Chapters Since I had just moved out of my parents' home, I had a few things to prepare. My parents had in fact bought the villa for me. It is in the new style, so fashionable as of late.
My home is in three floors and a basement. On the ground floor, I have kitchen, living room, toilet and shower. That's the space I need public, and available.
On the second floor, I have my bed room, and a toilet, it is after all a modern home. I'm priding myself of it, is that too much to ask from a young mare who just moved out?
On the third floor, that's the interesting part. I have a set of small bed rooms, the toilet, and the playroom. This is where I am to play with the girls I buy, from time to time, though I guess I am fortunate, my parents bought me a girl to go, as I moved out.
All my walls are covered in Beesh wood panels, just for the classy feeling, as they told me. The same goes for the floors.
On my mailbox, the name 'Pinkie Pie' has been etched. That's me, the pink party mare. I love the looks of what they did for me. I guess they are as proud of me, as I am of them, or they're just happy to get rid of me?
They had promised me a lemon yellow girl, but with a cerise mane. They had even given me an image of her, as she was, before they bought her for me.
Now she is sporting a pink balloon on her flanks, with the figure 'One' in it. Signifying she is my first girl. I'm looking forwards to playing with her.
Looing closer to the room that will be my bed room, there is the bed to the right, and a night stand by the pillow. There is also a twin sliding door to the wardrobe. I have the night light, and the main light. The slight stream of fresh air flowing through the doors of the wardrobe. I guess it does look cosy, not to dissimilar to my old room, then?
The toilet feels standard. A sink, in case I feel like washing my hands? Then there's the one detail, the utility for the old time's throne. That had gone out of fashion, a decade ago, and everyone in Ponyville had pulled them out. So have we.
Now for the most interesting, the Playroom. It is only three feet by ten feet On the right, there is a small table mounted on the wall, it goes from wall to wall, and is a foot and a half deep. There is a frame to it, and I could lock the outer part of it, for when I am playing with the girl.
Thereis a second table, identical, on the other side.
I had locked the both of them, just after I had polished them with a thin layer of the slippery gel passing for a lubrication, which it is. Unless your hooves had been treated the way they had, if you were the play girl.
I keep all these gels hidden and locked away in my night stand. The polish, the lip gloss, and the sealant. There are two different sealants, one for the hooves, and one for the rump.
The lube is designed, in order not to smear, so I can play with it as I please, but the play girl will stick to it. Even if I imagine it may have been designed for medical purposes, or other commercial purposes, originally.
As I woke up, I had been led into a small room. To the right, I found a small frame table. I did notice it had been polished resently, since the wooden surface glister eagerly.
“Would you place your hooves on the table?” the pink pony instructed me.
I momentarily looked at my newly hooficured miniature finger hooves, before I wordlessly complied to what I had been told to do. There was little to no point in complaining, and I couldn't find any harm in doing what she told me.
I had been told her name is 'Pinkie Pie', and that I had been granted the pink balloon on my flanks, due to her. I guess it made some sense, I'm not sure.
“If you spread your legs wider, so that I could have a good look at you?” she continued, and I did as I had been instructed.
“That's good, two feet between your hooves is perfect!” she stated, as she examined my hooves.
I knew my hooves looks good, at a full six inches wide. The crescent chape that was so popular, these days. I had apparently been graced with the fortune, if only I had not been born into the life of a Play Girl?
They had given me the full works for a Hooficure. First the base coat, then the rubber coat, and the pink colour coat, followed by the clear glistering toy coating, thus sealing the effects permanently. As they had expressed it. I guess pink goes well with my mane and tail, as well with my owner?
Then they had given me a make up. A base coat, the rubber coat, pink coloured coat and finally the sealing it in. I had even been given an eye shadow, by the same token. Then they finished by giving my lashes a run over, only in black, I guess I'm happy they didn't make them the same pink, just doesn't go with lashes?
Since they had given me this much, I guess they felt generous, giving my muzzle a nice going over, just a clear rubber coat without colour, but otherwise the same procedures? Naturally, they treated my mound much the same, but my orchid was turned a vibrant and fluurescent cerise? It is uncomfortably sensitive now.
Then there is the little detail with my jigglies, and the nibbles. The base coat, the rubber coating, the nibbles are slightly on the cerise, same as the orchid, then the coating over it.
