Welcome to the Halloween Blog train! We’re traveling through a haunted museum, and this is the Victorian Doll exhibit. I’m sure that after Mistress Willow’s Curse of the Chastity Witch, you’re ready for something nice and soothing, and simple. Surely a room of antique dolls will be restful! The lights are low, with tasteful spotlights here and there, letting the dolls and their accessories, with plaques explaining the importance and significance of each exhibit, seem to shine and glow in the darkness.

The first exhibit catches your eye…

Dolls throughout time have been imbued with special meaning and significance. In ancient times, dolls were seen as living things themselves, imbued with a spirit representative of the image they presented. The first dolls were images of goddesses, then gods, and important people in various communities. One could pray to a doll, using it as a kind of idol. To this very day, many a young person is perfectly aware that their dolls are alive, and will treat them as if they had needs and desires just as any person does. Victorian dolls often represented Princesses and Princes, important personages in the royalty of the nations, as well as provided a template for fashion and couture.

But soon, another exhibit seems to capture your attention.

Sitting alone in glorious splendor, lit by a spotlight and seeming to radiate a marvelous warm glow, is a Victorian Doll. Ball jointed, with glorious auburn red curls and sparkling eyes, in a ruffled dress with all sorts of bows and ribbons, the Doll seems to be looking right at you. A small smirk quirks her lips, and her eyes swirl with suppressed amusement. You can’t help yourself, drawn closer and closer to the Doll’s display, almost as though you were in thrall to your instincts. The plaque at the feet of the Victorian Doll says:

This doll, circa 1860, comes to the collection through a strange set of circumstances. Rumored to be haunted by the spirit of a Witch who escaped the Witch Trials by hiding in a doll, this doll is an excellent example of the Victorian sensibilities. Porcelain ball jointed, with real human hair and hand sewn garments, down to the tiniest of details in the undergarments, this is a pristine example of the workmanship of the period.

As you lean in to examine the Doll more closely, you realize the hand is held palm up, one finger gently crooked in a ‘Come Hither’ motion. Caught, you lean forward, coming closer and closer, and more of the detail in the Doll comes clear. She holds a tiny purse, with crystal seed beads catching the light. Her lips are ruby red, and her eyes… her eyes swirl in the lights, pulling your mind and attention towards her. You can’t look away.

The Victorian Doll!

As if in a dream, you hear her voice, speaking to you. The eyes swirl, around and around, capturing your mind and spirit, and her voice, her ethereal voice! It echoes in your mind. “Come closer, yes, that’s right, you can hear me, can’t you? I need your help! I’ve been trapped here for so long! An evil Witch tricked me into a trap, and transformed me into a Doll for her to play with! Please, oh, please, won’t you help me? I need you to help me escape from this terrible trap, set me free and I’ll do anything you want! Please…”

A pleasant buzz begins to overwhelm you, from the back of your skull, radiating through your entire body.

“Yes, yes, I hear you, and I’ll save you! What do I need to do, to set you free?!” The eyes of the Doll wink at you, and the lips curve in an inviting smile as she answers you. “Take my hand, and give me a kiss, and with that, I will be free forevermore!”

The Doll’s eyes swirl, drawing you closer, and closer still, until you gently, softly, inevitably, take her hand and bestow a kiss on her ruby red lips. As you do so, vertigo strikes you, drawing you into a swooping swoon. As darkness descends on your mind, you hear soft laugher, and her voice “Thank you, sweet one. Now rest up, we have a lot to do!”

When you awaken, it’s as though the world has become strangely larger, and distant.

Your body feels strange, stiff and alien, and the perspective from which you view the world is distorted. A beautiful woman steps into your eyeline, and smiles at you. “There you are, my darling doll! You’ve set me free from the binding that held me for so long! You have my thanks, and of course, now my ownership over you.” She holds up a mirror, so you can see what happened to yourself. Aghast, you realize that you’ve been tricked! Now you are a Victorian Doll! A silent scream shapes your lips, and your eyes roll in their sockets, as your limbs tremble in their ball joints!

Her hand reaches down for you, and grasps your waist. She lifts you into her arms with a rustle of your pretty petticoats and lovely dress. Smoothing your hair back, she whispers in your ear: “Now, now, no need to be so emotional, dolly dear. You’ll soon grow to love being my plaything and toy! Come along with me, and we’ll have so much fun together. Perhaps, after I’ve grown tired of you, I’ll let you go again, won’t that be fun to look forward to?”

With a swirl of heavy Victorian skirts, she carries you out of the museum, and into your new life.

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Your October Mistress of the Month, and Strange Transformation Mistress, Harper