Author's Note

Slender Haze's POV

A Slender Perspective: 3

I had slipped into the suit Vinyl’s Glow had crafted for me, it had felt great. Just as tight as I had asked for. Then I had felt the effect of what I had specified, the tubes filling me up.

Once Silver Lining had sipped up the suit, I could feel and sense the changes as my body had turned into the solid rubber, just as I had requested. Of course, this is when I had stepped into the red boots and walked into the small room we have for private play. I could see him as he stood behind me; that much was expected. We had installed the mirrors for this very reason. Why else bother with them; if not for the chance to see the other from the side one could not see.

Having a long-standing relation to Vinyl’s Glow gave me a fair idea as to what I could order and what to expect out of the items and garments crafted. This latest order had not been a disappointment, as far as I had tried it out, even if it was just the suit and the boots. I have not yet tried out any of my tubes.

Vinyl’s Glow is a skilled and experienced designer of suits and items. The reputation is earned several times over. At least it is in my book. It is why I come back for more. The relationship is purely that of a customer who enjoys the crafter’s work and accomplishments.

Once I had found myself on the intended spot in the room, I had done, what I had to do. The boots certainly do hold up to the promise. Even if the initial tugs had been merely tentative, I learned just how firm the grip is. The boots feel as if they are my hooves. As much as I may try to pull free; that wasn’t an option at this time.

With the suit sipped tight, I had now become that rubber doll I had been dreaming of for several weeks. The sleek rubber is my body, not merely my skin of a simple suit. There is no out of it as long as the sipper is in effect.

Now I could clearly feel his hoof on my rump, just the way I had expected it, the way I wanted it to be. His firm hoof confirming my deepest dreams and what my senses had already told me.

As his experienced and sensitive hoof explored me, I feel it slipping over the slipper, smooth rubber. Only squeaks escaping as I had tentatively given each and every one of my hooves their respective, tentative tug. The same reward for his prodding and probing my rubber body. It is how a proper rubber doll behaves, what was expected out of it. I am just as smooth, slipper and sleek as I had asked for.

Naturally I could sense, feel and hear my breath quickening, just as my hear was. This is the effect of Silver Lining teasing me in his exploratory efforts and joys.

This is as painfully delightful as I desire it as it had been horrifying if I had not. Knowing full well that he felt the same thing. He loves what he is doing, desires me the way I am.

I feel his left hoof slipping into my rear, just under my tail, incapable of doing anything about it, had I tried. A whimper or scream is all I could have done in protest at this point.

Yet, my only reaction upon his efforts is to instinctively tighten up around him and thus feeling him all the more acute. Moans of pleasure and joy escaped my lips as his pushed the advantage. Knowing there was nothing I could do about it.

Once he placed his muzzle on my mound, I felt the next effect as I once more tightened up around him, directly upon first contact. Contracting around him once over, again and again with each and every time I came. No climax in sight. Feeling how my juices coated my orchid from the inside and out all the way over my mound. Feeling him eagerly lap away at the sweet juices. The only effect is to push me further, coming faster and faster.

My breath soon turning into heavy panting, while my hear quickened as he went on and continued until he had exhausted himself and thus forced him to withdraw to his bed.

Standing up, with only the freedom to come and keep coming. Panting throughout the entire night as he lay spent in his bed.

My only company the squeaks from body and hooves with every little change in pose on my part. Hooves firmly stuck on the floor from the first tentative tugs after I had stomped my hooves on the floor. The harder I pull at my hooves, the firmer the grip would grow. Only now, I had no energy to spare.

The solid rubber of my body rowing warmer by the minute as I keep coming. Eyes closed, focusing on the internal sensation he had slipped into me the last night. Bit by bit, the world slipped out, as if it was no longer there. I feel myself coming and the excitement it came from.

I hardly felt the tube slipping into me from behind. He had apparently chosen the clear, glistering set. The sensations lingering for a moment longer, before it slipped out of focus.

A final tube slipping in, into my mouth, covering my muzzle, holding it in a firm grip, before he returned his attention to my rear end. That is when he pushed me over and I peaked, but there still is no climax.

The tubes had finally made it possible, aiding me in the efforts to separate my inner feelings from the outer world. Peaked and locked in continuous orgasm over and over. Liberated and in a bliss from which I could not escape.