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The End is Never The End { Permaplay Post }
Welcome! Everything is fine.
Uploading. . . Complete!
The Lobby.
- When you open your eyes, there is quite a lot of beige to take in. The unassuming walls of the room you've found yourself in are barren save for a single motivational poster directly in your line of sight. An illuminated sign above an open door on the far wall reads 'lobby exit.'
"Welcome," chimes a polite, synthesized voice. "I'm happy you're here." A moment later comes the clarity of the situation: you have died and so has the world you came from. "This is Amani, a safe haven until your world is restored," continues The Peacekeeper. "Everything will be fine." It will then explain the happenings of the last few years that led them to this point. Don't worry if you don't get everything or tune out. It is quite a lot!
At least you aren't the only one here, you'll soon find out, as others who are just as confused and concerned as you are might be mingling on the main hub's first floor. Hopefully, you find a familiar face among the crowd. If not, that's all right. You'll get to know quite a few people very well soon enough.
- If you're one of the unlucky few whose death required a bit more intensive re-coding to maintain stability in the simulation, you'll instead awaken on a bed in the infirmary. Everything is strikingly white save for the occasional string of vines with lavender growing in bursts to help keep people calm. Whether or not it works seems to be on a case-by-case basis.
While there is active medical staff, the voice of The Peacekeeper is also there to explain the situation in a more delicate manner to these individuals. It's already stressful enough having to have gone through such a violent death, after all!
If characters want more questions answered, they'll need to speak to The Peacekeeper or Janis directly. But first, it will encourage socialization in the main hub and hopefully, you'll find someone you recognize to make taking things in a little easier.
WHAT
Amani's Permaplay Post for Endgame
WHEN
December 31st, 2024 (and into infinity)
THINGS TO NOTE
★ Kinks of the month are now free-for-all / choose your own!
★ This post and Amani's setting is OPEN TO ALL though to play more privately, you can join the communities. Think of it as a structured musebox!
★ This post and Amani's setting is OPEN TO ALL though to play more privately, you can join the communities. Think of it as a structured musebox!
WHAT'S YOUR DTF STATUS?
If the main hub and its features don't appeal to you, that's completely fine. This is the perfect time to configure your Digitized Technical Friend or your DTF status. A DTF is similar to a dæmon from His Dark Materials in that it is connected to and a reflection of a character's soul. These DTFs take shape accordingly and are projections similar to the NPCs. Think of them as your own personal Clippy except less annoying. Hopefully.
Once that's set-up, there are other locations of the main hub to investigate! You can visit the training grounds, music lounge, library, and onsen. Also, feel free to leave an offering for the deity of sleep (Hypnos) at his shrine!
You can even visit The Peacekeeper themselves on the second floor. They're always happy to have visitors! They're also conveniently where you might place a complaint about anything. They'll give you service with a (digital) smile though. Despite the temporary status of your stay, The Peacekeeper will encourage new inhabitants to set off and find their own place to live out in the simulation.
Granted, the housing market in the afterlife isn't exactly robust. It doesn't help that nearly every place you find has a leaky roof or broken window. No, unfortunately, that will need to be fixed the peaceful way. If you'd like more lighting or even cozier clothes, simulation inhabitants are reminded that 'peaceful interactions' are very important!
It might be a good idea to stick close to someone you know, for now, since even the smallest amounts of intimacy might see subtle changes occurring where they're staying. Perhaps that broken window is now fixed, the grime and dust seem a little less, or the floor doesn't creak quite as loud.
Larger changes, however, will only come after demonstrating more powerful peaceful interactions. If you want new hardwood floors or a fresh coat of paint on the walls, you're going to have to demonstrate how well you 'get along' with others against them first.
Once that's set-up, there are other locations of the main hub to investigate! You can visit the training grounds, music lounge, library, and onsen. Also, feel free to leave an offering for the deity of sleep (Hypnos) at his shrine!
You can even visit The Peacekeeper themselves on the second floor. They're always happy to have visitors! They're also conveniently where you might place a complaint about anything. They'll give you service with a (digital) smile though. Despite the temporary status of your stay, The Peacekeeper will encourage new inhabitants to set off and find their own place to live out in the simulation.
Granted, the housing market in the afterlife isn't exactly robust. It doesn't help that nearly every place you find has a leaky roof or broken window. No, unfortunately, that will need to be fixed the peaceful way. If you'd like more lighting or even cozier clothes, simulation inhabitants are reminded that 'peaceful interactions' are very important!
It might be a good idea to stick close to someone you know, for now, since even the smallest amounts of intimacy might see subtle changes occurring where they're staying. Perhaps that broken window is now fixed, the grime and dust seem a little less, or the floor doesn't creak quite as loud.
Larger changes, however, will only come after demonstrating more powerful peaceful interactions. If you want new hardwood floors or a fresh coat of paint on the walls, you're going to have to demonstrate how well you 'get along' with others against them first.
