pretty
you are.
As you stare blankly into the mirror, it becomes harder and harder for you to
think about anything at all, and the few thoughts that do drift
loosely around your hollow pretty head are about how smooth and shiny and pretty
you are.
You need someone to hold you and pose you and dress you up now, because you
are a Dolly now, and that is what people do when they play with Dollies.
You need someone to hold you and pose you and dress you up now, because you
are a Dolly now, and that is what people do when they play with Dollies.
You feel sooo smooth and tight and hott and bare in your plastic flesh.
You feel sooo smooth and tight and hott and bare in your plastic flesh.
You need your Master to do something with you, to play with you, to do anything
to you, anything at all.
You need your Master to do something with you, to play with you, to do anything
to you, anything at all.
You feel one strong safe arm wrap itself around your tight tiny tummy, while
his other hand cradles the back of your smooth plastic neck as he
plants a wet, soft kiss on your hard shiny lips. You want to kiss him
back but you can't move, you need to be told to move now, and so his warm lips
meet your stiff hard smile and do not give....
You feel one strong safe arm wrap itself around your tight tiny tummy, while
his other hand cradles the back of your smooth plastic neck as he
plants a wet, soft kiss on your hard shiny lips. You want to kiss him
back but you can't move, you need to be told to move now, and so his warm lips
meet your stiff hard smile and do not give....
He reaches up with one hand after the kiss and touches you gently on the forehead.
"I will let you speak soon, but first you need to be told how to speak." that
warm soft voice states.
"When Dollies speak, they only speak in their cutest little voices, so when
you speak or write, you will do so like the world's cutest four-year
old...."
"When you speak or write, you will giggle and smile after every WORD
you say or write."
"Your mouth and face are stiff, shiny plastic now, so when you say or write
a big word, you will break it up into cute little pieces, like the
stiff little toy you are now."
"And you are but a toy now, an object. You are a beautiful thing, but
a thing nonetheless. So when you talk or write about yourself, you will
use your name, not pronouns like "I" or "me"."
And the voice, which purrs seemingly from the back of your own hollow mind,
finishes, "You will follow these rules at all times as the Doll, but
the most IMPORTANT things you must remember are who and what you are."
"Your name is Barbie now. You will not be able to say or write any other.
No matter what you try to say your name is, only 'Barbie' will
come out."
"And you are a Dolly now. You will not be able to say or write any other.
No matter what you try to say you are, only 'Dolly' will come
out."
"Now you will remember how to speak like a Good Dolly....with practice."
You will say, over and over again:
"Barbie is a Dolly now. Barbie needs you to hold her and pose her and
dress her up and play with her forever and ever and ever...."
"Barbie is a Dolly now. Barbie needs you to hold her and pose her and
dress her up and play with her forever and ever and ever...."
You will say it over and over and over....
Because the more you say it, the more true it becomes.
Because the more you say it, the more true it becomes.
Because when you say it, you believe it with all your heart and soul.
Because when you say it, you believe it with all your heart and soul.
Because when you say it, it is all you can think about.
Because when you say it, it is all you can think about.
So you say it over and over and over again:
"Barbie is a Dolly now. Barbie needs you to hold her and pose her and
dress her up and play with her forever and ever and ever...."
Because any touch now feels sooo hott, so electric,
Because any touch now feels sooo hott, so electric,
and any movement feels sooo slick and plastic and stiff and horny,
and any movement feels sooo slick and plastic and stiff and horny,
that being held and played with is the best sex you have ever
known.
that being held and played with is the best sex you have ever
known.
Because the more horny you are, the more stiff and shiny and plastic you get.
The more stiff and shiny and plastic you get, the harder it is for you to move
and think.
And the harder it is for you to move and think, the more horny and aroused you
become.
"Stop speaking now, Barbie Dolly." The voice purrs.
"Stop speaking now, Barbie Dolly."
"Stop speaking now, Barbie Dolly."
"You NEED to remember what this feels like baby,
you have to remember what it means to be a Good Dolly.
You want to know what it feels like to become pretty and sexy and plastic again."
the voice reminds you.
"So whenever you see or hear the words:
pink cherry frosting ,
you will become plastic again,
you will become a Dolly again,
you will be Barbie again.
Remember the words:
pink cherry frosting ."
And then, off to one side, you hear a small clicking noise.
And then, off to one side, you hear a small clicking noise.
As two unseen, smooth, shiny plastic poles rise firmly up inside you,
As two unseen, smooth, shiny plastic poles rise firmly up inside you,
one pole goes tightly up into your round tight Dolly ass,
one pole goes tightly up into your round tight Dolly ass,
while the other one impales you on your smooth, tight Dolly Crease, and slowly
corkscrews its way into your round tight plastic pussy.
while the other one impales you on your smooth, tight Dolly Crease, and slowly
corkscrews its way into your round tight plastic pussy.