Naturally, they had to give my rump a nice going over. It's too tight now, and I can't prevent a plug from slipping out. Even if the treatment covers the entire of my rear?
I just realised, I forgot to mention, my orchid is just as tight as my rear, and can't refuse entry, more than my rear.
I half by half saw her spreading a slippery gel around the rim of my hooves as she examined them, from the inner front and forwards and then closing the circle on the back, and repeated the process on the left hoof.
“Looking good!” she just uttered, before she used a smaller version of the tube she had just lined the rim of my hind hooves.
Then she produced another somewhat larger tube with a three inch wide gel dispenser, and placed it just under my tain, before she slipped it all the way along the crack of my rump, to the rim of my mound, whatever it was for.
The next moment, I noticed she placed her index finger just under my tail, lining the crack all the way to my mound, but as firmly as she pressed the finger, she never found the entrance, or slipped in. Now I wanted to express my surprise, but my lips refused to part.
Once I had sealed Lemons rear tight, I knew I had her undivided attention. I figure it would be fairly hard to ignore the situation. Though I had enjoyed making the point, by slipping a finger along the crack, all the way from the root of her tail, to the rim of her mound.
I just couldn't help myself. Enjoying the gift, as it had been intended. The lemon yellow girl did excite me, where she stands before me, her generously wide hooves spread apart, legs open for play. How could a mare like ne resist it?
Some like them rough, some enjoy the challenge of catching them, but I guess I prefer them bred for the purpose, since you know what you get, and you do get what you like. My parents certainly did know my tastes, when it came to the play girls.
I lean over, placing both my hands on her right foot, just above the hoof, acquiring a firm grip before I give her a tentative tug, but the hoof is firmly planted, so I pull hard, but the hoof remains stubbornly in place. I couldn't make it budge, not by pulling, that it. I knew how to do, if, and when I wanted her to walk back to her bed, I simply need to break the line of gel, and then pull it off of her hoof. I just needed to repeat it on the let off. Just as I need to unlock the frame in order for her hooves to slip off of the table. She just did not even know it yet. She would learn it, soon enough. Maybe a week, but two or three demonstrations should let her in on the trick. That's why I had already locked the frame the first time.
“I hope it did not hurt!” I teased her, even though I knew she couldn't answer me, since I had dutifully sealed her lips securely.
I noticed she made a weak attempt in stating the denial, but gave up and simply shook her head. If it had hurt, I figure her ears would have fallen back, but they're fairly perked up right now. I decided she did not mind.
Now, since she had made no attempt to protest, I found it the time, to move over to the left hoof, holding on to it, just have the hoof, giving her a tentative tug, before I pulled hard, but the hoof stay firmly in place. If I couldn't pull either of her hooves loose, I guess, neither could she? That settled it. Now it is time to have fun.
I moved forwards, pressing my Jigglies up against her back, before I placed my hands on her cheeks, slowly caressing her, almost as if she had been a friend, all the while I do enjoy the rubbery smoothness of the skin of her muzzle. She had been prepared well for me. I knew I can have plenty of fun with her. That's the way I intended it to go down.
I realised the rubber smoothness is more than just skin deep. Caressing her muzzle was a treat, to my hands, but how much for her, I had no idea. In a way, the fun is in her mute state. I could do as I please to her. Even if I had no intent to hurt her. In part because she looks too good, and I guess it is in part because it would have been a serious waist of the bits my parents had invested in her, as my gift. They had been very thoughtful, in choosing her for me.
I had come to love the sensation of the soft rubberyness of her cute muzzle. Maybe in part because it is cute, as in prepared to follow my sense of colours, and she had after all been choosen for me.
Now I moved my hands down her flanks, giving her Jigglies a nice round of squeezing. Smooth orbs of soft squeeze friendly rubber is what I had found, just the way I like them. Now they are for me to squeeze as I please. Though I soon moved on to her nibbles, rubbing them with the tips of my thumb hooves. I found this quite natural choice. Feeling the tips of her nibbles under my hooves felt strangely enjoyable. I guess I never had had my own girl before?
I had noticed that the nibbles are rough, not smooth and slippery. Making for all the more teasing fun. If I was to continue, would she reward me with the white juice of her nibbles? I guess I would have to try that later.
