Dark Seduction:

She had handed me the bottle, and I had been feed. If this is what I was to eat, I guess I'm getting used to it. Thick, slippery, with something rubbery to it. So long as it keeps me nourished?

She had sealed my lips after I placed the bottle on the table, naturally. I had not just expected it, it is what I desired from her. If she keeps my muzzle seeled much longer, I will feel it natural for me. By tomorrow, if she left my muzzle sealed, it would be my self-image.

Had I prodded my muzzle, I could feel no border of what she spread over my lips to seal them, it is merely a lube, but one that will not smear. It has started to feel comfortable on me by now.

“Turn your back on the table, and press your back up firmly against it!” she told me.

I just nodded quietly, since I couldn't make a noise, in my current situation. Then I could feel her legs around my waist, embracing my lower body. Her hands sliding up my body, then forwards to my Jigglies and placing her thumbs on my nibbles. I just lean back, in anticipation, enjoying her teasing my nibbles. I guess I'm getting used to it.

The electric tingle slowly growing more gentle, with each exposure. I couldn't deny it. I did not want to, I was growing used to it.

With each and every minute, this was growing on me, just as the muteness is now, since it is impossible for me to express myself verbally, or even vocally, as long as my muzzle is sealed up like this. This stimulation had made me scream, before she sealed my muzzle the first time. Now I barely felt an impulse to even moan? What I feel is the joy of her thumbs on my nibbles, and a desire for her to keep them there. As if I could make her keeping them there?

Somehow I had the impression she had a feeling for how I felt, even if I couldn't make a sound to indicate it. Maybe I'm imagining it? Yet it is how it feels.

Now she moved her hands up to my face, and started to squeeze gently. I feel her fingers rubbing and caressing my muzzle. I knew she enjoyed it, since I couldn't make her do it, or even indicate I enjoyed it. Unless she asked me directly, in a manner I could answer with a 'Yes' or 'No', in which case I was 'Nodding', or 'Shaking my head', to indicate my reply. She had done it a few times. I guess she enjoyed for me to confirm her pleasure in this fashion, but it had to be for her, not for me.

Her fingers lowly caressing my muzzle. Teasingly squeezing, probing the soft rubber of my face. I had felt her smooth hands, over the rubber that is my face, for as long as she chose to give, then her hands slipped off of my face.

I soon found her hands sliding over my mound, as she caressed my orchid, carefully, teasing me almost all the way to tears. Just the fact that I can feel her fingers, her hooves exploring the surface of what now is my sealed orchid, entirely slit less. I'm still as sensitive in the petals, as I was before she sealed me.

The palms of her hands massaged the mound, while she keeps teasing me. Working me over, just for her pleasure. Teasing me, her main aim, but it isn't that bad. I'm clearly adapting by the minute, just as I'm supposed to.

There is the thing, I am enjoying her teases more and more. I'm going to depend on them, by tomorrow?