Conscious Consent

by Kentavritsa

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Human, Other, Original Character, Fetish, Spa Ponies, Non-consensual, Equestria Girls, Sex, Random
Length: 14883

A girl agrees to partake in a scenario, as a submissive to the Mistress who drew up the scenario.

Mistress designs scenario, for girls to enjoy. Just read through the description and sign up for the next opportunity.

A girl chooses to accept the offer, signing up for the ride. Mistress is graciously taking her through the event.

Had she realized; just how intimate the scenario would be, or how deeply it was going to affect her?

On second thought; how is the scenario changing her life, and her relations? Time will tell; but is the answer agreeable, in the long run?

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Written by: Kentavritsa
Edited by: Kentavritsa
Re-edited by: ???

Published 2020-01-19 20:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-02-17 03:37:16 UTC

Into the Lotus Garden 1

I arrive at the local Spa; just in time for my appointment with Lotus, as my Mistress. The door is open, so I step right in.

Behind the door, the floor is laid with pink cherry-wood. A few Lotus plants are planted in the lobby itself. On the right, a solid oak-wood desk is tended by Lotus herself. Naturally.

Aside from the steel and glass front, the walls are laid with beech-wood panels.

“Greetings, and welcome to my Spa!” Lotus exclaims, as I am approaching the lobby.

“Greetings, Lotus; how lovely, to see you tend the counter as I arrive!” I respond.

“Of course, my dear!” she responds, as she is stepping out from behind the counter.

She is capturing me in a warm embrace, kissing me on the right and left cheek; before she is letting go of me, taking half a step back. Naturally, I had returned the gesture.

“You know, how I love the time I spend here at your Spa; Lotus, and I could not miss it for the world!” I point out.

“Of course not, my dear; right this way, and I will lead you to the room!” she exclaims.

“Thank you, Lotus!” I respond, as I follow her into the Spa itself.

Now, this is the left-hand door, into the adult sanctuary of the Spa. Not for the fillies or colts. I had stumbled onto this little secret, a while back. Now I am about to explore, just how deep this rabbit-hole really is.

“This is it!” I ponder; “A once in a lifetime!” I realize; “I hope I do not blow it, and that it is just as great as I had been expecting!” I conclude.

The door is closing quietly, behind us; once we had entered the small, dark room. Lit, only by a few small, flickering candles in the corners.

“Careful, my dear!” she cautions me; “Right this way, I will lead you into the lair!” she explains, in hushed tones.

“Thank you, Lotus!” I respond, as I follow her, just a single step behind.

On my right, I find the flight of stairs in a clock-wise spiral downwards, towards the promised lair. The stairs are made out of stainless steel, laid with beautiful pink cherry-wood. On second thought; the wood has been coated with a crystal clear silicon, in order to muffle the sounds of our feet. I have a great grip, not a chance to slip on my way down; and it is indeed quite silent, as I follow her down to the basement.

The spiraling stairs are narrow, but gives enough space for one to walk down the flight; handrails matching the style, on both sides. I find the coated wood warm and comfortable to hold on to.

At first, the room appears to be identical, to the one above; aside from the silicon-coating of everything, in the room. Including the door and its handles. The ceiling is a black silicon, with LED lights to create the illusion of the night-sky above the building I am currently in.

There is no other light, aside from the light emitted by the LED lights in the ceiling. Not a single candle, or other source of light could be found.

“Follow me, please; I am about to take you into the lair, as I had promised!” she points out, as she is opening the door before her.

If not for the handle; I could never have made out, where the door is. Is it the only door, and do these doors actually lead off to anywhere? I have no idea, but I have to trust Lotus.

Behind the door, is a long all; separate doors on the right and left. I follow her down the hall, to the door she is about to open before me.

“This is, where I am going to present you with the scenario; if you accept the proposal, I am going to lead you through it” she explains.

“Okay, I am listening!” I respond, just after she had closed the door behind us.

The floor is laid with silicon-coated cherry-wood, just as before. What else had I been expecting? The room is indeed matching the style I had been expecting.

The only difference; is the beech-wood table; with a set of four chairs, in a matching set. There is a safe behind the table, hidden behind the wooden panel. Within the safe, all the scenarios had been stored.

She opens the safe and extracts a scenario matching what she expects me to enjoy.

“Have a seat, please!” she offers, as she is pulling out the first chair on the right.

“Thank you, Lotus!” I respond, as I am accepting the offered seat, and graciously sit down.

