Author's Note
Ms. Rarity's POV
Enter the Dungeon: 1
I had just had one of my usual treats at the SPA, Lotus had worked wonders and her massage is just divine if I am permitted to say it to her.
Now I trot down the back and down a flight of stairs; where I find a black Pony standing by the door: wearing the hood, top; stiffly erect, frilly skirt with integrated panties and a pair of gloves and boots, all in glistering bloody red rubber. No Pony is black, or wear an ensemble like this in the open daylight. On that note; this is Lotus’ Dungeon, and we are safe from Celestia’s daylight here.
“Greetings, mi’Lady. Welcome to the Lotus Dungeon!” Cerberus pronounced in an excited voice.
“Thank you, Cerberus!” I responded as I entered the hall.
The floor, walls and ceiling is clearly covered in a deep red gem. The crystals are gleaming in the sparse light from the torches held in place along the right wall.
“One, Two, Tree .. !” I read numbers on the gates of the left wall.
The heavy black stone doors had made me gasp as I entered this hall the first time. They are still promising a stark image in my mind as I see them even now, after numerous visits here in the Dungeon.
“Greetings, mi’Lady. Welcome to the Dungeon, this is your cell!” Cerberus pronounced.
“Than you, Cerberus. I am looking forwards to enter!” I responded.
“Step right in and Lotus will tend to you, mi’Lady!” she responded in a deep and yet effeminate voice as she opened the door for me.
I walked into the small room, only to hear the door slam shot behind me with a loud thump. Yet, I am not alone in the still dark room.
“Greetings, Ms. Rarity. Have a seat, please!” Lotus prompted as she set her eyes on me a moment after I had entered the room.
“Greetings, Lotus!” I responded.
Is she was the genuine mare, or one of her stand-in Changelings doesn’t make any difference right now. She does exactly the same job, looks the same and I feel the same as I leave her little cell.
I walk to the chair in the middle of the room, where it stands on the floor. As I reach the point I place my large rump on the clear rubber seat with a stainless steel spine covered in clear rubber, reaching all the way up to the neck. On the side, she has the armrests, on the right and left. I could also see the two spines covered in clear rubber reaching down to the detachable hoof supports.
As I place pressure on the seat I feel myself instinctively contract as the lubricated plug effortlessly slip in as if I had been fully open. Just as I can’t consciously refuse to contract, I am equally incapable of refusing the entry or push it out after the effect. Even if I could have pushed at the stiff plug in clear rubber, there is no chance to push it out once I am contracted.
After a moment I feel it plop as it is pushing in, before if distinctly is pulling back and thus effectively pinning me down onto the seat of rubber on which I am sitting.
“Excellent! Now, if you would please put on your boots?” she exclaimed, instructing me on what I was expected to do.
“Thank you, Mistress!” I responded and pick up the right boot and slip my hoof in, feeling the rubber eagerly expand in order to swallow my hoof.
As I had managed to push the right hoof all the way down I feel the clear rubber glow, before it contracts fully and stick to the hoof. Of course I continue with the left boot, repeating the process as she instructed me to. Once I had put on both boots, I feel a momentary tingle and heat under the sole of my hooves; but this is soon out of my mind.
“Put on these gloves, please!” she added to the previous instruction.
“Yes, of course. Thank you, Mistress!” I responded as I accepted the clear elbow long gloves.
Sliding the right hand in and pulling it all the way in, taking a moment to ascertain that it is on properly and comfortably. Once I had managed to put the right on, I complete the process by slipping the left clove on.
“You need a top, Filly! Put this on, please!” she added.
I accepted the garment, naturally; then I slide it down over my head with both my arms reaching for the ceiling, feeling the slippery material slide down eagerly and stop as I had adjusted the garments a few times in order to get my jigglies and cherries in the correct positions within the tight and restricting garment.
“Excellent, Excellent! Now you have earned yourself a moment of freedom for the next step. If you would put these panties on, please!” she continued.
“Thank you, mistress!” I echoed and accepted the panties she had handed me.
Of course I am not deserving of a stiff and frilly skirt like the one Mistress Lotus is wearing, or even the one Cerberus was sporting. I am just for mistress to play with as she pleases.
