Conscious Consent

I had agreed to partake in a scenario, and placed my sign of consent onto the contract.

The scenario includes the insertion of a dull set of tubes, the application of plot-gel and lubrication; before the actual adventure could begin, and that I was to insert the tubes all by myself.

Each tube, designed to be inserted in a specific orifice; starting with the oral tube, followed by a tube into my anal and vaginal cavity, before the final tube was to be inserted into my belly button.

“Why do I need a tube, inserted into my belly button?” I ponder; “But it could not hurt, so I ignore that until I get there!” I continue.

I had ignored the details, that were looking insignificant; maybe I should have paid attention, to these details?

I knew, I had to be nude; but that does go with the nature of the scenario, I had just agreed to. The scenario is of adult or mature nature, so the nudity had been expected or otherwise implied.

“This should be an exciting distraction!” I ponder, as I am stepping into the changing-room; “I certainly could make use, of something fun; as a distraction, right about now!” I continue.

I close the door behind me, as I am scanning the fairly small room. It is a changing-room, so it feels natural that it is small and cozy. I have a solid hardwood bench on the right, and a locker on the left. It is unlocked, and has room for my clothes inside. There is also a small inner safe, containing the items I am supposed to use within the confines of these scenario.

I pull my top up over my head, before I hang it on the first hanger in the locker. Now I slip the skirt down, before I pick it up, and place it on the same hanger, under the top.

“Whoa, this scenario is really exciting me; more than I had been expecting!” I realize.

I step out of my shoes, right and left; before I am pulling my socks of, placing them into the right and left shoe, respectively. With that I am slipping my panties down; before I am picking them up, hanging them under my skirt.

Since I had just undressed, I am stark naked; where I am standing on the glossy, black floor. The ceramic tails had been coated with a clear coat of coarse, yet squishy silicon. Maybe it is not all that thick, but it gives me a solid grip on the floor and is feeling warm under the soles of my bare feet.

There is no window in the room, but I have pin-prick LED light in the form of the night-sky. The light is sealed into place, with mate, black silicon.

“Here goes nothing!” I mumble; “Time to perform the insertions, starting with the oral tube!” I ponder.

The tube I am looking for, is obviously the one that is metallic bloody red. How convenient. Though it is also sporting the contours of my lips, forming an excited smile.

“I guess that would make sense!” I ponder, as I am picking up the first tube.

The tube is thin, and smooth to the touch; somewhat cold, as I pick it up. The flimsy item, feels almost weight-less; but that would have been expected, considering just how small it is.

After a moment of contemplation, I am moving the tube towards my lips; slowly sliding it in between my lips, feeling the smooth silicon slide in eagerly and positively a bit too effortless. Almost as if it had been actively supporting my action.

“Whoa!” I exclaim, in the initial excitement; “That feels surprisingly good!” I continue, as the tube is slipping into place.

“How is this flimsy tube possibly able to mute me?” I ponder, just as I feel the initial effect of how the membrane is starting to slide into my mouth.

As the membrane is sliding in, I feel it applying pressure; pushing out, almost as if I had been slipping a fairly large plug into my mouth. Inch by inch, the membrane progresses; continuing all the way into my mouth and continues down my throat.

“Oh, oh; ooo..” I exclaim, suddenly cut short as the membrane had reached my vocal cords.

“Whoa, that was unexpected!” I realize; “But it is, exactly what the details of my chosen scenario had stipulated!” I consider.

“I could probably extract the oral tube, if I change my mind; but I had signed the contract, and I am going to complete this scenario!” I ponder, determined to complete what I had set before me.

The longer the tube is in place, the more obvious the sensation is; the sensations are distinct, and highly insistent. I can’t quite ignore it, as much as I may want, or like to.

“I have managed to insert my oral tube, now it is time to insert my anal tube; I hope it is not worse, than the oral tube now!” I ponder; even if I guess I am excited; and the prospect of more, is clearly exciting me.

