Conscious Consent

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As I am waking up, finally; I am finding myself in a bed, I had never seen. Maybe that was not so bad; but it had to be a first, for this. Didn’t it?

I have no recollection, of how I had gotten here; I must have passed out, the other night. I had been told, it is never good; to pass out, at the party. Is this it? Because I still feel, as if it had been quite the doozy of a night.

Then again, I have no symptoms of a hangover, or anything of the effect; to the contrary, I am feeling better than ever. Maybe this is the afterglow, of the orgasm I had experienced the other night? I had loved the girl, she is great; then there is that girl, who assisted me or us.

“Did she eat me?” I ponder; “ All night?” I continue.

There are vague recollections, of an hour spent with my Mistress; preparing me for the night, and everything she had done for me. I had agreed to the proposal she had placed before me. How could I not?

While I don’t recall the details, of her scenario; but I recall, that it had been great.

The bed sheets are a bright white, reminiscent of the Spa’s towels; the once they have upstairs, all assuming I am still in their basement. I had followed Lotus, down to their basement; last night, if that is how long I had been out. The scenario session had taken up quite a great deal of time, of course; but I have no idea, as to just how long I had been out.

“Is this cotton, or silk?” I ponder, before I change my mind; “No, it could be neither!” I decide.

These bed-linen are far too smooth, and glossy; to be either cotton, or silk. At least, from what I know; but I could have asked Rarity or Lotus about these things. Had either of them actually been on hand. Of course, they are not. Then again, why should they be? While it is Lotus’ establishment, and Rarity would have known her fabrics.

“On hand?” I ponder, giggling.

That is right; I had been wearing a pair of gloves, the other night. I am nude now; I wear neither gloves, not stockings. Just as I wear neither panties; nor a top, either.

“Is that, why it feels so different?” I question.

Of course, the gloves, and stockings would have come of; she had disrobed me, after the session with the other girl. Wouldn’t she? Mistress, or her assistant assigned to me. Either would have worked. Guess I do not care, which; I am disrobed and naked, now resting in the bed I had been placed in.

I fold up the quilt towards the wall, exposing my arms and upper body. My hands do look, exactly as I should have been expecting; like they were looking, once I had slipped the gloves on and she had given me the manicure.

Would these changes apply to my legs, and feet; to, then? I just have to check; so that I can learn, which it is. Even if I instinctively know, already.

Wait, I can no longer feel the presence the tubes had asserted into my mouth; no more, than I could feel the anal, vaginal or the one inserted into my belly button. Would this suggest; that my belly button had reverted into its original state, or that it is indeed forever changed?

“If she has indeed changed my hands, what is the difference; if she could have changed everything else? I am no longer who I was, or what I was before!” I realize.

As I am lifting up my right hand, to examine it; I find the hand itself, unchanged. My nails are looking perfectly normal, to me; though they are longer, than they used to be before. The shape, unusually even, to the point where it is almost artificial. Too late to complain, now.

I still have the silicon-white suction-cups on the palm of the hand, and the now highly sensitive touch-pads, at the edge of each finger. Just as it had been, the day before.

“I probably need to be careful, observing caution; so that I do not hurt myself, or get stuck to a surface in my surroundings!” I ponder, giggling at the situation I had just found myself in.

Without a mirror, I am limited; in what I could see and explore, without the other girl to tell me what I am looking like right now. Though I guess, I could as well get out of bed; no point in lingering in bed, the entire day.

I slip my legs towards the edge of the quilt, I had been offered for the night; my feet soon slipping out, into the light in the room in which I am currently.

What I do see, is not really any surprise to me; my legs and feet are currently looking exactly as I recall them, from the other day. The chock only comes a moment later; as my feet hit the floor, with a squeak and a slight sensation-overload.

“Oooh!” I yelp, in the initial chock.

Even if I guess, I could place more of my weight on the back of the foot; it is still a challenge, for me to walk around in the room normally. Maybe it is good; the floor is so sooth, as it is; or, I may have found it an even greater challenge. However; I am still enjoying these changes, this far.

As I am standing up, by the side of my bed; I am scanning the room, for any outstanding features. The room is far too bland, I am afraid. I have a bed-stand by the side of the bed. There is a night-light by the bed, by which I could have been reading; had I actually had anything, I could read right now. The night-sky in the ceiling feels identical, to what I had seen the previous night.

Of course, down here; underground, it is always night since I can’t see the light of day.

