I had chosen to go to the pink light district in the hopes of finding something fun. While the district itself is no fun, but rather up-tight and strict, there are a few interesting and novel establishments for me to explore.

My first choice, is the Tubes of fortune. The door is literally a wheel of fortune; but with a pink tube at the top, in place of the regular peg indicating the winning number. The wall and door are both a light pink, with a bright cerise contour.

As I enter, I notice that the floor is laid with pink Marble. Curiously enough, the details and decor is made out of lime stone. Just as the name of the district is suggesting, the local is indeed all in pink.

I see a pink girl in a red rubber outfit, behind a counter of glass and steel. Strangely enough, the counter is reminding me of a cafe, wherein sweets and baked goods would be showcased for sale. In this case; what I see is sets of glossy tubes for play.

On second thought, the girl does look as if she had been a twin of Pinkie. Aside from wearing a bright cerise lip-gloss, eye-shadow and nail-polish on her semi-square, inch long nails. While her hands are on the glass counter, I can’t see the palms of her hands, thus missing the highly sensitive touch-pads and suction-cups on the palms of her hands. A moment later, I notice how the tip of her bangs tentatively points at the mirror just under her hands, demonstratively showing exactly what I had failed to make out before.

The top she is wearing, goes from just under her head, and to the edge of her rib-cage; proudly showing off her bust and erect nipples. The skirt is fused to a pair of panties that will emphasize her assets, once the skirt is out of the way. See seems to be wearing a pair of hoof-boots, where the hooves had been coated with glistering black rubber to emphasize her hooves.

“Welcome to the Tubes of fortune!” the girl behind the counter coos, in an overly excited voice that could have been a little girl at hearth’s warming eve.

“Do I need a reservation, or do you have any openings right now?” I inquire, feeling a bit insecure in the setting I had just stepped into.

“Reservation? Here at the Tubes of fortune, you leave the reservations by the door! Opening? We pride ourselves in having openings, here at the Tubes of fortune! The question is; exactly what you are looking for; but alas, take door three!” she coos.

“Door three? Okay, I guess!” I respond, as I turn from the girl in order to walk to the door she had just indicated.

As I approach the door, I notice that it is a pink tinted metal door, a double sliding door of the type you may have for an elevator. By the side, I find a glistering black plaque with the outlines, resembling the right hand and fingers spread wide. I tentatively spread the fingers of my right hand and press the palm on the mark. While not knowing exactly what to expect, the doors instantly slide open with a whoosh of cool air. I step in and the doors quietly close shut behind my back.

Once the doors had closed behind me; I clearly hear a soothing, yet excitable tune on three tiny violins. It may be a curious choice; but I could still enjoy it, all the same.

“Welcome to the Tubes of fortune!” a voice exclaims, over the sounds of music in the rather limited space.

While the double doors are three feet wide; the room is an octagon, with a cylindrical core obscuring the other end. The steel walls had clearly been coated with inch thick, coarse, mate black rubber in order to mute the room to create a cozy atmosphere, just for me.

I feel a momentary hizz in my gut, while the room is slipping out of its original place, in order to traverse the distance to the level of my desires.

In shock, I realize I am basically walking on air, even if it is just an illusion. I feel my feet sink an inch down through the clear rubber membrane that is posing for a floor in the hall. While the floor does come out as a bit glossy, it is still coarse and grabby enough to hold me in place as I walk down the hall.

The wall looks as if laid with pink rubber tiles, just glistering in the light from below my feet. The ceiling is coated with mate, black rubber, with a pin-prick LED starskape overhead.

The hall is quiet, from the instant the doors behind me shut closed; until the door opens up before me on the other end. In the room, I can see another girl, as if she had either been a clone of the one downstairs, or her in the flesh.

“Welcome to the Tubes of fortune!” the girl coos.

“What ever she has in store for me, I am sure to enjoy it Royally!” I ponder.

“Right this way!” she continues; as she takes a step to the right, in order to make room for my entrance.