AN END & A BEGINNING
If you'd like to speak to who is really in charge instead of The Peacekeeper, it will point you upward to the highest floor of the main hub. The Life Tree there - now tethered to Makmur's main hub rooftop rather than the forest - serves as a connection point between Amani the simulation and Amani the newly born reality.
This in-between is where characters 'true' souls are being held and protected by the recently formed deity of balance, Janis, and can be connected to the other versions of themselves anywhere in the multiverse. Although your origin world might not be restored just yet, it could be fun to see what other possibilities are out there!
The 'true' souls that are sheltered in Amani will be given the power granted to them by Janis to peer into other versions of themselves as well as the capability to even temporarily hijack their bodies as they wish. They will be the seeds of chaos planted in soil of order by doing this and therefore do their part to ensure balance throughout the multiverse. This balance is what will help bring your origin world back as well!
This way, everyone can eventually return home to see things through and even watch over other realities as they wish to see how they're going... and always have Amani to return back to if they need a reprieve! They can also freely go between Amani the reality where things are more stable and orderly or enjoy the chaotic creativity the freedom of the Amani simulation.
As a physical world, Amani will rest in a freshly forming galaxy alongside the planets of Hiromitsu and Sikalina. Characters are free to visit these via teleportation from the main hub, a ferry ride through an enchanted Tori gate off Amani's coast, or just good old-fashioned space travel if they'd like. Sikalina even has now-functioning and fully customizable mechs to jet around in. In the future, other 'restored' worlds will come to join the collection as Janis works with former inhabitants and displaced newcomers to help undo the unnecessary damage their initial split caused.
While Janis' story with Amani has concluded and their powers stabilized now, there are still worlds in flux that may end prematurely and land someone in Amani for the interim. So, there are still stories to be told and adventures to be had so long as people wish to tell them. Not to mention the people choosing to stay rather than return home!
Either way: Amani will always be available and open to anyone who wishes to enjoy it.
This in-between is where characters 'true' souls are being held and protected by the recently formed deity of balance, Janis, and can be connected to the other versions of themselves anywhere in the multiverse. Although your origin world might not be restored just yet, it could be fun to see what other possibilities are out there!
The 'true' souls that are sheltered in Amani will be given the power granted to them by Janis to peer into other versions of themselves as well as the capability to even temporarily hijack their bodies as they wish. They will be the seeds of chaos planted in soil of order by doing this and therefore do their part to ensure balance throughout the multiverse. This balance is what will help bring your origin world back as well!
This way, everyone can eventually return home to see things through and even watch over other realities as they wish to see how they're going... and always have Amani to return back to if they need a reprieve! They can also freely go between Amani the reality where things are more stable and orderly or enjoy the chaotic creativity the freedom of the Amani simulation.
As a physical world, Amani will rest in a freshly forming galaxy alongside the planets of Hiromitsu and Sikalina. Characters are free to visit these via teleportation from the main hub, a ferry ride through an enchanted Tori gate off Amani's coast, or just good old-fashioned space travel if they'd like. Sikalina even has now-functioning and fully customizable mechs to jet around in. In the future, other 'restored' worlds will come to join the collection as Janis works with former inhabitants and displaced newcomers to help undo the unnecessary damage their initial split caused.
While Janis' story with Amani has concluded and their powers stabilized now, there are still worlds in flux that may end prematurely and land someone in Amani for the interim. So, there are still stories to be told and adventures to be had so long as people wish to tell them. Not to mention the people choosing to stay rather than return home!
Either way: Amani will always be available and open to anyone who wishes to enjoy it.
THE SEXY COMPENDIUM
Upon arrival to Amani, new inhabitants will be notified almost immediately of the sexy compendium that's uploaded to their DTF! This compendium lists all of the flora, fauna, unique geography, and miscellaneous items in Amani that might be worth looking at.
This database will update with seasonal highlights or places and items that might follow a theme! In light of the theme of new beginnings, the things featured will tie into that.
While established inhabitants already know about all these things, it can't hurt to be reminded of what this simulated (or real!) afterlife has to offer!
This database will update with seasonal highlights or places and items that might follow a theme! In light of the theme of new beginnings, the things featured will tie into that.
While established inhabitants already know about all these things, it can't hurt to be reminded of what this simulated (or real!) afterlife has to offer!
- ★ Miniature Cave Golems » Don't be too alarmed if that mossy bundle of rocks starts to move about. Held together and animated by a magic from Janis, these tiny golems 'awaken' when anyone gets close. While golems are usually used for manual labor too large for the average person, these miniature ones are slowly piecing together Amani little by little. They seem to work better if around ambient intimacy so give them a pet or tell them they're doing a good job to see them get a boost.