“Open the folder, please; I will explain everything, if you ask!” she explains.

“Okay!” I respond, as I am opening the folder.

“Do not be shy; if it is anything unclear, or any details you may like to change? I need to know now, before you make your choice!” she points out.

“Oh, oh; and okay, interesting!” I mumble, as I read through the first page, of the presented scenario she had just offered me.

“Would you insert the tubes, into all my orifices?” I inquire.

“Unless you do prefer; to insert the tube by yourself, that is!” she offers.

“I guess I am just a bit insecure, to have someone doing it for me!” I put forth.

“That is quite all right, I understand; not everyone likes to have another into the intimate space, inserting something into their body!” she assures me.

“The tubes are colour-codes, to ascertain none is inserted into the wrong orifice?” I inquire.

“Yes, exactly; you don’t want to make the mistake, even if the tubes are personal and sterile!” she offers.

“I like this design, giving the impression of a regular lip-liner; but how could it possibly secure a tube in place, so that it does not slide out of alignment?” I inquire.

“Making it look like a girl’s regular accessories and make-up equipment is certainly convenient, if I can say so myself!” she points out; “The gel utilized by the lip-liner is making the tube stick to your skin, almost like a glue; just without all the sticky, icky fuss and discomfort that comes with these items!” she explains.

“How?” I ponder, imagining it is beyond my understanding.

“Plot-gel, and lubrication?” I inquire, curious, as to how these would work.

“The first will enhance the sensitivity of the specific orifice it has been applied to, while the later is making you far too slippery to sustain friction-related injuries!” she explains.

“Heightened sensitivity does sound delicious, and I have no interest in heat-related injuries such as could be sustained with friction!” I point out.

“Exactly; we do pride ourselves, in comfort and safety for everyone on the premise of our Spa!” she offers, explaining the great care for the details.

“She does make it out, to be interesting; just a few more questions, before I am signing the deal!” I ponder.

“Will I be alone, or did you have a partner selected for me?” I inquire.

“Since you ask; I will guide you through the process and initiate you, but I do have a partner for you!” she explains.

“How much time do I have? Because I do want to enjoy this experience to the limit, if possible!” I point out.

“The preparation alone, will take at least an hour; all assuming everything goes right, and you do enjoy where it is going!” she explains; “The scenario itself; could take a full day, at the very least!” she elaborates, generously.

“Where do I sign up?” I inquire; “I certainly do look forwards, to the experience your scenario is promising!” I point out.

“Excellent presentation, of a flawless scenario; I just could not explain the finer details, or it would have scared her away or just ruined her experience!” Lotus ponder, smiling inwardly.

“Right here!” Lotus explains, pointing at the line intended for my signature.

“Oh, okay!” I respond; as I pick up the pen, before I am signing the contract and put the pen back down onto the table once more.

“She found a partner, for me; someone, who will enjoy it with me!” I ponder; giggling at the cheer luck, I had just had.

“Right this way, please!” she offers, as I raise to my feet.

“Of course; after you, Mistress!” I respond, as I flow her to the door.

She opens a new, previously unseen door and leads me into the changing-room.

“I will be outside, while you disrobe; unless you desire my presence, of course!” she offers; “Otherwise, I will be right with you; once you are ready!” she explains.

“Of course, I had to be nude; or the tubes could not be inserted, as intended!” I ponder; “Okay, I will undress; then you can come in, and help me with the final preparations!” I point out.

“I will be back, in a moment!” she assures me; as she leaves the room, then closes the door behind herself.

Preparation, for the Scenario 2

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.

The Insertion 3

As I enter the room, it is empty; devoid, lonely.

“Oooh, oooh, oooh!” I mouth, soundlessly; as I feel the floor touching the now highly sensitive touch-pads under my feet.

I had not been prepared for these sensations. How could I; when I have no experience of touch-pads, in the first place. She had literally painted these onto the skin, under each of my now longer toes of both my feet. Both right, and left.

The sensations, so strong they over-power most every other sensation, as I am walking into the room. Had it not been for the sensitivity of my touch-pads, I would have enjoyed the fresh scent on the air. Now I barely even notice it.

I can still see the glossy layer of crystal-clear silicon, coating the black floor in the room. The floor seamlessly blends in with the walls, not just the one before me. The wall is electric metallic blue, which is delightful.

Had I been looking back, at the wall behind me; I would have seen the black wall, matching the floor, the door smoothly hidden. While the door is the same black, as the floor and wall behind me; there is no way I can see it, or even find it by touch even now.

