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[ Commissioned by featuring Elizabeth as well as their OC, Leaci~

This was sort of a spiritual successor to this early piece: Pull-String Doll::

I decided to go with a similar palette to this: blackroseseduction.deviantart.… though I kept the palette vibrant this time. I wanted to make the pink pop without sacrificing the rest of the composition, so it was interesting to do in a big, open room that has mostly muted colors! Anything vibrant like this in Elizabeth's shop is sure to pop, so this was a challenge! Fun fact: Lyhoko didn't even request a background. I just couldn't help myself.

Anyways, I'll be doing a story for this one since it features Elizabeth~ I haven't written in a while! So enjoy!]

:: Dolls are a mimic of humanity's beauty and function. They need not food, water, or very much care, though they provide us with those elements of synthetic human aesthetics we love so dearly. They do not beg, and they do not whine when they don't get their way; they are very different from pets, maids or furniture. Dolls are the marriage of service and objectification, and it is not a service to be taken lightly.::

:: Leaci felt the tug of rubber latex up her skin, restricting her movement and sense of touch to the air of the room... she did not complain. As the mask was fitted to her face and her mouth accepted the naughty gag that silenced her... she did not protest. As the corset was fitted to her new rubber dress, pulled tightly, and then tied to ensure her waist and hips would stay straight like a proper lady... she had no words to give. Finally, as her key joints were locked in plastic casings that restricted her movements to clicks... her eyes simply lowered into her new submissive state.::

"Is my doll a happy doll?"

:: In her casing, she could not feel the seamstress caressing her new shiny skin, but she could feel her head tilt by force as Elizabeth pressed her cheek to her's. She could only whimper lightly into her gag, which wouldn't even give a decent mumble. She could not answer for herself, though Elizabeth had other ways of getting answers. A string was pulled.::

~O "Yes, Please!"

:: Her own words. It came from the speakers at her collar, the string from her back slowly retracting back into it's case. Elizabeth would now only consult her voice-box: only five phrases which repeated at random whenever her string was pulled. "Choose wisely" she said, and Leaci thought she had been clever in her five answers... though in her new skin, there was no turning back as her past self gave answers her present self would soon regret.::

"Hmhm... and what is your name?"

~O "Hello!"

~O "My name is Leaci Eruf."

~O "I don't like talking, so this is good."

:: Leaci began to sweat a little. She could see precious little through her rubber mask, but she knew she had been walked out into the shop floor as she was, unable to stop herself from saying anything.::

"Leaci, was it? Yes, I think you would like to go in the store's display case today, wouldn't you?"

:: Leaci couldn't interact well... but she could hear clearly. She panicked. Her arm clicked slowly in an attempt to protest. Her heart raced, looking at the now empty display in the shop wall. There was no doubt she could be still, but in front of all of these people!? In this!!? She couldn't! She couldn't get so much as a whimper out as her string was pulled, gagging slightly in her attempts, and if she could kick herself for the answers she recorded, she would...::

~O "Yes, Please!"

"Oh!? How delightful! If you insist..."

~O "Thank you!"

:: It was as if she had signed a blank check. It took little effort to step her into place, now facing the store and all of it's dresses and potential customers, blushing intensely behind her shameful plastic. To them, she must seem like a mannequin. After all, who looks at a plastic figure and immediately suspects someone alive inside? A customer walked in just as she was being posed for the evening. Clamped to her stand, her feet now locked in place, she didn't dare attempt to move. She didn't dare risk the reputation of her Mistress' shop. She knew one day she would be placed here... and she was trained to do so... but so soon?? Her cheeks flushed. Her skin was hot and rosy. Her fear was becoming excitement very quick, and she was too embarrassed to admit it.::

:: Elizabeth stepped off from the showcase, looking up at the plastic doll before her with a soft smile. The customer was just a friend of one of the maids. The shop had been closed early today, but the visible rush that Leaci faced as she stood diligently as a new doll, that was all the entertainment this seamstress needed for the evening.::

Description
[ Commissioned by featuring Elizabeth as well as their OC, Leaci~

This was sort of a spiritual successor to this early piece: Pull-String Doll::

I decided to go with a similar palette to this: blackroseseduction.deviantart.… though I kept the palette vibrant this time. I wanted to make the pink pop without sacrificing the rest of the composition, so it was interesting to do in a big, open room that has mostly muted colors! Anything vibrant like this in Elizabeth's shop is sure to pop, so this was a challenge! Fun fact: Lyhoko didn't even request a background. I just couldn't help myself.