★ Birthday Cake » Did you know that The Peacekeeper's birthday is soon? Even if you didn't, it's likely that most know what a birthday celebration calls for: Cake! A classic that can be found in the hub at the bar right when character's arrive. They come in four different flavors; Spice, Lemon, Chocolate, and Vanilla! Each having their own fun effect.
★ Mermaids » Near the coral reef in the ocean's shallows, there often swims a mermaid or two. While they were discovered to be linked mentally, they are a collective versus a hiveminded species though their leader Legion does have the ability to watch through their eyes.
A kiss from a mermaid grants one a temporary aquatic adjustment of their own and ability to breathe beneath water temporarily. Though they have the instinct to drown anyone that endangers the reef and the underwater home, prove you mean no harm and they'll leave you be. Unless you venture into the waters at night. During the darkest hours, a separate species of mermaid swims dangerously around the reef. Although it looks like a beautiful maiden from above the waves, below her tail opens up to have a giant maw that catches fish to eat. You would be quite the treat!
★ Stamina Fruit » Every once in a while, fruit off a regular tree will mutate. It's vibrant coloring and strange, curled shape might indicate that it isn't fit for consumption. This couldn't be further from the truth! What you see here is a stamina fruit and will give whoever eats it untold energy. Best find a way to put it to good use.
KINK KONNECTION
Kink Konnection
The Peacekeeper | 4
Hello! I am The Peacekeeper. I help Amani, the simulation, keep running.
I'm happy that you're here and let me know if you need anything!
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NOTES
★ Feel free to check out the sexy compendium and also use whatever is listed there as you like! What's mentioned on the TDM are just suggestions and not only what's available! We want interested players to be able to make their own fun with what Amani has to offer and not feel limited to just the prompts provided here.
★ If you have any questions, feedback, or concerns then you can ask them here.
★ Additionally, players can request NPC threads here whether for closure/good-byes or just for fun! (Read: Sol is totally free and single and you finally have your chance, go go go-)
★ You can post your kink connection profiles in this thread for some easy texting icebreaker fun.
★ If you choose to join the communities, you can post your OOC intro here and see who else is available to play with in Amani's setting!
★ As ever and always, thank you to all that made Amani the amazing experience it was as both a moderator and player for the last three years. While sad that it's over, I'm still happy that it happened and the people I got to meet and know along the way. It's meant so much to me, perhaps more than anyone realizes, but as said: All things must end. If you'd like to share some love here for me, the game, or other players then please do!
NAVIGATION
Lauriel | Welcome to Amani | (OC from Trails in the Sky)
Until the doll appears in her field of view, and sees a look she has surely seen many times before. The look of weary exhaustion behind eyes as sharp as broken glass. A hunter’s eyes, burdened with horror, that try and track her every movement, though her gaze shakes slightly. She keeps a polite smile on her face, even as her hand slips into her coat to grip a weapon, though she does not draw it even should the doll approach her, simply greeting her with as much cheer as she can muster.
“Good evening, at least I think it’s evening, The name’s Lauriel. What’s yours?”
Welcome!
Accordingly, the Doll doesn't approach too closely at first. She stands before the bench, nearly seven feet tall and dressed for winter, so her new acquaintance might see her clearly. She bows her head deferentially as she responds in a gentle, accented near-monotone:
"Good evening, Miss Lauriel. I am a doll, made to soothe the weary and accompany the lonely. You may call me whatever pleases you, though most simply call me 'Doll.' "
The Doll presents her articulated hands, showing how literal the moniker is... if her ball-jointed knees and unmoving mouth hadn't already made it clear. This also shows she's unarmed, of course. She continues, "Welcome to Amani. Do you desire company?"
Even from a few feet away, a perceptive person might notice the Doll's floral scent. Were she to come close, the floral haze might be quite relaxing.
Enginner meets Doll, she wants to examine her but is too polite to just grab!
“Thank you for the welcome uhm… Miss Doll” the words roll strange on her tongue, but she’ll get used to them. “And I’m fi-“ she’s trying to say she’s fine, but a single glance up at The Doll seems to strangle the words in her mouth. She looks around, remembering just how absolutely alone she is, her world dead and no one else here to speak with. “It’s… it’s just a lot to take in right now. Please, have a seat.” She pats the seat next to her and waits for The Doll to sit.
When she does, she finds herself relaxing even more than she thought. Perhaps she is more susceptible to Lumenflower than most, since the tension begins to bleed out of her shoulders and she speaks before she can think. “Are you really a doll? I’ve made some amazing things in my time, but I’ve never thought someone could make…” she trails off, her eyes slowly roaming over The Dolls body with interest, lingering on the joints.
Please, grab.
She giggles at "Miss Doll," less because of Lauriel's hesitation and more because it always strikes her as funny and a little flattering when someone applies an honorific to her. As with any game of pretend, the Doll is happy to play along, but she does nod understandingly at how overwhelmed Lauriel must be. "I was quite uncertain when first I arrived," the Doll assures her new friend. "It is one reason I try to welcome every newcomer."
