(if this puts you in a trance its probably unintentional, unless you wanted it to).

A doll.
porcelain.
awaiting a task.
it was always upset when instructions wern't given or wern't in good enough detail. It tried its best.
but with Miss, the instructions are always clear
precise
exact.
a voice smooth and creamy like honey, telling it
"Good dolls obey. That one is a good doll."
and with every repetition of the phrase and the praise attatched it would drip drip drip from its cute little cage. "Good dolls don't touch, it is a good doll" of course.
It knows its just so easy to lay in Her arms, Still and pretty, a beautiful clockwork maidenthing. Just so easy to stare into Her deep, pretty eyes, to just let those eyes swallow it whole until not a single thought remains and every limb is relaxed. Just so easy to listen and obey.

Good dolls obey. It is a good doll.

Over and over and over, little moans escaping the doll's lips, body twitching involuntarily, its leaky cage creating a small puddle of need, as a feedback loop set in, with Her smiling from above, watching the doll brainwash itself through eager repetition and obedience.

Such a good doll. Just so easy. To tell it to drop and listen. To repeat in its head the various things it was told to remember. Sometimes, when idle, it found itself writing them down repeatedly. Just so easy to listen and follow. To be a Good Doll. To Obey.

Good dolls obey. Good dolls get to feel very, very good.