“Thank you; Miss.. Mistress.. !” I respond, as I follow her into the small room, serving as her dungeon.

Once inside, the doors close behind me. On the right; I notice a counter, exactly like the once at the entrance of the establishment. If I turn my back on the counter, I can clearly see the wardrobe, in which to hang my clothes for the duration of my visit at her dungeon.

“While you disrobe, I will pick your set of tubes!” she explains, in her girlishly excited voice.

“Oh, and my name is Pink Tubes; but just call me Pink, please!” she then adds, giggling like a little school-girl.

“Okay, Pink!” I respond, as I turn towards the wardrobe.

I pull my top up over my head, before I place it on the first hanger and leave it in the wardrobe for later extraction. From there, I slip my skirt down and leave it on the second hanger. My panties soon follows suit, hiding under the skirt.
Now I pull my shoes off of my feet, before I pull my socks of and slip them into my shoes right and left. I find myself entirely naked, as Pink is facing me after I had turned back towards her.

“I left a surprise gift, for you!” she coos, as I turn around to face her once more.

“Oh, thank you, Pink!” I respond.

I notice the glistering rubber tube in her hand. She reaches in between my legs and slip the tube into my rear orifice. I feel the clear rubber slide in, just before the tube plops and is firmly stuck in place. I had not been prepared for the insistent tightness of the river tube she had presented me with.

The tube had slipped in unhindered, with or against my permission and I had been utterly incapable of prevented the slippery rubber from entering me. The clear lubrication responsible for making my muscles tighten up around it and still relaxed enough to make it slip in is permanently glued to the surface of the tube.

“Please, explore the tube; before we continue!” she instructs me, with infinite eagerness.

I bend forwards, slightly; reaching my right hand towards the tube she just inserted. I feel the coarse rubber coating the orifice. As I slide my index finger over the surface, I realize it had slipped right in before I had actually intended for it to happen. As tight as I am, the finger slipped in

“”Please, explore your gift!” she instructs me, making me turn around to explore the interior of the wardrobe once more.

“A pair of ankle socks, with delicately sculpted details!” I point out, as I see the clear rubber toe socks before me.

I pick up the socks, right and left; slipping them on with great care, fearing I could ruin them.

“Gloves to match the socks?” I then continue, picking up the gloves, left and right; repeating the process of slipping them on.

While I focus on the gloves, she is slipping the vaginal tube in. Just like the anal tube, I am utterly incapable of preventing its entry; just as I am equally incapable of pushing it out, after the effect. I realize, the tube is plopping, just as I finish slipping the deliciously detailed gloves on.

While wearing the gloves, I have inch long, crystal clear, semi square nails; starting from just after the final joint and covering the entire tip of each of my fingers. Under the nail is the bright cerise and highly sensitive touch pad. She had also gifted me with silicon white suction cups covering the entire palm of each of my hands.

Looking down, I notice how the toe nails now are basic outlines on the tip of each toe.

“Would you explore your orchid, please!” she is cooing.

While the anal tube rendered me utterly incapable of climax, the vaginal is making my orchid slippery and wet; as if she had indeed glued on that special lubricant onto me. What I had not realized just yet, is that each tube also makes the orifice into a sculpted highly elastic rubber.

“Would you care, to try your new top on, please!” she coos, in excitement.

I pick the top she had placed in the wardrobe fore me, slipping it down and gives it a few tentative tugs in order to make sure it is on just right. I turn around, just in time to see her produce the final tube she had in mind for me, an oral one. It is after all the final orifice she had not slipped a tube into.

“I hope you like it!” she merely exclaims, as she is slipping the tube in between my lips.

I feel the clear rubber tube plop, before I had even realized she was inserting it in the first place.

“To warm you up, I want you to kiss my right nipple!” she points out.

“Ooh!” I gasp, in excitement, kissing the tip of the large nipple.

“Is she playing me, acting a part; does she truly ask me to do it, enjoying what I do for her in turn?” I ponder, momentarily fearing what is to come next.

