Chapter 15: Embracing Responsibility and Acceptance

As Monday morning dawned, I began the routine at six earlier to the doll and cleaning and feeding. Despite the sun’s warmth, an odd sense of unease settled within me as I closed the kennel door. Yet, my doll remained serene as I secured the lock.

Accompanying Zoe to her first class, I felt a mixture of nerves and anticipation. I expressed why the university requires dolls to be kenneled and secured, and her answer was to help ease my worries. We were outside the Science Building and brought up her earlier remark about my doll.

With a touch of sadness in her eyes, Zoe explained that allowing my doll in our room was a compromise due to the university’s knowledge of her past ties to my doll’s birth family. In certain limitations, including Zoe’s commitment to spending thirty hours or more per week confined to the lounge chairs or inside the new prototype chairs for even longer hours.

She then asked about my plans for clothing my doll. Though I had considered dressing her, the warm climate on campus made it unnecessary. Her being naked stirred discomfort within me, reminiscent of playing with Barbie dolls in my childhood.

Zoe’s departure left me deep in thought. Ultimately, to keep Molly bare, similar to my old Barbie dolls. In my first class, I struggled to concentrate, my mind preoccupied with Molly’s well-being confined in that cage kennel.

Later, when I was about to open the kennel door, I found a small box taped to the door. Accompanied by a letter from Zoe that told me she had forgotten to give me this. Inside was a silver collar with the imprint of NM-W71-33D, which my doll explained was her legal official domestic servant name. I recalled glancing over that yesterday in completing the transfer documents.

In the note, Zoe stopped and made a tag bearing Molly’s name and my contact information for the collar. It felt like a gesture of acceptance and understanding, touching me deeply. My emotions overwhelmed me as I fastened the collar around Molly’s neck, a sense of responsibility settling in.

Still having a little time left before my next class, I reached into the bag containing the legal documents and found one of the dildos I sat on her face with. Looking into the excitement in my doll was uncontainable. My words were out before she had that thing positioned in her throat after pulling my panties off under my dress and sat down.

The dry legal paperwork on registering my doll with the school officials is a student. Other legal documents need filing with the state, and a text to Louis asking for any documents I need to file for the legal transfer of my doll. A second later, I noticed on the screen the video call. Her first question was about my doll since she couldn’t see her face under my dress.

I lifted my dress and positioned the screen to see my doll’s eyes looking up at the screen. She was thrilled that I found the dido she slipped into my bag. Letting the dress fall, Louis told me that owning a doll. It comes with some perks, such as government assistance benefits. She has filed everything with the state on the transfer of my doll.

Keep tabs on the time I needed to leave for the next class and not lift off my doll’s face. I scanned the room and showed her the kennel. I turned the video on me and saw a strange grin on her face. With a giggle, she asked me to lift my dress again when I realized how I was slamming my pelvis down hard on my doll’s poor face.

At the edge of an orgasm, I wasn’t about to stop thrusting or caring at that point, and I dropped the phone down on the bed. On coming back, quite embarrassed drew my attention to my getting off, and it put me over the edge. Pulling the screen to my face, Louis said she had to get going and was thrilled to see that I was enjoying my doll.

When she suggested something I didn’t think was permitted on the compass. I yank my dress off and drag my doll to my next class. Responding to why naked with a chuckle, she said I wouldn’t want all the eyes on just my naked doll. Hanging up and seeing it was a little over a half hour to my class, I pulled up off my doll’s face. Quickly, I looked on the college website and saw she was correct. I was able to drag my doll with me around the campus.

Molly helped me out of my dress and dried off the vulva signs of my arousal. I noticed the dried residue on her face and was about to use one of the toilets on her. She said, “Madam, please allow it to remain.” Slipping my room key into the purse, I felt the cool breeze entering the quarter yard and holding my doll’s hand as all eyes were on us.

Stepping into the room, the Professor’s Assistant (PA) at the collar asked if I could keep my doll under the table and not in the row. When a guy was very nervously in the seat next to me said, “I am lucky.” It was cute how hard it was trying not to look down at my breasts and nipples.

As the class progressed, my doll behaved by leaning her head back into my lap, with her legs crossed under the table, facing the lecture. I couldn’t help but notice him stealing glances at me and my doll, quickly averting his gaze. After class ended, I deliberately lingered until most of the class had departed.

That guy attempted a conversation with me as we were the only ones left in the room, aside from the PA sorting through some papers. Breaking the silence, I positioned my doll’s face between my legs to capture his attention, causing his eyes to widen. “My name and this is my beautiful doll, Molly,” I introduced myself. He introduced himself as Duncan McDonald, a freshman from Colorado.

After some small talk and exchanging numbers, we arranged to meet later tonight to get to know each other as potential dates. I received a text from Zoe informing me that she and Jennifer would be bound in the new poolside chairs designed specifically for females, equipped with safeguards against easy opening.

In the text, she included pictures of Jennifer securely strapped inside the device, which appeared significantly less comfortable than the current ones. Zoe explained that the eight magnet locks around the rim had to be individually unlocked. Within a specific timeframe; otherwise, they would relatch for up to six hours. I expressed concern about this in a text to Zoe, but she dismissed it, emphasizing the chairs’ intended purpose for pleasure.

Molly studied the pictures and remarked, “Madam, would I ever place her inside something like that?” I responded with confusion when my doll suddenly fell to her knees. She recalled a conversation with her former owner before her demise. If she had been older, she could have placed my current doll inside those lounge chairs instead of herself on that fateful day.