Chapter 5 Doll Training Begins
Basic Sessions
Over the following days, we settled into a new rhythm in the apartment.
The guys and I had several open conversations about how to explore my desires safely, and we agreed to start with short daily doll sessions in the evenings.
These would be simple at first, focused on basic poses and clear rules to help everyone feel comfortable.
The first rule was eye contact. During sessions, I was not to look at them unless specifically commanded.
My gaze stayed forward or slightly down, maintaining the feeling of being an object rather than an active participant.
It was a small rule, but it immediately deepened the experience for me.
Each evening after work, one or more of them would call me into the living room.
“Doll time, Alex,” Jake would say with a warm but firm tone.
I would step into position in the center of the room, standing straight with my arms at my sides and my expression neutral.
They started with basic poses—sometimes having me stand at attention, other times sit on a chair with my hands resting on my knees and my back straight.
The sessions lasted fifteen to twenty minutes at first, giving me time to settle into the headspace while they went about their normal activities around me.
The eye contact rule made everything feel more real.
Even when they spoke about me, I kept my eyes forward, absorbing their words without responding.
Marcus was especially good at giving precise instructions.
“Chin up slightly. Shoulders back. Hold it there.” His deep voice wrapped around me like a command I couldn’t resist. Jake kept things encouraging, occasionally praising me for holding a pose well.
Tyler added gentle reminders when my focus wavered.
In those quiet moments, my racing thoughts began to slow down.
There was no need to reply, no pressure to be interesting or funny. I simply existed as their doll.
One evening, they decided to add a simple dressing element.
Jake brought out a plain white t-shirt and soft shorts from my room.
“Let’s see how you look in these,” he said.
They had me change in front of them, then redressed me carefully, smoothing the fabric over my skin.
The simple clothing made me feel more presented, more intentional.
They stepped back to observe me, discussing how the outfit looked from different angles while I remained perfectly still.
The sensation of being dressed and inspected sent waves of surrender through me.
My skin tingled where their fingers had brushed, and my mind grew wonderfully quiet.
Standing there in the simple clothes they had chosen, observed like a display piece, I felt a profound sense of release.
Every breath was deliberate and calm. The fabric against my body reminded me of my role.
I was theirs to position, theirs to look at, theirs to command.
The detailed sensations—the slight chill of the air on my arms, the warmth of their gazes, the steady rhythm of my own heartbeat—anchored me in the moment.
Surrender had never felt so complete or so peaceful.
These basic sessions were already changing how I moved through the apartment, making me crave the next moment when I could let go again.
Playful Elements
Tyler’s playful nature soon added a new layer to our sessions.
One evening, after the basic posing, he brought out a few simple props he had prepared—a soft blindfold, a lightweight scarf, and a small cushion.
“Let’s try something fun tonight,” he said with an excited grin.
“You’re still our doll, but I want to see how you handle a little variety.
” The others watched with interest as Tyler took the lead for this session.
He started with light commands. “Kneel on the cushion, Alex. Hands behind your back. Head straight.” His voice was teasing but carried clear authority.
I obeyed, feeling the soft cushion under my knees as I settled into the new position.
Tyler then introduced the blindfold, tying it gently over my eyes.
The world went dark, heightening every other sensation.
“Good doll,” he murmured. “Now stay perfectly still while we decide what to do with you.” The playful tone made the objectification feel exciting and lighthearted rather than heavy.
Without sight, I became even more aware of their movements around me.
Tyler ran the soft scarf along my arms, teasing my skin as he gave quiet orders to adjust my posture.
“Arch your back a little. Yes, like that.” Marcus joined in, his firmer hands correcting the angle of my shoulders.
Jake watched and occasionally gave encouraging comments.
The combination of Tyler’s playful commands and the simple props pulled me deeper into the doll headspace.
Time lost meaning. I was no longer thinking about my day or worrying about tomorrow.
I was simply their plaything, posed and blindfolded for their enjoyment.
The sensations built beautifully. The blindfold made every touch and command more intense.
Tyler’s light teasing touches contrasted with Marcus’s steady adjustments, creating a perfect balance.
I sank further into the stillness, my breathing slow and even, my mind blissfully empty except for the need to obey.
The playful elements made the experience feel safe and exploratory, allowing me to let go completely.
When the session ended, they removed the blindfold and helped me to my feet.
The aftercare was gentle and thorough. Jake wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and guided me to the couch.
Marcus brought me water and sat close, rubbing my back in slow circles.
Tyler praised me warmly. “You were such a good doll tonight. Took everything so well.” Their positive reinforcement filled me with warmth and security.
We talked softly about how the session felt, making sure I was okay emotionally and physically.
In their care, I felt valued, protected, and deeply satisfied.
The evening left me eager for more, knowing that this was only the beginning of how completely I could belong to them.
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