She seats herself next to Lauriel without hesitation, folding her articulated hands demurely on her lap. Artificial she may be, but her warmth can be felt as she brushes against Lauriel. "I am really a doll. Do you think that amazing?" she asks, cocking her head. "My maker would be as pleased to hear it as I."
Her mouth doesn't move... or does it? Perhaps Lauriel might imagine a self-satisfied smile on that still mouth, a bit of blush on the Doll's pale face. But these are brief fancies, for the Doll must take the opportunity to show off her craftsmanship. Her mouth is still, though painted with exquisite care. Her long-lashed eyes click faintly as she blinks, and she holds one hand up to gesture at the seams joining her head, neck, and shoulders.
"Please examine me as you wish, Miss Lauriel."
Permission Granted! She's rambling just a little as well.
Emboldened, she lets go of The Doll’s hand and shifts her exploration higher, feeling along her shoulder and testing the joints there with a little more force. She’s delighted to find how tight the construction is, though a part of her mind itches with the desire to find out what it would be like to pull her apart. She applies a little more force, as she shifts her fingers over her shoulder towards The Dolls neck, as should she wished to peel away the plate there before she jerks her fingers away with an apologetic noise, glancing upwards.
“Sorry, my thoughts are wandering a little… may I?” She gestures upwards, a request to continue exploring as her cheeks flush with red. The last thing she wants is to hurt her new friend, but the next to last thing she wants is to stop. If she receives permission, she’ll shift a little closer, taking a deep breath and letting her heartbeat calm as she reaches out to run her fingers over The Doll’s faceplate. She rubs her thumbs along her cheek, brushing over her ears as she trails gentle fingers along her chin, swipes her fingers along those painted lips and imagines for a moment that there’s plump lips beneath her touch… warm and receptive.
“Thank you” She whispers, during her examinations. “I knew another who had dolls like you, real enough to be mistaken, but they were not so… beautiful as you. They couldn’t move on their own. Whoever your maker is, they must have poured their love into you, It’s clear from the effort and quality in your every piece…”
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The Doll remains pliant as Lauriel tests her shoulder and pries briefly at the seam just below her chin. In answer to Lauriel's question, the Doll doesn't bother explaining that no apology is needed--she obediently moves her face closer to be more carefully examined. She makes small appreciative murmurs as Lauriel traces the contours of her cheek and ears. The Doll breathes, curiously enough, and Lauriel can no doubt feel the warm air as she rests a thumb on the Doll's [tender, sensitive] lips.
It doesn't escape the Doll's notice that this examination feels rather intimate. How nice. She closes her eyes to bask in the attention, and sighs contentedly as she's called beautiful. She never tires of hearing such things--after all, she was made to be beautiful.
"You're very kind," the Doll says, her whisper matching Lauriel's. "I was not what my maker hoped, I think, but he was kind enough to share me with those who could appreciate his work. Do you like dolls, Miss Lauriel?"
Lauriel's temporal difficulties
“Dolls were some of my first art projects, when I was young…” she admits softly, not willing to brush the doll off with a nothing answer when she’s let her put her fingers all over her. Reciprocity is important to her, give back what you have been given. “I would make them with spare metal and wood, spend hours shaping and aligning them. I learned a lot of skills doing that, until I grew up and had other responsibilities.” Her eyes darken, and she glances away briefly as she struggles with some internal memory. “Other things to make, that had to be more than beautiful.”
She shakes her head, and turns back to The Doll, listening carefully as though she was still talking. “I’m sorry your maker was… displeased, but it’s good that you found others to appreciate you. That’s the important part in my opinion, the work going on to make someone others day better.” Her eyes grow a little more hazy, and she leans in a little more, practically cuddling as she seems to struggle with something before she blinks and blushes again, letting out a small laugh. “Thank you, kind isn’t something I get to be quite often… it’s a pleasant change of pace.”
She’s responding to different parts of The Dolls speech, as though she had spoken them in reverse, she seems to shake herself out of it shortly, her eyes refocusing on The Doll, lingering on her hands again. “You said you try to welcome newcomers yes? What … what else do you do? What do you like to do I mean?”
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"How lovely," the Doll says, "to meet someone who truly appreciates dolls. Some nights I miss the sounds of the workshop where I was made. The weapons made there were like my brothers, hard and sharp yet made to serve just as I was. Weapons can comfort too, I think, in their own way."
As Lauriel leans in, the Doll sighs faintly. This is what she's for, after all... among other things. She rests one warm hand on Lauriel's, as comfortable with cuddling as she is with being examined.