I could simply not help myself. I am picking up the glistering, black tube; similar, but clearly designed for anal insertion. The initial sensation is identical. I feel the membrane slide into my orifice, progressing as far as I could feel it; clearly continuing farther, even if I could not detect it.

“That, was oddly exciting!” I mouth; watching my lips move, while hearing no sounds from what I had tried to say.

“Cerise?” I ponder; “But I guess that would make sense!” I continue.

I can still speak, and move my lips and tongue; but no sound will pass over my lips, if and when I try to say something. I could scream at the top of my lungs, and I would still hear exactly nothing.

Now I am picking up the tube, carefully inserting it. I feel the soft and squishy silicon slide over the petals of my orchid. A moment later, it leaves me with a distinct pinch; telling me, the tube is in place.

“This is the last one!” I put forth, with a sensation of both relief and regret.

I pick up my final tube, matching the hue of my skin; to the point, I fear I could never make out where it is. I slide the tube into my belly bottom; inch by inch, bewildered by just how far it is going. While I had seen the inch long tube, I now feel the membrane pushing to at least five inches.

“Time to seal the deal!” I ponder; picking up what looks like a lip-liner matching the metallic bloody red tube inserted into my mouth.

With the pencil in my right hand, I slowly and carefully draw the line, outlining the border between my lips and the tube I had just inserted. As I draw the line, the tube is bonding to the skin around my lips; the tube slowly integrating into my flesh.

The oral tube is the first I had inserted, and a complimentary item; bonded with the slave-bond, as opposed to the master-bond intended for my belly button.

Naturally, I can no longer extract the oral tube; since I had applied the slave-bonding to it and thus fused it to my lips.

I will be released, once the contract had been full-filled; just as the contract had stipulated, as I was reading the details lining out the scenario.

Of course, this is when my Mistress is entering the room. I hear the door open, and the steps of her feet entering the room.

“Hold on to the lip-liner!” she points out; “You will need it, again; in just a moment!” she explains.

I turn around, then promptly nod affirmation. I hold the pencil in my right hand, waiting for the cue.

Naturally, she is true to her role, wearing the black catsuit, covering her body from the neck down.
Though she is wearing a pair of full-length gloves with distinctly effeminate details, including the inch long semi-square, crystal clear nails. Interestingly enough; there are the bright, neon cerise touch-pads from the last joint of each finger, and all the way to the nail. She is also wearing a pair of matching stockings. Not to mention, the electric metallic Crescent Moon boots.

Had I had the time, to observe her walk; I would have seen, the professional grace of a ballet dancer. Granted; I had neither the time, or the perspective for such a study of my Mistress.

All I had the time for, is the cursory glance of her body; I see the perfect orbs under the B cups and the narrow waist; aside from her emerald green eyes and electric metallic blue lips. The colour sets her apart from me, as her submissive. The role I had chosen to accept, for the duration of her scenario.

Since I had turned around, she is applying the skin-tone line around the tube I had just inserted into my belly button. As she completes the line, the tube is visibly and physically fusing onto my skin. This is the Master-bond, for obvious and practical reasons.

Once she had applied the bonding to my belly button, she switches to the cerise slave-bond; drawing the line around the tube, I had inserted into my vaginal orifice. I feel the bond taking hold, as the tube is fusing to my skin, as she had completed the line around the tube.

“Turn around, please!” she instructs me, and I comply, in accordance with the agreed upon scenario.

“Yes, Mistress!” I mouth, instinctively.

“There, perfect!” she points out, cooing in delight; “Now; spread your legs, and bed forwards to present yourself!” she instructs me.

“Yes, Mistress!” I mouth, instinctively.

Of course I had not managed to pronounce the words; since I am effectively, perfectly mute since I had inserted the oral tube, prior to her entrance into the room. She does not mind, or bother pointing this obvious detail out. She had designed the original scenario, obviously enjoying the part; while I do as I am told.

Once I had presented myself, she extends the black pencil in her right hand; drawing the line around the anal tube I had just inserted, before she entered the room.

While all the tubes had bonded to my skin, they have not yet become integrated, integral parts of my anatomy, they are still just glued on attachments onto my body. Even if they are inserted internally.

