Author's Note

Handleler's POV

Walking the Girl: 11

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I am entering the room, in which the girl known as Ms. April had just had her breakfast. At least; that is what I had been told, by the Mistress’ Assistant.

Naturally, I had no reason to doubt the Assistant’s word. That is not, how we do things here. No Mistress would stand for it.
“Greetings, Ms. April!” I address her; just as I had closed the door, behind me.

“Greetings, Ms. Handler!” she responds, in kind.

“How very appropriate!” I ponder; “How are you doing, today?” I inquire.

“Very well; thank you for asking, Ms. Handler..” she responds; “and you?” she adds.

“Very well; thank you for asking, Ms. April!” I respond.

“At least, the formalities have been concluded..” I ponder; “Time for the more pleasant business!” I continue.

“You have enjoyed your stay; here at the Dungeon, Ms. April?” I inquire.

From what I had been told; she is doing very well, and there was no reason to believe she had not enjoyed it here. I enjoy the pleasantries, and thus ask a few polite questions.

“I love it here; both my Mistress and my Assistant, have been great to me!” she responds.

“That pleases me to hear!” I respond; “They have been quite pleased, with you and your progress as well!” I concede; “It is time, I get down to business; I need you to disrobe for me!” I conclude, as I extract the tube inserted into her belly button.

“Thank you, thank you!” she responds, with a slight hint of an oncoming blush.

“Oh, oh; Oooh!” she responds, as I extract the tube.

A moment later, all the extensions of her body reverts to the original state; leaving her a perfectly normal looking girl, aside from the manicure and make-up. These are not related to the tube; and can’t be considered extensions, of her biological body.

“That feels odd! Now I will simply have to get used to; who I was before I signed in, at the Dungeon!” she mumbles, somewhat disappointed and surprised.

“Yes, I am afraid that is the case; but you will be able to blend in, with the crowd of people outside!” I put forth.

“My speech sounds, and feels funny!” she explains; “I can no longer trace a sounds, with my ears!” she then continues.

“Yes, I know; but now I need you, to slip out of your stockings!” I respond.

“Oh, okay; but this will make me feel strangely naked, and uncomfortable!” she puts forth, as she starts reaching for the rim of the right stocking.

“I will be here every step of the way, supporting you; besides, I will see you slip into something more casual soon enough!” I reassure her.

“Thank you, Handler; this will make the transition go much smoother, and comfortable!” she responds, as she is slipping the right stocking down her thigh.

She continues, unhindered; slipping the stocking of and pulls it all the way off. Her leg and foot soon reverts to its original, natural state. As she is setting down the right foot, she is automatically lifting the left hoof; while she is reaching for the rim of the left stoking. A moment later, she is pulling the left stocking of off her leg, finding the leg revert to its natural state.

“There; that was not so hard, was it?” I inquire.

“No, but it just felt so unnatural; to take these stockings off of me, before I had started!” she explains.

“In a few moments, this will feel perfectly natural and normal to you!” I offer, in support.

“It will?” she inquires; somewhat insecure, uncertain about herself.

“I have a pair of ankle-socks, for you to try on; these should counteract the initial unease, once you put them on!” I offer; “These toe-socks, will look good in open shoes; and make the shoes more comfortable, to wear and walk around in!” I explain.

“Okay; thank you, Handler!” she responds; as she is accepting the socks, and is visibly lightening up considerably.

“Yes; you will see, in just a moment!” I respond, as I am observing her.

She is lifting her right foot, slipping it right into the sock; before she is setting the foot down onto the floor. With the right foot, on the floor, she is lifting her left foot; slipping it into the socks, and finally place the foot onto the floor.

“Oh!” she exclaims; “Looks and feels perfectly normal!” she then adds, with both feet firmly on the floor.

“I have a pair of matching gloves, for you to wear!” I explain; offering her the semi-frosted looking, otherwise crystal clear gloves.

“These will fit?” she inquires; “I do have pretty long nails!” she then observes; as if the nails should present a problem, when she is putting the gloves on.

“Yes, your hands will fit perfectly into these gloves; you will see, just put them on?” I point out; as I am explaining the purpose of the gloves, I had just offered the girl.

“Oh, okay; if you promise, the gloves will fit..” she responds, as she is slipping her right hand into the glove; “Then I will put them on!” she continues, as she is offering the glove a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“Hay, what do you know?” she puts forth; as she notices the glove fitting perfectly, just as I had promised her.

Now I watch her, as she is slipping her left hand, into the second glove; offering the glove a few tentative tugs: one, twice and thrice.

First now, with both gloves on; she takes the time, to examine her hands. As she is exploring the fit, flexing her fingers; she is observing her now perfectly normal an inoffensive looking hands, with mounting awe.

“No suction-cups visible, no sensitive touch-pads visible; and my nails are looking almost perfectly normal, as if I had never accepted the manicure when I arrived!” she exclaims.

“Yes, exactly; just as I promised, the gloves did not act up?” I put forth.

“My hands feel perfectly normal..” she observes; “Just like the hands of any girl on the street!” she then concludes.

“Your hands will not betray you, for as long as you are wearing these gloves; though it is time to slip out of the panties and top, so you can dress up for the adventure ahead!” I point out.

“I may be a bit: matter of fact, but as a Handler; I have to pronounce my intent strictly, so she is understanding my intent as clearly as possible!” I ponder; reminding myself of what it means to be a Handler, in the first place.

I am constantly observing the girl, in order to be on top of the situation; knowing what to say, and how to react. I am after all the Handler; and she is the pet, to me. Her nudity does not bother me, in the least; considering she is the Pet, in the room. I am acting, accordingly; never letting on if it bothers me or if I care.

“Oh, okay!” she responds, as she is sliding her panties down her thighs; stepping out of the garment, before she is placing the panties on the table.

“Here, try these..” I offer; handing her a pair of black, silky looking panties; “These should be your size!” I point out, reassuringly.