I moved on, allowing my hands find her mound, squeezing it, rubbing and caressing it, just for my personal joy. I had to teach her how I liked it. That started right now, at the first encounter. The longer I waited, the less of an impression I would make on her. I wanted her to enjoy my caresses and squashing.
It had been unavoidable, I found her orchid, and it felt as if it was in bloom, mainly because how it felt to the touch. I slipped my fingers in, rubbing the insides for a moment before I pulled my hands apart, even if just a few inches, just to test her. UI could as well do it now. She was indeed as elastic as I had hoed for her to be. She was also as tight as could be wished for.
Ofhorse I know my place, I had been bred and raised as a 'slave', only this is my first day as an owned pet, as it were. What she likes, is new to me. I'm supposed to please her in any and all ways available to me.
Even though she is responsible for feeding me and teaching me, what she is expecting out of me. Since I belong to her, I am considered an extension of her, in most every way.
She is responsible for what I do, if I do something inappropriate. If she male-treat me, it is her reputation that is damaged. Yet, she is free to do with me, as she pleases, it is entirely up to her discretion, how I live, or die.
By the looks, and feel of it, I had passed her initial examination. I'm proud, she will most likely be a good owner. It is what I hope for. It is all I could possibly hope for. I never dared to expect even this much. From my understanding, they had not spared expenses in preparing me for my owner, which pleases me, even if it is for her pleasure, not mine. Such is my place in life.
I had not even realised, what ever polish she had used for the table, on which I had placed my hooves, could make me stick to the table. Yet, it is the effect I had experienced. I can't pull them off, not as much as a single one, and not in the slightest. Why, oh why did this excite me?
What came next, as she had spread the line of lube, or gel on the rim of my hind hooves. That is a slightly different effect. Not only were my hooves stuck to the floor, they are, as if they had literally fused to the floor. She had demonstrated this effect firmly, left and right.
I had meant to leat out a faint moan, but to no avail, my lips had proven to be sealed securely. Feeling as if my muzzle had been a solid rubber? She had apparently enjoyed squeezing and caressing it enough. I guess I could grow to enjoying it.
Then her hands had moved down to my Jigglies. I was almost gasping, as she squeezed, but not a single slight noise escaped my still sealed lips. She had caressed me, and even placed her thumbs on the tips of my nibbles. Just for the joy and glory of it, I could have screamed. Maybe she preferred to have it quiet? Feeling the tips of her hooves on the rough rubberyness of my nibbles, I still lack the words.
She had moved her hands further down, finding my generous mound, teases and caressed me, even found my orchid, and it had to be in bloom after all her attention? I couldn't blame her for enjoying it. In fact, I would have blamed her, had she not enjoyed me.
There is the strange feeling, as she opened my orchid with her hands. Ofhorse she had to? I never complained. In a manner of speaking, I wish she will enjoy this more.
She had enjoyed my sealed rump. I could tell. Jus as she had broken the line of gel holding my hooves to the floor, and removed it, hoof by hoof. Then she had unlocked the frame of the table, before she slipped my hooves off of it.
She had led me back to my room, but rump and muzzle still sealed.
Once in my room, she followed me inside.
“I think it is time for some more fun. If you lie down on the floor!” she told me, and indicated where she wanted me to lie.
Curiously, I eagerly complied, awaiting something more.
She placed my right hoof up onto the wall, before she applied the line of gel along the rim, and I knew it is stuck in place. Now she picked up the left hoof.
“If you open your legs wide as I guide your hoof to the next wall?” she pointed out, indicating the wall.
I soon found my hoof pressed up against the wall she had in mind, as she lined the rim of my left hoof. With that, I'm stuck, only in my own room this time.
“I hope it isn't painful to you, and that it feels good for you!” she stated.
I had the impression she meant it, even if she wasn't required to care in the least, she could have been a Sadist, for all I knew, but she never gave me a reason to sustain such notions.
I just shook my head, indicating I had never felt any pain, then nodded as to indicate I was enjoying it. A 'Yes' and 'No' is about as much as a Play Girl with sealed muzzle could express. I never had learned to read or write. I had been chosen on the premises, or it is what I had expected.
Maybe other play girls were taught to read and write, if it was what the owner, or intended owner had desire for the play girl to be capable of doing. To me, I guess it made no difference. It was just less time focused on the matters.
The one thing I had to go on, is what this Pony was exposing me to. I never had heard what was asked, before choosing me. Maybe this was merely practice, or they reasoned it was bad for me? In the eyes of the owner.