The nipple is large, huge; and the surface is coarse and grabby under my soaking wet and slippery lips. I press my lips firmly onto her nipple, only to find myself parting my lips and the nipple slipping inside. I gulp and suck in, only to be rewarded with a firm squirt of thick juicy milk into my mouth. The effect is causing me to suck in once more, granting me a renewed squirt.

I feel the slippery milk flow down my throat, after only a handful of squirts. My face goes hot, as I realize what I am doing. While she had incited me, I had never consciously pushed this far; as much as I find myself excited by it and enjoy the taste of her.

“I thought so!” she merely coos, pushing me forwards to continue a moment longer.

“If you would not mind; your nibbles are screaming for attention!” she points out, matter of fact.

Of course she did not break character, if she was indeed playing a game. Even as she is speaking matter of fact, she does so with the utter abundance of excitement, I had grown to expect from her.

“Oh, of course!” I respond, once I manage to pull myself back from her nipple.

The rubber coating of my mouth, from the outer rim of my lips and all the way down my throat is soaking wet with the thick lubricating gel. I feel my lips contract around the nipple as I pull back; more so, than I consciously willed them to. The more I am pulling back, the stronger I feel my lips and mouth contract around the last of the nipple between my lips.

She carefully places a wet kiss on the tip of my right nipple; before she is pressing forwards and suckle just as firmly as I had, and as I had hoed she would. One, twice, thrice she is rewarded with a squirt of hot milk.

I realized, that she is pulling back from my nipple; only to place a kiss on my left nipple and repeat the process. Only this time, after the third squirt, she bit down; nibble thrice.

“Oooh!” I coo inwardly, as my lips contract and stay tightly shot; as I realize that she had managed to tease me to enjoy even this.

She pulls back, and looks me deeply in the eye.

“On all fours!” she coos, inciting me to yet new heights of excitement.

“Spread your fingers wide, and give my right hoof the attention it deserves!” she continues.

I part my lips just enough, as I place my lips on the middle of the hoof as she had instructed me. While I do, I momentarily feel her left hoof pressing down the back of my hand. I do not realize, what she had just done; before it was too late. I soon find her hoof on the other hand, repeating the process. I continue, lapping the surface of her hoof.

Of course I had noticed that the gloves gave me suction cups; but it had never occurred to me, just what these could do for and against me. Just as glue could never be strong enough to hold skin unless it was harmful in the first place; suction cups of this nature and size could never hold anything of my size and strength down. Not to say that I am particularly strong.

I start to feel wet, after a moment; and soaking wet, before she felt her hoof had enjoyed the deserved attention. Once she is pulling the hoof out from under my face, I had coated the entire hard surface with my saliva.

She did not say a word, or give any sign as to what she wanted me to do. She merely left me hanging. After a moment, I tentatively try to lift my right hand from the floor, effectively drawing a blank, as I realize that the palm of my hand is stuck on the smooth rubber floor. While I try to pull my left hand up, the result is exactly the same. I may try to pull and tug, harder; yet the result is exactly the same, both the palms of my hands are still where she had indicated for me to place them before I was licking her hoof.

“Excellent, just excellent!” she merely exclaims, as she returns.

Only this time, she had replaced the skirt with a pair of panties. While her hips look as if she had been nude, I notice what had changed. She had sprouted what could only pass for a seven inch long penis; with a large, smooth head. Her penis clearly shows of its clear rubber coating. While the rubber may still be smooth along the shaft, and coarse and grabby on the head; it is coated with a thick juicy and deliciously slippery lubricant.

“I have your reward, right here!” she merely indicates.

On her command, I pull myself up from the floor and lift my head as high as I possibly could; considering that my hands still could not come off of the floor as much as I may or may not want them to.

I kiss her, on the very tip of the head of her penis; just as she is bending down, just enough for me to read up to her. I part my lips once more, my tongue slide out and licks the tip. I continue to lap the slippery surface of the large head; as far as I am able, considering the size.