“Oh, okay!” she responds, as she is accepting the panties I had just offered her; “They do look a bit small, and tight; but if she says they will fit, I take her on her word!” she ponders, quietly; as her more submissive side, is starting to reassert itself upon her.

“Little by little, I am gaining her trust; by proving the point, knowing what I say is the absolute truth!” I ponder.

“Feels, as if a Tailor had crafted these to my measurements; but I had never afforded myself, to contract a Tailor to craft my clothes before!” she confesses.

“Silk is the best, for classy underwear!” I propose; guiding her towards where I want her to go, hinting what I want her to believe the garment had been made out of.

“I have always dreamt of wearing silk-panties, but I rarely can afford it; but these are exactly, what I had pictured them to feel like!” she responds, confirming the given image.

“I need you to slip your top of, for me; so that you can wear a matching set, when you go out!” I instruct her.

“Oh, okay!” she responds, as she is slipping the top up over her head, before she is placing it on the panties, she just slipped out of.

“Here, try this..” I offer; handing her the top matching the panties, she is currently wearing.

“Oh, okay!” she responds, as she is accepting the black, silky looking top, I had just offered her.

I observe her, as she is slipping the top on; just as I know, she had slipped into her top at home, numerous times before.

“Oh, there is one small detail..” I put forth, almost as if it had been something I had forgotten to mention; “If you turn towards the wall, and go down on all fours?” I then put forth.

“I trust you!” she mumbles, as she is conceding to my instructions; turning towards the indicated wall, before she is going down on all fours.

I observe her standing on all fours, as if her hands had been the paws of a dog. After a moment, I reach forwards, pulling her panties down a little bit beyond the orifice; pick up her plug, and insert it into her rump in practiced and exaggerated slow motion. I manage to stretch the moment for over an entire minute. She is patiently waiting, as I am leaving her ample time to explore the sensations and emotions involved in her experience.

“Oh, oh, oh; oh, oh, oh; oh, oh, oh..” she ponders; as she is experiencing the plug stretching her and filling her up, to the brim.

No protest, and no resistance; whatsoever, from her during the entire event. As much as I had stretched this out; she does not hit towards any discomfort or impatience, on her part.

“She made it feel, as if the plug would never end; but it feels good, knowing she would not force or rush it in the least!” she ponder; “I just love, how this feels; she filled me up to the brim!” she is realizing.

“There, I will just pull up your panties again!” I offer.

“Why does it feel so natural; to stand on all fours, like this?” she ponders; as the sensation is slowly sinking in, where she is patiently and comfortably remaining on all fours.

I leave her, on all fours for a moment; observing her reactions, in her current position. I can find no sign of discomfort, in her.

“No point, in delaying!” ponder; “Raise to your feet, please!” I instruct her.

A moment later, she is making an attempt to comply; taking her just a few minutes, before she is finally standing upright on her own two feet. She had not asked for any assistance; but managed to get up, all by herself.

“Since we are going out today; I need you to dress up, accordingly!” I explain.

“Is that, why I am wearing the silken panties and top?” she inquires.

“Yes, exactly!” I respond; ” I can’t have you, embarrassing yourself; by showing up nude or even poorly dressed!” I elaborate.

“Thank you, Handler!” she responds.

“Here, try this!” I offer; as I am handing her a fairly narrow, cotton pencil skirt.

The fit may be a bit on the tight side, but the material should be elastic enough; for her to put it on, and be able to walk comfortably in it.

“Thank you, Handler!” she responds, as she is accepting the sapphire blue garment.

I am observing her; as she is slipping the skirt on, with little to no problem in the process. In the end, she is giving the skirt a few tentative tugs; once, twice and thrice. The skirt does obtain the desired fit, and she will be comfortable wearing it.

“Here, try this on!” I offer; as I am handing her a matching blouse, to wear.

“Thank you, Handler!” she responds, as she is accepting the garment.

She is unbuttoning the blouse, before she is slipping her right and left hand into the respective sleeve; before she is buttoning the blouse with practiced ease, from the bottom and all the way up to the top.

“You make me feel; like a smart girl, ready to go out on a date!” she concedes.

“That is the point!” I offer; “Then you are not going to embarrass yourself, by looking out of place!” I put forth.

“No, of course not!” she merely responds.

“Here, try this on!” I offer; as I am handing her a short-cropped, midriff mate, black leather-jacket.

“Thank you, Handler!” she responds; as she is accepting the offered jacket.

I observe her pulling the zipper down, before she is slipping her right and left hand into the respective sleeve, before zipping it half-way up between her breasts.

“Maybe a bit tight, around my breasts; but it makes me feeling so hot and busty, I could almost burst!” she concedes.

“It does not make you uncomfortable; to be the receiver, of all the attention?” I inquire.

“Normally; I imagine it would, but if you approved it I should be fine!” she offers; “You propped me up; so that I should be feeling smart and sexy, without a care in the world!” she adds.

“Since I need you to feel confident, in yourself; it is my part to prop you up, towards that end!” I agree; “This should make you the girl you want to be, if and when you chose to go out; instead of cowering, in the safety and sanctity of your own cramped flat!” I propose.

“Thank you, Handler!” she responds, more and more on reflex.

“Don’t worry; I will not ask you, to step over the cliff!” I ponder, giggling at the expression.

“One final detail, before we go out; you could by no means go out, barefoot!” I point out.

“Oh, of course not!” she responds.

“Here, try these on!” I respond; presenting her a pair of beautiful ultra-high heels, with just a bit of plateau to them.

She momentarily looks down, and gasps; before she is approaching the foot-wear bravely. She does not want to let me down, after everything she thinks I have done for her. I could not blame her, exactly; how could I, after all she is doing for me.

“If you think, I could wear these? I will!” she promises; almost as if her life had been pending on, if she had managed to wear these shoes.

“Of course, you can!” I ascertain her; “Besides, you will be stunning; wearing these, as we step out into the city!” I point out, matter of fact.