To the right and left, I have silicon-white walls, glossy; covered with clear silicon and seamlessly blending into the floor and the ceiling overhead.

I hear a noise, and I turn to my right; just in time, to see the girl I had been sent to meet up with. The door is closing behind her, soundlessly; as if muffled, so that we are not hearing it.

“Greetings!” I hear the voice, of the mute girl.

While it is not a recording, but I still do hear her; as if she had been speaking to me, while I have the impression she is also hearing me. It is the ear-plugs, Mistress had inserted. She has them, too; just like she had inserted them into my ears, she had inserted them into her ears too. Allowing us to speak, to one-another. Almost, as if we had been on a date.

“Greetings!” I mouth, in response; almost as if the tube had never been inserted, and she is apparently hearing me.

“She is cute!” I ponder, as I am following her with my eyes.

I can’t quite help myself, but follow her with my emerald green eyes; soon noticing, how she is tentatively gazing into my eyes as I am facing her. Not that I mind, I am rather enjoying it. It is making me, enjoying everything.

Of course, she has the same green eyes, as I have; Mistress gave them to her, as well. Just as she gave her everything she had given me.

“Step forwards, kiss her; I know you want to, and you know she wants you to do it!” I hear Mistress, cooing.

She is blinking, in reaction to the suggestion; letting me know she heard it too, and she knows I heard it as well.

While this may be weird, but it takes all the awkwardness right out of the scene; making everything comfortable, and feels very natural after a moment. I had never been prepared for it, nothing could have prepared you for what this is like; but it is part of the scenario, and we had both agreed to partake.

To me, the girl has that special smile; that just makes me want to love her. Somehow, the voice I hear from her; just comes natural, for me to place it as coming from her.

“She wants to kiss me, then I am only too happy to oblige!” we ponder, as we move in the last few inches.

Without a thought, I place my hands on her hips; while I feel her hands, landing on my very own hips at the same time. My hands slowly slide down and towards her rump

Our lips meet, as I feel the slippery wet surface; covering or coating the coarse and rubbery underneath. As I press on, she does the same; I feel the stiff and rubbery slowly but certainly giving way, under the combined pressure applied.

As I part my lips, I know she is parting hers.

“Ooh, ooh; ooh, ooh!” we sigh in chorus, as we feel the sensation of lips pressing together.

She is not obligated, to go along with this; but reacts naturally to my advances, pushing me to continue. I feel excitement, pleasure and joy; in her reactions, as I continue.

“Wait, where is her hands going?” I realize; as her hands hit the rim of my anal tube, about to enter me from behind.

Of course, this is exactly what she is feeling, and I know it. If I had tried to prevent her entrance, it is utterly futile; as the tips of her fingers slide in with comfortable ease. I feel her fingers slip in, a moment before she is grabbing a firm, but gentle grip.

“Ooh, ooh, oooh; she certainly does have me in her grip, right there!” I ponder, in genuine and obvious delight.

“I love her firm, but deliciously squishy rump!” I ponder, as I am feeling her under the tips of my fingers, and in my grip.

We find ourselves instinctively mirroring one-another’s movements; enjoying the touch, as the moment is lingering.

“Dilate her, and you have her in your hands!” Mistress coos, seductively inciting me further.

“Oooh, that sounds exciting!” I realize; as I hear Mistresses voice, even if we all know she had heard it at the same time.

Mistress may not be in the same room, but I can still hear her voice; as if she had been just a few feet away. Is this, how I had come out; while she had been preparing me, for what I am exploring right now?

A moment after the idea had been inserted into my mind, I find myself pulling her rump up; dilating her as gently as I am able, feeling her doing the same to me. I am loving it, just as I know she does love it as well. I feel it in the touch, the grip she is having on me.

I feel the sensitive touch-pads, squeezing the rim of the tube; or what is now effectively me, my rear entrance. I feel my rump stretching, as she keeps pulling further and further, as she is dilating me as far as she dares. Of course, I feel the rim of her tube, as I dilate her. There is no denying it, and no way around it. Why? I love it, knowing we both enjoy this one moment together.

The sensations may a bit on the surreal side; both on the account of my touch-pads, but also in how her anal tube makes her rump into elastic clay in my hands. I can grab her, squeeze and dilate her; knowing she is not hurt, but rather enjoys this as much as she knows I am enjoying it.

As I am puling my hands apart, she is dilating comfortably. The more I dilate her, the more resistance I experience, thus preventing me to go too far; convenient, comforting.