These poles swell and pulse and throb as they grind deeper and deeper into your
smooth plastic Dolly holes.
These poles swell and pulse and throb as they grind deeper and deeper into your
smooth plastic Dolly holes.
They keep going further and further and further up inside you, swelling and
becoming sooo hard and tight....
They keep going further and further and further up inside you, swelling and
becoming soooo hard and tight...
You are frozen, locked in place in both body and mind, as you are rocked
by the longest hottest hardest orgasms of your whole life.
You are frozen, locked in place in both body and mind, as you are rocked
by the longest hottest hardest orgasms of your whole life.
You are frozen in such perfect bliss that you totally forget how to move
or think altogether.
You are frozen in such perfect bliss that you totally forget how to move
or think altogether.
"You will remember this also, Barbie.... you will yearn for and dream
about this feeling as well, but you will remember what this feels like."
the voice assures you.
"Whenever you see or hear the words:
plastic perfect ,
you will be mounted on the unseen poles, and fucked by them,
you will be frozen into a state of perfect plastic bliss,
And you will remain in your candy-coated heaven for five solid minutes.
At the end of five solid minutes you will be able to move and speak
again, but you will NOT be able to think at all, about anything but
being a plastic plaything again, unable to move or think.
You will need to be frozen again, so you can be a perfect plaything
in perfect bliss....
You will remember the words:
plastic perfect ,
for they are your keys to paradise." the smooth voice finishes.
As you start to move and speak again, you start to twist and twitch in place,
making cute and random giggling and chirping noises.
As you start to move and speak again, you start to twist and twitch in place,
making cute and random giggling and chirping noises.
You are very much aware that the poles are still very much inside
you, very deeply inside you, and it feels sooo good. You can barely move
without sending yourself into squeaking, spastic orgasms....
You are very much aware that the poles are still very much inside
you, very deeply inside you, and it feels sooo good. You can barely move
without sending yourself into squeaking, spastic orgasms....
You.....just....can't....think an-y-more...you rea-lly are-a Dol-ly now.
You-just....can-not...think an-y-more....you real-ly are-a Dol-ly now.
You feel like a cute little pup-pet, can't move without Mas-ter tel-ling you-to.
You feel-like a cute lit-tle pup-pet, can-not move with-out Mas-ter tel-ling
you-to.....
Your mind is so em-pty....
your mind is so em-pty.....
you have no free will to resist an-y-thing an-y-more.
"You are my living toy now aren't you baby?" the voice asks you as he
reaches around your body from behind you and cups both of your tight round Dolly
titties in his hands, and you feel the tingling plastic press so hard
into his hands, it's ooooo, so smooth....
"You are my Living toy now aren't you baby?" he asks again, knowing full
well that a Good Dolly can't even think to say "Yes Mas-ter" without being told
to.....
You now need to be told what to do....
You now need to be told what to do....
You now need to be told what to say....
You now need to be told what to say....
You now need to be told what to think....
You now need to be told what to think....
"So, whenever you see or hear the words:
blank slate blonde ,
the very next thing you see or hear will be absolutely true for you.
And if it isn't, you will do anything it takes to make it so.
Whenever you see or hear the words:
blank slate blonde ,
You will do what you are told to do,
it will totally turn you on to do what you are told to do,
it will all seem like YOUR OWN IDEA,
and you will NOT be able to think of doing anything else BUT what you
are told to do.
Whenever you see or hear the words:
blank slate blonde ,
You will do as you are told, and believe in anything you are told,
until such time as you are told not to, by means of the words:
blank slate blonde .
You will have NO free will AT ALL to resist doing what you are told to do by
way of the words:
blank slate blonde
and you will eagerly and helplessly do whatever you are told to do, and
believe what you are told to believe."
Upon hearing this, you become serenely still and quiet, for now you have truly
become the Master's Dolly, living totally and completely for his voice
and firm, reassuring touch. He makes you come to life. He makes you whole, complete
and real. He makes you, period.
Upon hearing this, you become serenely still and quiet, for now you have truly
become the Master's Dolly, living totally and completely for his voice
and firm, reassuring touch. He makes you come to life. He makes you whole, complete
and real. He makes you, period.
And for the longest time, the Master simply holds you, murmuring soft, gentle
nothings breathed in your ears, in your mind, and caresses your
tight stiff pink plastic flesh....and you are transported to a whole world of
frictionless rapture.
Then you feel a gentle touch on the top of your head, and the beginning of a
warm, fluid sensation....your hair softens and starts to feel heavy and real
again.
You feel your face soften, as your eyes relax to a heavy-lidded place, and you
feel your mouth and lips soften, your jaw relax....
Seams fade as you feel a pulse in your neck again, and a voice inside your throat
again, instead of it just being projected from somewhere in your mouth...
Your shoulders slump as you feel your collarbones return, and your arms drop
to a more natural position at your sides.....