As I had accepted the panties, I could feel how I was pushed open from under the seat and rose to my hooves before I chanced to anger her and lose the short-lived freedom she had just granted me.
As I stand up, I slowly and carefully step into the panties; left and right, before I pull them all the way up. I feel the clear rubber swallowing me eagerly and then contract around my hips and holding on.
“Now, for the final item! Put thins on and confirm that you belong to me, please!” she prompted as she presented the hood for me to wear.
“Thank you, Mistress!” I offered as I eagerly accepted the hood.
Naturally; I am accepting everything she is offering me, or I would never have entered the Dungeon in the first place. I had chosen to enter this room and thus accepted the role that came with it.
I hold the hood eagerly in both my outstretched hands for a moment, looking up into her face with pleading eyes. As she nodded, I lift the hood up and slip it down over my head. At first nothing happened, then I feel a tingling sensation spreading out over my head as the rubber is contracting around my entire head. That is that and the choice is made. I am hers and can’t take the hood off of me, just as I can take of none of the garments I am wearing. They may be made out of clear rubber, glistering even in the sparse light, but they represent the role and will hold me to it until she chose to let me out.
Looking at my outstretched right hand before me, I can clearly see the changes now. Not just is the hand a glistering rubber, but the palm is now a slippery suction cup, while the pads have grown more defined and considerably coarser by the looks of it. My nails are still the same semi square and deep purple, while I no longer can see the distinct border between the shiny gloves and the white skin on my arms at the elbow.
As I look down, I see the glistering rubber formerly covering my hooves, now coating it more as if it had been a lacquer to the point of being a skin and thus an actual part of the hooves. I imagine the same changes that I observed on my hand had occurred to the hooves. Oh, but why shouldn’t they? I do have distinct recollections from previous visits that would support the sensation of the image as well.
A Lady is a Lady; all by herself and in her very own right, just by acting like one. Yet; sometimes the Lady craves something more, like the firm hand of a Master or Mistress.
Rarity certainly does have her discipline down to an art, none is doubting her there. Yet; she still does have the special and secret cravings, while she doesn’t have the special some Pony at home performing this part. A little sister or daughter is certainly not the same thing.
The wall had opened up and offered the first glimpse into the inner cell, where some of the more delicate and enjoyable activities are held or performed.
There is a full-size mirror between the inner and outer door to this inner sanctum, or safe room. I could afford it a few glances on my way into the inner room.
What I see; is firstly the clear rubber glistering as it is coating my face like a second skin. The border between where the hood originally covered my face and the uncovered coat on my neck now blurred out. I can’t quite put a nail on the exact point where one ends and turns into the other. There is one obvious difference between my current looks and what I looked like before I donned the hood; my previously cyan to light blue eye shadows are now a silver metallic.
Further down; I can see my cherries matching her bright coat, aside form the obvious effect of the clear rubber, shimmering and glistering over the top of my chest.
Further down still; I see the clear rubber covering the entire expanse of my generously wide hips. Clear rubber shimmering brightly.
Of course, my deep purple hooves now glistering from the rubber coating them Only now they act as highly elastic suction cups, while the soles of my hooves clearly are highly sensitive and excitable like never before; that is, unless you count my previous visits to her Dungeon?
The moment passed, and I stepped into the inner sanctum. The next moment, she seemingly nonchalantly slammed the heavy door shut with her right hind hoof; before turning her full attention back to me.
“Just a few more steps, please? There, that is just right!” she prompted, as I continued to walk towards the wall.
In the end; I had stopped only three feet from the wall, still facing the door through which I had just entered the room.
“If you could open your legs wide, please? Then point your hooves sixty degrees out; right and left, respectively!” she continued.
Slowly, carefully I followed her instructions to the letter; the way I knew she enjoyed to see. It takes discipline to follow her instructions, and this was but the first in a line of demanding tasks for me to complete.
“Now, if you would lean back and bed your back as far back as possible!” she continued, as I feel her right hand on my shoulders.
I knew she had been there all along, even before her hand had reinforced the feeling well beyond any doubts. I couldn’t ignore the sounds of her hooves; as light as she may be on her hooves, even in here on the hard floor.