“Maybe I should be referring to this room, as mine; for the duration I am given, in this room?” I ponder.

Since it is not a prison-cell; I do have both a wardrobe, and a door out into the hall outside. A kind of guest-quarters, of sorts. I can sleep, rest and recuperate, from the exciting adventure, I had been exploring the night before.

With nothing better to do, I walk over to the wardrobe; tentatively opening the door, just to chance a glace and see what is inside. Would my own, old clothes be in here; or, has she given me other clothes to wear for the duration of my stay? I am curious, so I slowly slide the twin sliding-doors open. At first, the space is empty and dark.

“I hope, I can find something comfortable to wear; even if I am not required to wear anything, where I am now!” I ponder.

“Then again, I hope I can see her again; before I leave, so we could share a cup of tea or something!” I mumble.

After a moment, I manage to see what is inside my wardrobe; the clothes I need, are all there. Just not sure, they are, what I had been expecting; even if this is, what I should have been expected. Lotus is after all sticking strictly; to the theme and style she had set up for herself, down here.

“This is the realm of the Lotus!” I ponder, giggling at myself.

I reach into my wardrobe, extracting a pair of silicon- white panties. I step into my new, fresh and clean panties; right and left, before I am pulling them up and afford them a few tentative tugs. Once, twice and thrice.

“There, that is much better!” I mumble, to myself.

“I may still be alone, but that does not mean I can’t maintain a bit of a personal style?” I mumble, giggling at the silly in my situation.

“Is it so wrong, of me; to speak to myself, when I am all alone?” I ponder; “Only if someone caught me in the act!” I respond.

“There, a top, my top!” I mumble, to myself; as I extract the garment, and pull it down over my head.

I afford my top a few tentative tugs, in order to ensure that perfect fit, I enjoy. Once, twice and thrice.

I extract a skirt, matching the ensemble I had chosen for the day. I step into it, right and left; affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“A, B, C, D and E!” I read, on the hangers of the tops I have available.

Each top, giving the perfect perky orbs. The orbs are separated, with just the right cleavage; for that comfortable fit, befitting Lotus’ Spa.

“Ooh!” I exclaim; “Bouncy, and round!” I mouth, in excitement.

Perfect orbs, without protruding nipples; firm, yet squishy and bouncy. I guess I do enjoy, how my breasts are feeling; where they protrude at the front of my chest. While I had been used to having them there, since my early teenage years; I had never experienced them, quite the way they are now.

“Oh, there you are!” I hear, the girl bursting into my conversation.

“Guess the plugs of my ears were never extracted!” I realize, with a chock and a burst of amusement.

“Yes, but of course; but where am I, and you for that matter?” I mouth.

“I am in my room!” she responds; “Sorry, if that is not very helpful!” she continues.

“Assuming I am still at the basement of Lotus’ Spa, then so are you! I offer.

“That does make sense, to me!” she responds; “I guess we can work, from there; now we could figure out, how to find one-another!” she continues.

“I would love that, very much!” I respond; Thank you!” I add.

“By the way, have you tried to open your door, yet?” she inquires.

“No, have you?” I respond; “I have assumed, it was open!” I add.

“Not yet, but I guess it is time I did?” she responds, as she is turning away from her wardrobe.

“With luck, this is just as in the scenario; we are about to enter the same room, again!” I ponder.

The rooms could be side by side, but the doors could not enter the other’s bed-room directly. How could it, not like this.

I am following her line of thought, her suggestion; turning towards the door, out of the room. I am walking over to the door, with some effort; mainly because the sensations, still distracting me even now. Maybe I can learn, or this is going to dictate my entire life.

I had walked over to my door, on light feet; making the effort, to get there. Now I am turning the doorknob; feeling the door, pulling it right open. The only challenge; do I push, or pull?

Of course, I had to pull. So, she will have to pull, too. Once I have tried, and pulled through; I had manage to open the door, so I know how this door works.

“Strange, it had almost felt; as if I had pulled the door, right out of the wall!” I mumble; “An interesting illusion, when I had already seen that the door is right there?” I ponder.

“You can pull, out of it!” I mouth, knowing she is hearing me, knowing what I am hinting at.

“Thank you, Dear!” she responds, pulling the door open by my side.

This is; indeed, just like in the scenery. If I had not thought of it, but I can still see parts of the pattern. Just enough, to lead me through the maze of the experience. It has to be experienced; I can have no outside help, through this.