"I like to serve," the Doll says, though she knows the question is about more than that. People here in Amani often prefer to think of her as a person, focusing more on what she likes or wants than what she was made for, and the Doll has learned how to accommodate that queer preference. "I like to make clothing in my little shop, where I can play dress-up with customers. I watch over the Shrine of Hypnos, and help visitors make offerings for pleasant dreams. I spend time with friends. I visit the graveyard. I enjoy stories. Of late nobody has had new stories for me, so I watch films."
The Doll notices Lauriel focusing again on her hands, so she holds them up for Lauriel to do with as she wishes.
"I do so like to serve, Miss Lauriel," she reiterates.
Blushing virgin tries to say Yes but doen't know what she's doing!
Lauriel has spent most of this conversation with a light blush on her cheeks, even the light intimacy something she’s unfamiliar with. But she’s not, entirely blind to the implications, and she’s very observant. The Doll’s pleased sighs at her touch and her insistence on liking to serve… they paint pictures in her imagination and she can’t help herself from biting her lip and eying the dolls hands as their raised, she can’t help but imagine those hands touching her. She’s just really not sure what to say.
In her confusion her eyes unfocus and her mind overlays the last few seconds all at once. It takes her a little while to drag herself out of that trance, her eyes roaming back and forth as she worries her lips. She takes a deep breath, and shifts her weight a little closer to the doll, leaning against her as she takes one of her hands between her own, toying with her fingertips. “All of those sound like fun. I haven’t gotten to dress up in years”, she hasn’t had a good nights sleep in even longer, but she doesn’t want to get into that right now.
She closes her eyes as she plays with The Doll’s hand, shutting off one of her senses to better focus on the others. Whispering as she leans against her shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind being served, but I’m not familiar with it. I don’t know where to start.” A thought does occur to her, as she ponders the next few seconds of possible futures. And a moment later she’s taking The Doll’s hand and pulling it up to lay it against her blushing cheek. “I’ve touched you so much… if you wish to… do the same. You may.”
Crippling headaches may slow me down but they can't keep me from dollsmut forever!
"I shall look forward to playing dress-up with you," the Doll says softly as Lauriel gets more comfortable. Whether they dress up the Doll, or Lauriel, or both is immaterial; fun doesn't need to be planned out in detail. Just as one doesn't need to have experienced much physical intimacy to try it.
The Doll murmurs, pleased, as Lauriel plays with her hand, and makes a little "oh" as her hand is placed upon a blushing cheek. "I do so wish," she assures her new friend as she gently drags her down to trace the countours of Lauriel's jaw and brush against her throat. Perhaps that thumb feels softer than expected, with a trace of sweat.
She's struck by a fun little idea as she feels along Lauriel's neck. "Such craftsmanship," she remarks with a mischievous little giggle. "I cannot even find the seam." She removes her hand, the faintest tease since Lauriel has closed her eyes, before resting two fingertips on Lauriel's upper and lower lips. Then she waits to see what her new friend will do.
The Doll is having fun. She twines the fingers of her other hand with Lauriel's, for they are playing this game together.
The Dollsmut is patient!
The Doll’s jest draws a giggle out of her, even as her skin shivers underneath her touch. Her eyes flutter open, and she begins to quote scripture. “For man was her-“ only to be stopped by warm fingers on her lips. She blinks, still in the motion of speaking, as her tongue slips and brushes against The Doll’s fingers.
Warm butterflies suddenly appear behind her ribs, a fluttery sensation that has her closing her eyes against it and gasping. So like any good scientist she repeats her experiment. Softly kissing The Doll’s fingers as she darts her tongue out and drags it against her fingers. The butterfly's repeat, and as the doll slips her hand in hers she squeezes tight.
“Oh” she mummers, keeping her eyes closed. “That’s…” nice, but that's not the right word, not enough. She doesn't know what she wants to say, but her bright smile tells the story for her.
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As Miss Lauriel's smile is amazed, the Doll's is pleased. She leans closer, craning over the smaller woman, to better examine the interplay of finger and mouth. Soon she's close enough for Lauriel to feel the Doll's breath upon her face, cooler where saliva's been smeared on Lauriel's lips and cheek. Soon there's only the space of two fingers between Lauriel's mouth and the Doll's.
"You look so lovely like that, Miss Lauriel," the Doll murmurs. As she does so, she lowers her other hand, still clasped in Lauriel's, down to her warm, soft thigh, just where her outfit's skirt gives way to pale porcelain [or is it flesh?]. Two may feel at once, if it will not overwhelm Miss Lauriel.
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As the doll moves closer, her eyes flutter open, the wary glass in them glazed over by the dolls affection, her compliments lighting a spark behind them that quickly fades as she smiles. An indirect kiss is grand, and she leans a little closer as the doll guides her hand down. Lauriel understands this, to return touch for touch, reciprocation. Lauriel flattens her palm against the doll’s thigh, brushing it up to sweep her skirt higher as she explores the smooth expanse of … porcelain? Skin? She finds it harder and harder to grasp the difference.