“Oooh! Oooh!” she sighs, in response.

“She knows me, only too well!” I realize, enjoying what she has fetched for my pleasures.

I find myself parting my lips further; just as she is slipping into my mouth. I instinctively contract around her: just enough to hold her in a tight, firm grip from which I could not pull back.

Once her head is sliding in deeper, and down my throat; she knows she has me exactly where she wanted me all along. I can not protest, but enjoy what she is giving me.

With every tiny move of her hips, her penis moves inside me and teases me on.

“Why does this feel so familiar and right; as strange and different as it may seem?” I realize.

It is not as if I had enjoyed to be trapped or used by a Mistress or man before. While control is not exactly exciting me, but she does certainly know how to push my buttons to tease me forwards.

I find myself excited and wet; soaking and tightly contracting. Maybe it is her hooves, I had been permitted to lick and gaze at? Maybe it is the nipple I had kissed? That had triggered my initial excitement.

Only now, I am incapable of climax and can’t slip down and lose the excitement. Of course her excitement is infectious and I can’t resist her.

I can do nothing, as she is pushing and gyrating; sighing and cooing in excitement. Then it hit me, as I feel a sharp contraction, and the orgasm is flooding my mind. Once there is one, there is another, and another. Harder, faster.

While she may stand errect, I soon find the palms of her hands on my shoulders and her fingers slowly sliding down my back. She is seeking for what is between the firm orbs of my rump.

I feel my heart pounding and feel my blood rushing. I am breathing hard, sucking in air, as best I could.

Is she even capable of tiring in the least? There is no sign of a climax coming on, either on her part or mine. She really did set me up good, right there.

Then it happens, her fingers find the spot she had been searching for, her fingers slowly and utterly effortlessly slip in and she is grabbing a firm grip. I can do nothing, but gasp inwardly; in response to her action, as she is slowly dilating my rear entrance with her fingers.

“I am like wet clay, in her hands. She desires to make something beautiful, and I enjoy every instant of her efforts!” I realize, as I feel the affectionate touch, while she is stretching and teasing me.

There is a gentle touch to her, even as she is teasing and stretching me, nothing vicious and no malice to it in the very least. I feel her tugging and pulling, ever so gently; stretching and teasing. As she lets go, she had slipped her hands back close enough, to make the flesh snapping back unobtrusive.

Her hands then slide over my rump, to reach my mound and slip into my orchid; teasing and touching the petals and thus inducing yet more pleasure to me and gilding my moment. Pinching and stretching each petal.

Once she had stimulated my vagina, she lets go of the last of the petals and slide her hands up my body; finally reaching my breasts.

Once her hands reach my breasts, she is carefully cupping them; tenderly caressing them for a good long moment, before she is moving over to my nipples. With the tip of her thumb, fore and index fingers; she is caressing my right and left nipple, respectively. I feel the coarse rubber coating of the sensitive touch-pads, as she teases me to my very limit. By the time she is letting go, I am ready to burst, as I want to scream. Yet, my lips remain tightly contracted around her shaft, as her penis is moving up and down. I feel the head, as it is sliding the full length; up and down my throat, with teasing and agonizing slowness.

With the palms of my hands stuck on the floor, while she is still in my mouth; I am simply pinned and can not escape, if I had wanted to, while she is slowly, working me down towards the inevitable collapse.

In the end, she is giving in to the pressure and lets go of her load in an orgasmic squirt.

While she is by no means going limp or flaccid, she does choose to pull out. Bending her knees and leaning forwards; with the palms of her hands firmly resting on my waist in a gentle and loving grip. I feel the head slowly slip out of my mouth, once the shaft had already slipped out.

I gasp in relief and is almost collapsing onto the floor; if not for her hands supporting me, holding me up.

“Oooh, oooh; oooh, oooh!”! escapes my mouth, over and over as each consecutive orgasm is shaking me to the core each time.

