Chapter 14: Interwoven Bliss

As the waves of ecstasy receded, leaving me tingling and breathless, a profound sense of satisfaction enveloped me. My doll persisted in its rhythmic thrusts, delving deep within me with unyielding fervor. With a haze of pleasure clouding my senses, I extended my hand to touch the doll’s left ear, intending to temper its movements and prolong the moment of bliss.

However, before I could enact my intention, Louis touched my arm. She brushed against my ear, sending electric tingles down my spine. The alternative approach is a pathway to heighten our pleasure and delve into uncharted realms of euphoria. Guiding my hands into the doll’s hair, she gently adjusted my position, propping me up with a pillow behind my head while my doll maintained the relentless rhythm of the dildo inside me.

I watched as Louis gracefully lifted her gown, positioned herself over my face, and settled her body onto my eager mouth. Initially taken aback, I swiftly acclimated to the intimate contact, relishing the sensation of her femininity enveloping me. As she swayed her hips in a mesmerizing rhythm, Louis addressed my inquiries, her words intertwining with the intoxicating pleasure coursing through me.

“The anguish of losing my eldest daughter in those seats and the near tragedy of Tim’s plight without the secure seal, it’s haunting,” Louis confessed, her voice punctuated by the undulating motions of her body atop mine. “The university faced inquiries from us and other bereaved families in the aftermath.

We urged them to increase their protocols and implement a delayed locking mechanism so it is harder to open. The thought of losing me or Zoe in those chairs. It’s a prospect to contemplate and will have to accept, akin to the tragedy of Cassie.”

As Louis intensified her movements upon my face, I instinctively reached for the doll’s right ear to increase her pace. At that moment, amid the fusion of physical pleasure and listening to the heartfelt conversation, in a tapestry of intertwined bliss, where the boundaries between sensation and emotion blurred into an exquisite symphony of connection as she exploded all over my face.

Feeling her trembling with aftershocks, I picked my doll’s right ear and grabbed her hair as Louis asked me while getting off my face. “She will take over by thrusting that dildo in me hard.” I didn’t know what she meant until she got behind with the fists of hair and began slamming it down hard,

I woke up suddenly to discover my doll nestled between my legs, and the urgent need to urinate flooded over me. Without hesitation, I vocalized my need. In response, she hugged me tightly, nuzzling closer to my vulva. Unable to hold it any longer, I let go. As Louis entered the room, my doll’s head moved rhythmically between my legs, dressed in cozy attire with a sweater and pants.

Louis said, “Due to covering hours in the dinner, she will need to bring me back to the campus this morning. She will take good care of my doll during the week until I can come back here on Friday after classes dressed or as I came up here this weekend. I grabbed my doll and began thrusting it down on me as I said, “Molly stated you rarely dress her for school, even if it freezes outside.”

In the short period I’ve known this woman, Louis’s expression held a depth of sinister intent that sent shivers down my spine. It was a look that seemed to harbor secrets darker than the night itself. As I pondered her words, a chill settled in my bones. “My doll,” she had said, “has never raised a complaint or expressed a desire for covering. She belongs to me now, and it is within my rights to decide whether she remains in her natural state or clothed.”

The implications of her words hung heavy in the air, leaving me unsettled and wary. Recall my doll’s recent discussion on her attending her high school classes and my on the college campus. Contemplating the attire in the day’s classes was a moment of clarity amidst the chaos of my thoughts.

I voiced that if I decide to wear clothes for lectures that day, my doll should be. In those days when the desire to embrace the freedom of nudity arose within me, I asserted that she should share in that liberation up here in snow country. It was a declaration made with conviction, a testament to the evolving dynamics. During the whole conversation with Louis, I not once allowed my doll to lift her face away from my vulva.

Once she turned around and out, I yanked her head up and said, “Molly, you are the best doll I have ever owned. Would like you to come with me to the campus and see my room after we shower.” Following showering and drying off while still both naked. We greeted Louis in the living room to head out to the vehicle.

The nude walk proved to be a challenging experience, the biting cold of the brisk breeze causing discomfort to my exposed skin, exacerbated by the relentless snowfall. Despite the harsh conditions, my doll seemed oddly at ease, unfazed by the absence of any clothing or footwear. As we trudged along, I fought the instinct to huddle close to her for warmth, determined to persevere through the chill.

Relief washed over me as we finally reached the vehicle, where Louis diligently cleared the accumulated snow from the windows. Grateful for the shelter from the elements, I eagerly anticipated the warmth of the interior.

As we neared the highway, the prospect of grabbing a meal emerged in conversation. Louis then posed the unexpected question of whether I wished to keep my doll with me for the day, with the offer to retrieve her after completing her shift. Initially inclined to decline, my resolve wavered as my doll’s touch became increasingly intimate, her fingers exploring me in a way that made it difficult to refuse. Reluctantly, I conceded to her unspoken desires.

After bidding farewell to Louis, who departed with plans to return later in the evening, I found myself on campus with only my purse in hand, containing the essential identification for Molly in her doll form – an RFID chip and a tattoo on her left shoulder blade, marking her as a living doll. Louis assured me she would handle the legal paperwork with the state, promising to keep me updated via email throughout the week.

I felt no need to retreat to my room to don clothing, as our destination was the sorority nude pool and the sorority information desk. There, I encountered a surreal moment as I registered my doll, watching my name appear on the screen beneath her designated identification number. It was a stark reminder of the unconventional nature of our arrangement and the newfound responsibilities that came with owning a living doll.