Dollification

The Fantasy Fetish Festival was finally ending.

Alice, Bit, John and I sat in the center office tent, resting our aching feet. We were still dressed in our fetish outfits, but by now we had gotten used to them. My ass was sore from the non-stop patting and pinching. Even girls had patted my ass regularly.

“Thank gawd it’s over,” said Bit, inadvertently flashing her panties. That was still funny.

“Congratulations,” said Millicent, entering the tent. “You made it through the entire festival. Let’s go pick up your colleague and we’ll get you fixed up.”

We made our way toward a red tent. A woman dressed like a cathouse madam sat out front.

“Hello, Millicent,” said the woman. “Here to pick up your charge?”

“Hello, Charlotte,” said Millicent. “Yes, we are.”

“Go right in. And thank you...the customers were most appreciative.”

We entered the tent. Several areas were closed off, separated by curtains. Each sectioned-off area had a cot.

Being a sexually-charged fetish festival, many of the patrons worked up a good arousal. To keep such tensions under control, this tent offered the facilities to allow the patrons an avenue to work off their excess arousal. Specifically, each private area had a cot and a blow-up doll.

“I don’t see her,” said Bit.

“She’s here somewhere,” said Millicent.

Then a curtain opened and a man stepped out, zipping up his pants. “Damn,” he said. “What a festival! I had to knock out three in there. Nice tight ass for a blow-up doll, I gotta say. I’d swear it was talkin’ to me, though.” He belched, then shuffled out the door. A cloud of beer aroma followed him through the tent flap.

We glanced inside. Sure enough, there was a red-headed doll laying on the cot.

“Hi, Tara,” I said, smirking. “Ready to go home?”

“Mmmmmmpppppphhhh!” said the doll, although it was almost impossible to hear unless you knew what to listen for.

I picked her up and tucked her under my arm. “We can just carry her home,” I said.

Bit took Tara away from me. “Stop it, Nicole!”

I grinned.

Millicent gave Bit a look. “I did warn her to stop with the name-calling. It’s her own fault.”

“I know,” said Bit.

“Anyway,” said Millicent, “you all did what you were supposed to do, so the matter is dropped. See me next week and we’ll talk about what you need to do to complete your application to get into the Kay Zeta’s.”

“We’ll be there,” I said.

“Good,” said Millicent. “Now go back to your dorms...the outfit spells will fade by the time you’re home. Even Tara will be fine by then. And perhaps we’ll see you again next year at the Fantasy Fetish Festival.”