“There is one thing, I will need to serve you; before we can continue, in order for you to enjoy the rest to the fullest!” she points out, still cooing in excitement.

Before I realize what had even happened; I find her body under me, her elbows on the floor and her hands holding me up gently. She is sliding back and forth, in order for me to come into position over her. I find my lips on her left nipple.

“Please, enjoy!” she coos, in excitement; offering me her nipple, once more.

I kiss the large nipple, then licks the tip, before I manage to part my lips further and lick the sides of her nipple. At this point, my lips slide down the sides of the nipple.

Her hands slide down to my waist, stopping to have a more comfortable grip of me, as she continues to support me over her body. I find myself lowered, to lie directly on her body. While my hands still stick to the floor and thus keeping me in place.

I almost gasp, but with the nipple in my mouth I merely bite down and is rewarded with a solid squirt; as she is tightening her grip momentarily. As the squirt hits the back of my mouth, I suck hard; once, twice, thrice. Over and over, only to be rewarded with a fresh new squirt each time.

“Sweet!” I ponder, as I taste the thick, slippery juices before tit flows down my throat.

While I still is short of breath, I am not quite as exhausted as I was a moment before. Maybe she gave me just enough energy, for me to be able to continue long enough to endure the entire treat. What ever she could possibly have kept in reserve for me.

Without even realizing it, I had closed my eyes and was relaxing as I drew in the second and third squirt and my eyes remain closed as I relax.

I tentatively open my eyes, eventually; after several minutes, with her nipple still firmly all the way in my mouth. My lips still contracted around the nipple, as my lips are touching the tip of her breast.

Now I realize, she is pushing me up into the air, before she is sliding out from under me. My hands still firmly stuck in place, but what could I do about it. The more I tug, the firmer stuck the palms of my hands grew. At least, that is the impression I had.

She eventually managed to pull herself out, from under me. From there, she is slipping out in order to stand on her needs, facing me. She leans forwards, grasping my right hand. I notice her face on the floor, before she is parting her lips and starts licking the tip of each finger in turn; starting with my thumb and continuing with one at the time. I barely feel her tongue as it slide over the nail, then she is licking the touch-pad and I gasp in shock and surprised pleasure. I could never have imagined, just how acute the sensation could be; or how deep the sensation could be rocking me.

Once she had teased each of the fingers of my right hand; naturally, she continued with the left hand, repeating the process.

“Lift your hand, straight up” she suggests, still cooing.

I try, but fail utterly. I try to lift the other hand, but the result is exactly the same. She merely giggle in amusement.

Pull your hand back!” she continues.

I try to follow her instruction, but the result is exactly the same. I try to do it with the other hand, no change. None, whatsoever.

“Now, if you permit; let me show you a little trick!” she points out.

She slips her index finger in under the palm of my right hand. As she does, I feel air eagerly rush in under my hand. As air hastes in under the palm, the suction goes out the window and my hand resumes its original form. Even if I am still wearing the gloves, the effects of the gloves withstanding.

“Oh!” I merely exclaim.

“Now, could you try it?” she inquire.

I give my left a tentative tug, but it refuses to budge in the least; as hard as I may try, the hand remains in places as if it had been glued to the floor.

I try to move my hand towards me, nothing; it refuses to budge. I try to slip the hand right and left; back and forth, but to no avail, the hand simply doesn’t budge in the least.

“Oh, yeah!” I sigh, before I slip my index finger in under the palm of the hand.

I feel resistance, but the finger slip in under the hand easily enough. Once the finger does slip in, the air is seeping in and kills the suction outright. My hand is free and I can push myself up, with only moderate help from Pink, who is only too eager and happy to help.

One small detail!” she points out, as she is helping me to lean back towards the nearest wall.

She then places my right hand up in my face and holds on to my left hand. I notice her licking the touch pad of my thumb and makes my best to imitate her. While I imagine, I am not the best; but it is still surprisingly enjoyable.