“Excellent, just excellent!” she told me as I bent further and further back with just her hand as guidance.
When you are fully relaxed before you start, it is only your trust and your physique that can get in your way. My trust in her is close to infinite at this point, I had after all chosen to go to her in order to endure and enjoy this service in the first place. The physic is exemplary, after years of hard work and an exercise regime to boot. Flexibility has always been paramount, and I can take pride in my work thanks to it.
“There, almost there! Just a few inches more, and you can feel the floor under your pads!” she continued in her crisp, stately voice; even if the excitement was shining through.
As the floor rose up to greet my pads, I feel the touch instantly and acutely in a warm tingling sensation. In discipline, I feigned ignorance; and noticed a smile on her face as she noted it. My Mistress values discipline in her servants and slaves as highly as she values in herself and her fellow Mistresses.
“Move your right hand a step forwards!” she prompted while she permitted her hand to remain under my back as support.
Naturally; I moved the hand forwards, just as she had expressed and exacted the step forwards. Just as far as I knew from experience. Inch by inch my hand is moving forwards, while I rest my weight on the left hand that is still firmly on the floor. Even if I can feel her right hand under my back, I merely relay on it as a rein that leads me to where she wanted me to go. If I could have relayed on it as support, as I had the first few times; I no longer require it, in order to perform her task. She knew exactly how far she could push me toward my limits, and right now I am not even close to these limits to begin with.
“Move your left hand forwards a step in turn!” she prompted, as I had placed my weight down on the right hand enough to lean on it.
To be in the pose of the bridge is uncomfortable, but that is mostly due to the sensation of having your head upside down and the issue of your trust in your very own flexibility. My head is still upside down, but I trust in how far I can flex and bend. Besides, I trust in my Mistress to be there for me if and when I need it.
“If you move your right hand, and rest it on the side of your left hand? Excellent!” she pronounced; as I moved the right hand forwards in compliance to her order, once more.
“Now; move your right hand a foot to the right, and bend it thirty degrees out to the right!” she continued as she saw my arm move and the hand slowly landing on the indicated spot.
“Finally; if you move your left hand a foot to the left, and bend it thirty degrees out to the left!” she continued.
“Focus on your right hoof, and imagine holding on to the floor. It is imperative that you do not let go of the floor!” she instructed sternly, but still with a warm voice.
“Yes, Mistress!” I responded and made my best to follow the instruction.
I know my hooves are suction cups and that I do have a limited ability to control and hold on to a smooth surface like the floor on which I am right now.
“There; if you focus on your left hoof, then hold on to the floor. Remember that it is imperative to hold on!” she continued in the same voice.
“Yes, Mistress!” I responded and followed the instruction.
It is hard to picture yourself holding on to a smooth, flat surface; even more so if it is your hoof you are using in the exercise. Yet, I have done this a few times before and have a fair idea as to what I am doing. She had complimented my grip of it in the past.
“Press your right hand down onto the floor as hard as you can and hold on the best you can. It is imperative to hold on and not lose the grip in the slightest!” she continued.
“Yes, Mistress!” I responded and pressed my right hand down and held on for dear life.
“Press your left hand down onto the floor as hard as you can and hold on the best you can. It is imperative to hold on and not lose the grip in the slightest!” she continued.
“Yes, Mistress!” I responded, following the instruction to the letter.
“Now, for a small test. I know you will pass!” she pointed out.
With that, she walked up to me and walked around me once. As she stopped at my right hoof, she gripped it and gave me a tentative tug and thus feeling the effect of my effort. As she let go, she moved on to my left hoof and repeated the process with the same result. From there she moved up and picked up my right and left wrist in turn, giving me the tentative tug.
“Excellent! Excellent!” she exclaimed as she had ascertained herself and in turn me that I had managed to follow her instructions as she expected.
“Excellent?” I pondered, then I had actually performed exemplary; she is most pleased with me, today.
Every time she pronounced Excellent, I had been doing well and thus pleased her. Yet, it is a clear fact that I was getting better at this and am thus holding on firmer with each and every time. If only I had realized just how good I had become and the effect of exploring this fantasy of mine? Yet; that is too late to ponder right now, I am here and my hooves and hands are on the floor. There is no turning back, or regretting the result now.