She had switched the black slave-pencil for the skin-tone master-pencil; before she started to apply the second phase of the bonding of these tubes onto my body.

“Turn around, please!” she instructs me; I comply, and she applies the gel-bonding to the rim of my belly button tube and thus fuses it deeper into me.

I feel the border of the tube stretching, as the tube is pushing out harder. She is swapping pencil from skin-tone, to cerise and adjust the new pencil to phase two.

“Apply the lip-liner, phase two!” she is instructing me.

I eagerly comply, as I reset the pencil to phase two; before I am applying the line around the border of my oral tube, bonding it deeper into my skin.

Once I had completed my given task, she is resetting the cerise pencil; before she is applying the line around the vaginal tube, reinforcing the bod yet again.

“Turn around, please!” she instructs me, and I comply; “Spread your legs, and present yourself!” she continues.

I turn around, with a nod. Now I spread my legs and bend over, in order to properly present myself to my Mistress. I may still mouth the words; but she still does not hear me, since I am mute. Maybe I just say it, for my own enjoyment.

Once I have presented myself, she is ready; drawing the line around my anal tube, ascertaining the bond and reinforcing its hold upon me. I feel the effect, as she is finishing the task.

“Turn around please!” she is instructing me, and I comply.

I notice how she is resetting the skin-tone pencil to phase three. Once she had reset it, she extends her right hand, drawing the line around the tube inserted into my belly button. I clearly feel a distinct effect, as the tube is fusing further.

“Apply the lip-liner, phase three!” she is instructing me.

I eagerly comply, resetting the lip-liner and apply the gel around my oral tube; in anticipation, of what is to come next. I had after all read through the description of the scenario, consenting to partake.

She extends her right hand, applying the cerise gel to the rim of my vaginal tube; exposing me to its effect, as I feel the tube pressing further.

“Turn around, please!” she instructs me, and I comply; “Spread your legs, and present yourself!” she continues.

I feel the pencil, as she is drawing the line along the rim of my anal tube; then how the tube contracts further, and pushes outwards.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh!” I ponder, in reaction to what her action is doing to me.

I find it harder and harder to ignore the effects she is having upon me, and how this is affecting me in turn. Now I need to focus; just to maintain my concentration, on what I am doing. In the beginning of the scenario, focus had been natural and easy for me; now it is starting to be progressively harder, with each action, of every step she is pushing me through. Even if I am applying the gel, along the rim of my lips and oral tube.

“She loves to see me doing it myself, and to make me continue; as I follow her commands, further and further into this scenario!” I ponder.

I can’t deny, enjoying the liberty of exposing myself to what she had proposed; even if I can enjoy permitting her to assist me, where I am not able to perform with accuracy.

She is continuously observing my reactions, and my facial expressions in particular; as I am exposed to the tubes inserted into my belly button and my oral tubes, respectively. Now she is extending her right hand, applying the cerise gel to the rim of my vaginal tube; extending the effect to the third phase. She is watching, how I am reacting on the effects it is having upon me; decidedly showing a gleeful smile, as I am reacting on her gift.

Little by little, step-by-step; I am assisting, in turning specific, critical parts of me into toy-components in the process. For now, it is reversible; even if I guess, that is not what I had expressed interest in. I, myself is still a regular girl; with everyday dreams and hopes.

Maybe it is the minimal, delicate alterations; gradually applied, with the illusion of still being in full control. Having the option to opt out, any time I so choose; even if it is an obvious illusion, and I can’t undue what I had agreed to expose myself to.

“Turn around, please!” she instructs me, and I comply; “Spread your legs, and present yourself!” she continues.

I comply, with breathless anticipation, of what is coming next. I am looking forwards to her next command, instinctively follow each of her instruction in a submissive manner she is enjoying. She is after all my Mistress, which makes me her submissive.

Once I had turned around and spread my legs, I present myself; which is her cue, and she is applying the line of black gel along the rim of my anal tube. I feel the effect it is imposing upon me, as I am contracting, while the tube is pushing out more with each application.