“Just looks a bit tight, and I am not used to wearing high heels!” she concedes, almost as if the fact had been embarrassing her.

After another moment of hesitation; I can see her slip the right foot into the top of the shoe; slipping it in, with surprising ease. As the foot had slipped in; she attempts to place her weight on the foot; finding herself stand up, with shocking comfort. Just a few inches above, what she had thought she could be comfortable with.

Once she is standing steadily on her right foot; she continues, to slip the left foot into the other shoe. She momentarily hesitate, pondering if she needs to bend over; to reach the straps of the shoes, by herself.

I bend over, pressing a seemingly invisible button; at the top of the shoe, front and center. As I am pressing the button, the shoe is tightening up, comfortably; holding the foot steadily in a phantom-grip. Once the first shoe is properly secured; I repeat the process, securing the left shoe in the same manner.

“Turn around, face the door!” I point out; “Just give yourself a moment; to see your feet in the shoes, and get accustomed to your new stature!” I instruct her, generously.

She turns around, stands still; then she braves it, casting a glance down at her feet.

“Oh, oh; Ooh!” she exclaims; “Stunning, just as you had promised!” she concedes, eagerly.
“Shall we, my Dear!” I offer, as I am placing my arm around her waist, then starts moving towards the door.

"Of course, my Dear!” she responds, following me quite eagerly.

I open the door, and step out; with her by my side, as I continue into the hall. Only stopping, in order to close the door behind myself. From there, I continue down the hall. I open the door before me, and close it behind me. She stays at my side; almost as an obedient dog, on command. After a moment, I am leading her into the lobby.

“Greetings, Handler and Miss!” the Lobbyist addresses us.

“Greetings, Lobbyist!” I respond, and she is echoing me.

“I am taking Miss out on a stroll on the town!” Handler concedes, informing the Lobbyist exactly where we are going.

“Of course, Handler; have fun, and see you when you are back!” the Lobbyist responds.

“Just like going out on my first date, as he has just picked me up; before he is taking me out!” she realizes.

“A brisk walk, should do us a world of good!” I offer; “Besides, I think you will enjoy getting used to your new shoes!” I then suggest.

“Yes, I believe it will!” she responds; “I always need to take my new shoes out, on a walk down-town; every time I buy new once, before I can claim them as my own!” she adds.

I continue the short distance up to the door, open it and step right out; she is by my side, refusing to stray.

“A walk in the twilight, always brings me into the mood; even if I may have wished, for company like you more often!” I concede, as I am leading her down the street.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard, from her most effeminate shoes; as she is following me, to where I am going.

“Why, oh why; is this feeling so comfortable and natural, all over again?” she ponders, as she is following me; “You were right; it is almost, as if I had been walking bare-foot in the grass!” she concedes.

“As it should be, or I had been worried!” I offer, in confidence.

“Just as I thought, they are watching me!” she puts forth, as she is feeling eyes glued to her.

“Yes, but they are admiring you!” I explain, matter of fact.

“I guess I could not blame them, right now!” she concedes.

“Me neither!” I respond; “You will be used to it, before the night is over; then it will barely register, when they admire you the next time!” I point out, with a slight hint of a chuckle.

I leave her, with a moment, for what I had just said to sink in; as we continue walking in silence. Of course, we are almost there now. The first hint of the scent of her establishment; slowly making its way, as I am leading her towards the building.

Even now, in the state as a regular human girl; she could not ignore it, for all that much longer. How could she?

I am slowly waking her, towards the Party Palace; owned and operated, by a certain Diane Pie. It is a humongous sky-scraper constructed out of glass and steel. Though the outer facade had been laid with a special brand of Ginger-bread, coated and treated, to stand up to the elements, and the test of time.

“I guess, it is finally time for you; to get out of the box, and face people, again!” I suggest.

“Yes, I guess!” she responds, now sniffing the air.

“While it has been a joy, to be at the Dungeon; maybe I do need to get out, to see people in the fresh outdoors air?” she acknowledges.

“There is someone I would like you to see; someone very special, and she will be waiting for us!” I respond, “Miss Diane Pie, she is tending the counter at the cafe; I am taking you to, tonight!” I explain.

“A cafe, sounds nice!” she responds.

“I was hoping, to offer you a treat; at this cafe, in just a moment!” I put forth.

“Guess I can’t say no, to a treat?!” she offers, giggling.

“It’s a great time to hang out, outside the Dungeon; and you need to get used to life outside, eventually!” I propose.

“I had never expected to enjoy my time, at the Dungeon this much; but I guess I need to reclaim my life at some point!” she concedes.

“I guess people has a different image, of what a visit to a Dungeon is like? I suggest.

“While I guess the discipline and punishment still are there, but it isn’t what kept me staying for this long!” she admits.

“We do cater for a wide range of tastes and kink!” I admit; “Limiting one-self too much; only hurt the pleasure and business, overall in the long run!” I point out.

“Yes, and it is worth the risks involved to chance a new experience!” she puts forth.

“Yes, that it does; but I think we’re here, now!” I point out, as I am reaching the door.

The lobby looks, almost as if it had been intended to be a gigantic greenhouse at construction. Only to be engulfed in the construction of a sky-scraper; subsumed in the structure and purpose.

Two sliding doors open, before us; permitting us entrance and swallows us whole, in a single gulp. There is no rush of air, as the doors open. Though the scents, of numerous confectioneries assault our sinuses; the moment we cross the threshold, into the lobby.

“This is sweeter than a sugar-shop!” she exclaims, a moment after entering the building.

Of course, we had entered an entirely different realm, as we entered the cafe; this is the world belonging to Diane Pie. Otherwise known as Pinkie. Does she do everything, just for pinks? Just to make another friend. Or, just for that one last smile?

The store-front windows are lined with showcases; all lined with various types of confectioneries of every imaginable flavour. There is a desk-counter; behind which a girl is standing, looking at us as we enter.

