Mistress Pink’s Larger Domain

I had found what I was originally taking for black paint and a nice high gloss top finish. Painting the walls wasn’t much of a challenge. If I am to say so myself, this does look much better, for what I had in mind.

Of course it wasn’t paint in the traditional sense, even if it was easy to use as paint. Once I had painted the walls, they are pitch black, only with the shiny finish to them, after the final effort to it.

What I had not predicted is how the rubber would affect the walls. Maybe that is for the better, but I do love what it did to the place.

Since I had painted even the doors in the same black, you can’t see where the walls end and the doors begin, which is a strange feel to it.

I sit down in a corner, pondering the situation. Then I apply a clear gel to my orchid and my nibbles. From there I continue with a glowing cerise for the orchid, and a similar rubber gel on top of my nibbles. The effect is quite dramatic, just the way I had intended it to be. You see it clearly down here in the dark. I did not feel the need for much light here, right now. Just enough to see where I was going.

While I am at it, I cover both my hooves and hands in a clear gel. Once the gel had cured, I apply a sparkly pink gel to the hooves and nails. Admiring the effect for but a moment, before I apply the high gloss clear gel to my hooves and hands This constitutes for a pair of boots and gloves I can play with, any time I like.

I paint the tip of each finger with another semi-clear highly elastic cerise gel, from right under the tip of the nail to the first joint under each finger. After this, I apply the same gel to the sole of my right and left hoof.

Then an idea hit me and I place my right hand on my mound and allow the tip of my index finger rub the upper tip of my orchid for but a moment, just to see how it was to feel. A moan escaped my lips before I managed to withdraw my hand, not that I kept it there for all that long. If I am to confess, it did feel great.

At this point, I place my left hand on my left Cup-Cake, allowing my thumb and fore-finger to squeeze the nibble and rub it slightly in the process, just to experience it. My nibble feels almost as if it had been made of elastic rubber, but several times as sensitive as I could recall it from the previous times I had had the time for myself. I do love exploring myself from time to time. This is the way we mares are.

I may be more excitable than most, at least it is my impression of things. Yet, how else am I to see the world? I know I never do forget anything, so every impression I have stick to me. Every stray word, every forced smile or raised eyebrow, they are my impressions of the world around me. I have the habit of interpreting them and know I have managed expertly by now.

Funny thing, my habits have me all over the place, throwing parties, selling pastries, cakes and sweets at the Sugar-Cube Corner, pushing pranks and hanging out with my friends, most of the time.

When I do things, it is all in good fun; I love fun, after all. Parties, pranks and friends are fun, so they are all with me. I guess I have more friends than just every other Pony. Who else is a friend of as many as I am, starting with most every Pony of Ponyville. Ad to that the others, like Donkeys, Mules and what not. I can’t discriminate on this, it would merely rob me of a friend and all the fun.

Only now, I had another silly idea, applying gel to my lips, before I paint them in a clear sparkly red. Only to apply the high gloss finish as a final effect. I lick my lips as I finished, just for the feel of it. Just to realize the effect of my saliva covering the cured rubbery gel that I painted my lips with. It threw me into a tizzy, if you will.

Once I had licked my lips, I realize, there is no turning back, I had to follow through. With that, I place my right hand on my mound and allow my fore-finger to play over the tip of my orchid. In my heightened state, I soon found myself moaning. I did not care if anyone hears me now, maybe I was simply too excited in the first place. Besides, I feel fairly secure in my knowledge of the building, there was no way one Pony or otherwise would hear me from down here. Not a chance in Tartarus.

My other hand soon found its place just under my left Cup-Cake, before my thumb and fore-finger pinched the nibble, before slowly, carefully and gently rubbing it. I could feel the tip of my fingers, as I started to tease myself. I had to, or it wouldn’t be right.

My orchid feels like stiff rubber, but highly elastic. It isn’t exactly smooth, but fairly coarse to the touch, making me feel every tiny movement the tip of my finger does as it slips along the rim of my orchid, before it moves further inwards.

The friction did not make me feel any uncomfortable heat or make me soar as one may have expected. Maybe it is the elasticity that allowed me to tease myself further.

About a minute later, or was it five or ten minutes later I came. I guess I knew it, it was the intent and what I had expected, after all. I guess fun isn’t the word, but rather exciting, but I love it all the same.