While I feel the outwards push, from the tube; contracting around it, is an instinctive reflex I have no control over. I am relishing in the effects, as she is applying it.

“Turn around please!” she is instructing me, and I comply.

As I am turning around, she is observing me, searching for the delicious reactions of her latest act. She had already adjusted the pencil for the next step: industrial strength, not a phase four as one may have been expecting. What is the point, of just applying phase after phase? I do not know, but I had never asked or questioned her at the time. Why?

Now she is extending her right hand, applying the skin-tone gel along the rim of the tube I inserted into my belly button. The reaction is strong, drastic; yet delicious and exciting, in a new and very different manner.

“Oooooh!” I mouth, my lips forming a capital O.

While my breath is barely audible, to her; she is picking up on what I said, as well as what it is implying to her.

“Apply the lip-liner, industrial grade!” she is instructing me.

“Whoa?” I ponder, as I comply; applying the red gel along the rim of my oral tube, covering my lips.

Now I grasp, the difference, in how the gel feels; this is a different setting, just just a stronger one. Though I still do not grasp, the full extent of what she had just blurted out.

She extends her right hand, applying the cerise gel along the rim of my vaginal tube; exposing me to the next level, of fusing the tube to me and thus integrating it into my flesh.

“Excellent, excellent!” she ponders; as she is watching me, gauging my reactions.

“Turn around, please!” she instructs me, and I comply; “Spread your legs, and present yourself!” she continues.

I comply, as I am breathlessly expecting what she is about to extend to me, as she is exposing me, to the effect of her action.

Just as I am presenting myself, she is applying the gel to the rim of my anal tube; causing it to push further outwards, thus making me contract even firmer.

“Turn around please!” she is instructing me, and I comply.

She is once more holding the skin-tone pencil, intended to seal the tube in my belly button. Only now, this is the last and final round; as she is extending her right hand, drawing the line around the border of the tube.

“Whoa!” I merely mouth; in momentary chock, as I see the tube fusing and the border is finally melting away completely.

While I know the tube is still there, partially due to feeling it in place; I can neither see it, or feel it by touch. It is, as if it is gone; it had been fused and perfectly integrated into my flesh.

“Apply the lip-liner, medical grade!” she is instructing me.

“The cat, is finally out of the box!” I realize, as she is explaining it.

I adjust the pencil, setting it to the medical grade; before I am applying the gel, by drawing the line around my lips. There are unforeseen consequences to this, but I am to learn about that soon enough.

“Slip the lip-liner back, after resetting it to the original setting!” she instructs me, and I comply.

This applicator only works one way; I apply the gel, and the gel is fusing the tube into place on my skin. Bit by bit, the gel is integrating the tube into my flesh; it is all I know, because it is all she told me. Of course, it is all I need to know.

While I am resetting the lip-liner and putting it back into its place; she is adjusting the pencil, intended for my vaginal tube. Once the adjustments are done, she extends her right hand; drawing the line around the tube inserted into my vaginal cavity, completing the process of fusing and integrating the tube into my flesh. I feel the effect, just as the line had been drawn.

Had I taken the time to look down, I would have seen the final changes; as the tube is melting into my skin, and my orchid is clearly exposed in cerise.

“Turn around please!” she is instructing me, and I comply.

“I know, what she is about to do to me; I love, what it is about to do to me!” I realize, as it is hitting home, despite the fact that it is going to take me over.

“Spread your legs, and present yourself!” she continues.

Since I had turned around, I am spreading my legs; slowly bending forwards in order to present myself as she pleases. While I could have held back, but I can’t even make myself slow more than this.

I feel the gel, emanating from the tip of the black pencil; as she is drawing the one and final line, sealing the tube and its effects in place. While the tube itself had already rendered me utterly incapable of climax; for as long as it is remaining in my rear orifice, I am now incapable of extracting it. This is, what the process of the lip-liner had been amounting to; what it had been all about, all along.

I had been willing, eagerly following her instructions to the letter; because I am excited, eager to experience what she had promised me. I am committed.

