Dark Seduction:

She had just opened my door.

“This way!” she had instructed me, and I was blushing, as if I had done something wrong, as I had tried to explore myself.

I just followed her, out of my box. Happy she desired me, and my services, whatever she needed me for.

At first, she leads me back into the room. I intently looked at the table my hooves had been stuck to, as if to ask if it was okey for me to place them there? She just nodded, and I placed my hooves squarely in the middle of the table, knowing the frame was securely locked.

I gave my hooves the tentative tug, just to make sure I had not made a complete fool out of myself, and sure enough, my hooves did not come off of the shiny surface of the framed table. I just smiled knowingly at her, confirming I enjoyed it as much as I had expected. I knew it had been polished, and the effects of it.

Then I spread my legs, and placed my hooves like she had told me, the previous time I had been here, as if urging her to continue. She apparently caught the drift, or she had intended to do it all along, it made no real difference to me, she did it, and that's the end of it?

I looked at her, as she lined the gel along the rim of my right hoof, then the left. I know the meaning, and the effect. I had awaited and expected it. What I did not know, is what she was going to do next. Maybe this is part of the excitement, after all.

At first I felt her right hand on my rump, tracing the line of my sealed crack, demonstratively making the point of it not being there. It is not available, for as long as she deemed it desirable. Somehow, this is the exciting part of it, or it was my impression now.

“I realised I could seal your orchid up. As much as I may enjoy teasing it. With that, I'll see how you come out!” she pointed out with a wide smile on her muzzle.

She produced the tube she had sealed my rump with, and drew a line from top to bottom of my mound, covering the orchid in its tight unforgiving grips. I couldn't confirm the effect, but she eagerly complied without me even asking her to.

Feeling her fingers squeeze the mound and orchid, but the orchid now merely a series of solid rubber features on the softness of my mound, there is nothing to slip her fingers inside, and nothing behind, just the solid surface of my flesh.

She seems happy with the result, and resorted to lift her hand up to my chest, placing them firmly on my Jigglies, squeezing them excitedly, teasing me for several minutes, before she placed her thumbs on the tip of my nibbles.

If it was for hers or my joy, who's to say? Ofcause, it is my joy, if she enjoyed it, isn't it. That's part of the deal. That's why it is so important for her to express herself to me, and explore what she desired me to be, as early as possible. For now, I had the impression she enjoyed squeezing me most every way, even if certain parts of me had been prepared for it, and was in her focus, like the nibbles she was so fond of, right now. She loves both my muzzle, Jigglies, mound and rump, for all I could have said, had she not rendered me mute? Ofhorse, I figured she enjoyed me mute and sealed up tight? Even is I knew she enjoyed playing with my orchid as well.

If my impressions of her desires are correct, I would love for her to demonstrate it firmly, in a full day and night play. To have her enjoying me intensely, for as much of the time as possible. Such an act would set me on a path of certainty. I would develop in this direction. I was raised to hope for such an owner. Even if it never had been put into words, what my coming owner may desire. The purpose is for me to find out, to develop towards it. A full day of affirmation should be great for me. No matter what her desires were, for as long as it was along the lines I had been bred and trained for.

Since I had been prepared to fulfil her desires, this is what I should desire.

Feeling her thumbs on my nibbles. I felt she was confirming what I had already guessed. I was for her to play with, she did not desire to see me play, or I had felt it, I would have had at least a minimal joy in playing with myself.

Litttle by little, her thumbs squeezed and teased my nibbles. The electric tingle soon hit me on top of both nibbles, after little more than a minute, if my estimate of time was anything to go by. Not that I care, but I enjoy what she did to me, and with me.

Before she had finished, it had developed from the slight tingle, into a hot burning in my entire Jigglies. As if it was more than my Jigglies could contain? Then her hands moved up to my muzzle. I feel her fingers pressing, squeezing, as she caressed and rubbed my muzzle.

By now, I wanted to moan, to scream out, but it isn't possible with a sealed muzzle, even if you could see my glistering lips. Little by little, it built up, making the impulses lessen and change as she kept teasing me. She was forming me in the image of her desires. She apparently wanted me mute, or it is what she made me out to be.

Once she had let go of my muzzle, I noticed she was breaking the seal on my hind hooves, ripping it away, but I stay in place. Then she unlocked the frame of the table. I felt her slip my hooves off of the table, and looked at me.

“This way!” she told me, indicating for me to follow her down the stairs to the kitchen.

Once there, she presented me with a bottle. It looks like the bottles you may feed infants, only larger. It is just the size to fit both my hands, the tip of my hooves barely coming together behind the bottle.

She lined the rim of my hind hooves, as I stand before the table. I'm in clear sight in the window. She is demonstrating me for all to see. Now my hooves, two feet apart are once more fused to a floor. She pulled the seal off of my lips, from the left to right, before handing me the bottle from which I was to feed.

I could see a clear liquid, so I lift it to my mouth, slipping the rubbery tip to my mouth, slipping it in between parted lips and started to suck. The thick liquid, highly viscous slowly filled my mouth up. It is slippery, yet had a rubbery feel to it, as I swallow it eagerly. It tasted sweet, like nectar? I slowly progressed my men as she was looking at me from behind.

I could feel a hand on my rump, she was teasing the sealed crack, making it obvious it is still sealed. She had an obvious way of making a point of this one fact, she seems to revel in it, as if it was the most exciting thing in the world. Perhaps it was, to her, which is all the more important. She owns me.

Once I had managed to empty the entire bottle, if it was her desires, but I had managed to empty it, then placed the bottle back on the table.

Now I noticed, she was sealing my lips, once more. After this, she moved up behind me, before she placed her hands on my chest, and placed her thumbs on my nibbles. Slowly teasing me, knowing the effect it had on me, she made me want to moan. Mute as I am, the desire slowly faded, just a bit more with each and every moment she teased my nibbles.