Anyways, I'll be doing a story for this one since it features Elizabeth~ I haven't written in a while! So enjoy!]

:: Dolls are a mimic of humanity's beauty and function. They need not food, water, or very much care, though they provide us with those elements of synthetic human aesthetics we love so dearly. They do not beg, and they do not whine when they don't get their way; they are very different from pets, maids or furniture. Dolls are the marriage of service and objectification, and it is not a service to be taken lightly.::

:: Leaci felt the tug of rubber latex up her skin, restricting her movement and sense of touch to the air of the room... she did not complain. As the mask was fitted to her face and her mouth accepted the naughty gag that silenced her... she did not protest. As the corset was fitted to her new rubber dress, pulled tightly, and then tied to ensure her waist and hips would stay straight like a proper lady... she had no words to give. Finally, as her key joints were locked in plastic casings that restricted her movements to clicks... her eyes simply lowered into her new submissive state.::

"Is my doll a happy doll?"

:: In her casing, she could not feel the seamstress caressing her new shiny skin, but she could feel her head tilt by force as Elizabeth pressed her cheek to her's. She could only whimper lightly into her gag, which wouldn't even give a decent mumble. She could not answer for herself, though Elizabeth had other ways of getting answers. A string was pulled.::

~O "Yes, Please!"

:: Her own words. It came from the speakers at her collar, the string from her back slowly retracting back into it's case. Elizabeth would now only consult her voice-box: only five phrases which repeated at random whenever her string was pulled. "Choose wisely" she said, and Leaci thought she had been clever in her five answers... though in her new skin, there was no turning back as her past self gave answers her present self would soon regret.::

"Hmhm... and what is your name?"

~O "Hello!"

~O "My name is Leaci Eruf."

~O "I don't like talking, so this is good."

:: Leaci began to sweat a little. She could see precious little through her rubber mask, but she knew she had been walked out into the shop floor as she was, unable to stop herself from saying anything.::

"Leaci, was it? Yes, I think you would like to go in the store's display case today, wouldn't you?"

:: Leaci couldn't interact well... but she could hear clearly. She panicked. Her arm clicked slowly in an attempt to protest. Her heart raced, looking at the now empty display in the shop wall. There was no doubt she could be still, but in front of all of these people!? In this!!? She couldn't! She couldn't get so much as a whimper out as her string was pulled, gagging slightly in her attempts, and if she could kick herself for the answers she recorded, she would...::

~O "Yes, Please!"

"Oh!? How delightful! If you insist..."

~O "Thank you!"

:: It was as if she had signed a blank check. It took little effort to step her into place, now facing the store and all of it's dresses and potential customers, blushing intensely behind her shameful plastic. To them, she must seem like a mannequin. After all, who looks at a plastic figure and immediately suspects someone alive inside? A customer walked in just as she was being posed for the evening. Clamped to her stand, her feet now locked in place, she didn't dare attempt to move. She didn't dare risk the reputation of her Mistress' shop. She knew one day she would be placed here... and she was trained to do so... but so soon?? Her cheeks flushed. Her skin was hot and rosy. Her fear was becoming excitement very quick, and she was too embarrassed to admit it.::

:: Elizabeth stepped off from the showcase, looking up at the plastic doll before her with a soft smile. The customer was just a friend of one of the maids. The shop had been closed early today, but the visible rush that Leaci faced as she stood diligently as a new doll, that was all the entertainment this seamstress needed for the evening.::