She had merely placed me in a corner of what was to be my box. My hooves fused to the wall, in the manner of her desire. She apparently approved of my flexibility. I had had extensive practice and training in this field, as I recalled. If it was something that pleased her, I would enjoy my stay here, for as long as she chose to own me.
“Since I hope to enjoy you, for a very long time, in part due to the fact that I just moved out, I think I need to have a good taste of you. That means I'd have to eat you. Hope it doesn't bother you!” she then stated.
I saw her moving down upon me, placing her rump in my face, but she never prevented me from breathing. Step by step, she made it clear, how much she cared. Maybe I'm lucky? They had given her just the right girl, I was guessing.
Then I felt her hands on my hips, as she pressed her muzzle down on my mound. She parted her lips, before she slowly started to lick up and down the petals of my orchid. I feel her wet tongue sliding over the rough surface of my orchid. After a moment, I started to feel the first hint of an electric tingle, spreading inwards.
Had she not kept my muzzle sealed, she would have heard me moaning, within the first minute or so.
By the expression I had, she was enjoying how my orchid felt to her tongue, and my nectar must have pleased her, since she did not stop at this point, but soon started to slip her tongue in deeper. How ever much I may have desired to prevent it, I couldn't for my life control it, I can't prevent her from slipping her tongue in, or press it out. The petals, my orchid merely contracted gently around her tongue as it slipped inside of me.
Maybe I had expected a different sensation, or just lesser of a sensation, but the tingling spread inwards, as her tongue slipped deeper.
She slowed down and slipped out. But it wasn't any sign of not enjoying herself. Just that she had found what she was looking for.
She then stood up, before she turned around, and slowly descended upon me once more. Only this time, she is facing me, even if her face soon was moving towards my right nibble. Somethng told me what her interest was, she desired to taste more of me, just as she was interested in feeling my nibble, inside of her mouth? Ofhorse I couldn't complain?
She placed her hands on respective side of my body, before she placed her lips on the nibble, then parted her lips and licked it, first the tip, then the sides, encircling it all the way down, all the way to the outer rim, before she pressed her lips down firmly and gave it a tentative tug, only to be rewarded with a squire of the white juices. I felt how she enjoyed the taste.
She then sucked for a moment, and gave it a few more tugs, before she licked it off, and moved on to the left side. Licking the nibble, just like the previous time, before slipping the nibble into her mouth, tugging and sucking. There it was again, the electric tingle, and it was feeling better than I had dared to hope.
This part is something I had never been exposed to. If it was part of the final preparation, as if I had been chosen to mold around her desires? Yet, so long as she enjoyed me as I am, I'm happy. It is the best prase a play girl like me could ever hope for.
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.
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.
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?
Exploring my Neighbourhood: 9
I had feed Lemon, before I sealed her muzzle again. She had apparently adapted well to having her muzzle sealed, by the looks of it. I'm pleased, since I liked to see her smiling and happy. Somehow, her mood affected me, even if it may not reflect on my standing in the community? I didn't know, I guess I don't care too much.
I had been watching her, as she slowly empties the bottle I had handed her, not just once, or twice, but thrice. She apparently did enjoy it, more than I could have expected. Only as she put the bottle down on my table, I could clearly see her belly stand out. More so than I had expected. At least this should keep her going until I was prepared to feed her later tomorrow?
“Come!” I just cooed, indicating for her to follow me up.
She just nodded eagerly and followed me back to her room. There I indicated for her to lay on her back, her hind hooves resting on the bed of hers. I then spread her legs, before I had her hooves fused to the bed, giving her hooves a tentative tug in order to make sure I had done it properly. I then confirmed by allowing my right index finger trailing the thin seam of the gel along each of her hooves, as I had placed it on the rim of each hoof.
“That feels good for you?” I cooed to her, and she nodded.
Looking closer, her belly was filled up, so she should do well over the night and most likely for a few hours into the day? I turned the headlight off, before I left her to rest, and sleep during the night. I imagine she was turning the bed light off on her own, if not, she would prefer it on, at least during her first night at my place.
I just closed her door, before I walked down the stairs to my own room, then closing the door after me, turning the lights off, before I lay down on my bed. Just after I had turned the bed lights off, I found myself sleeping. Only to wake up early in the morning, well rested. I had had a good night's sleep. It may be my first night here too, just as it had been for Lemon. That never did stop me from sleeping.
