The Red Crop

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She had been every bit as strict an Instructor as I had pictured her. I had learned; that I am respecting her immensely, for this.

The practice and exercises had been grueling hard, but she had permitted me to enjoy it. I had enjoyed myself, as she had put me through my paces.

“You can wear the suit, as you return to your room; it is yours, it was after all crafted for you personally!” he had informed me, just after the class had been dismissed.

While I guess I could have walked nude, or just worn my panties and top; none even stopped to afford me a second glance over, as I was walking back to my room.

“I suggest, that you do slip out of the Uniform now; since you have completed the class, and can take the time to relax!” she had pointed out.

Naturally, she had unzipped the suit for me. She had also helped me, with unlacing the slippers I had been wearing. With that, she had left me, to relax and rest. The service had been concluded. She may be required, elsewhere.

“While I am at it, before I am forgetting it; I should extract your pacifier now, so that you can regain your voice!” she pointed out; placing the tip of her extended index-finger on my lips, before she had applied the previously removed ring.

With that out of the way, she had puled the pacifier out of my mouth with a distinct plop.
While I am still facing her, she is applying a clear lip-gloss onto my lips. I acutely feel the gel applied onto my lips.

“Oh!” I ponder; “Thank you, Groom!” I then continue.

With that, she is leaving me alone. She had helped me to disrobe and slip out of the uniform. My pacifier back in the box, containing all my gifts I had received, during my stay here.

I had seen her walk out of the room, and the door sliding shut behind her. I am once more alone. No company. I did not mind.

My lips had been hard, for as long as the pacifier had been bonded to them; now they start to grow soft and elastic, more like Silicone that my lips. A moment later, I realize my lips are parting, no longer fused as they had been while the pacifier had been inserted.

“I am getting my voice back!” I ponder; “Soon, as my lips are returning to the original state!” I continue.

While the process may take several long minutes; but the process had been initiated, and is now running its course. I am flexing my lips, exploring the gradual development. Do I hasten or hinder the progress; I have no idea, it merely feels natural to explore the gradual development actively.

Even without the slips on, I am still on the tips of my toes; just as I had been before, not even realizing I am doing it.

My feet had been adjusted, to the posture; stubbornly maintaining my posture, for as long as I am not actively fighting it. I am tip-toeing around the room, a few times over. Never even realizing I had not been waling on the heels of my feet.

“Uhm!” I mouth, as my lips slowly reach enough of their original flexibility to speak.

“This is feeling odd, but she had convinced me!” I realize; “I have come to enjoy how it feels now!” I conclude.

“Besides, I will have to reclaim my femininity!” I realize; “Since I have tasted it, and learned just how good it feels!” I consider.

“I just have to explore; who I am, as a girl!” I consider.

Even as a girl, I may be prone to try things; some of which are better left, untested. While my lips are still highly elastic, I could try to see; just how elastic they are, and what I could use this for. I could, but should I?

What will the consequences of testing this be? I have no idea. Just a sudden urge to test this curious effect, hitting me as I am left alone.

“What if I try inserting a toy, into my mouth?” I ponder.

On second thought; I do have a small selection of such toys, in the box of gifts I had received. I could open the box, to see if I find something that fits the bill.

“These plugs look as if they were made for this purpose!” I mumble, as my voice is starting to come back.

The plugs came pre lubricated. Only the lubrication is strawberry scented, most likely tasting like a treat. Naturally; all the plugs also come with a suction-cup at the base, for obvious reasons.

“One inch, two inches, three inches..” I count, as I examine the plugs I have.

The one inch plug; seems a bit too small to consider, for this. The two and three inch plugs are looking far more likely to be right, for what I had in mind. The four and five inch plugs, look a bit too big for me; but I am still considering them, for now. Anything above the five inches is beyond me, or what I am expecting I can stretch my lips around at any point.

“I will try these four plugs; since the plugs are looking, as if they may fill my needs!” I ponder, as I am picking them up.

With that, I am lining them up along the wall; engaging the suction-cup of the base of each plug, in order to hold them into place on the wall. I just eye out the right height, and slap them into place; two, three, four and five inches in diameter.

