Dark Seduction:

She had closed the door to my box. I'm alone. What was I to do? She had barely scratched my surface, in her exploration. Even if she had given me a first hint, as to what she expected out of me.

I had enjoyed her caressing my muzzle, even if I never could say it. My muzzle sealed and all that, but it is how she wanted me. All the effects that came with it, aside from the fact that it rendered me mute, or made me incapable of eating, unless she allowed me?

I also enjoyed how it felt, as she squeezed my Jigglies and teased my nibbles, for all it is worth? Then she had teased my sealed up rump, and I had to confess, for some reason, it excited me, and more than I had dared to expect, or dream of. As to squeezing my mound, I can't deny the joy of it.

How it felt, as she pulled at the orchid, in full bloom as it was? I can't put words to it. I guess I never was supposed to speak, but this seems to go farther than that.

Maybe I could explore what she left me with. What else did I have, I could do? I had no idea. It is, what she left me with.

I know I am her first girl, but how did this affect me? I had no idea, as of yet. What if she was to acquire another girl? How would this change my life, and the relation to her? Would she forget about me? All I could hope, is that I'm not going to feel jealousy towards her next girl, if and when it was to happen.

After a few moments more, I got to my hooves and moved up, and sat down on my bed. It's in my box, so it is bound to be my bed, right? Even a play girl had a bed. I know I had before I came here.

Leaning back, and laying down. Pondering the situation. If the situations elicited excitement, or felt good, what if it would feel good, if I tried to do it to myself too? Is it such a bad assumption?

If she desired me not to, it is within her power to prevent me. I knew as much. She had demonstrated it clearly enough. Al she was required to do, is to have my hooves fuse to whatever surface of her choice, and I would be immobilized, and thus prevented from doing it?

For some reason, if just felt right, I belong to her, it is her choice, and not mine. I'm a Play-girl and as such, I am her possession, and that was the end of it. At least, I had been bred for the purpose, I had not been captured. A captured girl would have memories of a former life, and she wouldn't have been adapted to, what is my life now.

There is the other advantage, as a play girl, I never am required to fend for myself. She supported me, and as such, I will never have any of these problems.

I lift my hands to my face, placing my hooves on my muzzle. I feel the softness of the rubbery skin, such as I had been prepared for her. Pinkie Pie had obviously loved how I feel. I slowly, gently squeeze just to see how it felt. It's entirely devoid of the excitement, strangely? I guess I should have expected, maybe she already knew of it? It may have been something in the preparation?

I moved my hands down to my Jigglies. I feel the rubbery orbs under my hands, caressing for a moment, only to feel the same way, nothing there, no emotional connection. There is no point, it is as if it had been dead rubber and nothing more. I placed my thumbs on the nibbles, the stimulation of my nibbles, but otherwise, nothing.

I squeeze my mound, it feels exactly like when I squeezed my muzzle and Jigglies, still nothing. I even tried to open the orchid, the way she had done earlier. I guess I felt something, disappointment is the word.

Then I tried to tease my rump. I still found nothing, I feel the soft rubber, almost as if it wasn't really a part of me? I tried a few more times, but to no avail. Whatever I tried, it was merely the soft rubber under my hooves.

Why then, had her touch felt so exciting? Is it something within me preventing me to be excited? Or, is it her? The fact that she owned me, and thus is free to do as she pleased, at her very own discretion? Or is it just something in how her hooves feeling me? Whatever treatments her hooves had received, or not received?

I'm at a loss. I just tried to relax, hoping she would desire to have me around.