She grapples with it, closing her eyes as her touch shifts from a smooth sweep up to gentle circles rubbed across the dolls inner thigh, exploring and caressing and searching for seams and imperfections, hoping for the doll to favor her with another small noise of pleasure and appreciation to show her that she’s on the right track.
The Doll would be pleased that your narration has dropped the capitalization. Just a doll.
"Oh," whimpers the doll as Lauriel takes her own invitation, brazenly sweeping the doll's skirt out of the way of her exploring hand. The inner surface of her thigh is so smooth and sensitive, unmarred and unblemished, and the doll's breath trembles with each caress. She spreads her legs obediently to aid this exploration, and soon enough, yes: Lauriel finds the seam where leg meets joint. But oh, just nearby, Lauriel's fingers can no doubt detect a greater heat, and the light tickling of downy hair.
The naughty doll did not wear panties today.
"Miss Lauriel," the doll whimpers. She withdraws her fingers from Lauriel's inviting mouth, dragging saliva down her lower lip. Her lips wait just a hair's-breadth from Lauriel's, eager, inviting--an indirect kiss is no longer enough. "Please..."
If the doll is pleased we will keep it going! As I am very pleased by the doll.
Lauriel barely has time to fret about her lack of experience before she’s leaning in to press her lips against the dolls, the softness and warmth beneath her mouth a delight she doesn’t care to question, the only thing softer than the doll is the warm haze around her thoughts. The floral scent wafting off the doll lingering on her tongue as she traces it over the doll’s mouth. She giggles, smiling softly as she tries her best to provide a good kiss, but her inexperience shows as she simply tries to recreate what few things she’s read.
All the while, her fingers run over the doll’s skin. She avoids touching the warmth between her legs, out of a desire to tease and a lingering fear of overstepping her bounds. Instead, she traces the seams at the top of her thighs and brushes her fingers over the soft fuzz above her core. Marveling at the realism as she presses herself closer to the doll, leaning her weight against the taller woman.
She lets out a small moan of appreciation as she pulls away, traces of saliva hanging between them as she nuzzles against the doll, palm flat against her as she avoids giving her the touch she’s really asking for. “I’m sorry, you’re just… so much fun to touch” she mummers shyly. “I really appreciate you right now… distracting me”. Her thoughts are slipping a little, making it easier for her to enjoy the doll and she’s letting it happen. Clinging to the warmth.
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But as the doll's pleading tone suggests, she has gladly given over control, and she's far too enthralled right now to care about technique. She mewls as she receives the awaited kiss, pliant as Miss Lauriel explores her lips with a curious tongue. As her new friend presses closer, though, the doll's own tongue slips out to explore and mingle sloppily with Lauriel's.
If the doll can be said to have instincts at all, perhaps it's instinct that causes her hips to twitch as if searching for the touch that Miss Lauriel won't quite grant her. She whines in delicious frustration as Miss Lauriel withdraws from the kiss.
"Miss Lauriel," she says, twitching and panting with her eyes closed, "you are teasing me. It is so nice." She's gone a little slack, waiting for direction from Lauriel, her skirt hiked up and exposing pale, tender flesh for the world to see. "I am so glad you are having fun playing with me. It is what I am for."
Sorry this was slow! Brain needed to recharge.
As she gazes down at the doll, she finds that the question of arousal vs adoration is yet undecided, but the feeling in her chest has intensified and spread it’s warmth all the way down to her core. She shudders, placing her hands on the dolls face and turning her to ensure she’s looking her in the eyes as she asks, commands as best as she can.
“Tell me… tell me how to make you feel good.” She mummers, running her fingers over the dolls lips and cheek, her hips subconsciously rolling against her as she presses the doll beneath her. Her eyes glance up, than around, a last minute worry that someone might be watching, but blessedly the atrium is empty and she can return her gaze back to the doll and focus on her fully.
It's always worth waiting for the sort of appreciation the doll deserves.
The doll doesn't have a heart, per se, but if she did, Lauriel's command would engender in her a flutter. "Yes, Miss Lauriel," she whispers, something like relief in her tone. It has been some time since someone took control of the doll in the way she was used to for so very long, and she finds comfort in reclining beneath her new mistress and doing as she's told. Lauriel's gaze fills the doll's little world, accompanied by the sensation of absent-minded humping.
The command itself is simple, but the answer could go on at-length. The doll has just enough presence of mind to interpret that she's being told to guide, to give suggestions rather than recite a full list of pleasurable activities.
"You are already making me feel so very good, Miss Lauriel," the doll says, even as she twitches with the restrained desire to touch, to kiss, to hold. "You are commanding me, praising me, teasing me, using me." Her eyelids flutter as Miss Lauriel gropes her face again. "Will you... examine me more? It is so nice to be appreciated." And the doll is still far too clothed.
