After several minutes, Freya stepped back to admire her handiwork. Haley, such as she was still Haley and not just a dolly, was now standing stock still, staring dead ahead into the mirror. The only external signs of life coming from her were occasional blinks and the glacially slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Freya could also sense the drift of her thoughts through the telepathic bond created by the spell. She allowed herself a small smile - she had done well on this one, she could tell. Or, rather, Haley’s cooperation had done them well. It was a pity that so few would listen to reason and just submit like she had, but there was nothing to be done about it. She leaned in towards the enthralled girl’s ear.

“Well, I suppose I should start playing with my new dolly, should I not?”

Mistress started to move Dolly’s body around, posing it for the two of them to view. Its arms were flexed, head tilted, face changed, legs shifted. It could also tell that Mistress was deliberately placing Her hands against certain parts of its body through its clothing - breasts, bottom, vulva - and sizing up its body in that way. She seemed to like what She was seeing - and feeling - as She proceeded to remove Dolly’s clothes. Blazer, vest, shirt, socks, skirt, bra, then panties - all were carefully peeled off. Soon, Dolly was seeing its naked form in the mirror. Despite the fact that it was ordered to be emotionless, it couldn’t help but feel a twinge of insecurity.

“Exquisite,” Mistress murmured.

Exquisite? Its body? Dolly knew it should never doubt Mistress’ word, but again, it couldn’t help a slight itch of insecurity.

The emotions were subtle, but they still registered through the mental connection. Meaning that without Freya’s guidance, they would be far stronger. She had meant what she said - Haley’s body was delectable, with small, pert breasts, a firm bottom, and delightful patches of peach fuzz across her armpits, vulva, and from there to her navel. Add that to her gorgeous face, and… well, Freya was very glad that this would be her first conquest at Lightward. She frowned. Such insecurity would not do. Although she had planned to merely enjoy these two tonight, and begin improving them tomorrow, immediate action needed to be taken. She pulled out the coin again, this time using her free hand to feel the doll’s breasts, and began to whisper new instructions.

Mistress was talking, and Dolly knew it had to pay attention, feeling the coin reshape its existence as it did so.

“Now, Dolly, you know I made you from Haley with magic, and that means I can change you. Right now, you are merely a mannequin - able to be posed and look pretty, but nothing more. And when I tell you to become a mannequin again, you shall change right back. But for now, I want you to feel your make-up changing. Changing from plastic and hollow, to metal, and filled with gears. A key installed on your back, turning forever unless I stop it. And a voice-box in your throat, to talk at my command. Turning into a clockwork servant for me.”

Dolly could feel it all: its outer casing changing substance, gears beginning to whir and click within.

“Good Dolly. And there is another thing. You are not Haley, but you are connected to her. So if I ask you questions about her, you will be able to answer them perfectly, with all the knowledge she would have. Is that understood?”

“Understood, Mistress.” Dolly spoke for the first time, voice high and sweet, yet completely devoid of emotion. Exactly as Mistress wanted.

“That is excellent.” It could still feel Her hands moving across its breasts, reshaping the metal as though it were still flesh. On a deep level, it knew its body was not metal, of course, that this belief was merely an effect of the ench… and the thought fled, as it was not Mistress’ will for Dolly to remember that.

The feeling of the metal being shaped was… “arousing” was the wrong word, as it could not feel that sensation. Not yet, Mistress had whispered to it. But something akin to it, perhaps - the knowledge that Mistress was enjoying its body, that She was holding back the pleasure this would ordinarily produce, providing its own kind of heightened feeling.

“So, Dolly. Haley appears to be dissatisfied with the appearance of her body - your body, as well. And that would appear to have transferred to you. Where does that come from?”

Dolly had to search Haley’s memories for a while, piecing together an answer - it was not something she had thought about. Eventually, though, it spoke.

“Haley’s friends told her that this body was undesirable. Her breasts are too small, her tummy is too big, she should not have hair across her form. And since she never had anyone express interest in her, she believed that. As does this one.”

“Are you sure they are her friends, if they are being this cruel about her appearance?”

“It is not sure, now that You raise the point, Mistress. But they are the only companions she has.”

“Oh, darling. Who has been saying such things?”

“Maria, primarily. A thought occurs, Mistress, if this one has Your permission to speak it.”

“Proceed.” Mistress moved one hand to Dolly’s tummy, caressing it lightly.

“Maria has also expressed interest in most of the boys Haley was interested in. She made her step back, so that she could have first pick… and after she had tried, they were never interested in Haley again. This one wonders if Maria was manipulating them, forcing them to say no.”

“And what of girls she was interested in? Or did I misinterpret her earlier, when she seemed to express attraction to me?”

“No, You did not. Maria… always told her they would never be interested, that she shouldn’t even bother. She… just believed her, this one realises.”

“Oh, you poor thing. Are those tears in your eyes? Those feelings must be deep, if they are coming through my spell. You can let it out; you have my permission.”

It was a strange feeling, crying with a clockwork body. Dolly’s sobs were jarring its frame, upsetting its workings, while the rest of its movements - turning towards Mistress, leaning into Her embrace - were carried out with complete precision. As it sobbed into Her shoulder, it felt something - Haley, still existing deep down in their shared psyche - was crying along with it, as Mistress stroked their hair and told them that it would be alright, that She would not allow that to happen to Haley again. And both of them knew that to be true.

As it straightened up, feeling itself regain control, emotions draining away once more, Mistress bent down to kiss it on the lips. It returned the kiss with decorum, allowing Mistress to take the lead. As She pulled away, She spoke again.

