Doll house.

As she sips her tea she finds it to be very pleasant smelling as she looks out her window.

She passed the time sipping her tea, finding it harder to think as her body slowly felt heavier and heavier. Her mind becoming cloudy making it hard to think.

…

Eventually someone entered the house, she heard them but she didn’t move. “Hello, how are you feeling?” The man asked.

Abby didn’t respond at first, sitting there unmoving, her tea long since finished. “I feel confused.” She finally said.

“That’s ok I can do the thinking for you, a dolly isn’t supposed to think.”

“A Dolly?”

“Yes, you are now a dolly, your special tea has turned off parts of your brain, now you will obey everything you are told. From now on you will only respond to dolly.”

Dolly nods.

“Dolly stand up.”

She slowly gets to her feet. The man approaches her from behind, cupping her breasts. As his hands move over her tits, his cock pressing through his pants grinding against her ass.

“Dolly do you know what kind of doll you are?”

“No.” Dolly replies.

“You are a sex doll. Turn around and twirl for me.”

Dolly okayed the man twirling I. Her dress for him.

“Good doll, now go lay on your bed and lift up your dress.”

Dolly did as commanded. Her muddied brain trying to wake up but to no avail.

“Dolly are you trying to think.”

“Yes.” She says.

“Every time your brain tries to think I want you to tell yourself that you are a sex doll, being a sex doll makes you happy.”

“Yes master.” She heard her owner take off his clothes, felt him lining up. “Dolly is a sex doll, being a sex doll makes me happy.” She started repeating in her mind as it screamed something was wrong. But it was drowned out by her mantra as her owner slid his cock in her. Using his new toy.