Her hair is standing out on top of her head; giving the impression of deep pink cotton candy. Her wide grin, unrivaled by any means. Otherwise, she is looking almost as any blue-eyed girl on the street; just with a somewhat pinker complexion than the standard norm would have suggested.

She wears a deep, bright pink tank-top and matching skirt; in a glossy and smooth material reminiscent of latex or rubber. It is spotless.

After a moment, I notice the hint of a pink eye-shadow, even if I guess the lip-gloss is over the top obvious. My girl is spotting the details on her own, without my assistance to point anything out.

“Welcome to the pink Party Palace!” she exclaim a moment after she lays eyes on us; “I am Diane Pie!” she points out; “But call me Pinkie; all my friends do, and I would like for you to be my friends, too!” she offers.

“Why do I have the impression, of a Candy-floss mare?” Miss April ponders, as she is watching Pinkie Pie before her.

“Hello, Pinkie!” I respond, and April echoes me a moment later.

“She is such a good Girl!” I ponder.

“What can I tempt you with, today; I have every kind of confectionery you could imagine: Cupcakes, muffins.. cakes and other pastries!” she blurts out.

I can’t quite follow her description of all the confectioneries she is pointing at. Then again, I have been here a few times before; and I have picture, of what I think I like. If I could eat the rest; but I choose to pick a favourite treat, and leave the rest where they lie.

This is kind of like going to a Cat Cafe, when I am walking a girl. It is nothing against the girl, it is just the service I am offering; I am walking the girl, so I am treating her like the Pet she wishes to be. Even if this is just a scenario, and I am quite happy to oblige.

When I am walking a Girl; I take her out to the park, I visit the Cafe, or any number of other activities I can offer her in this capacity.

I love walking the Girl; it lets me do so many things, I enjoy doing. I love visiting the Cafe, just to see Pinkie; though I have nothing against having a treat, as I am at it. Maybe it is also; because it feels as if I had been offending Pinkie, if I refused to.

If there is anyone I don’t want to offend, it is Pinkie; mainly because of my nature, but also because I do not find it very pleasant to see how she is reacting.

Pinkie Pie is hilarious, when happy; just as she is terrifying if offended. It is not something you do for fun, if you catch my drift.

All of a sudden, I feel the echo of the Candy-mare rhyme on the air, and it is giving me a shill all the way down my spine.

With just a single glance at me, she is dispelling the problem; in a way only she can, however she does it.

“I hope you are up; for something sweet, Miss!” I offer the girl.

“Yes, but there are just so many options!” she echoes, quietly.

“Don't even get her started, on the options in here!” I whisper.

“Oh?” she echoes, with a confused expression on her face.

“Maybe I will explain, on the way home!” I offer.

“Thank you, Handler; maybe, if you want to!” she responds.

“Oh, but of course!” I respond; “Though I think we should be enjoying the assortment of pastries?” I suggest, nudging her towards the segment of interest.

“A super-sweet Strawberry muffin?” I gasp, as I find the pastry labeled “Strawb’s Muffin”

“Maybe, I should just have one of these?” she inquires, indicating the item, she had just discovered.

“We take two of these, Pinkie!” I put forth, indicating the muffin the girl had selected.

Not that I had to choose the same pastry, she wanted; just as she did not have to take the pastry, I like. Just that I would love to taste, what she had just discovered.

“Excellent choice, if you like strawberry and muffins!” she points out; standing behind me before I had realized, she had even moved out of the spot.

She holds two diminutive plates in her left hand; opening the counter indicated, and scoops out two muffins and deposit one on each plate.

“Anything else?” Pinkie inquires, eagerly.

“Sparkle-cola?” I inquire.

“Pink variety?” the girl inquires.

“Of course!” Pinkie responds.

“Can I have a package of these chewing-gums?” I offer.

“Yes, please; but of yours, you can!” Pinkie points out.

“These are for you!” I offer; whispering in the ear, of the girl by my side.

“Thank you!” she responds.

“You are eating here, today; Handler?” Pinkie inquires.

“Yes, please!” I respond; “My usual both, please!” I add; “I am expecting additional company, shortly!” I explain.

Or at least, I am trying to watch her; when she is moving too fast, for my eyes to follow or register what is happening.

“The booth is readily awaiting you!” she points out; “I will be with you in a moment!” she then adds.

“Don’t tell me, I already know who she is!” Pinkie ponders, with a widening grin on her face.

I follow her instruction, with the girl in tow; heading towards the booth, I am always enjoying as I am here.

“Is she breathing laughing-gas?” the girl inquires, quietly; as we step out of the lobby, on our way to the booth.

“You would believe?” I muse; “Elemental laughter, powerful stuff!” I just add.

“Breathing laughing-gas, like a dragon breathes fire?” I ponder, chucking at the mere thought.

While the floor of the Lobby may have been laid with black stone, in order to take the weight of the feet trampling the floor; the inner sanctum is laid with oak-wood. Though she chose the pink Cherry-wood panels for the walls, on a more thematic standpoint. She just loves Pink.

“Why does the decoration look like candy?” April asks, after a moment.

“Because Pinkie is a Pie, and her sensibilities are like the ways of God, mysterious and unfathomable for mere mortals like us!” I respond.

“Now you are making her scary!” I put forth; Yet, you love being in her company?” she inquires.

“Everyone loves to be in her company!” I point out; “You just feel good, being around her; “Maybe this is part of what is so scary about her?” I suggest.

“I felt that too, as I entered the room, where she is standing!” she responds.

“Everyone can feel the effect of her presence!” I put forth; “Though I am particularly sensitive to it!” I explain.

“By the way, here we are!” I point out, indicating the booth she had set aside for me.

I lift up my hand, extending it towards the door; press the palm of my hand down onto the plaque, and spread my fingers wide. The door opens instantly, as it is sliding up to grant me access to my booth.

“Right this way, please!” I extend to her, and she is following by my side into the room.

The door slides shut, a mere step behind us.

“Why does the seats’ cushions look like pink gummy-bear?” she inquires, taken aback by the interior decoration.

