Your own voodoo doll (Patreon exclusive story)

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You just got a call from one of your friends, Mia, who’s asking for your help in a little pet project of hers. She would tell you the specifics, but asked for you to come over to her place right away because she needs you in particular. You’d never turn down the call for help from a friend, especially not Mia, who’s shown you nothing but kindness. You can’t help but wonder what she needs help with. Guess you’ll find out when you get there.

You arrive at her home and knock on her door. It opens and you see Mia wearing a black witch’s outfit. “Hey, you're here!” she exclaims joyfully. You get flustered a little as the outfit doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination. Keep it together, you think to yourself. “I'm glad you were able to come. Come on in, I’ll explain more once we get inside.” You step inside and notice a little doll on the table surrounded by candles. “So as you may have noticed, I’m trying to do a bit of magic. In order for the spell to work, I need the hair of someone close to me. So I wanted to know if you wanted to help me, sorry I didn’t tell you this over the phone. It would’ve sounded weird if you hadn’t seen what I was doing and I was afraid you’d say no straight up.”

You ask Mia what sort of spell she’s trying to cast. “It’s a spell that will allow me to communicate with someone without the need of a phone. Sounds cool, huh?” You have to admit, it does sound intriguing. And Mia has helped you whenever you’ve asked for her assistance. You guess it’s time to return the favor. You tell her you’re willing to help and that she can take your hair. “Thank you so much! I knew I could count on you! Just hold still real quick.”

She plucks one of the hairs off your head, it stings a little but you’re willing to endure it for her. She picks up a wand and places the hair on top of the doll and starts muttering something. “Llac ym raeh nam siht ekam. Llod eht lortnoc, riah elttil.”. Suddenly you feel a little dizzy. Your eyes stare blankly at the doll, unable to look away. Her voice echos through your mind, it’s getting hard to think. “SLEEP. PUPPET. RELAX.” Mia’s voice is all you hear. It’s so soothing, so relaxing. There is a tightness surrounding your torso, as if someone was holding you. You don’t know why you feel like this, but it does feel nice. “Good boy. Relax for me. Let go of all your muscles. You don’t need them now. Just let them drop and relax.” You fall to the couch, limpless like the doll. You notice Mia is standing over you still reciting that strange incantation. But her voice is in your mind. How can this be?

“You are now my puppet. My doll. You will follow everything I do to this doll. Every touch you will feel. Every ounce of pressure.” You see her press her finger between the legs of the doll and start to rub. Suddenly, you feel something touch your crotch, rubbing against you. Normally this would freak you out, but this excites you and makes you want more.

“Good boy. You can already feel the connection. Let the spell do its work. Become my doll. Obedient. To my every whim."

Part of you doesn’t want the feeling to end. But it does. The dizziness fades and so too does the tightness. “Alright that’s all I need from you for now. You hear Mia giggle as your awareness returns, “Thanks again for helping. I’ll let you know when the spell works and I’ll show you, okay?” You get up confused of what you felt and you tell her it was no trouble at all. “Good boy. Now I’m sure you were confused about what happened. Don’t worry you won’t have to stress over something you don’t remember, right?” Mia snaps her fingers, “DOWN. DOWN. DOWN. You will remember you helped me but you won’t remember what you did. It’s okay, I’ll have you remember later. Now, AWAKE. Thanks again for the help. See you next time!”

It’s been weeks since you last helped Mia and not a day has gone by where you haven’t thought of what you felt. Mind going numb, forgetting why you were there, and what you were there to help her with. You remember seeing Mia holding doll and feeling exactly where she was holding it. But that couldn’t be, right? No, that couldn’t be it. Magic dolls like that only exist in stories. Voodoo isn’t real. Is it?

Suddenly you feel dizzy. Something is rubbing your forehead like you are being given a massage but there’s nothing there. Normally this would be concerning, but it feels so good you can’t help but relax. Your arms go limp like a doll and your mind goes blank. You even feel like drooling a little.

You here a voice in your ear accompanied by the sound of snapping fingers. “DOWN DOWN DOWN. Good boy. Relax for me. Deeper and deeper.” It’s Mia’s voice, but where is she? “It feels good to relax for me doesn’t it? How do you feel?” …Relaxed… and obedient…. And obedient? Where did that come from? You don’t think too hard about it as something in your mind tells you that you shouldn’t be thinking at all, it feels right to you. “Good boy. Now, come to me.” …Yes Mistress… You feel your body moving on it’s own. Where is it going? Normally, you’d find all this a bit strange, but the feeling of obeying Mia is too good to resist. You must obey.

After a little into your walk you start to notice the area, this is where Mia lives. You knock on the door and here Mia’s voice, “It’s open.” You open the door and see Mia sitting on the couch with the doll between her feet, but there’s something on the doll that wasn’t there before. A picture of your face on the doll’s head. “Close the door and lock it, I don’t want any interruptions,” she commands. …Yes, mistress… close the door… and lock it…. You swiftly obey her and close the door, locking it behind you. She gestures you to come to her and to kneel with her finger, you do exactly as you are told. “As you can see, the spell worked perfectly; I told you to come to me and you did. Why am I entranced, you may have asked before coming. Well, remember all those times I asked for your help with whatever I was having trouble with?” You suddenly feel a flood of memories of the times you helped her return to your mind, along with words that you know you must obey. But how? How could you forget these memories?

“As a way to say thank you, I wanted to help you relax. Your day job isn’t exactly sipping coconuts on a hammock in the Bahamas. I hypnotized you and implanted triggers that would make you relax. With a little something extra. SLAVE.” A wave of pleasure rushes through your body, it feels so good. “You see where this doll is? This is your place, at my FEET. Ready to worship me at all times like a goddess. Tell me, are you ready to serve?” Without hesitation you say, …Yes, Goddess Mia… “Good boy. Undress yourself. My slaves are not allowed to be clothed.” You begin to undress completely, you don’t know why, but obeying her feels so good. “DOWN. FEET. SLAVE. From now on, you are my footslave. You will serve me and tend to my feet everyday. You will massage them when I want them massaged, wash them when I bathe, and you will orgasm to nothing until I tell you to, do you understand?” Her words are your truth, they make your reality and you are a slave to her feet. …Yes, Goddess Mia… I am your obedient foot slave… “Good boy.” She picks up the doll and holds the arms out, you feel your arms do the same. “Now massage my feet slave, and I might let you kiss them if you do a good enough job.”