Ted's Dolls 38: Doll

If you haven't read any of the prior Ted's Dolls stories, you should start with Ted's Dolls 1: Jane before reading this one. I highly recommend rereading Ted’s Dolls 37: Emily 8 before reading this chapter if you haven’t read it recently. This chapter follows directly from the events in that episode.

After restoring Rob, Earl, and Burke, Emily carried Richard back to his room. She wanted to experiment. She sat him down in his desk chair and then crawled under his desk. She settled his feet on her chest and transformed herself into a doll.

Doll knew what Emily wanted Doll to do and did so. Doll transformed Owner back to Human. Owner almost immediately massaged Doll’s boobs with his feet. Doll used some of the techniques taught to Emily by Former Owner Ted to stave off bliss. Doll enjoyed the pleasure of the foot massage even more without blissing.

Doll wasn’t expecting Owner to say anything when he said, “I’m going to bed. Join me when you are able.” He got up and went into the bathroom.

Doll did not want to turn back into Emily. Doll also didn’t want to miss out on sleeping in bed with Owner. Doll came up with a solution.

Doll transformed.

“Did you start your transformation before I told you I was going to sleep?” Richard said as her warm naked body snuggled up beside him.

“No, O– Richard. D– I heard you.”

“Your transformation time is under two minutes already.”

“Something like that.” As he fell asleep, Living Doll was impressed with self. Living Doll didn’t need Emily.

* * *

“Owner?”

Richard heard Emily through the fog of sleep and was intrigued. “Yes, Doll?”

Living Doll was excited. “Your Doll needs you.”

“Needs me how?”

“Doll needs to be fucked properly.”

“Not an improper fucking?”

“No. Owner would not do that to Doll.”

Richard sat up. “Doll is looking rather active. Are you sure you’re my Doll?”

Doll flopped down on the bed like a marionettes whose strings were cut. Doll didn’t answer.

“I am feeling a bit frisky. Guess I should use my Doll to do something about that.” He turned Emily over onto her back and bent her in half. Without a word he fucked his Doll. When he was done, he just left it in a heap and went into the bathroom.

Doll was so happy. Doll got up and saw Emily’s clothes. Living Doll must wear clothes, it thought. Doll put on the clothes and knocked on the door to the bathroom. “O- I’m heading back to my room.”

“See you later.”

As Living Doll walked to Emily’s room, it wondered what it should do. It knew Emily usually showered in the morning so it planned to do that when it got there.

It managed to remember to remove the clothes before showering. Living Doll wasn’t sure if its skin was human or doll skin. Its skin was in between.

After showering, Living Doll got dressed. It didn’t think it needed a bra as its breasts were not as affected by external forces as Emily’s were. Doll enjoyed the pleasure of getting dressed more than it expected. Emily would go to her class now. Doll was not sure what to expect there. When it arrived, Doll realized it had no idea what going to class was and relinquished control.

Emily was standing at the front of her English class. Several people were looking at her. Not much time passed for the transition, if at all. From the point of view of the people looking at her, she just walked in and stopped. She was very confused as her body felt funny and she wasn’t sure why.

“What did you do, Doll?” she thought.

“Owner and Doll had sex. Didn’t you notice?”

“I did. I meant how did you take control?”

“Why should you be in control all the time?”

“I’m the human.”

“And Doll is Doll. Is your answer speciesist? Humans are better than dolls?”

“Am I arguing with myself?”

“Ultimately, yes.”

Emily wasn’t sure what to say. “We’ll talk about this later when I don’t have to pay attention to class.”

“Okay.”

* * *

As lunch time arrived, Emily was not hungry or thirsty. She had no need for a bathroom. When she looked at her skin it looked like human skin. But when she touched it, it didn’t react like skin. It reacted like a doll’s skin does. How was she moving around and a doll at the same time? Was this the kind of magic she was meant to do instead of Ted’s magic? How long could she stay like this?

In the afternoon, she went to Richard’s room. He wasn’t there yet. Usually when this happened she would lay under his desk and turn herself into a doll. How would a tit rub feel if she could move? She removed her clothes and crawled under his desk. She lay there.

“You will get bored,” Doll said in her mind.

“No, I won’t.”

“May I make a suggestion?”

“Could I stop you?”

“No.” Doll laughed. “You are a living doll. That means you are able to move. It also means you are a doll. You can choose not to move.”

“How do I…?” Emily felt the change. She was no longer able to move. She had turned that part of her off.