Without me realizing it, she is exposing me to the effects of her presence. The more I am exposed, the deeper the effect will become and the longer it will last. As she is lapping at each of my sensitive touch-pads in turn, the sensitivity increases, and the pad grows on me. Before she lets go of my hand, the internal changes had already been initiated and are taking hold of me.

“Are you strong enough to stand?” she inquires.

As she had expected, I shake my head. She quietly steps back, teasing me in the process. Only for her, to grab hold of my right foot and start to lap the soul of my foot. I gasp; but can’t help, but enjoying the sensations she is eliciting within me. She lets go of the foot, swapping foot every few minutes. Of course, the souls of my feet are soaking wet, from her insistent lapping. I can’t complain, but am yet to realize the effects of her actions.

“I think it is time to lie down and relax!” she points out.

Oh, okay!” I respond, as I lie down with my back flat on the floor.

“Close your eyes; and I will serve you a treat, on an entirely different level!” she continues.

I close my eyes, just as she suggested. I feel her pressing the palms of my hands onto the floor; pressing them down firmly, before she is taking a step back and examining her handiwork.

She soon sit down on my belly, with her rump in my face. With that in mind, she then places her lips squarely on my orchid and parts her lips. I notice that I am mirroring her every move, as her tongue slips out and slides into my orchid.

At first, she merely licks my petals over and soaking them with her saliva. From there, she continues to lap at me, deeper and deeper, yet never really hard or fast; but slow and gentle, teasing me further and further out on the precariously thin ice.

While I may know, how one could pull my hands free; it does not help me, while both my hands are stuck on the floor to the right and left of me. I am at her mercy, but I enjoy every instant of it. I may have noticed that I am mirroring her every move, at first; but my situation is blurring the image, I soon forget how I am eating her out, just as eagerly as she is eating me. Her tongue is expertly touching me deeper than I could have imagined possible.

I feel myself contracting, with each and every orgasm; hard and fast, pinching her tongue each time. Just that I find a strange pleasure in doing it since she asked me to. She can’t blame me, when she initiated every step and every last move.

What I did not realize or notice at the time, is how she is inserting a five inch clear rubber egg in my rear orifice. It is there, and it is clearly affecting me, but as I never noticed it entering me at the time, I can’t really know how it is affecting me. It is simply there.

I feel her pull back and lift her head up, even if it is barely registering consciously. She is raising to her hooves, before she is bending over and liberating my hands from the suction binding the palms of my hands to the floor.

She is watching me, as I lie still on the floor of her dungeon; my chest raising and falling as my heart is beating hard and fast, along my now laboured breath.

“I have one final gift for you, once you can walk over to me!” she is pointing out; as I manage to push myself up to a sitting position, albeit with some effort at this point.

A moment later, I manage to push myself up to a standing position; only to be shocked by the sensations invading my perception. It is not so much the squeaking noises my still soaking wet feet make, it’s the sensations of the floor under the souls of my feet, I can not quite reconcile instantly.

“Congratulations, you certainly have earned this!” she exclaims; as she is producing a seven and a half inches, glass clear squishy rubber egg.

As I accept her gift, she is slipping up behind me; easily as if she had been a ballerina, at a world famous opera.

“Let me introduce you, to how it works!” she points out, before she is slipping her fingers into my orchid, pulling her hands forwards and dilating me in the process, as she is spreading her hands outwards.

“Now, you just slip it in with the preferred end; though I think you should try the easier option, as a less experienced girl!” she is suggesting, helpfully.

“Thank you, Pink!” I exclaim, as I follow her suggestion.

The egg is slipping inside, finding its place with practiced ease. It requires no further guidance, for which I guess I should be eternally grateful. I find myself having the look of a pregnant woman. Should I enjoy and relish, or fear and hate the looks and what comes with it? It is a gift, and one I can choose to enjoy as I please.

“Could I extract the egg, if I want to; by myself, or do I need help?” I ponder.