One foot apart, the plugs are stuck on the wall; in a straight line, at just about the right height. I can stand up, just kissing the tip; before I push forwards, experiencing the plug spreading my lips as it is filling up my mouth in the process.

“I am curious!” I ponder, "This will be an interesting experiment!” I conclude; as I am walking up to the first plug I had lined up, before me.

“Okay, here goes!” I point out; as I tentatively kiss the tip, of the two inch plug before me.

Just a light kiss, on the top of my slippery and smooth two inch plug.

An inch forwards, and the slippery plug slips right in; effortlessly, as I extend my head. Another inch, and another; easy, or may it had been a bit too easy. I feel my lips stretching, as the plug is filling into my mouth.

“Oups!” I mumble; “That was surprisingly good!” I conclude; as the plug plops, with a distinct pinch.

It had been easy, too easy. I pull back, feeling my lips momentarily contracting around the plug, before it is slipping out without any significant protest.

I take a step back, before I step over to the next plug on the line. I plant a kiss, on the tip of the plug. This one is slightly larger, already. I can clearly feel it.

“Ooh!” I ponder; “I actually feel my lips stretching, this time; this is starting to become exciting, now!” I continue.

The plug soon plops, with the same distinct pinch; as my lips are contracting, around the plug.

As I pull back; I feel the pug making the first attempt, towards mounting a resistance, against me pulling back. Though I still manage to pull back, without worry or effort.

“Four inches!” I ponder.

As I had stepped back, I take another step to the side; placing me before the third plug, I had prepared for the test, as I had pressed it onto the wall.

I place a kiss, on the tip of the plug; just as I had with the previous two plugs, feeling the smooth and slippery Silicone on my lips. The tip itself is just slightly larger, than the previous two plugs.

Now I am starting to push forwards, just an inch and slowly; exploring the experience I am starting to expect and am looking forwards to. This plug is indeed larger, and I am already feeling it; as it is stretching my lips, as it is filling my mouth.

“Oh, oh; oooh!” I ponder; as it is dawning upon me, the first signs of my desired effect.

While the first plug had been fairly pointy, the second plug had been rounder than the first; this plug is even rounder than the previous one, I had just tried out.

After about a minute, or so; my lips already stretches, beyond my original expectations and capacity. I am only halfway down, the head of the plug; starting to feel my mouth being filled up, with the squishy mass of the crystal-clear Silicone plug.

I continue, bravely; pushing forwards, towards the desired and expected result. Expecting the experience of my lip stretching, to be exciting.

“Oh, oh; can I take more?” I consider; just as I am reaching the edge, just before I feel the plug plop with a distinct pinch.

“Okay; that was pretty intense, at the end!” I consider.

“Should I try the next and final plug; I had set up, for this little experience?” I ponder, before I am pulling back.

Since my lips are stretched, and my mouth is filled up with the plug; it isn’t as if I could even attempt to pronounce a word. Not to mention, how this plug is pressing my tongue down; flat on the bottom of my mouth, now.

On the one hand, I could use the wall as a means of leverage against the plug; on the other hand, if I could not pull the plug out it means that I am securely stuck in place. I can’t walk out of the room, in the hopes of finding anyone; willing and able, to help me extracting the plug. As embarrassing as it may be, to be caught with the plug in my mouth; having the chance of asking for help, may still be preferable.

If I am stuck in the room; I have to wait, for the next girl coming by to help me out.

“I have to complete this test, in order to find the plug that is just right; all assuming I am enjoying it, and find it exciting enough to consider!” I ponder.

As I had made up my mind, I am starting to pull back; finding the plug resisting the efforts, holding my mouth locked in place. I renew my efforts, pulling harder, but still to no avail.

Realizing that my lips are contracting, as I am pulling harder; I am initially feeling a sense of an initial panic hitting me, as I continue to struggle against the plug.

“Whoa?” I ponder; “Now I did it..” I continue.

I try to open my mouth, further; though my lips clearly are stretching considerably, even after the plug had plopped. Naturally; I can’t really open my mouth further, at this point. All I can do now, is to resist the reflexive contraction as best I can.

With each pull, I am feeling the plug moving back and forth, back and forth.

“Oh, oh; ooh!” I ponder, as the plug is starting to stimulate me, orally.