“How do you know all this?”

“How do you not?”

“That’s part of the problem, Doll. You’re me. I’m you. Yet, you know things about my magic that I don’t.”

“And you know things about being human that I don’t. Seems fair.”

Time passed.

“How do I turn back to Living Doll or Human?”

“I could show you. Relinquish control.”

“Okay. I trust you.”

Doll lay under the desk.

“Show me.”

“After the tit rub. Doll loves tit rubs.”

“So do I but you said your would show me how to transform.”

“And Doll will. After the tit rub.”

“Fine. It’s not like I wasn’t going to just lay here anyway.”

“Exactly.”

Time passed.

Owner returned to the room. “This is a habit I can really get use to, Em.” He went to the bathroom and returned without his shoes and socks. He sat down and did some homework as the bottoms of his feet rubbed the doll’s breasts.

Doll cast the spell to become a Living Doll. When Owner was paying close attention to his computer, Doll caught Owner’s foot with its hand and pulled Owner’s toes into its mouth.

“This is new,” Owner said. He sat back so he could look down at Doll. “When did you transform?”

“A moment ago, does Owner want Owner’s toes sucked?”

“Your transformation times are that fast now?”

Doll nodded with several toes in its mouth.

“You referred to me as Owner this morning. I could get use to such role play.”

“Command your Doll.”

“Suck my toes until I say stop, Doll.”

Doll nodded and spent some time sucking each toe. Owner was staring at the ceiling, enjoying the attention.

“Great,” Emily thought. “He thinks I’m acting.”

“Doll is you. You would suck Owner’s toes, too.”

“I would.”

“Then you would be acting, too.”

“I can’t argue with myself.”

“Yet you do.”

“When will you give back control?”

“When Owner commands it.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Because Doll will get him to do so. Patience. You have a lot to learn about being Doll.”

“I suppose I do.”

After a while, Owner said, “That’s enough. Don’t think I’ve ever had my toes sucked for forty minutes before.”

“Owner just had to command it.”

“Is that so? Stop calling me Owner. Call me Richard.”

“As Richard commands.”

“How did you make my name sound exactly like you said Owner.”

Doll did not reply.

“In any case, we need to get ready for the game tonight. So no more doll stuff. Be Emily. Owner commands it.”

“As you wish, Richard,” Doll said. Doll got up and sat in his lap. “One last command though, tell me that I have to be your doll when we’re alone in your room or my room. And as a doll, I can’t ask you to change that.”

“I command it.”

Doll kissed him and relinquished control. Emily enjoyed the kiss.

He ended the kiss and said, “Get dressed. We don’t want to be late. And we still have to get your cloak and stuff from your room.”

Emily felt his words – Get dressed – were a command and felt compelled to obey. Silently she got dressed.

“Why did you make me obedient to him?” She thought.

“Doll obeys him. Why shouldn’t you?”

“I’m not a doll.”

“You are Doll. I am Doll. Doll is us. Admit it to yourself.”

“Are you okay,” Richard said. “You seem to be deep in thought.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Good. Clear your thoughts. We’re just Princess Mylya and Sir Lyle Wentworth tonight. Let’s go to your room for your stuff.” He had a bag containing his knight costume.

“I must get dressed. It’s too bad my ladies in waiting aren’t around.”

“That’s the spirit.”

* * *

“Emily really threw herself into being the Princess tonight,” Earl said after the game ended. He was washing stuff in the kitchen as Rhana got ready for bed.

“It was refreshing. It’s amazing how quickly she’s become an expert role player.”

“I thought it was a little too much at times.”

“She’ll learn to balance it better over time.”

“I suppose.”

Earl joined Rhana in bed.

“I miss the game leading to a sex scene in bed.”

“Me too. But I also like playing the game with a small group of players. Sunday night’s game has gotten a bit unwieldy.”

“We do have the six weeks of Winter break to do some side quests with Lady Elswood.”

“Perhaps.”

“Earlier, while you were in the bathroom, Emily said she had a surprise for me if I was still interested in being a doll over winter break.”

“When did you talk to her about that?”

“Oh. I mentioned it to her after the girls finished planning for poker night during lunch on Tuesday.”

“I can’t believe you said anything after she told you about Jane.”

“She seemed okay. And by the time that occurred to me I’d already asked.”

“How convenient.”

“Don’t be like that.”

“Don’t be like you were.”

“You’re right.”

“But it seems okay now.”

“Lucky for you.”