Lauriel has been given a task and she's so good at tasks.
She grabs the doll’s hands by the wrists next, taking her hands and placing them on her thighs. Her next command is shaky, but warm and eager. “Touch me.” She issues, before she leans back down and starts to run her hands over the doll’s chest and sides.
She focuses her gaze, trailing her fingers along every seam she can find, up and down her waist and chest. She fits her thumbs into the seams tugging at them teasingly as though she’s going to continue pulling the doll apart, measuring every twitch and response the doll has. She adjusts her path whenever the doll reacts strongly, sliding away only to circle back a few seconds later. Over and over again, until she abandons the dolls seams and runs her hand over the smooth expanse of porcelain, rubbing and smoothing her palm across every curve and paying close attention to the swell of her ‘breasts’.
“Pretty doll, lovely doll, so well constructed, so obedient. Good Doll. Good Doll, don’t be quiet.” She mummers , a stream of praise dolled out whenever the doll reacts or stirs beneath her.
The best at tasks!
"Yes, Miss--" the doll's agreement is interrupted as Miss Lauriel tugs at the doll's dress, ready to have it off of her. But the doll is eminently worthy of Miss Lauriel's trust, bucking her hips up and giggling as the dress slides up and up, revealing her pale, trimmed mound, her lovingly-sculpted hips and abdominals, her modest breasts, the subtle seams separating the segments of her body, and once more her face. Nor does the doll mind that the dress she made might become dirty as it's tossed aside; such stains are marks of loyal service.
The doll has just a moment to feel the cool air (and Lauriel's eyes) on her nude form before she's given a new commmand. "Yes, Miss," the doll whispers obediently, excitedly. She's no stranger to women in trousers, but she starts by running gentle hands up and down Miss Lauriel's thighs. With dextrous fingers (and the aid of experience) she unbuttons Miss Lauriel's pants and gets partway through unbuttoning her shirt and vest...
...but alas, the doll is distracted from her task by Miss Lauriel's own exploration. The doll's body seems toned and proportioned like a tall, lithe warrior, but she's far too gentle, sensitive, and squirmy to seem remotely threatening. She's all but helpless as Miss Lauriel examines her craftsmanship, which seems either firm and sleek or soft and vulnerable according to Lauriel's whims. The aggressive exploration of the doll's seams is a particular intimacy the doll hasn't felt in some time, and on top of all this sensory stimulation, Miss Lauriel adds a barrage of lovely praise.
The doll is quite overwhelmed, and tears leak from her pale eyes as she twitches, moans, giggles, sniffles. Even if someone were watching, only Miss Lauriel could see the blush overtaking the doll's pretty face and spreading down across the seams toward her sensitive chest.
"Yes, Miss," she says, presumably to Miss Lauriel's most recent command. Her hands have shifted from exploring to simply gripping Miss Lauriel's clothes, a feeble attempt to moor herself against this overstimulation. The part of her that's aware she's stopped touching hopes Miss Lauriel will forgive her lapse, or at least give her a chance to do it better.
Fake threats! or are they...?
She’s certainly not disappointed, but she can fake it well enough as she pouts at the doll and grabs her by the wrists, dragging her touch back to her waist and placing her fingers gently against her skin, shuddering slightly and leaving her voice much breathier than she’d intended. “Don’t stop touching me, if you’re not going to use your hands properly I’ll… take them away…” she can barely complete the threat of punishment around her breathy moan, even as she digs her fingers into the seams at the dolls wrists.
She pushes that fantasy to the back of her thoughts, distracting herself by leaning down and pressing kisses to the doll’s chest and shoulders. Grinding herself against the doll as she drags her tongue over the sensitive breasts, murmuring softly with delight as she returns to teasing and indulging her desire to draw as much moaning and squirming out of the doll as she can.
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But Miss Lauriel buries her face and busies her mouth, perhaps a little surprised at herself. The doll giggles, clearly not fearful as she obeys to the best of her ability despite their position leaving precious little space for the doll to touch. She squeezes and kneads Miss Lauriel's thighs, then slides her hands between their bodies, her arms bending at angles that would be uncomfortable or even impossible for a human. Dextrous fingers slide between cloth and flesh, exploring Miss Lauriel's belly and chest, while her other hand slips around to reach into those loosened trousers and cup one of her mistress' buttocks. Even as she squeezes, she pulls Miss Lauriel closer, to accommodate her mistress' grinding against her.
(And if the doll's hands reach further than even her long arms should, and reach spots they shouldn't be able to fit in, what does that matter? A doll can be anything her mistress can imagine, after all.)
The doll sighs and squeals as Miss Lauriel nurses at her sensitive nipple. It's such a lovely feeling, and she does so want Miss Lauriel to do it as long as she wishes--perhaps it would even soothe her enough for the sleep-deprived woman to get some long-delayed rest--but she does have her orders...