“It is pink, because Pinkie!” I put forth.

The table has a sofa up against the wall, on one side; then there are three comfortable looking armchairs opposing the sofa. Though the table looks more like Licorice, than anything else.

“Have a seat, please; April, the sofa or the chair?” I offer, with an outstretched hand, indicating the given options.

“I usually prefer the sofa; but for some reason, I am inclined to choose the chair this time!” she responds, then promptly sits down.

“I hope it is as comfortable, as it looks!” I offer.

“It may be a bit on the squishy side; but otherwise it is quite all right!” she responds.

“I thought as much, but what could you expect from gummy-bear cushions?” I tease.

I push in the seat, for her; just before the other door is sliding up, and Pinkie is stepping into the room. Naturally; she is carrying the plates and bottles with our Sparkle-cola, as she is entering.

“Here you go, hope it will be to your satisfaction!” she responds, before she is stepping right out of the booth.

Since Miss April is sitting down comfortably, I am lighting up my horn; before I am casting a simple spell, making the seat stick to her rump.

There is a buzz, as my second guest is waiting by the door.

“Just a moment, and I will let her in!” I point out, as I am answering the call.

I extend my right hand, lifting it up towards the plaque; before I am pressing the palm of my hand towards the bright, pink rubbery material and spread my fingers. The door slides up, and Miss May is stepping into the room. The door slides shut, just as I slip my hand off of the plaque.

“Hello, Handler!” she exclaims; “What a lovely surprise!” she continues; “Oh, and hello, Sis!” she concludes, as she is addressing me.

“Hello, Miss May; welcome in, and have a seat!” I greet her.

“Hello, Sis; such a lovely surprise to see you here today!” Miss April exclaims, excited to see her sister.

“I got an offer, I could not refuse!” May responds, promptly; while she is giggling at the situation.

“Have a seat, please; Miss May!” I offer; indicating the sofa and the two remaining chairs, by the table.

“Yes, please; Handler, thank you!” she responds, as she is taking the seat to the right of April.

I apply my spell onto the seat, upon which May is sitting; permitting the two sisters to share this moment, in a deeper meaning.

“Wait; you chose the strawb’s muffin?” May inquire; “I think I would love one, going by the scent alone!” she then adds.

“Then you shall have one!” I respond.

The next moment; Pinkie is by the door, carrying the teat extended to Miss May.

“I was expecting you, May; my pinkie-sense was tingling!” she merely points out, as she is placing the plate and bottle before May.

“Oh, yes!” May puts forth; “Handler, should I take of my gloves now?” she inquires; “Or later!” she concludes.

“Now, is as good a time as any!” I concede.

Pinkie quietly slipped out the back-door; intended for personal, only.

“I believe we are alone, now; so we can speak openly, without any interference from outsiders!” I prompt.

“Since Pinkie left the room, but she probably already knew everything since before we entered the palace anyway!” May points out.

“She wears gloves?” April ponders; “Similar; to identical, to the once I am wearing right now?” she considers.

“I hope you master handling objects without your gloves, May!” I point out; “Because it could be a bit embarrassing if you don’t!” I suggest.

“I believe I do, and it would be embarrassing!” May responds.

With that, she is slowly slipping the gloves off of her hands, right and left; leaving the gloves on the table before her, exposing her bare hands.

The first visible is the silicon-white suction-cups of the palms of her hands.

Of course we can also see her semi-square, crystal cleat nails; aside from the bright cerise touch-pads.

Aside from the alterations mentioned; her hands are close to identical, to what they were before.

Of course, it had been my intent; to expose her, to how her sister had changed before her. I observe April’s reactions on what her sister had become, and how the changes had transformed her. Then again; I had not just taken the sisters to the cafe to watch them. I could have exposed April to how her sister May had changed anywhere.

“Maybe spare a moment, and attention to the muffins and the Sparkle-cola?” I suggest.

“Yes!” May responds; “I am looking forwards to tasting my muffin!” she then continues.

“Oh, of course!” April responds; as she is shifting her attention, away from her sister and towards the muffin before her.

“Though you may still like to observe how May is picking up her muffin!” I offer.

May quietly picks up her muffin in a delicate grip; using only the tips of her fingers, barely permitting even the touch-pads touching the pastry in her right hand.

I can clearly detect her reactions, each time the soft muffin is touching her highly sensitive touch-pads, and when she is biting into her pastry. Each time she is shifting slightly, in her seat, as the muffin is touching her lips.

“Oh, oh!” May breathes, with each delicate touch.

After a few tentative bites; I shift more attention, toward enjoying my very own muffin. Even if I am still observing the sisters, as they are enjoying the treat I had offered them.

Of course, I can clearly feel the taste and scent of the strawberries involved in baking this muffin; though I guess it is still a super-sugary treat, just as promised. This is still a delicate muffin, expertly baked with infinite care.

“I am still amazed, by each new pastry I am sampling, at this place!” I ponder, as I realize what I am biting into.

My focus, momentarily obstructed. I am still observing the two girls; as they are enjoying their pastries with me. Every so many bites, a new sip on the cola provided; I had offered this, along with the muffin.

“I can not help myself; but enjoying to watch as a girl like May is handling herself, after she had gone through the changes, and taken the time to practice handling herself!” I ponder, as I am considering the two girls before me.

Little is said, but the pastries are finding themselves enjoyed, thoroughly enough.

“This is indeed delicious!” May contemplates, as she is just swallowing a mouth-full of muffin, she just washed down with a sip of Sparkle-cola.

“Yes!” April chimes in, in agreement.

“Though I guess I am distracted; by watching my sister, right now!” April concedes.

“How so?” I inquire; “You have seen her, before!” I offer.

“Yes, I have!” April responds; “Though that was before..!” she continues; “I had never had the opportunity of watching her putting in the delicate effort of just enjoying a muffin; quite like this, before!” she concludes.

