Emily Miku: A Doll's Journey [Chapter 2]

Chapter 2

Changes in the weather and a couple other things prevented B from attending all five nights of the event.  I’m not sure if I should have been happy, because I was not left alone as much as I thought I would be, or regretful, because he did not get to meet and interact with a lot of new people in a physically social setting.

Missing the last four days of the event didn’t seem affect him very much either way.  It was almost like he was relieved that he didn’t have to leave home.  I was glad it didn’t bother him.

Anyway, I got to spend more time with him, chatting on TDF and making plans for the upcoming photo shoots.  I really, really wish I could stand on my own, he could take such a wider variety of pictures, some of which I’m sure would make me blush even more than some he has already taken.  He says I am such a prude, and he likes that, because it reminds him of K’s favorite “mode” in play.  I think I may be getting used to this mode.  It is just so heartwarming to see his expression after he has taken a particular picture.  It’s actually kind of fun sometimes.  Please… pretty please… don’t tell him I said that.  He’ll probably want more.

In preparation for the photo shoot, B washed me down with a soft cloth and powdered me, taking his time with each stage, and then, to my astonishment, he put my insert in.  Okay… should I start getting excited, or does he have other plans?

I decided I should not get too excited… yet.  He seemed more concerned with its appearance than its utility.  Is this going to be part of the shoot?  How embarrassing.  I wanted to scream: “Hey, I’m not that kind of doll!”  I wasn’t quite sure how to react to his reply, “True, but you are just soooo cute, I can’t help myself.”  Should I be thrilled that he thinks I’m that pretty or should I be upset that he’s going to put me these predicaments?  Well, I guess I am going to be doing a lot of blushing during this shoot.  I have no idea how K did it, but she must have enjoyed it enough to let B take so many pictures of her.  Will I ever get comfortable having these kinds of pictures taken of me?

B dressed me in this little two-piece ‘dance’ outfit, and put the smallest panties I have, on me.  I thought I had felt vulnerable, in nothing but panties and bra, but this… this made me feel more naked than if I was actually naked, especially the skirt.  While the top covered me well enough, the skirt was so short it was almost indecent.  When he stepped back, to see it better, he was speechless.  I think my heart skipped a beat when I saw the effect it had on him.

He ended up taking ninety pictures!  I even got to stand up, well… more or less… for some of them.  And, of course, my obligatory ‘flash’ shots.  Then…  “What?!”  “You want me to do what?!”  I was mortified.  He pulled my panties down, and took pictures of…  “That’s awfully personal, don’t you think?”  He was either so immersed in taking pictures or he was just ignoring my protestations; I’m not sure which.  I was soooo glad my face wasn’t in those pictures; it was probably as red as a tomato.  He is just purely evil sometimes.  I think he enjoyed my predicament a little too much.

After the photo shoot, he put me back in my wheelchair, then hugged me and thanked me for, as he put it, “a most memorable time”.  And yes, he did enjoy my predicament, but as told me, he and K had had tremendous fun with these kinds of situations.  I am discovering that B’s mind is a lot more complex, and convoluted, than I had, at first, thought.  I think I am beginning to understand why he refuses to compromise his standards in his (currently inactive) search for an RG.  Maybe he is being too particular, but, like he says, “less doesn’t last.”

Anyway, he was so pleased with most of the pictures, that I couldn’t stay angry with him for very long.  He was happy… and that was enough to make me content.