“Don’t worry; aside from the fact that it is perfectly you, it is easy to extract the egg any time you so choose!” she exclaims, as she is noticing the questioning look in my eyes.

“Ah, thanks!” I gasp, more relieved than I had realized I would be.

It is not so much in the fact that I did not like the looks or that I feel uncomfortable or insecure in the situation; it is more in the fact that I have a choice I had not realized I could have been robbed of.

“By the way, I think it is time to disrobe now; you are not accustomed to the suit, and you don’t need to rush into it!” she then adds.

“Oh!” I sigh, in relief.

I start by slipping the gloves off of my hands, followed by slipping out of the socks I had been wearing from the time I entered the room.

“You can take them with you, or keep them here in case you are uncomfortable with wearing them at home or without my supervision!” she is assuring me.

"Oh, and let me help you with the tubes; so I can demonstrate how to extract them, while I am at it!” she offers.

“I was not aware of it, but if there is a special trick in extracting the tubes; please feel free to explain!” I respond, sighing.

I lick my lips in excitement. Pink is extracting the oral tube with great ease, as if she had done nothing else. I feel the tip of her finger slide in under the rip of the tube at the outer rim of my lower lip; then she is slipping another finger in under the rim of the tube in my mouth, grip the tube and pulls it out. She almost game me the impression, it had been easy to pull it out, but that’s a grave mistake.

Before I realize it, she had extracted the smaller egg, from my rear orifice. Now she is repeating the process, as she is extracting the vaginal and anal tubes one by one in turn.

She walks over to the wardrobe and leaves my tubes there, for me to take with me or leave as I please. As I turn around, I notice how the tubes are safely stored in their individual pages in which to store them for later use.

I had noticed, how something changed; at the moment she was extracting my anal tube, now, only a moment later I feel the effect as I am hit by the climax built up from the instant the tube had been inserted.

“If you want, you could still enjoy a last squirt?” she is suggesting, with eager generosity.

I quickly accept her offer and kiss her on the right nipple, lick it and suck it into my mouth. As I draw in air, I am rewarded with a new squirt. As I continue; I am distracted, thus not noticing how she is once more licking each and every one of my still very sensitive touch pads at the edge of each of my fingers. In the process, she is confirming unconscious choices and reaffirming the changes caused by wearing the gloves.

I think I need to slip the top of before I go; even if I guess I am free to take it with me!” I point out, as I let go of the nipple and step back.

I had indeed enjoyed her nipple; and more so, than I had expected. In fact, I still do enjoy it and the squirts of milk she granted me. Had I been this excited by lactation before, if so, I had not realized it.

"Oh, but of course!” she responds, taking a step back to give me room.

I slowly and somewhat reluctantly pull the top up over my head and hang it in the wardrobe. She bends over and places her lips on the tip of my right nipple and kisses it. I feel her licking the nipple and taking it into her mouth. She nipples a few times and suck hard, granting herself a stiff squirt in the process. A few squirts later, she pulls back; before she is repeating the process with my left nipple.

“That, that; that was delightful!” I merely respond.

“Yes, wasn’t it!” she intones.

In hindsight, the nails looks good on me as they are now, and I guess I could get used to the touch pads too. I am still a bit unsure about the suction cups, they force me to be more careful with my hands.

My lips are metallic bloody red, and glistering as if I had coated them with thick, clear lubrication. Of course my lips are still more elastic than before, and my mouth will stay prone to contract on instinct for time to come.

Should I be bothered by my enlarged nipples and their tendency to lactate at odd times; just because I was excited or touched.

“Why do I feel the desire for you to lick my feet again?” I inquire.

“If it makes you excited, I would very much love to do it for you! Just follow me!” she exclaims, as she is walking to the waiting room just outside.

I follow her out and sit down as she is indicating a chair. I lift up my feet and she is kneeling before me. She is holding my ankles eagerly, licking the soul of my right foot; toe by toe and then the rest of my foot. She is repeating the process with my left foot.

