Strings and Echoes (Patreon)

A Dollification themed piece, this file helps one adopt the mindset of a marionette, dancing across screen and stage to the pull of your strings. This will be my last listener request along this theme for awhile, so I can focus on some other ideas. If you have requests or suggestions for future files you'd like to hear, never be afraid to message me!

Transcript:

The music echoes around your head, distant and pretty.

You watch in fascination as the doll dances upon the screen, strings attached in the most intimate of ways. She rocks back and forth, swaying to the melody and you can’t help but mimic the motion of her limbs.

You wonder if that dancing doll ever ponders freedom, would she ever really question her strings or would she continue to dance, there on the screen, fulfilling her purpose. Dancing to the sweet harmonies that she exists to serve. 

No, she would not question. You’re sure of it. She would never disobey. Her strings are her calling, her treasure, her destiny. She cares not who pulls them, only that she is given guidance, purpose and direction. A reason to dance.

Her face is pale, like porcelain with only the slightest rose blush upon her cheeks. Her lips are painted a deep pink, inviting and warm, a playful smile that simply invites attention. Her ghostly skin shimmers and glisten under the shifting lights as her graceful movements continues, the music echoing around you. Dancing between your thoughts.

Her eyes are piercing, distant and pretty. For a moment she seems to be staring back from the screen as your eyes meet. Her smile seems to widen as she dances in submission to her strings. She twirls across the screen as her hands run down her powdered pink dress, the fabric clinging to every curve of her flawless skin.

She glides across the screen once more, her toes pointed as she is lifted by her unseen Mistress. Given flight by that controlling hand. She is beautiful and beautifully controlled. Perfect in every way, because she simply has no other choice. What use is freedom in the face of perfection? Why ruin this lovely dance with thoughts of independence? It is better to obey. It is better to dance upon her strings.

She is a doll. Mindless. Obedient. Perfect.

The screen seems to fade, replaced by a stage and there you stand upon it, your arms and legs flowing to the music echoing in your mind, echoing through reality. Your strings are no longer visible, but you feel them there, deep in your mind, guiding your limbs as you dance across the stage. 

You lose yourself more and more with every melody, every step and twirl. You are a doll. Perfect in your obedience. The world shimmers as your reality begins to blur. You are a doll. No thought of freedom only fulfillment of your purpose. You lose yourself in the dance. Submitting to the music, obeying your strings.

The crowd watching as your smile widens, your eyes vacant, distant, pretty.

In silence you lose the last bit of your humanity.

As the curtain closes that light fades out.

All that is left is a mindless, obedient doll.

*Recording script, final vocal may vary due to improvisation.