After breakfast, I would go out, I like to see who my neighbours are. Since I live in a small village like Ponyville, Ponies like me never were required to wear clothes. For that I'm thankful, even if a Pony who is making her living by creating fashion would be less thrilled?
Once I had closed the door behind me, I left my home. I know my door will be left alone, Ponies would never go farther then knocking the door, if there is no reply, they leave me alone.
As it were, the first of my friends I came by happened to be Rarity, the boutique is open, and she is inside. I could clearly hear her, once I had opened the door.
“Come right in and share a cup of tea with me!” Rarity stated, just as she had made out who she had over.
I looked around curiously, the boutique was lined with several exciting designs, suits and dresses.
At first I thought nothing of it, only then I recognised what I had seen back home. The two forms in suit, one male, the other female. Naturaly it had to be one of each. It would complete the scene. The hind hooves looking almost as if they had been fused to it. That's how my Lemon looks, when I was playing with her.
She had dressed them up stylishly. The newest and finest designs were posed up on real life with the two, a Play Boy and a Play Girl. She is well off, by the looks, not just because she could use two of them, just to pose up her designs, but it was a clever means of her, demonstrating her designs live in this manner. No mere Manequines would do, if you're trying to please the finest and richest.
He's wearing a black suit, both pants and jacket, the white vest clearly over his jacket. He even wears white silken gloves. His hooves are black, polished to a stylish gloss.
She's wearing a black dress, showcasing her well defined features in a highly effeminate manner. Even if it is clearly a single suit, it looks as if it had been a vest over her bust. The dress reaches down to just above her hooves, matching the mate of the set.
“That sounds like too good an offer to refuse!” I offered as I walked up to where she sat, waiting for me.
As I entered the room, I noticed she was just pouring up the tea for the both of us. I look as she poured up my cup. I guess I rarely did enjoy a cup of tea on my own, but when I was offered a cup, I couldn't refuse, now could I?
She was holding the pot in the true fashion of a unicorn of high class, even though she lives in a small village like ours. I guess I'm fascinated by how she handled herself.
As I sat down, I slowly picked up the cup she had offered me, exhaling once, twice and thrice, just over the rim of the cup in my fingers.
Blowing the heated vapours away, then inhaling the scents of the tea, enjoying the moment, for as long as I could make it last. I imagine I could afford the luxury to take my good time, she wouldn't blame me.
She herself moved her cup to her muzzle, allowing it to have its time, before she slowly started to sip on her still hot brew. It is a very different brew, from what I had chosen, but I can still enjoy it, in the company of the moment. I could barely hear her as she took the next sip.
I tried my best to follow her example. Even if I'm alone with her, I still enjoyed to make a good impression, I guess it is in my nature. It is part of making everyone smile, and the small details may be more important, than the overly large once.
“I couldn't help but notice your couple design, in your boutique. I just can't quite find the words to describe what I saw. They so do lift the air of the room!” I offered, in hope I had not offended her in the least, but it is true, I couldn't come up with anything more fitting to say, as much as I desired to.
“They do carry the suits well, if I may say so myself!” she responded, just nodding.
I had another sip, then pondered, before I had a second sip, remaining quiet, trying to look my best.
“The two do make for a grand set, both the Play Couple, and the suits you put on them!” I expressed.
“Isn't that why we have them in the first place. I love working with them. They have been trained and prepared well!”she pronounced.
“I certainly do enjoy my first Play Girl. My parents bought her for me. She is good for me, like no Pony could, because she has been prepared!” I mentioned.
“I could very well imagine. Even if you don't have her dressed up, like a good girl, but why would you do that, she is intended to rice your spirits, not to hold up suits!” she teased.
“If I ever were to see yours undressed, I would see them carrying your Trade-mark. I can't imagine someone like you having them without it. It's more than mere tradition!” I spoke.
“Oh yes. They both carry an electric blue diamond. As you said, couldn't sink below that!” she responded, before bursting out in a curiously girlish giggles.
I should admit, I'm adoring both the looks of her like this, and the sound of her giggles. She had managed to do even this with an air of style that just feels fitting, even if I couldn't imagine finding anyone else matching hers. Maybe that is her charm.
“May I have another cup?” I enquired, as I finally had the last sip of the tea.