Usually, you want to assure your Mistress; just how eager you are, to perform and follow her instructions. Maybe I am enjoying this more; knowing I don’t need to put any effort into that, when I can enjoy what she is giving me.

She knows how much I am enjoying myself, and her attention; she is not insecure, in herself and her abilities to command me as her submissive. Of course, she is about to prove just how good she is; even if her toys and props may be part of her performance.

“Turn around please!” she is instructing me; and I comply, without hesitation.

“This lip-gloss would be just right on your lips; put it on, please!” she explains, as she is handing me the item.

Since she had offered it to me; I am preparing to apply the clear lip-gloss, just for her.

I notice a smile spreading on her face, as she observes me, while I am following her latest instruction. As I am ready; I lift up the lip-gloss in my right hand, slowly moving the hand towards my face. I start from right to left, upper and lower lip in a slow and fluid circle.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh!” I ponder, as I feel the tip of the gloss touching my lips.

The viscous gel is slippery and wet; lending the wet look, one is expecting from a lip-gloss. Now I feel the gel spreading out, over my lips; though I soon realize the gel spreading further, inwards. However, it is only spreading over the surface of the tube. The fact that the tube had been fused to me, and integrated into my flesh seems to change nothing; as I feel the gel spreading further into my mouth.

While I had originally intended to give my lips one single layer; I had found myself continuing, applying a second coating as I continue.

“By all means; please, apply another coating if you like!” she instructs me, her voice a seductive coo.

“Oooh! That does feel good!” I ponder, on a second thought

As the gel is spreading, coating my lips, mouth and down my throat; the tube effectively vulcanize my flesh an inch thick. In the process, my lips grow stiff and elastic; enough for me to continue, to follow her instructions later on.

I feel the effect, of the plot-gel spreading down my throat; as well as the effect is having on me, and my oral cavity. This effect is not muting me, all by itself; but it may alter my voice, something I may need to get used to as it is progressing.

She had been preparing, for what she is about to do while I was applying the lip-gloss onto my lips. Now she is applying the plot-gel to my belly button. Just as my lip-gloss is spiked with the plot-gel, so does the next product contain the same agent, causing the very same effect.

It is strange, unfamiliar and confusing; to feel the sensations continuing down into my belly button, more than the initial inch. I can not help it, I can not help myself; I am shivering, as I enjoy the sensations spreading all the way down to the bottom of the orifice she had created.

As strange as it is feeling, when the gel is spreading down my throat; but it is at least a genuinely indigenous orifice I am born with, as opposed to what my belly button has become. She had changed me, radically; irrevocably, but still maintains my integrity.

I know she is watching me, observing my reactions; waiting, for the gel to reach the bottom of the orifice. Once it had worked its magic, she moves on to the next orifice. This time, she is moving on; towards my vagina, my orchid and its petals.

Of course, she had changed me; but she is not done, changing me just yet. I do not mind, though. Why? I am after all enjoying what she is doing to me, for me and with me. I feel certain, secure in the conviction; that I will keep enjoying, what she has made me into, as she has finished her final adjustment. Why shouldn’t I?

Under her guidance, my orchid is turning into a delicious, stiff rubber blossom. It is also in full bloom. I can see, and feel it. It is physically hard for me to ignore, the sensations she is inducing by adjusting me. It is not just the tubes, by themselves.

“Turn around, please!” she instructs me, and I comply; “Spread your legs, and present yourself!” she continues.

I spread my legs, in anticipation; bending forwards, expecting what is coming for me.

A moment later, I feel the plot-gel touching the outer edge of my anal tube, slowly spreading inwards. Further and further, as it coats and saturate the tube, slowly vulcanizing my flesh as it goes. I feel it progress, as far as I can sense it; knowing it will continue much farther than I could feel it.

For a moment, I am tempted; to reach forth, placing my hands onto the floor. I had not been instructed to; I ignore my impulses and stay in the pose she had instructed me to assume. I keep maintaining it, until she is directing me to change it. For now, she does give no such command, thus I stay in place.