This is not the room, where we had originally met, but I sense the resemblance enough. I have the two doors into the room; she enters the other door, and we enter side by side.

“Good morning, Dear!” we chorus, in excitement.

I notice, she had chosen the same ensemble as I am wearing. All the same silicon-white.

“Is she still wearing her tubs, or was hers removed; while she was unconscious, just like me?” I ponder.

“Your tubes?” I inquire.

“Yes, my tubes have been extracted; but I guess you can still see the effects, lingering on my features?” she responds.

“Yes, I do see that your lips are still looking exactly as they were; when we first met!” I put forth.

“May I?” she inquires; “I just have to taste your lips, and feel your rump under my fingers!” she realizes, as she had spoken the words.

“Oh, yes; please do!” I respond, as I approach er.

Naturally, she is walking towards me; just as I am walking up to her. She is reaching for my rump, as I am reaching for hers; we slowly extend our heads, and embrace in a warm kiss.

I feel her lips, against mine; as we part our lips as one, before our tongues are slipping out. I momentarily feel the tip of her tongue, against the tip of mine; before my tongue slowly pushes forwards.

Her mouth, still wet as if she had been salivating; or if it is the excitement, she is experiencing? I know, she is feeling just like me; though some sensations are confusing, until I get used to them and can integrate them into my image of things. She had been exposed to the plot-gel, just as I had; we had been exposed to it, quite extensively.

“She is forever wet, just like me; exposed to the lubrication, in each and all her orifices!” she is realizing, yet relishing, in the excitement born out of the shared experience.

“Oooh, oh, oh; oooh!” we exclaim in chorus.

I feel her hands on my rump, her fingers sliding towards and into the rear orifice; just as I feel my fingers slipping into hers, and I am grabbing the rim of what had been her anal tube. Now, there is no tube, I can not feel it; yet I am still feeling the effects of it, and the effects of the plot-gel and lubrication. I am still getting the desired grip; as I am holding on, and gently dilating her inch by inch.

“She is still mirroring my every move, or is it I who am mirroring her moves?” I ponder, but soon realizing we are simply acting the same way.

“Why, oh why; can’t I quite find myself, to get enough of her?” I ponder, knowing it is exactly how she is feeling right now.

I can’t escape my feelings, but neither can she; we both know it, even if we may try to escape the truth for but a short moment in time. Enjoying the moment, and the company. The sweet, gentle embrace; holding us firmly together, almost as if we had been one.

If the effects of my oral and anal tubes, inserted and exposed to the plot-gel and lubrication is still lingering; what about the effects upon my vagina and my belly button? Furthermore, how is this affecting her? She was exposed to the same treatment, as I was; the effect is bound to be the same, for her. I have no prof to the contrary. However, I do feel the effects of her exposure; lingering, in each orifice I had samples and explored.

“Maybe this is, why I was required to have the sensitive touch-pads, at the edge of each of my fingers; so that I can still acquire a firm and secure grip of the slippery and wet anal tube, inserted into her?” she ponders, inwardly giggling at the notion.

It is not, as if she had resented them in the first place; even if she never quite gathered, exactly what they had been for, in the first place. The sensitivity, is great fun and excitement; just as the visual image had been appealing and exciting, to her.

There had never been a doubt, as to why she had to be lubricated; even if it had never occurred to her, just how long-lasting and profound the effect would be on her.

Maybe the lubrication would fade away, after the first use or after the tube had been extracted; it had been her initial thought, before she had been exposed to the lubrication. Now, she does know better. This lubrication will not wear of, ever. She is stuck with it, whether she likes it or not; but she had come to enjoy it, and is enjoying to have it there. Even with a few confusing, conflicting sensations and images she is still learning to sort out.

Being wet, is after all associated with the sexual excitement; at least, it is to her. Is she wrong, to make that connection? Or, had she been deceived now? Being eternally wet, and slippery; changes everything, of course.

Inevitably, it is time; I let go of her rump and leave my hands on her rump, knowing she is doing the same.

Together, we break the kiss as one; pulling back, taking a step back with the hands still lingering. As I lift my hands off of her rump, so does she.

“Whoa, sister!” she exclaim; “I will have to refer to you, as my twin; if and when, I am not referring to our relation!” she concludes.

“Yes, Sis; I guess that is prudent, Dear!” I respond.

“You think we could have that tea, now; by any chance?” I put forth.

She just nods, as she is licking her lips in a meaningful gesture towards me.