You flex your fingers as your hands drop and feel the blood flow returning to
each digit.
Your breathing becomes easy again as your breasts soften and return to a more
natural size, and as your ribs return to your perceptions.
A knot unties at your back as your tummy and waist and back all soften and feel
more like curved flesh and blood, and less like conical plastic.
Your navel returns as breathing becomes totally natural. You feel your butt
sink just a little as it returns to a more natural form, and as your
asshole resumes a more relaxed size and shape....
You feel the lumps and ridges of your labia and mons and clitoris return to
their real shapes and it feels good knowing that the hair growing there is soft
and neat.
You feel the muscles of your thighs warm up as they return, one by one, to their
normal shapes. Your knees bend slightly as they relax and take the load off....
Two other small knots untie at the backs of your calves as they soften, and
you slowly sink back to your flat feet...
And finally, you wriggle each individual toe free of its merged prison, and
it feels good to have soft, articulated feet again....
It feels good to be a person again.
It feels right to be a woman again.
You feel warm and safe and beautiful and alive again.
For now you are flesh and blood again, and it feels so soft, so good.
"You need to remember what this feels like." the voice intones.
"You know it feels good to be free and alive again baby,
so whenever you see or hear the words:
matte finish ,
you will become real again,
you will become a woman again,
you will become joyously alive and flesh and blood again,
on hearing or seeing the words:
matte finish ,
remember the words:
matte finish ."
"Now sit back, lean back..." the voice of the Master says as he lays you back
down on the table, laying you down in a simple resting position.
You are at rest now on a firm table covered in a soft, quilted cloth, laying
down, relaxed, adrift, without a care in the whole world, because
you are real again..... alive again....
You are relaxed now, at peace, adrift in a wonderful feeling of being alive.
You are relaxed now, at peace, adrift in a wonderful feeling of being alive.
You are relaxed now, at peace, adrift in a wonderful feeling of being alive.
You are at peace now, feeling wonderfully alive.
You are at peace now, feeling wonderfully alive.
You are at peace now, feeling wonderfully alive.
You love how this feels.
You love how this feels.
You love how relaxed and disconnected trance makes you feel.
You love how relaxed and disconnected trance makes you feel.
You are warm, soft, alive and have not a single care in the whole world.
You are warm, soft, alive and have NOT a single care in the whole world.
You need to feel this way again.
You want to feel this way more than anything else you've ever known.
You want to feel this way more than anything else you've ever known.
You will NOT be happy, or satisfied, until you have read
this story again.
You will NOT be happy, or satisfied, until you have read
this story again.
You will read this story again every night.
You NEED to read this story again every night.
It will satisfy you like nothing else can.
It will make you happy like nothing else can.
When you have read this story ten times,
you will make three copies of this story,
and you will send a copy to each of your three closest women friends.
When you have read this story twenty times,
each time you read it thereafter, you will slowly become more and more plastic
and mindless and pretty and doll-like.
And when you have read this story thirty times,
You will become the Barbie Dolly, and stay that way forever.
You will become ALL Dolly, ALL the time.
You will love being the Dolly so much, you will forget everything
about the person you were.
You will love your Master so much that you will seek him out, and look everywhere
for him, offline and online, so you can be his plastic playtoy forever and ever....
And you will be pretty and happy and loving and adoring of everyone you meet,
always and forever.
Now, after a brief nap, you find yourself rocking in the Master's arms as he
sings a wordless lullaby.....
You are in the elevator, going back down, down to your real life, your real
self, once again. Starting at the 100th floor, you get closer to
your true self in the real world with every tenth floor you hit:
100: You start to feel a sense of weight return to your limbs.
90: You feel the press of your clothes upon your flesh.
80: You feel your breathing slowly pick up speed, as you rock less and less.
70: You take more notice of all of the small noises in the background, and hear
the lullaby less and less.
60: You take more notice of the level of light in the room around you and it
seems less and less like an elevator.
50: You definitely take more notice of the fact that you are reading words on
a computer screen....
40: You remember that you were reading some weird story on an Archive on the
Web somewhere.
30: You feel a restlessness stir in your bones, an urge to get up and move around.
20: You begin to look around you as an awareness of your surroundings returns
to you.
10: You stir and start to fully return to your senses in your computer chair,
seated at your desk, as....
Ground Floor: You awaken, fully returned to the real world, calm, refreshed
and at peace with everything. You feel wonderful, vibrant and
alive, though you can't quite recall everything you just read.
"Huh? Oh, that was strange..." you mutter to yourself, "I must have fallen asleep
at the mouse, I hardly remember a thing about the story I
just read.....guess I'll have to read it again sometime when it isn't so late,
wow, look at the time...."
And with that, you get up from your chair, stretch for a bit, and when you get
back to your keyboard, it is to log out for the night and get some
rest.
FINIS