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The second in the doll experiment series.~

::We take speech lightly. How powerful are the words we speak? How much do we take the ability to speak for granted?::

"You may have 5 lines."

::Adeline had blushed as she thought it over, trying to choose her words wisely. She spoke them into a recorder box, realizing they were potentially her last.::

::The world is stiff now. Her mask has been locked in place, the mouth piece disabling contact, an open, humiliating position that she couldn't hide. Her dark latex teddy covers her from neck to rear, her fingers and arms far too stiff to make comfortable gestures. She looks to the world through rose-tinted eyes, her legs becoming more and more sensitive to the draft below her dress. Another doll asks of her background. Elizabeth simply giggles and pulls the string on the back as her first message relays.::

"Hello! I'm Adeline! Elizabeth's newest dolly experiment!"

::She pulls it again.::

"I was curious why Mistress said words were precious!"

::Adeline has heard these words dozens of times, and each time she feels more and more shame for her naive choice of words.::

[For the record, Elizabeth never does anything without anyone's consent.~ I'm leaving the story up for interpretation as far as the length of time she's trapped like this, but only for those that enjoy imagining permanent encasement.~]

Description
The second in the doll experiment series.~

::We take speech lightly. How powerful are the words we speak? How much do we take the ability to speak for granted?::

"You may have 5 lines."

::Adeline had blushed as she thought it over, trying to choose her words wisely. She spoke them into a recorder box, realizing they were potentially her last.::

::The world is stiff now. Her mask has been locked in place, the mouth piece disabling contact, an open, humiliating position that she couldn't hide. Her dark latex teddy covers her from neck to rear, her fingers and arms far too stiff to make comfortable gestures. She looks to the world through rose-tinted eyes, her legs becoming more and more sensitive to the draft below her dress. Another doll asks of her background. Elizabeth simply giggles and pulls the string on the back as her first message relays.::

"Hello! I'm Adeline! Elizabeth's newest dolly experiment!"

::She pulls it again.::

"I was curious why Mistress said words were precious!"

::Adeline has heard these words dozens of times, and each time she feels more and more shame for her naive choice of words.::

[For the record, Elizabeth never does anything without anyone's consent.~ I'm leaving the story up for interpretation as far as the length of time she's trapped like this, but only for those that enjoy imagining permanent encasement.~]