Doll Wife: Part 4

Links to all the parts of the story:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Life at St. Werburgh’s Finishing School for Young Ladies was like a surreal nightmare for Emily. On that first day she had been taken to the room with the other dolls – or students which of course is what they were – and sat on a chair where she had stayed for hours, unable to move easily and instead just sweating profusely, breathing with great difficulty whilst all the while her pee circulated from her bladder to her bottom to her mouth and then back down to her bladder again. The only other activity was to watch the other dolls – who were all referred to as ‘Clarissa’ by the maid and Miss Parker – but they all had different numbers on their necklaces – and watch the clock tick by through her pinhole glass doll’s eyes. Then at five the maids entered and they all rose and trooped into the next room which was a large dining room. There they were all sat at a table with Miss Parker at the head. Everyone was served food, roast beef and vegetables which looked delicious, but of course only Miss Parker ate, for they had all already dined on quite different fayre. Then, after dinner they rose and returned to the sitting room for another hour, before being collected for bed at seven.

To reach her bedroom Emily had to climb two flights of stairs which was not easy in her ballet boots and rubber, not to mention the wide crinoline, but she got there with her maid’s help and found herself in a small box room with a trapeze. In the middle of the room she was then undressed back to her doll skin, shift and bloomers but that was all, and then was told to sit on the bed and the maid did something very strange and unexpected. She got a bowl and knelt at her charge’s feet and then fiddled around with her rubber skin under the ball of her foot. There was evidently some sort of opening or valve there and small holes in the latex body suit underneath for a flow of liquid was released into the bowl. “That’s nice and clean now isn’t it?” said the maid to her with a smile but Emily didn’t understand what she meant. But as she was repeating the process with the other foot, she realised; it was the sweat that had collected during the day; the maid was draining her costume! After this she was tucked into bed. However, her arms were then guided to the sides of the bed where they were cuffed whilst her legs cuffed at the foot. There was to be no attempt at removing her costume and after she was tucked in and kissed on her smiling rubber mouth by the maid, she had to just lie there and suffer until, after many hours, sleep eventually came.

The next morning she was awoken early and redressed in her uniform. Then she was led downstairs for a surreal breakfast with Miss Parker and the other dolls before then the morning lessons which were all about walking gracefully on the ballet heels. For over an hour they walked in circles around a yard whilst the maids helped them and Miss Parker maid comments and criticisms. It was hard and thirsty work indeed and the constant movement caused her to be continually leaking pee into her bottom but at the end she was much better at handling the boots and could walk unaided.

Then came a surreal lunch and after that another hour of lessons, this time in a classroom. Miss Parker wrote a passage on the blackboard and all the Clarissa dolls had to copy it on slates, not an easy task when your hands are covered with two layers of rubber and one of kid. The passage that they copied was about the role of wives with the ideal wife being silent and submissive to her husband. ‘Dressed like this,’ thought Emily to herself, ‘I don’t have much choice!’ Then they all retired to the sitting room again for several hours of watching and waiting. As she sat there drenched in her own sweat, her mouth tasting of pee, Emily started to pass the time by seeing how long she could hold her bladder and then how long she could hold her pee in her bottom. Strange as this might sound, the latter activity, although slightly painful, was beginning to excite her down below in a way that she thought was probably inappropriate, but with nothing else to occupy her time, she continued with it. Then after that it was dinner again, another hour in the sitting room and bed.

The days all followed exactly the same pattern except that the lessons were different on different days. She was trained in walking with ballet boots, wearing a monoglove and on what to expect when she became a wife. They watched a video of different improvements made to women, with some being given gifts of enormous bulging breasts or fat pouting lips. Watching this, Emily would have love to feel her own breasts but as her arms were firmly pinioned behind her in a tightly-laced monoglove at the time, then this was obviously not a possibility.

Things changed however, on Sunday, the day of rest. Ever since she’d been sealed into her Clarissa doll costume Emily had been looking forward to this as Miss Parker had told her that on Sundays the costume is removed. Also, as the week had passed she’d noticed a difference. Whereas at the beginning her pee had come regularly and she’d felt bloated, by the end of the week it was far smaller in volume and more acrid in taste. She guessed that this was due to the loss of liquid through sweat and she was desperate to fill up with clean water again, plus she also hoped that she may get some time out of her costume and perhaps even a meal to enjoy as well so Sunday was like a beacon of hope for her.

On Sunday morning she was awoken extremely early, about five, by her maid and, to her delight, stripped of her shift and bloomers and then her Clarissa doll suit. Standing there in all the clear latex, she felt a little cooler but not much different, but eager to undress further and feel the air of the outside world on her skin. Her maid got out a bowl, carefully un screwed her plumbing and told her to empty her bladder. This she did gladly and the pee that had been circulating through her body for an entire week was now all collected in the bowl. It was a rather dark green now, and she was glad to be rid of it but first she needed to taste some of the real pure water. However, instead of this, her maid instead took a damp pad from a box and held it over her nose. “Breath deeply,” she ordered. Emily did so but then immediately felt weak and dizzy. She realised it was chloroform. Within seconds her world had gone black.

When she awoke she found that she was lying on her bed. She was still dressed in all her clear latex but she felt different: drier and cleaner yet somehow tighter. She turned to look at her maid who was sat by her bed. “Ah, you’re awake, good. You have been out for over an hour. During that time I have undressed you, bathed you and given you a thorough enema. I bet you’re feeling fresh and clean now; you certainly were very dirty and smelly after a week in there. You’ve also been laced to new dimensions, an extra half an inch has gone from your waist and a quarter inch from your neck. This will continue until you are fifteen inches around the waist, the dimensions preferred by your husband to be. Now, we need to get you ready for church but here’s the bit I imagine you’ve been looking forward to: it’s time for your weekly drink!”

She produced a medical stand with a large gallon bag of clear liquid with a hose running out. This hose she attached to Emily’s gag and the confined girl began to suck eagerly. After a week of pee drinking this was heavenly, the most beautiful drink she had ever experienced, real amber nectar. After only a pint or two though she began to feel full but carried on sucking; she now knew the consequences of drinking too little! Finally it was finished, and the tube unplugged and replaced with her regular plumbing. She felt clean and good but at the same time devastated that she had not experienced life outside of her suit. As if reading her mind, the maid said, “Here at St. Werburgh’s Finishing School for Young Ladies, our students are not allowed to be conscious outside of their latex suits; it helps undermine the doll mind mentality that we are working so hard to achieve.”

After that she was sealed back into her Clarissa doll suit and then dressed in her uniform. Today though, since they were going to church, there was more. Her gloved hands were fitted into a muff which locked in place making it impossible to removed them and then a heavy cloak was draped over her and fastened up the front. Finally a large bonnet was fitted atop her head with a thick veil which rendered her blind. Then, fully dressed, she was led out of her room to church.

How long the walk was she could not say, for blinded it was impossible to measure time or distance but she reckoned only about half a mile or so. But in her rubber and ballet boots, weighed down by her cloak and blinded by her bonnet and veil, it was a real trial. As she shuffled along she realised that to the outside world she, and all the other students of St. Werburgh’s Finishing School for Young Ladies would appear as normal young ladies such as are to be found in any good school. No one would know that in fact they were forced to live as pee-drinking rubber dolls. As she walked the movement broke her bladder again and almost immediately she began to suck from her bottom. The taste was better now, less acrid and cleaner, but tinged with the harsh knowledge that she had a long time to wait before she could be refilled again.

Links to all the parts of the story:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

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