“There is one thing that I wish you to take away from this session - my dolly, and Haley; both of you. And that is that I find your body to be beautiful. No matter what Maria has told you, no matter what perceived flaws you find in it, I believe it to be perfect - the breasts, the “tummy”, the hair - everything. And I would wager that there are others as well, intimidated by Maria into not speaking up. But as for my part… I believe it is time for me to prove your desirability.” Her hand moved down to Dolly’s vulva, and She stroked it. As She did so, Dolly found its sexuality reawakening at Her touch, causing it to gasp. Mistress smiled at the response.

“I believe we should get you into bed.”

Freya did not, literally, get Haley into bed. Instead, she ordered her to move over next to it, and then bend over, hands bracing against the mattress. The enchanted girl moved completely smoothly, as though Freya actually had somehow replaced her muscles with gears. Freya moved with her and, once she was in position, began to caress her labia with one hand, and moved the other round to continue to fondle her breasts. This provoked a shudder once more, rippling across her dark skin. Despite herself, Freya smiled at this reaction, but decided that more discipline was in order.

“While I appreciate the confirmation of my ability, it is unnecessary. You will refrain from reacting to my touch for now, except to thank me verbally. You will not show any emotion in your thanks beyond words. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

And Freya began to thrust her hand inside the dolly, driving deeper on each stroke than the last. She squeezed properly on her breasts, feeling a light edge of welcomed pain reflected through their mental connection. She began to kiss and nibble at her subject’s face, exploring the taste and scent of her skin. It could be improved - she would have to order better soaps for Haley, she resolved, as she continued to use her helpless body. Haley was still staring straight forward, drool beginning to trickle from her lips. Then, however, she swallowed, and began talking.

“Thank you, Mistress. This feels so good. This one wants you to keep going. It wants to be used like the object it is. Keep going. Please.”

Deep within Haley’s mind, Freya could feel the suppressed emotions, and knew that she would be nearing orgasm.

“When you reach climax, dear, you may let the feelings out. Just make sure to keep your voice down.”

“Your fingers feel so good, Mistress. Your touch is incredible, You are making this one so horny, You- ohhhhh…”

Soon enough, Haley was moaning in pleasure, mechanically thrusting against Freya’s hand as her body climaxed. Her face remained set, looking forward dispassionately, as her body shuddered, sending streaks of ejaculate down her thighs.

Once she was satisfied her doll was finished, Freya ordered her to kneel and face her, grabbing a cloth to wipe her hand as she did so. Then she began to disrobe herself, putting on something of a show for Haley. And Maria, she supposed - although as the last of her clothes fell away, she heard a soft thud from behind her, and turned to see the blonde slumped over, a patch of drool beginning to form beneath one cheek. She would deal properly with her later, but first, Haley required more training.

Dolly gazed up at Mistress’ body in awe. Her breasts stood out from her frame, and Her vulva was already glistening. Clearly, Dolly had done well to please Her. She was mostly shaven, but kept a small, neat patch of pubic hair.

As if from a distance, Dolly heard a thud, and knew that Haley’s former tormentor must have fallen asleep. Mistress briefly turned to view her, then returned Her attention to Dolly, smiling down at it.

“Do you like the sight of my form, love?”

“Yes, Mistress. This one thinks it is perfect. It wishes to pleasure You, however it can, if that is Your wish.”

“I am pleased to hear it, and I must say, I believe your body is also perfect. I am sure we will explore all the ways you can pleasure me in time, but for now, I just wish for you to use your mouth between my legs. Do you have experience with cunnilingus?”
“This one does not, it is afraid.”

“Do not worry. My control shall guide your tongue to make sure you perform perfectly. Now, turn back to the bed.”

Dolly did so, and Mistress sat upon it, placing Her thighs either side of its head. At a nod from Mistress, it leaned forward and began to pleasure its Mistress for the first time.

Freya hit her climax soon enough, magic telling Haley exactly where to put her tongue. While some enjoyed the process of instruction, Freya had no time for anything less than perfection in her servants, and she was well practiced in obtaining it. While she wished to continue to use Haley later, for now, she had more work to do on Maria, and so, ordering Haley to stand next to her bedroom chair, produced her coin once more.

“I have a third form for you, dolly. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Mistress.”

“Very good. I want you to turn into a ragdoll for me. Metal turning to cloth, gears to fabric. Face becoming a permanent smile - not too wide, just enough to look pleasant. Everything turning soft and limp for me.”

Haley’s legs gave way and she slumped backwards, falling into the chair. The organic nature of her position was cute, but Freya knew she could do better. She began to move limbs around, shifting her doll’s body, until she was satisfied with the result: head leaning off one arm of the chair; one leg over the other arm to expose her vulva for the world to see; arms placed near breasts as though she was futilely attempting to be modest.

“That is lovely. I have to attend to Maria, but while you are waiting, I have a mantra for you as well. Repeat, in your mind: Your body is beautiful.”

This one’s body is beautiful.

“You deserve to be treated well.”

This one deserves to be treated well.

“You are precious to Mistress Freya.”

This one is precious to Mistress Freya.

“Good dolly. You accepted those quicker than I had anticipated. And you will just repeat them in your mind, such as it is, until both you and Haley can accept them.”

This one’s body is beautiful. It deserves to be treated well…

Freya smiled, and then turned to the blonde slumped on the floor. She would have to be somewhat harsher with her.