“Turn around, please!” she is instructing me, and I comply.

“Apply this onto your lips, please!” she is instructing me.

I soon apply the slippery gel onto my lips, soon finding the gel spreading; just as the plot-gel had, as I applied it. Only now it is lubricating my lips and mouth, before the gel slowly spreads further down my throat.

“That was interesting, but she had explained it before I agreed!” I ponder, as I am contemplating the effect it is about to have upon me.

While I am still contemplating the effect the lubrication has on my lips; she applies lubrication to my belly button. Once she had seen the lubrication taking hold, and spread all the way down; she continues to apply the gel onto my orchid and observe the effect as it is spreading deeper and deeper all the way into my womb. I had not predicted the effect, or just how far down this gel was going to spread.

“Turn around, please!” she instructs me, and I comply; “Spread your legs, and present yourself!” she continues.

As I am presenting myself, I sense a tingling sensation in my tummy; as I am breathlessly anticipating, what she has in store for me. She may take her time, to make this as pleasant an experience as possible; but she does not pointlessly hold back, making me wait for it more than she has to.

The next moment, I feel the wet sensation of the gel slowly spreading out, before it is spreading inwards; lubricating my rear orifice, as it is leaving my anal cavity wet and slippery no end.

“Oooh, oooh, oooh!” I mouth; silently as my lips are forming a capital O, in response to the sensations she is eliciting onto and into me.

“There, all ready for play and insertion!” she declares.

“I want to feel it, while I am hot!” I ponder; “I certainly do feel hot enough, right now!” I realize; “If only there was a way for me to express how I feel?” I conclude.

“She has a friend, to present herself to!” Mistress ponders; “But first, I think she has a few items she likes me to attend to!” she concludes.

“Turn around, please!” she is instructing me.

As I comply, I am once more facing my Mistress; looking up, at her with pleading eyes. Still mute, there is no way for me to express how I feel, or what I desire.

“There is someone, I need you to see; but you will need to dress up, accordingly!” she informs me.

“Oh?” I mouth, nodding vigorously.

“Of course, I would have to dress up; if and when she intends to introduce me, to someone!” I ponder; “This is someone, important; or she would not bother, mentioning it to me!” I realize.

She is producing a pair of full-length, skin-tone, highly detailed and complementary effeminate gloves; while the thoughts, she had stirred up, went through my head.

It had been no challenge, for her; to present the gloves, during this period of time. Mainly because she had prepared everything ahead of time; even before she had tempted me, with the scenario she had presented for me.

I am naturally accepting the gloves, right and left in order; slipping the hand in, pulling the glove all the way up to the shoulder. Feeling the glove slide over the skin of my arm, while enjoying the slippery and smooth surface in direct contact. Each finger finally slipping into place, and giving the glove a few tentative tugs. Once, twice and thrice.

First now, I notice the finer details of the gloves; the suction-cups, the touch-pads at the tip of each finger, not to mention the alterations placed onto each of my nails. Not only are the nails crystal clear; they are also inch-long and semi-square. Each nail, starting from just after the final joint of the respective finger.

While I am putting the gloves on, she is producing the complimentary gel bond. Now she is applying this to the rim of each glove, right and left. While I barely felt more than the pressure, induced by the tight gloves; I don’t really feel these gloves anymore, once the bond had been completed.

“Now, how does that feel?” she inquire.

“Since you mentioned if; this does actually feel great!” I mouth; finding the impediment of being mute, just not letting it get to me.

Maybe she is a lip-reader, or she just read the expression of my face? I do not know; but so long, as it is all right by her. Who am I to complain?

“Palms up, please!” she instructs me.

As I comply; I realize she has a small bottle containing a clear liquid, she is prepared to apply onto the palms of my hands. She is uncapping the bottle; painting the palms of my hands, like you would have polished your nails at home.

She is capping the bottle, carefully and puts it away; before she is producing a vial of crystal-clear oil, she is applying to the sensitive touch-pads under my nails.

“There, much better; but you will see the beauty of this, soon enough!” she points out.