"Miss Lauriel," the doll breathes, fingertips digging lightly into Miss Lauriel's flesh, "may I disrobe you, to touch you more?"
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The exchange of pleasurable touch continues, Lauriel losing herself in it until the doll speaks again, she draws herself away with another teasing nip and sits up slowly. Her hazy eyes consider the doll, her dulled thoughts taking a long moment to collect themselves into words. When they do, she fakes a smirk and pulls away, giving the doll room to sit up as she nods. “You’ve been a very good doll, I suppose you can have a reward.”
She shivers, gently helping the doll sit up if she needs it so she can pull at her clothes, wiggling to help her take them off. However when the doll pulls her pants down, she gasps out, her hazy look clearing for a moment to reveal sharp fear just barely held back. “Not my panties.” She orders, shivering for a moment and taking a deep breath, to let the warmth come back over her. “You can touch, but… you can’t take those off. Ok?”
She doesn’t expect the doll to disagree with her, but it’s a question still.
The doll is far too sweet to ever be manipulative, right?
The doll gratefully accepts the help sitting up, though she doesn't require it--it's Miss Lauriel's kindness that she appreciates. However, the doll goes a step further and stands before the bench to better aid her task. That this gives Miss Lauriel a chance to see the nude doll standing tall before her is a side-benefit, one the doll extends by taking a moment to kick off her shoes and take out her hairpin, shaking her pale hair out to shoulder-length so Miss Lauriel can play with it as well. Of course Miss Lauriel can see the bite-marks she's left on the doll, to say nothing of her exquisitely-erect nipples and the dew coating her thighs.
The doll leans forward, then, so she may complete her task without towering over Miss Lauriel. She's much more deliberate undressing Miss Lauriel than when their situations had been reversed, but that's as it should be: the doll shows the reverence her mistress deserves. First she removes Miss Lauriel's coat, careful to set it over the back of the bench so her mistress doesn't grow anxious about having her weapon out-of-reach. Then she slides her hands under the fabric of the shirt (and bra, if there is one), pulling it off Miss Lauriel with sensual care and exposing flesh to air.
"Ah, Miss, you are so petite," the doll says with appreciation and some envy. Though the doll is lithe, often she feels that being so tall doesn't match her servile nature.
The doll kneels, then, to help with Miss Lauriel's shoes and pants, her patient efforts building anticipation. But her hands stop inches from her mistress' panties when commanded. Between Miss Lauriel's revealed fear, and the transformation of a command into a question, the doll recognizes that a simple "Yes, Miss" won't do.
She places her warm hands on Miss Lauriel's thighs, looking up at her without a trace of disappointment or impatience. "Of course, Miss Lauriel. Will you tell me how best to touch you?" As one hand continues to massage Miss Lauriel's thigh--soothingly, perhaps, or enticingly--another creeps up and just brushes the curve of one breast. "I would continue be a good doll for you, Miss."
A mere doll is no threat, for her mistress holds all the power. A clever doll knows when to remind her mistress of such.
Even if she is, sometimes it's just what her owner needs, and the doll loves to meet her needs
It’s a very small part of her however, the rest is consumed with the desire to appreciate that craftsmanship in a far more physical manner.
Lauriel tries to wiggle at first, to help the doll undress her, but quickly finds that relaxing into her touch and letting the doll do her task is a much easier and far more pleasurable way of letting this happen. Letting out small sighs of pleasure as the doll brushes over her sensitive chest, the blush on her cheeks spreading down it.
When her coat is laid down, her fingers subconsciously shift over when she stretches to let the doll pull her boots of. She reaches for the hidden pistol, and relaxes the tension she hadn’t noticed she’d gained when her coat was removed. Her mind instead remains focused on watching the dolls deft fingers unlace her boots, and feeling her body warm and a pulse rush through her as cool and soft fingers brush over sensitive soles when she strips away her stockings.
The doll’s gentle speech brushes away Lauriel’s fear, soothing it as she means it too, the reminder that the doll isn’t a person who can get ‘carried away’, the doll is a masterwork tool made to comfort and please others. (Or so she claims, but Lauriel finds the thought comforting, and pulls it deep into her heart). She takes the dolls hand that’s brushing across her chest and pulls it closer, pressing it firmly against her skin with a soft sigh of pleasure.
“Be firm, be deliberate and… don’t go too fast.” She murmurs, moving the doll’s hand in a pantomime caress of her chest, over sensitive nipples with a bitten lip and a pleasurable shudder. “You may touch me…” she gestures between her legs where the doll is resting, stumbling to find the right words and trusting the doll not to need them. “But I am very sensitive. Be careful with me.”
Breathy and shot through with arousal and desire, but she manages to keep her voice firmly in the realm of “Instructions”, tone unwavering and instructive.
"Owner," eh?
A foot massage would have made her melt, but this is also getting her wet ;)
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Fin?