“Oh?” May responds, with an obvious and open-hearted giggle.

“Maybe this is, why I referred you, to see the Dungeon for yourself!” May points out, still with a lingering hint of the giggle.

“Thank you, Sis!” April responds; “I have loved every instant of my stay, at the Dungeon!” she then offers.

“I could very well imagine; after having been there myself, first!” May puts forth.

“It was a wise decision, by our beloved Queen Chrysalis!” I ponder; “To place our Dungeon within walking distance of this place!” I conclude.

Just being in the same room, as these two lovely girls; is a heaven, to one such as me. I am soaking up every ounce of love and loveliness they radiate in my presence.

“It is, like sitting in a well-heated room; while the frigid blizzard is raging across the land, outside the house!” I ponder.

This is the privilege of the Handler. I am one of her Highness’ Handlers, for the Hive.

I am proud of who I am, and what I can do for my Queen and my hive. This does by no means diminish my respect for the Mistresses, or the Assistants; who works tirelessly, in the service or our beloved Queen. Their service is different, as are their respective privileges; but they serve our Queen just as well, and are receiving their due rewards and privileges just as certainly. They were made to enjoy what they have, just as I was.

I had been informed, of this Party Palace, early in my time at the Hive; I was instructed to sample the establishment for myself and to take the girls I was put to handle here.

If other Handlers visit the place, or goes elsewhere is not my problem. I take the girls I am handling here; for the rewards offered. As a Handler, I am primed to walk the streets and observe the girls outside the Hive. I am helping them to adjust back into their society. With that said, I am introducing them to the social order at this place.

Exposing the girls to this world, is indeed a pleasure; to one such as me, just as I had learned so long ago.

Now I am soaking in the heat provided, enjoying myself; as I am observing them interact, leading them back to where they came from. This is a world, very different from mine.

While in a rather contemplative state; I am observing these two girls, acting and interacting. I am enjoying myself; as I observe these two girls, while still eating the muffin and drinking my soda. Maybe it is part of being a Handler, just like me; to be able to enjoy these outings, while I am observing the girls before me?

Of course, all good things has to come to an end. My muffin is all but gone; they are also finishing of their treat, before me.

“Are they aware; of how I had made them stick, into their respective seats?" I ponder.

While I know, they have been exposed; it does not mean, they will appreciate or handle this well now. Maybe they had enjoyed it, while in the scenario, but will they enjoy being stuck, as a prank? Of course; Pinkie is the Mistress of pranks, the Prankster to end all Pranksters.

“The treat has been delicious!” May puts forth, generously.

“Yes, it was!” April responds.

“Thank you, Handler; for the treat, and this moment with my Sis!” May puts forth, eagerly; “It was delicious, and priceless!” she adds, with empathized warmth.

“You are quite welcome, my dear May!” I respond.

While she had been sitting still, now she is making the first attempt to move. Yet, to no avail; her rump is stuck, as if I had been gluing her to the seat.

“Oh, oh!” May exclaims, quietly.

April is giggling, as she is observing her sister’s predicament. She sits still, for but a moment longer.

“Oh, oh!” April exclaims; “Uh.. I seems to be stuck!” she then adds.

“Oh?” May inquires, giggling.

“Observation is key!” I ponder, with a chuckle.

I watch their initial struggle with great interest. Just that I do not let on; how I feel, or how eagerly I am observing them, and the plight they seem to have been finding themselves in.

For a moment, there are the initial signs; of a raising fear on their faces, as they continue to struggle against the involuntary captivity they are experiencing.

“Whoa?” April and May ponder; “Wait, why is this so deliciously familiar?” they then realize, as one.

There is no struggle, but they are regaining the mental composure; as the raising fear is turning into delight. The test had been mastered, and the challenge is overcome.

The experience is turning from the initially experienced threat; and into a sexually arousing moment, together. The perceived sense of being stuck, reinforcing the excitement within the situation. A link previously crafted, now strengthened and further reinforced.

The two girls, turning to face one-another, with an excited grin; sharing the moment of excitement, forced upon them and generously granted. Just the one moment, together; sharing something, intimately.

“Fear, was never my goal!” I ponder; “I never quite had the stomach, for it in the first place!” I consider, chuckling at my position between these two girls.

Of course, the most fear-full girls were supposed to have been weeded out of the group; well before I lay my eyes upon them, in the first place.

Once the seed of fear had been dispelled, fear is losing it’s grip. These girls will be more likely to react with excitement than fear, from now on. The sphere, within which the effect of being stuck, is associated with excitement; now widened, to encompass space outside the dungeon, and the Hive.

I permit the girls, to enjoy this moment, for a while longer, before I acknowledge I could have done anything. They keep struggling; more in the effort of reinforcing the excitement, associated to being stuck.

“Uhm!” April inquires, in obvious excitement; “May I?” she elaborates, as she is lustfully gazing at her sister’s right hand.

“Why?” May puts forth; “But of course!” she then concedes without hesitation; as she is reaching for her sister.

“Thank you!” April responds, as she is accepting the offered hand.

April is pulling the outstretched hand towards her face; parting her lips, before she is licking the sensitive touch-pad of the index-finger. She lingers for a moment, gazing into her sister’s eyes as she continues. Only then; she chooses to start with the thumb, and giving each touch-pad a full minute of attention.

“Oh, oh; oooh!” May exclaims, as April is lapping at the touch-pads of her right hand.

“Excuse me, Sis; but I just have to try this, now!” April ponders, as she is pushing her sister’s hand firmly onto the smooth surface of the table before them.

“Squeak!” is heard, as the suction-cup hits the table’s surface.

“Is.. is it really stuck?” April inquires; with signs of obvious excitement, to her voice.

“Yes!” May responds, after a few attempts to pull the hand off of the table.

“May I?” April inquires, indicating taking her gloves off of her hands.

“Yes, please do!” I offer.

“I love seeing these sisters coming out of the closet, like this!” I ponder, as I am observing April slipping the gloves of off her hands and leaving them on the table.