I am losing myself, in the moment; enjoying her, and the sensations we share together. The sensations shared, pulls us together as one; ignoring everything, but the shared moment in time. It is but an instant, but it is ours and we enjoy it.

Between parted lips, my tongue is slipping out, into her mouth. I feel the slippery and wet in her mouth. As my tongue slips out, so does hers. She feels how wet and slippery my mouth is inside, after what Mistress exposed me to.

While free, I am still gentle with her; she is my partner, and I am hers for the night. For as long as this may last, I can’t bring myself to hurt her in the least. I can draw no pleasure, from the act that could hurt her.

“There, delicious; as an appetizer?” Mistress coos, suggesting there is more.

I do not break off, just yet, neither does she, permitting the moment to linger. Enjoying the moment, holding on to the kiss. I am still wet, and so is she; as I continue to slide my tongue around hers in her mouth.

The moment lingers, then passes; I am slowly pulling back, my lips slowly pressing together. The kiss lingers, but is eventually broken off. I pull my face back an inch, and so does she.

I lick my lips, as if the taste of her was lingering. She mirrors my sentiment. I continue to pull back, as she is mirroring my movements.

There is a wall behind me, and I see her pressing her back against it with me. I can’t push through, and neither can she; but that is all right, there is still another something left to enjoy. Together.

“Together!” we chorus.

“Lift your arms up, spread your arms wide!” Mistress coos; “A foot over your head!” she continues; “Now, if you spread your fingers wide; then gently press your hands against the wall?” she concludes.

I follow her instructions, to the letter; as I am watching my companion mirror my every move. I had spread my arms and lifted my hands over my head; before I spread my fingers, gently pressing the palms of my hands up against the wall.

“Squeak!” I hear, as the suction-cups that are the palms of my hands touch the wall.

I had felt it, and I had heard it; as I feel, I know my hands are sticking to the wall. She knows it, as well. We both know it.

“Give your right hand a tentative tug!” she coos, inciting me to act; “Give your left hand a tentative tug!” she continues.

Just as she says, I do; but my hands are indeed stuck, refusing to budge in the least. I can see her, as she is mirroring my every move.

I give my right hand a tug, so does she; I give my left hand a tug, and so does she. I see her hand sticking to the wall, just as I feel my hand, stuck onto the wall behind me.

“Just a little bit harder?” Mistress inquire.

I comply, she complies; and we both comply. The result is the same: each hand, stuck in place; unyielding, simply stuck in place.

“Excellent, excellent; there, perfect. If you permit, a single readjustment?” Mistress coos.

“If you please, permit me to send you an assistant?” she coos.

“Oh, yes; please, do send your assistant; we respond in chorus, nodding ascent.

I see my door opening, as a girl in silicon-white suit, entering the room. The suit is glossy, as if just polished; in order not to displease my eyes, while she is performing her services. The other girl, entering from the second door; heading over to my companion.

As I look closer, I see a skin-tone, light tan anime face mask; covering her face with a teen-age face, an excited smile spread out over her face. Her eyes, brilliant, bright sapphire blue. I see her ginger hair in bangs over her fore-had; diminutive braids in front of her elfin ears and a thick braid all the way down her spine. I even see the pink bow at the end of the braid, only because it is showing between her legs.

Manicure and pedicure, flawless. From my estimate, she is a B cup and excellent twin orbs on her chest. Incidentally, her nipples show through the suit. Unless, this is on purpose; just to tease my imagination, and stir my excitement further on. I do not know, I had forgotten to ask about this. Maybe I had been distracted. Should I have asked, or could I ask later?

She is a riot, a feast to rest my eyes upon; the assistant, Mistress had sent for me.

She does hold a pencil in her right hand, ready to serve me. As she is reaching me, she extends her right hand; drawing a line around the contours of my right and left hand in turn. There is a warmth, and a tingle to the touch as the gel is spreading along the rim between my hand and the wall. As she completes the circle, I realize my hand is fusing into the wall; as I am feeling the touch of the surface of the wall upon which I had so recently pressed my hand.

It is, as if my hand had been melted into the wall, while the wall had claimed my hand. Now I am stuck, in place; trapped in place, exposed and vulnerable. I am at her mercy. Maybe that is how I had wanted it, all along? I do not know, but she is about to let me know. I can not ignore it, or her.

I see the girl before me, just as I see the other girl before her. She performs her job; admirably, and to a T.

“There, all clear!” she chimes, as she is smiling up at me.

