Chapter 13 Advanced Dollification
The alphas had been building toward this for weeks.
They decided it was time to push Riley into advanced dollification with extended sessions that incorporated heavy sensory deprivation and deeper levels of objectification.
One Friday evening, they prepared the master bedroom carefully, dimming the lights and gathering all the tools they would need for a long, intense night.
“Tonight we’re taking you much deeper,” Damien told him as they began. “You will stay in full doll mode for several hours. No speaking. No independent movement. You exist only as our object.”
They started by dressing him in the most delicate, restrictive lingerie yet — a sheer bodysuit that hugged every curve of his body.
Then came the sensory deprivation elements.
A thick blindfold that blocked out all light.
Noise-canceling headphones playing low, droning ambient sounds.
Soft but effective restraints on his wrists and ankles that limited his movement while keeping him comfortable.
Riley was positioned in the center of the large bed for the first extended session.
They arranged his body in various elaborate poses, adjusting him like a life-sized doll.
The heavy sensory deprivation made every touch feel magnified.
He could only rely on feeling their hands, hearing their muffled voices through the headphones, and obeying their commands.
The objectification was complete. They spoke about him as if he wasn’t there, commenting on how beautiful their doll looked, how well he held his poses, how perfectly he accepted being used.
They moved him from position to position — spread out on his back, on all fours, kneeling, standing against the wall — always correcting and adjusting him with firm, possessive hands.
Hours passed in this deep, extended state.
Riley’s mind grew wonderfully empty. The sensory deprivation combined with the long poses and constant objectification pushed him into a profound headspace he had never reached before.
There were no thoughts. No anxiety. Just the pure, blissful feeling of being completely owned and used as their living doll.
The alphas took turns and worked together, using him thoroughly while maintaining the strict doll rules.
Every touch, every thrust, every whispered comment about their “perfect object” deepened his surrender.
Riley floated in that beautiful, mindless space for what felt like an eternity, lost completely in his role.
This advanced dollification session marked a significant milestone in his training. He had never felt so thoroughly objectified, so completely surrendered, and so profoundly at peace.
The extended session had been going for hours.
Riley had lost all sense of time. The heavy blindfold kept him in complete darkness.
The noise-canceling headphones created a cocoon of low, droning sound that blocked out the world.
His wrists and ankles were lightly restrained, and his body had been arranged and rearranged into countless poses by the three alphas.
At some point during the long night, something shifted inside him.
His mind, which had always been so busy and anxious, finally went completely blank.
It wasn’t just quiet. It was profoundly empty. Peaceful. Blissful. There were no racing thoughts. No worries about work or the future. No self-doubt. Just the pure, intoxicating feeling of being nothing but their doll.
He existed only in sensation and obedience.
The alphas continued using him, moving his body, touching him, claiming him.
Riley remained perfectly passive, his body yielding completely while his mind floated in that deep, mindless space.
Every thrust, every adjustment, every whispered comment about their “perfect, empty doll” only pushed him deeper.
He had never felt anything like this before. It was transcendence. Complete surrender. The ultimate expression of what he had always craved — to be stripped of everything except his purpose as their object.
The session continued for a long time. Riley lost himself completely in the profound doll space. His body was theirs to use. His mind was wonderfully, beautifully empty. He was exactly what they had trained him to be.
Their perfect, mindless doll.
When they finally brought him out of the extended session, removing the blindfold and restraints, Riley was floating. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, his body limp and trusting in their arms. The profound headspace lingered even as they cared for him, praising him softly and holding him close.
He had reached a level of surrender he had only dreamed about.
And he never wanted to leave it.