With the gloves of off her hands; April is offering her right hand to her sister May. May is accepting the hand, then sets of, licking the sensitive touch-pads for her sister.

“You taste like muffin, right now!” May concedes.

“So do you!” April responds.

Once May is finishing, lapping at April’s pinkie-finger touch-pad, she is returning the favour; by slapping her sister’s hand onto the table, beside her own. Though she had been forced to use her left hand.

“Squeak!” is heard, as April’s hand is hitting the surface of the table.

“Is your hand stuck?” May inquires; “How does it feel?” she continues.

April gives her hands a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; “Yes, I think it is stuck!” she giggles in growing excitement; only to give her hands a few yanks: once, twice and thrice.

“Yes, I am truly stuck now!” April confirms.

“Yay!” the sisters exclaim in chorus.

“Should we?” April inquires.

“Do we dare?” May fills in; “Again?” she concludes.

Both girls lift their free hand, spread the fingers and slap the table.

“Squeak!” is heard, as the hand is hitting the table.

“That, feels curiously exciting!” the girls giggle, in chorus.

As I watch, they start to squirm; tentatively tugging at their hands: right and left, right and left. To no avail, their hands are indeed firmly stuck in place.

“Maybe I should just excuse myself, right now; leaving them, to the moment?” I ponder.

“Excuse me, I have an item to tend to!” I point out, as I am raising to my feet.

On my way, I am standing behind the two sisters. I stop; only to give them a hand, slapping their hands down even further. With that, I am stepping out; leaving them in the room, believing I am walking out.

“Handler, just walked out!” April exclaim.

“Yes, and we are on our own!” May respond; “We are really stuck now!” she continues.

I never truly left, I am just out of sight; leaving them to think they are alone, as I am observing them for a test of my own.

While they remain quiet, they start to renew the fruitless efforts of trying to pull free. Of course, it is to no avail.

Minutes are passing by, as the girls tries to pull free. If it is fear, or excitement. Maybe it is a mix of both? I leave them, to explore the situation, by themselves. Would they panic, I am just a step away, waiting.

The room is quiet, short of the increasing squeaks from the attempts to pull free. Giggles ensue, shortly thereafter. Quiet, overtaking the room.

“Maybe, we should?” may inquires.

“You mean, kiss?” April inquires.

“Since we are stuck, here.. Together, just close enough!” May points out.

“Yes, we are stuck here, together!” April responds.

“Somehow, I am finding me growing helplessly excited!” May concedes, fairly willingly in her current state.

While her hands still remain stuck, firmly in place on the table; May starts leaning in, towards her sister April. She can’t help but notice, how her sister is responding; as she is leaning towards her, answering her suggestion.

May slowly parts her lips, licking her lower lips in a suggestive manner, inciting her sister to follow suit.

April is parting her lips, in response; licking her lower lip, in confirmation. She is mirroring her younger sister’s movement, as she is moving in closer.

In about a minute, they kiss; as their lips make contact, in a soft smack. But alas, fairly quietly.

“Smooth, wet; and slippery, almost like rubber!” they realize.

“Mmm!” April sighs; “I like how her lips feel, against mine!” she considers, knowing her sister is feeling exactly the same.

Increased sensitivity, being the tipping point; making them continue, exploring this venture. With another moment of exciting stimulation; they find it enjoyable enough, to continue further and thus permitting themselves to be distracted from the moment.

“Mhmm!” May ponders; “So good!” she continues.

Once the ice had been broken, and they had been properly introduced to the idea; the kiss lingers, as they maintain the pressure, to permit the kiss to persist.

Maybe the first hand stuck to the table, had just been opening the door. Once the initial connection between the sense of the hands being stuck, had been linked to the sexual interaction between the two girls; they had chosen to act on the impulse.

“Her lips, so wet and inviting!” April considers; taking this as her cue and invitation, to continue.

As sisters; April and May are prone, to think and act the same way. Not that they were Twins, or anything. Maybe they had been pushed in the same direction; by their respective Mistress, who were guiding them in this general direction.

“Sexual pleasures; is a means of coercing girls, towards what we want them to do!" I ponder.

Our Mistresses are aiding them, towards the goal; enhancing their abilities, to help them see the light. I am working towards the same goal; just with different tools, in different environments.

Of course; once they are distracted, I can step into the room and observe them firsthand. I had merely waited for a few minutes further; ascertaining myself, that they will not notice me entering the room again.

Naturally I had closed the door behind myself; in order not to permit anything from the outside, to alert them of my reentry, or distract them in any way.

As I am watching, the sexual interaction is consuming their attention; distracting them from the situation, in which they are still actively stuck.

As I am watching them from the side, I can continue to enjoy the action; outside of their field of vision, which could have alerted them to my presence in the room. I merely linger, as I am observing the two.

Side by side, they sit; leaning towards one-another, close enough to maintain the kiss. Lips tightly pressed together, sealed tight; quiet and soundless, as they enjoy the moment.

They continue, undistracted; enjoying this one moment, given to them.

In the end, they break of the kiss as one; finally looking up, noticing that my seat is still empty. Everything is left, as it was. Not even Pinkie had entered the room; in order to take out the dishes, from our visit.

“That, was good!” April exclaims; “We can do it again, any time!” May continues her thought.

“Yes, we could!” April responds; “Of course, and at home too?” May continues.

“I hope Handler is back soon!” April points out.

“Me too!” May responds.

That is my cue; “This was a success, for the two of you?” I inquire.

“Yes, it certainly was!” they exclaim, as one.

“Excellent!” I put forth; “It feels, as if you connected on a new level here!” I elaborate.

“Yes!” April responds; “We certainly did!” May continues.

“Any chance, you take this home?” I inquire; “Because it feels, as if you enjoyed this outside the original setting, of the Dungeon; and the scenario, you enjoyed there!” I elaborate.

“Yes!” April responds; “This feels just right; even if we may need to be a bit careful, at home!” May continues.