“Thank you!” I mouth, in response; as if it had been natural, for her to hear my original voice.

While I am still mute, with the tube firmly in place; I guess it has already become natural to me, that she should hear what I say. I do not know, and she does not let on. She merely does, what she is here to do. I have the impression; she is taking pride, in performing before me.

She silently spreads her legs, to the point her rump is bouncing onto the floor; as her hands are planted onto the floor before her chest, and her face is squarely on top of my mound.

“Oh, oh!” I mouth, as she is kissing my orchid.

If she hears me, or not; I have no idea, because she does not let on. Though I like to imagine; she enjoys what she is doing to me, and how it makes me feel.

I do imagine, her knowing exactly how I feel; when she does, what she is just doing to me. How I feel, as she is kissing my orchid.

“Ooh, ooh; Ooooh!” I exclaim, soundlessly; in response to her.

I feel her lips part and the tip of her tongue slips out. I feel it slip over the wet petals of my orchid. It is, just incredible. I have no words, I could speak; even if I had not been mute, due to the tube inserted into my mouth.

There is an excited eagerness to her, to how she is moving the tip of her tongue over my juicy orchid. Almost, as if she had been experiencing it herself. Maybe she is, as proxy. Who am I to say? How am I to know?

At first, she had merely used the tip of her tongue; licking and lapping away at the petals of my orchid. For a moment, she is moving outwards, coating the entire mound with her saliva; in her effort to tease me, and to draw out the most in the process.

She then continues back, inwards; before she is plunging her tongue, into me. Not very far, but maybe an inch, or so. Just the act of entering me, sends shivers down my entire spine, in response. I could not have helped it, and she caught me by utter surprise.

Once she had taken the plunge, she withdraws; starting to lick just the petals of my orchid all over again, stimulating me farther along the way. A minute later, I feel her tongue once more entering me; plunging an inch in and then pull back. Once her tongue had pulled back, she continues to lap away at me, my orchid. Once, each minute; I feel her plunge, into me. Like this, she continues.

I am hers, I am in her hands; helpless and vulnerable, at her mercy. I can do nothing, I have no choice. Of course, that is the point; she had helped me to reach the point, the position where I am in now. I can but experience, what she is exposing me to.

Is her age, the appearance deceptive; a means towards placing me, where I am now? It does work. There is nothing holding me back now, I have no reservations. I can do nothing, but to enjoy what she is serving me.

After ten minutes, I am experiencing the first orgasm; the first of many, but it is so pure, intense and powerful it is obliterating me and rocking my world to the very core.

Just as I orgasm, she pulls back; still sitting before me, waiting for me to recuperate and acclimatize to the situation.

How long she is just sitting there, before me; I have no idea, because I have nothing to go by. Of course; I my heart is pounding hard and fast, as I am panting.

Then the moment comes, and she is once more leaning forwards.

She is kissing my orchid, then parts her lips; her tongue is slipping out, and she is licking the petals of my orchid.

After a minute, I feel her tongue plunge; she pulls back, and starts licking again. I could have counted her plunges, but after my initial orgasm, I am distracted. I feel her lips around my orchid, and the tip of her tongue playing with the petals of my orchid.

Her lips are smooth and wet, just as her tongue is slippery and wet; obviously due to the lubrication it had been coated with. I feel the signs, but I do not recognize what it hinting. I am too excited, to listen to this subtle details.

It takes her an hour, sixty minutes; to push me from orgasm, to orgasmic. In the process, I am losing the grip of where I am, and even who I am; it is that much. The sensations I had experienced, as I walked barefoot into the room had been enough.

She had not stopped, and pulled back; just because I am orgasmic, but is enjoying a few more minutes. In the end, she pulls back; pushes herself up, before she is walking out of the room.

I am orgasmic, alone with the girl I had entered the room with. Not that I notice, or know the difference. We had been left, to simmer in our own juices. I am, where I am.

I am left, where I am; for twenty-four hours straight, to enjoy a single unending moment. It is a bliss. I am experiencing the constant orgasm, rocking me.

Eventually, the doors are opened; the girls enter, and pull the plug. As the tube is extracted, its hold over me is lost; I experience the long overdue climax and collapses where I hang. Soon thereafter, I am unconscious.

The remaining tubes slip out of me, as the master-bond had been severed; by the extraction of the original tube, inserted into my belly button.

My gloves and stockings are taken off of my arms and legs; just as my tubes have been collected, and saved for later use.

Where am I: 4

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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.