aprils21.jpg: It's been over four months since my wife's voluntary conversion into an obedient love doll, and we both couldn't be happier. I think I've been more than fair in giving her "released" time, but mostly she still prefers to be posed and frozen when I am not around. As I came home from work, I saw her sitting in her customary chair silently awaiting me.
aprils22.jpg: I often leave her sitting when I'm at work, even though she can remained posed, even standing, for weeks at a time now. When I am with her, though, she gets no such breaks. "Stand and walk slowly towards me", I said. Just as she began her stride I froze her again. I just never get tired of doing that.
aprils23.jpg: Feeling the excitement build in me, I walked over to her arrested form. The chair was in the way, preventing me from getting a good view. A new idea came. I commanded her to push the chair out of the way, freezing and unfreezing once every five seconds. With enough creativity you can make any task exciting to watch.
aprils24.jpg: As instructed, once she finished with the chair she returned to the spot where it had been and went into "storage mode". I grabbed a cloth and began to polish her plastic skin until it gleamed like fine china. I caressed her perfect form, smooth and soft and yet ridged underneath. April remembered little about what had been done to her at the clinic, aside from the fact that they had changed her into what she had always wanted.
aprils25.jpg: One of her many favorite games, she told me once when I released her, was to be allowed to move with all the robotic precision that her enhanced body allowed. "Enter gynoid mode", I whispered into her ear. Instantly, her head popped up and her arms sprang out from her sides. In an uncharacteristic show of self-control, I saw the hint of a smile cross her face. Oh, yes, she liked this game.
aprils26.jpg: I ordered her to go into her animatronic routine, which we had programmed previously. She began to move, one body part at a time, in an uncanny mechanical fashion. I wondered, not for the first time, if they had actually implanted electric motors in her somewhere. Her arms, legs, and head moved with robotic precision through the routine, which looked like a cross between "the robot" dance and a living mannequin performer. She ended the performance in a classic mannequin pose. Perfect.
aprils27.jpg: Returning her to her normal "doll" mode, I began reposing her like a picture I'd seen on the Internet. Crossing her left leg in front, I put her right hand on her hip and her left on her thigh. After spreading her fingers on her leg, I turned her head to look at me. "My best work yet, yes?" I asked. Her response, a left-eye wink, indicated she did not agree.
aprils28.jpg: "Okay, smart ass", I returned, "How do you want to pose?" Correctly interpreting my statement as a "self pose" command, she shifted into a more mannequin-like pose, with her left leg forward and bent, and her left hand suspended in the air. I had to admit, her pose was better.
aprils29.jpg: That worked so well, I told her to self pose again. She took two steps towards the bedroom, then stopped in her tracks, looking directly at the bed. Not too subtle, it was the most liberal interpretation of my command that she could manage. "Oh, I see" I said, deliberately misinterpreting her actions, "you want to admire yourself in the full-length mirror."
aprils30.jpg: I picked her up and carried her the few feet to the mirror. Supporting her with a hand on the wall, I posed her so that she could see her entire sexy body. Loudly returning to the bed, I prepared myself for her arrival. I knew exactly what it was doing to her to have to wait and look at her perfect plastic body; that was the idea. When I was sure that neither of us could stand the anticipation any longer, I smiled and took one more look at her while locked in silent beauty. "April release."