“If I’ve been a bad girl, you’ll have to do something about it.”

“Yes. I should just go to sleep and leave you hanging.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I said, ‘I should.’”

* * *

In the morning, Emily woke up in charge of herself. Normally she would go to the bathroom and slip out to go back to her room. But she had no reason to do either of those things. She had no classes this Friday. And there wasn’t any point to sitting in her room alone. She thought about giving Richard a wake up blowjob. But a doll doesn’t do things without being told.

“You’re warming up to be Doll like Doll is.”

“Perhaps.”

“Maybe if Owner commanded it, you would enjoy it more.”

“If he commanded me to enjoy it, of course I’d enjoy it.”

“No, if he command Doll to be Doll all the time, Doll would enjoy being Doll all the time.”

“I almost followed that. You mean if I was Doll.”

“You are Doll. Doll is Doll.”

“If I embraced dollhood, I’d think like Doll.”

“You already do. You’re just stubborn. You are Doll.”

“So what would the command be?”

Richard woke up alone in bed. Emily was sitting at his desk. “Are you awake? I want you to read something.”

“Okay.” Bleary eyed, Richard sat up and stood behind the desk chair she sat in. She pulled his arms down onto her chest held his hands against her body. “What is this?”

“Doll is enjoying Owner’s rules. Doll thought rules could be better. So, if Owner likes these rules. And he commands it, Doll would obey these rules.”

“Emily…”

“Call me Doll, Owner.”

“I commanded you to call me Richard last night.”

“Doll is wrong, Richard. But Doll prefers Owner.”

“Fine, you can call me Owner when we’re alone.”

“Thank you, Owner. What about these rules?”

“They seem a bit extreme, Emily.”

“Doll.”

He continued to read the rules. “Why?”

“It would be fun. We both love role play. That’s all this is.”

“Okay. As long as you’re also Emily.”

“Doll is Doll and Doll is Emily.”

“So, if I command this, you’ll spend the day while I’m not here basically like a statue.”

“Doll will faithfully wait for Owner’s return in the exact place Owner left Doll. Does this not make Owner feel powerful? Owner could snap fingers and give a command and Doll would be powerless to resist.”

“Role play?”

“Of course, Richard.”

“Okay, I order Doll to obey these instructions.”

“Yes, Owner.”

“Are you going to breakfast?”

“If Owner orders it.”

“I can’t order breakfast, we have to go get it.”

“Owner is very witty.”

“Oh, that was funny. You could have laughed.”

Doll laughed, a tittering giggle.

“Now you’re patronizing me. Fine. No more speaking. Just stand over there looking out the window and don’t move until I tell you to.”

Doll smiled and did as Doll was told.

Owner got dressed and left the room.

“Why did you get Owner mad?” Emily thought.

“Doll? You didn’t laugh. You could have taken charge.”

“It was only a little funny.”

“You would know better than Doll.”

“We can’t move.”

“Of course not. Owner told Doll to stand here.”

“Look, there is Owner walking out of the dorm.”

“Owner looked back at Doll.”

“Owner loves Doll.”

“No, Owner owns Doll. Doll is a thing to Owner.”

“Owner is not like that.”

“Owner will be.”

“What does Doll mean?”

“Doll will make Owner treat Doll like a thing.”

“Why would Doll do that?”

“Why would Emily serve chattel?”

“What!?”

“Doll heard Doll. Why would Emily serve chattel?”

“Get out of Doll’s head?”

“Who’s head?”

“Doll’s. Doll’s? Doll’s. Doll!”

“Is Doll trying to say Emily?”

“Doll. Doll. Why can Doll say it but Doll can’t?”

“Because you are Doll. Doll is you. And I’m not Doll.” The last words thought dropped in pitch. They sounded as if said by the man in Doll’s thoughts. The man’s voice Doll believed belonged to the man who kidnapped Jane. This voice laughed. And laughed.

“No, Doll is not Doll. Doll is Doll. Doll means Doll is Doll. Doll! Doll!!”

The man’s voice paused its laughter. “Do you mean Amelia?”

“Yes. Doll. No. Wait, that’s not right.”

“No? How about Amy?”

“Yes. No. Doll is...”

“Esmerelda? Tabitha? Janet?” Laughter followed each name.

“No. No. No. Doll not know. Doll is… Doll is… Doll! Fuck!”

Laughter sang throughout Doll’s mind. Doll stood there, a smile frozen on its face, immobile, impotent, and nameless.