Initially, I had barely felt the tiny little brush spreading the clear oil over the touch-pad, but the sensation soon made itself evident; as the sensation is growing acute and increasingly sensitive. She had noticed it, of that I am certain. I just can not figure out, how she had managed to make my fingers more sensitive.

“Hold that thought; for just a moment longer, please!” she points out, as she is preparing to repeat the process all over again.

Only this time, the sensations are clearly different; enhanced, more sensitive than I had been expecting. Even after the first, initial experience a mere moment before.

If only, I had realized; the purpose, and how this is about to affect me. How it will be changing my life, even farther than what she had already done to me.

Slowly, bit-by-bit; she is changing me to the core, with just the barest and minimal intricate little changes. Nothing more, than is absolutely necessary; for what she had had in mind, all along. Overtly, I am still the very same girl. As if nothing had changed.

With the vial of lacquer in her right hand, she grabs my right hand in her left; as she is slowly and carefully polishing my nails. She starts with the nail of my thumb; starting in the top and middle of the nail and draws the brush down, continuing right and left, right and left. As she completed the job, with the thumb-nail, she continues one nail at the time, all the way down to the pinkie-finger.

As she finished my right hand, she continues with my left hand; repeating the process, one nail at the time in the same order. Of course, she gives each nail exactly three perfect coatings, before she is finally letting go of me. The job is complete, and my manicure finished. Just how deep had this seemingly tiny effort changed me; I have no idea, at this point. It is not, as if I am caring too much, right now; though I guess, this will come back for me at a later date.

“There, much better; just one small detail, before I could trust you to see her!” she points out.

“Of course!” I mouth, musing on the moment she is putting me into.

“You do need to wear these, you know!” she adds; “You can’t meet her bare-foot, can you?” she inquires.

“No, of course not; Mistress!” I ponder, nodding vigorously in confirmation.

While I imagine, she could still read my lips; I still do nod, indicating that I am agreeing to what she had just told me. She is my Mistress, and that comes with certain respect.

I eagerly accept the two matching full-length stockings; as she is offering them to me, right and left. Slipping my right foot into the first stocking, just realizing how similar it is, to the glove I am wearing on my right hand and arm. Once the stocking is on, I continue and slip my left foot into the second stocking.

While I had afforded the stockings, the time to enjoy putting them on; I had also afforded them the effort of ensuring the perfect fit by giving them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. The fit is identical; to that of the companion glove, I am already wearing.

Now she is applying the bond, to the stockings; making them bond and fuse to my legs, just as she had done to my gloves a mere minute before. I know she is not quite done just yet. Considering how she was treating my hands, she is bound to do the same for my feet. Why else, take the time and put in the effort; of offering me these grand stockings, if she was not doing anything more now?

While I am not about to complain, about her attention to every little detail; but she is putting a significant of effort, into what she is doing with and for me right now. Maybe this is, why I am so eagerly following her instructions? Why I am not complaining! I prefer her putting a bit too much effort into this, and her being sloppy and just hasting over it all with me.

“Have a seat, please!” she instructs me; “I will help and guide you, in order for us to avoid pointless mistakes now!” she informs me.

With her help, I manage to sit down; in the chair, she had directed me towards.

Once I am comfortably seated, she is producing the gel intended for her to apply to my touch-pads.

“Present your right foot, please!” she instructs me.

I can see, and then feel the effort she is once more putting into this, as she is applying the gel to each of the designed touch-pads under my feet. Each and every one, in turn; with her signature attention to detail, and care for the intricate details.

“Present your left foot, please!” she instructs me.

She is once more applying the gel to the touch-pads, making them more sensitive; or more to the point, initializing the touch-pads she had integrated into the design.

“Present your right foot, please!” she instructs me.

I once more comply, and she is repeating the process of coating all the now sensitive touch-pads under my right foot. Only this time, the effect is significantly more pronounced, making me feel each and every little move, of each individual hair of the brush she is using.

“Oooh, oooh, oooh!” I am mouthing, my lips forming the capital O.