Like always; she had put a stern emphasis on how important it is to hold on, thus helping me to push any distractions out of the way. She had taught me to make it into an unconscious reflex by now, I can’t just choose to lift a hoof or hand without actively over-riding the grip on the floor first. Maybe this effect was exciting me more, or even more than I had realized.
I had found it exciting to feel her hand around the calf or wrist in order to see if she could pull the hoof or hand off off the floor. Only she was smiling at the failure to pull either free, as if she had desired it all along.
Now I can see her looking at me, scratching her head thoughtfully as if she considered how to pull my hooves and hands free from the floor. Only she had a very different idea in mind, and I knew what she was playing at. Not that I dwelled upon it.
After a while she walked up towards me, facing my front. Once she got a foot from my mound, she produced a tube; then carefully and casually slipped it into my orchid. Once I felt it slide in, all previous thoughts slipped my mind. I had felt myself contracting instinctively; on the instant the seemingly flimsy two inch long and thin, clear rubber tube touched me. The next instant, I had realized that I am incapable to prevent it from entering me and thus penetrating me. I had felt it slide all the way in, until it is covering the orchid; from the outside and in.
Once it is in place; it is a part of me, just as the hood, top, panties, gloves and boots already are from the moment the hood was on. The tube is exceedingly elastic; yet surprisingly hard and adamant to the touch, while also being thrice over coarse on the surface in order to enhance and reinforce my sensitivity and excitability to the limit.
I never saw where she was hiding the tube; but while in the stance of the bridge, it is very hard to see her before me. Now she merely repeated the process, as she slipped the next tube in from behind; the result is almost identical. That all by itself can be a shock, but I have started to find this even more exciting now.
With my rear orifice now highly to incredibly elastic, I am open to her next point. She merely holds this deep purple ball in her left hand and push the fist in from behind. Naturally; I am incapable to prevent her delicious little act.
Of course; I know what the suit feels like, both before and after the hood came on. She prompted me to explore it, and myself the first time. She had even told me to explore this on a few occasions after that, both before and after the regular session. She commonly does this when she has an extra spot open on her otherwise busy schedule.
Each and every garment in and of themselves just feels like smooth and elastic rubber. This aspect doesn’t change when I put them on, or pull them off of me.
As I put them on, I can feel how they cover my body as if they are my skin. I feel the touch as if I had been nude, both with and without the hood on.
I can feel both my orchid and rear orifice; as if I had been nude while wearing them, even if the smooth rubber is flowing over my flesh.
Everything is there; the folds or petals, the little knob and the tunnel to the womb and the womb itself. I never really examined it any further, but I don’t know the biology enough to know what I would be looking for in this case anyway. I had probed the rear orifice and that is just the way it was before I put the panties on as well. There is little to nothing exciting to search for, as far as I know.
My chest is basically identically in and out of the rubber top. I have my jigglies exactly where I am used to find them. My cherries are the same light purple in and out of the top as well. Why should there be any difference?
While the hood is on, my ears still are on top of my head, firmly perked up in excitement due to being in her Dungeon. I can open and close my eyes as usual, even if the eye-shadows change from my usual cyan to light blue. If I open my mouth, I have my teeth and tongue just as before as well. Even if my head is more elastic while the hood is on.
Looking at my hands; they look the same, even though my nails are somewhat longer; but the same deep purple. The pads may be more defined and pronounced, but otherwise the same. Of course, the palms of my hands turns into suction cups as I slipped the gloves on, and this effect is further pronounced and emphasizes as I put the hood on. My hooves turns into suction cups and this effect changes the same way as the palms of my hands as I slip the hood on.
The real changes come with the tubs she is inserting in my orifices, even if she sometimes enjoys teasing me with a pair of pasties for my cherries as well.
I have the idea that she is choosing these on a day to day basis, based on her mood and how she thinks is the best way to tease me. On that note; she does enjoy pushing me just one step farther than before, just for the kick of it; or if it is for her own needs at some level. I guess she knows just which once I need to reach the goal she set up for me, when I am down here with her.