“I can’t be there, for you; if you get yourself stuck somewhere, when I am not around!” I concede.

“This was a blast, and I enjoyed the muffin too; Thank you, Handler!” May offers.

“You are quite welcome!” I respond.

“Could you help me out; I seem to be stuck in the seat, and I have a few items to attend to!” May explains.

“Certainly!” I respond.

I light up my horn; before I am dissolving the spell holding their rumps to the seats.

“There, that should do it!” I put forth.

“Thank you, Handler!”May exclaims.

“My hands are still stuck, onto the table!” May points out.

“That is an entirely different trick; to liberate your hands, from the suction!” I explain; “You can learn this trick; for the event, you get yourself stuck somewhere!” I elaborate.

“I, we can?” May inquires; “How; if I may be so bold, as to ask?” she continues.

“Incidentally; you do need a free hand, to perform this trick..” I explain; “and since your hands are firmly stuck, on the table; you need my assistance, which I am only too happy to provide!” I conclude.

“Yes, that would be a problem; my hands are both stuck, and I need to use my hands to break the suction holding my hands in place!” May puts forth, acknowledging the situation.

“If you could just up and lift your hands, May; what would be the point, or the excitement?” April interjects.

“The suction-cups would be quite pointless and useless; which would make me stand out, for no good reason!” May concedes.

“Exactly!” April concludes.

I step forwards, slipping an index-finger in under the right hand of the respective girls’ hands; thus effectively breaking the suction, liberating their right hands.

“Thank you!” May responds.

“That looks easy!” April points out; “You think, I could do that to?” May inquires, excitedly.

“Certainly!” I respond; “Why don’t you just try it?” I then add.

I watch, as they extend the index-finger of their right hand; slipping the finger in under the palm of the stuck hand. The suction instantly evaporates, with little more than a slight squeak.

“There!” I point out; “Works like a charm!” I elaborate.

“Yes!” April responds; “Thank you, Handler!” May continues.

The girls raise to their feet, and once more turn towards one-another; hugging in a tight embrace. After a moment, they slide their hands down into the other sister’s panties, unavoidably confirming that she is indeed having the plug inserted.

“Oh, oh; oooh!” they exclaim, in excitement.

“Fun, fun, fun!” May ponders, upon the realization.

“Of course, she found the plug!” April realizes.

“I have to!” May ponders; as she is placing her right and left index-finger on the mark, then swiftly dilates her sister.

“Oh, oh, oh; oooh!” April responds, reflexively mirroring her little sisters action.

“Interesting reaction!” I ponder, considering the girls before me.

“Oh, oh, oh; oooh!” May responds, pressing her lips against her older sister’s lips in a wet kiss.

“I will have to forward this to their respective Groom!” I ponder, as I am making a mental note.

“You have your plug inseted to?” April inquires.

“Yes, and I rarely go out without it inside me!” May responds.

“You are that used, to its presence?” April inquires.

“Yes, I am!” May responds; “I imagine you will realize this, soon enough; even if you have not tried it long enough, just yet!” she then adds.

“I guess it is a kind of focal point; that you barely even notice, after a while!” April concedes.

“Focus on it!! The next time you have it extracted and inserted, respectively; feel how it feels, and how everything changes within you a it is slipping in our out!” May points out.

“I notice, how may is pushing emphasis into the instruction; suggesting her older sister truly has to explore this!” I ponder.

“Okay!” April promises.

“Good!” May responds.

May plants a kiss on her sisters lips, feeling the warm response from her sister. She quietly picks up her gloves, slipping them on.

“It was great to see you, Sis!” May points out.

“You too, Sis!” April responds.

“See you, Sis!” May exclaims.

“See you!” April responds; and may slowly lets go of her sister, as she is turning towards the door out.

“Am, am I open?” April inquires; “Exposed?” she then puts forth.

“Yes!” I respond, as we watch may step out of the room.

The door slides shut behind the younger sister.

“If you like; I could help you with that, if you find it more comfortable for you!” I offer.

“Yes, please!” she responds, stepping up towards me.

I feel her hand on my waist, as she is encompassing me in a tight embrace. I slide my hands down under her panties; extend my index-fingers and quietly close her currently dilated orifice.

“Just a little bit more, please!” April inquires.

“Of course, my dear!” I respond, as I am closing her up further and beyond her natural state.

“How does it feel?” I inquire.

“Good!” she responds; “That is just right!” she elaborates.

I pull my hands up and out of her panties; returning her warm embrace, enjoying the moment she is offering me. I could not help myself, and I have no instructions discouraging me from accepting her closeness.

“I could have closed her further, but this is what she had asked of me!” I ponder.

“That went well!” I put forth.

“Yes, it is nice to go out and have a muffin!” she responds; “Thank you; for letting me see my sister, too!” she continues.

“My pleasure..” I respond; “She was the logical first choice, when reintroducing you to the outside!” I elaborate.

“I have not seen her, since I entered the Dungeon!” she puts forth; “It feels so good, to see her; not to mention, to realize, just how much we have in common!” she elaborates.

“Learning of her little secret?” I inquire.

“That is exciting!” she responds; “All the things connecting us!” she continues.

“You share more, than you had expected?” I put forth; “She certainly are excited, by your development!” I point out.

“Yes, I could see that..” she responds, giggling; “She loves my rump plugged!” she adds.

“She loves to have someone, to share her secret; someone with which she can connect and enjoy her fantasies with!” I offer.

“That is, why she was so proud; to take her gloves of, so that she could show her hands openly?” she inquires.

“Yes, and you did enjoy it with her; she can open up herself, to you!” I put forth; “Though it is time, you pick up your gloves; and put them on, before we go out!” I point out.

“Of course!” she merely offers, as she is picking up the gloves.

I watch her, as she is slipping her hands in; consciously asserting the perfect fit with a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“There, now we can go home!” I offer.

“Yes!” she responds.

With that, I place my right arm around her waist, before I am leading her out.