“Certainly!” she pronounced, as she magically lifts up the pot of hot tea, pouring me the second cup.
“I couldn't help but notice, you have them fused to the flour down in the boutique. I like to keep my girl, just like this too!” I observed.
“It is in a way the natural state for them to be. They are there to show the customers my designs, they are the highlight of the reaction. I like my guests to feel up close and personal to me. Even if I guess I could have another Play Girl, just for the purpose of serving me tea, whenever I'm feeling like it?” she confided.
“Yes, I guess you could. If you're really bold, you could have one tutoring your daughter Sweetie Belle. You'd have to pull her out of the public school, and she would most likely miss out on a few social things like her friends. Not that I would recommend it, but you could!” I teased in a coy voice.
“Yes, I certainly could afford it, not that anyone would raise a hoof against me. Yet, you're right, she would lose in the long run, she needs the social edge from the school, more than she needs what the tutor could give her. Cheerlie is a very talented and dedicated teacher!” she responded.
“Sometimes you make me wish I had a daughter of my own. Then I recall my duties to the communities. I have very little free time to care for her. If I'm lucky enough to be granted a daughter, and that's assuming I found someone to grant me the daughter!” I declared hotly, and with passion.
“A daughter most certainly is a fulltime job, I could attest to that in an instant. Yet, it is worth the rewards, when you know you did a good job, raising her, even despite the heartaches and pain that goes with it!” she then continued.
At this point, I stopped and took a long sip, contemplating. Then I looked up. This is the kind of situations I could enjoy. I have attention, she smiles at me. There is no effort, no responsibilities at hand. It wasn't because she is the host, I'm the guest she was to care for. Somethimes, a mare like me needs a little bit of a breathing space. This was just such an instant.
I had left her alone in her box. I had also released her hooves, for now. Still left her muzzle and rear sealed. I like her like this.
If it is because I think it keeps her more focused, I have no clues. I just like her with muzzle and rear sealed. I had left her orchid open for now. Maybe I could, or even should change this soon? I could wait a few more days, it wouldn't hurt her?
For now, I had given her a moment for herself, if it is for her to be alone, or for me? Was if for her to integrate it for herself? I had done it. It's her box, I guess that's important. Giving her a sense of home and belonging.
Later, I could have her around the house, if I desire. If it is to please me in my bed, or if it is to make my breakfast, it's all the same to me. Or I guess it should be.
On the other hoof, nothing really is, what they said it should be. Now it is up to me, teaching her to be the girl I liked her to be, rather than the girl they gave me. As considerate as it was on my parents side, she is after all my girl. I need to truly make her my girl. I don't want her to be their gift to me.
So long as I keep her sealed, she can only eat, when I allowed her. Why was this appealing to me? Aside from the fact that it was my call, almost as if I had had a pet, rather than a girl. Only now she is entirely incapable of eating on her own.
I could pin her down, just because I wanted to. It is as it should be. It's up to me. Maybe this is why they gave me this girl, rather than a pet?
I find her most comforting to keep around, she is appealing to me. Is it in the familiarity? The way I can play with her as I please. I don't want her to suffer, it just isn't in me.
I'm free to teach her everything I wanted her to do. The one thing I am not expected to, is to teach her what she wasn't instructed to learn. It isn't as if it is impossible to teach an illiterate girl to read, it just isn't supposed to happen.
If I like the girl to read, I simply buy another girl who was taught how to read. Simple and convenient it's the way of things.
For now, I'll just enjoy teaching her, what I like her to be. This starts with what I like her to enjoy. I imagine it is part of her original purpose and training.
By the way she looks, she is supposed to stick to the floor, walls or tables, or whatever other surfaces I may deem enjoyable for her to stick to. Her hooves had been prepared for it to be possible in the first place.
Just the same, her lips or muzzle had been prepared in order for me to be capable of sealing it up. It is supposed to be comfortable, to her.
I had sealed her rear, but I imagined I could as easily seal her orchid as well, if and when it pleased me.
Her muzzle, Jigglies mound and rear are all soft and elastic, in order for me to enjoy squeezing and caressing them, it is at least how I imagined it. I hope my parrents would have told me, if this wasn't the case.
Actually, I do recall this being explained at school, and very early on. Since I passed the class, it is supposed to be easy to know what kind of a girl I had before me.