Well, Tillie Is in the Room: A (Somewhat) Surprised Take on the Submissive Maid Sex Doll

When Curiosity Trips Over a Silicone Shoe

I’ll just say it—there’s something quietly impressive about being confronted by a 5 feet 5 inches tall silicone sex doll dressed as a maid. Not that I expected to find myself here, writing about “Tillie,” but life has this way of nudging you into odd corners of the internet. And then, sometimes, an actual corner of your apartment.

Anyway, there she was. Or is? Hard to say—it’s not like she moves unless you move her. But let’s rewind.

The Details People Actually Want (But Pretend Not To)

You know how product pages try to be coy with their stats? Not this one. Tillie comes at you with numbers: 165 cm tall (that’s around my shoulder), 80 lbs (which feels heavier than it sounds when you’re dragging her out of a box), and measurements that read like someone’s fantasy spreadsheet—busty F-cup, skinny waist, wide hips...the works.

She’s got these long legs—seriously long legs—and if you’ve ever wondered what “proportions” means in doll-world: bust 33 inches, under bust 24.5, waist barely over 21, hips almost 37. It looks cartoonish on paper but surprisingly plausible in person.

And yes—her ass is big. Like, unironically big butt territory here.

Silicone and Steel: A Weirdly Satisfying Combo

The first thing I noticed was the feel—not cold and plasticky like some old-school love dolls I’d seen at bachelor parties years ago (don’t ask). This is TPE blended with silicone; it has this soft give that makes poking her arm weirdly addictive for about two minutes longer than I’ll admit in public.

Underneath all that skin? Steel skeleton with movable joints—the kind absolute sex dolls are known for now. You can pose her pretty much any way except standing unsupported; gravity still wins eventually.

Functionality…Because That’s Apparently Important

Let me address the elephant—or rather—the holes in the room: vaginal depth clocks in at 6.7 inches; anal is a bit less at 6.3 inches deep. There are people who measure these things and post them online as if comparing engine specs.

Is it realistic? Hmm—not exactly like real anatomy but close enough for most imaginations to fill in the blanks.

Feet? Women’s size 4.5-5 which means she could technically wear shoes if you’re into accessorizing your silicone sex doll collection (no judgment).

Shipping Shenanigans & Stealth Mode

Here comes my favorite part—the packaging saga! Free international shipping sounds good until you realize there’s a three-to-four-week wait between ordering and arrival because each doll takes time to prep…assemble…whatever they call it back at headquarters.

Discreet packaging isn’t just marketing fluff either; my neighbors saw me struggling with an enormous plain cardboard box and probably thought I’d finally caved and bought gym equipment or something equally unlikely.

An Odd Realization About Presence

There’s something almost eerie about how lifelike Tillie seems when propped up on your couch—even though she doesn’t blink or breathe or complain about Netflix choices. You catch yourself talking aloud sometimes (“Excuse me—can you move over?”) before remembering she won’t answer back.

It makes for strange company—but also no arguments about leftovers or thermostat settings so maybe not all bad?

The Contradiction: Object Yet Not Quite

Weirdly enough—I found myself thinking more about how we project personality onto objects than anything else after living with Tillie for a few days. She starts as just another silicone sex doll from absolute sex dolls’ catalog—a submissive maid archetype sculpted into curves and proportions—but after awhile she sort of becomes…well…part of the furniture? No pun intended.

Not alive obviously—but not entirely absent either.

A Tangent About Expectations vs Reality

You expect novelty or maybe awkwardness from owning something like this—the usual jokes write themselves—but what lingers is mostly curiosity mixed with faint amusement at our own species’ inventiveness (and perhaps loneliness?).

People imagine these dolls are only for certain types of guys—which says more about us than them honestly.

Ending Without Really Ending

I’m not sure what else there is to say except that Tillie exists—and does her job silently, reliably, without fuss or fanfare—for whoever needs her presence (or absence). Maybe next week I’ll put her away again—or maybe not yet. Either way…the apartment feels different now.