Doll Wife: Part 6

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

Finally the day of the wedding came. Emily was awoken early and dressed in a tight corset that was laced steadily down. Beautiful white stockings were fitted to her rubberised legs and then stunning white ballet boots. Her bottom hole was plugged with an ivory plug and then dozens of frilled petticoats fitted. Her corset was tightened again so that she fainted and after she was brought round another round of lacing began whilst long gloves were fitted over her rubber hands. Then came the enormous crinoline and stunning dress and finally veils, seven of them in silk that blinded her completely. There she stood, silent, gasping for breath, blind and a vision of virginal beauty. Slowly she was led away to the service.

The service was torture. She had to stand and kneel totally blind, fighting to stay conscious and suck air into her tortured lungs. However, two points she did remember clearly. The first was when the priest announced her new name: “Do you Charity Emily Carter take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband…?” Charity. She was to be Charity from now on! And the second moment was when he lifted all those veils to kiss her rubber face. She was surprised: her new spouse was a youngish man, only a little older than her Emily self, and not ugly. She felt his lips kiss the rubber and thanked God for relieving her from the clutches of Miss Parker.

Then came the meal with her guardian making a speech on her behalf and her new spouse extolling the virtues of a doll wife in his. Peering through her eyeholes she could see several other dolls in the crowd, silent and not eating and wondered if there was some kind of crowd which specialised in doing this to their wives and daughters. Still, whether there was or not, her training had taught her not to question, merely to be. She was a doll now, a doll wife and she needed know no more than that.

After the meal, Charity was led away from the table by a maid and up the stairs of her new mansion home. She arrived into a glorious bedroom with a fine four poster bed in the middle of it. The maid divested her of her heavy dress and then all her undergarments and then attended to her toilet. Empty and clean, she was led to the bed where she was lain out but then to her surprise, there came some unexpected extras. Her arms were stretched out to the top posts and cuffed there whilst her ankles were stretched to the bottom ones. She was lain spread-eagled, unable to move a muscle. Then the light was turned off leaving her almost totally blind. There she lay, panting in silence, waiting for her new husband not as a wife but as a passive love doll.

She waited and waited, for what seemed like an age but then she heard a door and felt a presence near her. “Charity! Charity!” said a male voice and someone climbed on top of her. He fiddled around her private parts and then she felt an erect penis enter her latex-sheathed hole. He pumped away and she tried to reciprocate but could only manage the slightest of movements. As he fucked her he caressed her hard narrow waist and her tender rubber-covered tits which hurt somewhat but she could do nothing to stop it. She longed to hold him in her arms as she’d imagined doing with a husband when she was younger but obviously dolls do not do that. As he worked away she compared the experience with her youthful fumblings with Johnny Baxter. In some ways this was far worse; she had no say in the matter, she was totally at his mercy, she was entirely passive, it was not romantic at all, not a meeting of two willing bodies, more a rape. Yet the virtual blindness, her sheer helplessness and her doll-like appearance in another way excited her, turned her on and made this special. The two experiences were from separate worlds just as she was no longer a living, breathing girl but instead an anonymous rubber love doll.

Once he had finished he lay on her a while panting and then climbed onto her face and his cock thrust through into her rubber-coated mouth. “I believe you like how this tastes,” he said to her and immediately warm pee started flowing into her mouth. She gulped it down obediently but gagged a little. His pee was not hers; it tasted of alcohol and smelt horrible. Hers was neutral and… well, her own. But she knew that she was his now and so she continued to swallow, tasting pee for the first time in weeks and when she had finished she sucked him dutifully dry.

In the morning Charity awoke with her new husband lying on top of her. He was snoring soundly but she could sleep no longer. She longed to wake him and perhaps enjoy some more intimate activity but of course she could not. She was a Charity doll now; all she could do was lie and wait. As she did her bladder filled and she longed to drain it but unlike in her days at the school she could not so she held it in. Eventually, after a couple of hours he woke. She was worried he would want to enjoy her hole again which would be difficult considering her need for the toilet, but he did not and instead climbed on her face again and this time used her mouth to relieve his tensions. He bounced up and down on top of her causing her to struggle to breathe, her enormous breasts bouncing up and down with each laboured breath but this only aroused him all the more until he exploded into her mouth. The sticky liquid that now graced her throat was a new sensation for her; somewhat salty and with a unique aftertaste and she realised at that moment that this would become a regular alternative to urine for her.

He left her, the semen still coating her mouth and after a few minutes her maid came. She took her to the bathroom and then attended to her toilet, emptying her full bladder and giving her a thorough enema but then, after plugging her bottom as before, a large, a catheter was inserted into her pee hole which was attached to an empty rubber bag which was fastened under her bum. No explanation was offered and Charity could hardly go ahead and ask so she just stood docilely whilst it was screwed into place and then the maid dressed her in copious silken underclothes that she’d have loved to have felt directly on her skin before then dressing her in her new attire as a wife. Unlike at the school, her dress was now the very opposite of plain, a glorious creation in yellow silk printed with tiny flowers and decorated with every manner of bow and frivolity. It had a high lacy collar and in her brown sausage curls little yellow ribbons were tied. The only disconcerting thing was that on her hands, already difficult to use since they were covered by two layers of rubber, padded mittens were tied so that they were rendered absolutely useless. Ballet boots were then laced to her feet and when she was led to the mirror she saw the image of a very girly, prissy young doll lady with a smiling face and not a care in the world. It was shockingly innocent, almost childish, yet at the same time the enormous globes of her heaving fake breasts and the minuscule waist hinted of a very adult alternative reality. That was Charity; that was her from now on.

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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