Before I had the time to react or protest; she is spreading my legs and leans forwards even further. I find her face planted squarely on the top of my mound and she starts licking the petals of my orchid with eager and excited care. Once she had coated my petals, she is slowly advancing, slipping inside and sliding further and further in, inside me until she had reached as far as her tongue would permit.

While she is eating me, her hands are sliding over my hips and all the way back over my rump, son her finger slide inside the orifice and carefully grip the rim and caress me from the inside and out.

When she is finally letting go of my rump, and pull her tongue out of my orchid; my feet are once more dry, as if she had been drying them off with a soft towel for an hour. She had not, but I certainly had enjoyed the time.

Her lips slowly withdraw from my now soaking wet orchid; before she is sliding out from over me. I notice, how she is now pushing my legs together; while still grinning her excited grin. Had she enjoyed the taste and sensations of eating me as much as I had?

I slowly rise to my feet, on wobbly legs, after several more orgasms. I am hit by the climax, while I am led back to the wardrobe with my clothes. I could not go outside, without wearing clothes.

“I take it you enjoyed your time with me!” she pronounces.

“Yeah.. yes, I most certainly did!” I respond; mumbling somewhat incoherently, at first.

It had been a hard, trying time; yet it had been the effort on my part.

As much as the experience has already taken out on me, but I will still be challenged in so many other ways as well. The nails and the touch pads should be easy enough, to get used to. Not sure of the suction cups just yet; but they do seem fun enough, if you look at it all from the playful side.

I still do enjoy walking around in the room, even if I guess I may consider walking on my toes in order to lessen the excitement. Do I try to lick my toes, or do I find someone whom I could convince into helping me out?

I may consider buying new shoes and socks, considering the change in disposition and how the sensitivity and sensitivities are tipping the scales for me.

I am not sure, I could look at eggs; in quite the same way, ever again after this experience. While I may not have been the fan of drinking milk before; but she certainly changed my view, on that item to the core.

While I had enjoyed my time with Pink, I will have to depart at some time. Sadly, my time here is coming to an end, shortly.

I walk to the wardrobe, open the door and extract the top. I manage to slip the garment on, with little to no challenge. As I look down, something occurs to me; I will have to extract that egg, giving me a look, as if I had been pregnant. My clothes did not conform enough, to be comforting right now. I would simply have to acquire a new wardrobe to support this. Something I plan to do, and soon.

“Uhm, could you help me pout here? I am a bit new to this!” I point out.

“Oh, certainly!” she responds.

I turn away from the wardrobe, and she is right there; extracting the egg with practiced ease.

“Thank you, Pink!” I exclaim.

“You are quite welcome!” she merely nod in response.

I pull out the panties and step into them; before I extract the skirt from the wardrobe, stepping into it. Now I pull out the socks, right and left; before I slip them onto my feet and step into my old shoes.

“I will just have to get used to this!” I tell myself; biting my tongue, in irritation.

“How do I carry the new items, if I want to take them home with me?” I inquire; “In case I was permitted to take them with me?” I ponder.

“I think I have exactly what you are looking for, if you would accept it!” she answers, handing me a comfortable looking back pack with room for all the specific items.

“Thanks again, Pink!” I respond.

Without further adue, she is slipping the eggs in the upper and lower cases, before she is slipping the tubes into the right side case for them in order.

“There, ready to go!” she points out, helping me to slip into the new back pack.

With the clothes on, and the back pack firmly and comfortably on my back, I am indeed ready to go.

“Thank you, Pink; have a nice day, and see you soon!” I point out, as I walk towards the door.

“Thank you, for coming; have a nice day, and I very much hope so see you too!” she responds.

Of course, I had identified myself with my palm on the way in, so I guess that is all I really did need. There is a plaque on the way out, by the side of the elevator, just as I had one on my way in. I place the palm of the right hand on, with my fingers spread as wide as I could possible manage, thus concluding the deal, as I am leaving.

--- The End ---

Author's Note

Next book,

Without Consent, Under the Spell of Black Tubes