“Can I even walk, once this has taken full effect?” I question; as I am considering the effect her handiwork, is already having on me.

“Present your left foot, please!” she instructs me.

As I comply, I am finding me taken aback; with how sensitive the touch-pads became, and just how it is already affecting me. I feel each individual hair of the brush, as she is applying the second or thought coating of the clear oil onto each sensitive touch-pad.

“While it will take you a while to get used to the sensitivity, and walk on your feet; I am giving you the final touch, the details to make your feet pop!” she points out, explaining the situation.

“Your right foot, please!” she instructs me.

I comply, extending my right foot; allowing her to lacquer the toe-nails, just as she had done with my finger-nails. I watch, as she is applying the polish onto each individual nail.

“Your left foot, please!” she instructs me.

I comply, eagerly; she is repeating the effort, with the same level of care, and attention to detail. She does not miss a single spot on either nail, just as she is not covering the skin outside the surface of the nail either.

Just as with my hands, she is giving each nail three coats of the lacquer. The crystal-clear Sapphire-lacquer is hard, yet smooth and quite flexible. There is just the slightest hint of blue within the now fully cured lacquer coating my toe-nails. Just as with my finger-nails.

“There, how does it look?” she inquires, eagerly observing my reaction with all the attention to details she had previously proven.

I just gasp, and gaze in amazement; as I observe the beautiful work she had just extended to me. Of course, this will stay with me; considerably longer, than I would dare to hope for, or care to admit even to her.

She had left my nails, with a flawlessly smooth and glistering surface; prepared to outlast me with at least a few days.

Maybe my feet are slightly smaller and shorter than before; just as my toes are longer than I had been expected, yet are looking perfectly all right now as I think of it.

“Toe-stockings, but of course; why not, it does look fabulous!” I realize; “Good thing, she did not choose the regular stockings!” I conclude.

Maybe she is letting me sit, for just a moment longer; in order to build up the expectation and tension she desires, to give this the perfect build-up. I can but speculate, as to why.

“Wriggle your toes, feel the liberty of being able to!” she instructs me.

I comply, expectant; due to the scenario she had been putting so much effort into, and my personal inclination. Maybe I am just a little bit more excitable, than I had been expecting?

Of course I had to comply, to each and every instruction she gives and every command she gives me; she is my Mistress, and it is the scenario I had agreed to partake in. What is the fun, or excitement; in hesitance, or outright disobedience now? I have no idea, not a single clue. It is a different scenario, all-together.

“She is drawing it out!” I ponder; knowing a good scenario should afford, to last a moment longer.

“Stand up, please!” she instructs me; “The time is almost upon us; she is almost ready, to see you!” she informs me.

Of course; this is the moment I have been waiting for, the moment she had put so much effort into preparing me for. I am a bit nervous, to see her; but I am also eager and excited, to finally see her before me. What is she like? I have after all never seen her, before today. Then again; that is where all the tension, and excitement lies. Besides; Mistress has chosen her for me, she knows everything.

“Mistress never leaves anything to chance, with the meticulous care for the fine details!” I ponder, as I finally raise to my feet.

“One moment, and I will open the door for you; so you can step right in, to see her!” Mistress offers.

With that, she is producing a pair of ear-plugs; inserting them into my ears, right and left. This feels, almost as when she would slip a plug into my anal cavity; like when she had inserted a tube, in there. For a moment, I feel a thin layer of mate, clear silicon spreading out into the ear, from the inside and all the way out. The moment is fleeting, and there is no way of seeing the effect once it is completed. I guess I prefer that, now.

“It is finally time!” Mistress is announcing; “Enter!!” she is instructing me; and I hear her coos via the plug she had just inserted, into my ear.

At first, it is strange, hearing the voice in both ears; as if it had been two voices, speaking at one. I can not quite put a finger on it, but I am going to get used to this.

She is opening the door before me, and I approach; just as she had instructed me, and step right into the small room. The door is quietly closing behind me, and I am trapped within the room of her scenario. I can not exit, before I have performed my part.