We listen and we do not judge. Dollification. I don't believe in love at first sight. But seeing someone's eyes glazed over while I climb over them, both of us fully aware the other cannot lift a finger to stop me? Even knowing that they never would if they could? That just might come infuriatingly close sooner than I do at the sight alone. There's something so soft and serene about listless dependency and it makes for a beautiful grounds for artistic expression. For as long as I've harbored a warm fondness for the idea of helping people in a tangible (and clinical?) sense, I've always really deeply and emphatically loved the idea of swivel jointed parts, articulated limbs and removeable as well as re-attachable replacements or augmentations. There's a vulnerability in being willing to let another take you apart in a tangible sense. A willful helplessness. An unobstructed dependency. And frankly. I find this ridiculously attractive. Even outside of a strictly fetishistic or kink lens, the aesthetic goes unfuckwithably hard. You cannot fuck up or fuck with something so adorable and palpable in blamelessness as an ornate doll. Yet for personal reasons entirely unworthy of belaboring in even a single superfluous mention, I want to. There are so many different proliferations of what makes dolls satisfying beyond my own brainweirds. Cursed sentient dolls. Creepy caretaker's animated dummies. An extreme metaphorical extrapolation of latent psychosexual urge towards dormancy made manifest in full-body paralysis. The desire to feel and experience a sort of obedient sleep that wakes with neither stir nor compulsion. Stilted speech patterns and quiet lilts that suggest a trancelike state. I will never be too old for dolls. My dolls just aged with me. #NSFW #NSFWE #Dollification #BDSM #Dolls #BodyHorror #Living+doll #Loss+of+agency #Dubcon #SexToys #But+the+toys+are+people #Noncon #CNC
Quite literally, in my case. :3