“You did not expect that!” I ponder; “Did you?” I continue.

“No?” I respond; “I did not think so!” I conclude.

Maybe I could use my hands, to push myself away from the wall; or I could use my fingers, in order to dilate my mouth in the hopes I can pull free.

“What if I get myself stuck, by engaging the suction-cups; covering the palms of my hands, now?” I consider.

With the risk of getting even more stuck, than I already am; I choose to use my fingers, in order to spread my lips enough to pull back. Slipping a pair of fingers in; between my lips and the pug proves to be easier; than I had been expecting, initially.

Once I have my index and middle finger in between my lips and the plug; I slowly pull my lips apart, spreading them enough to pull free.

“Oh, oh, oh; that was exciting!” I ponder.

“Do it again, do it again!” an inner voice is exclaiming, in excitement.

I almost imagine; hearing her clapping her hands; as she is watching me. Though it ends up exciting me further.

“With this latest development, this will have to be the last test!” I ponder; “I don’t try anything larger, after this one I had already prepared!” I conclude.

I take a step to the side, approaching the final plug on the wall; placing the kiss on the tip, enjoying the touch.

Slowly, carefully; I press forwards, feeling my lips part. The tip of the plug is slipping in; into my mouth and I continue to push further and further. Fully expecting an exciting incident, just like what I had just experienced.

Inch by inch, I am pushing forwards; inch by inch, the plug is sliding into my mouth. I feel the plug sliding in between my lips. My lips stretching, more and more.

“I can’t stop, but I guess I can slow down; in order to enjoy the experience of this test, without taking any undue risk!” I ponder.

Inch by inch; the plug is gradually invading my mouth, as it is slipping in between my lips. Slower and slower, I continue to push on.

About halfway up the slope, I am experiencing the effects of my lips stretching; though I insistently continue, to push further. I may be pushing slower, but I am still pushing further.

A minute later, I have to put in the effort; widening my lips as much as I can, but it is also starting to become exciting now. With mounting excitement, due to the slippery surface of the large plug slipping in between my now taught lips, I am starting to become very eager to continue further.

Inch by inch, I am persisting. The smooth Silicone-plug, pre lubricated is not making any resistance; while the pressure mounting on my ever-more stretching lips are providing a reluctant resistance in a sense.

As I am closing in on the widest, I am all but stopping; putting in more and more effort into continuing, as my progress is slower and slower. Only by putting my entire weight behind me, could I have managed even this far.

Finally, I come to a complete and definite halt; just before I am reaching the summit, after which I would have slipped down, and I would have found myself hard pressed to pull free again.

I give it a few futile, but valiant pushes; before I am giving up, and try to pull free. The plug stubbornly cling to the wall, just as I had intended.

“Oh, oh; oh, oh; oh, oh!” I sigh, in the excitement, caused by the plug stretching my lips.

As I try to pull free; I soon realize, just how hard I had been pushing. It takes me several attempts, before I mange to pull back at all. Once I manage to slide back, I can continue to pull myself further and further; feeling my lips contracting around the plug.

I finally feel the plug slipping out of my mouth, with a distinct plop and a sucking noise.

Once I had pulled free; I hastily pull the plug off of the wall. I continue with the three inch plug and the two inch plug; leaving only the four inch plug where it is.

“These plugs feel good, to take into my mouth; they were clearly designed, for oral use!” I ponder.

“The test is concluded, and I found the four inch plug my size!” I point out.

Something within me had changed; because I would never have considered to insert a plug into my mouth, before I came to this Dungeon. Now I had found it exciting, and pleasurable. I may have been surprised, at the realization; but it had never been a shock to me, by any means.

I return, to the selection of plugs; investigating its content, in search for that one final item. If this is truly a plug, but it feels as if it had been intended for oral insertion. I pick it up, holding it in my right hand; finding it warm, and quite solid to the touch. As opposed to the smooth sloping plugs; this is coming with ridges, clearly intended for stimulation.

“A foot long; I guess that should be just about right, for me!” I point out.

“This Dungeon has the most curious and exciting toys a girl could possibly dream up!” I realize.

“How, and where do I attach this?” I ponder, as I am looking around.

I want something more relaxed and relaxing, than it could be to mount it onto the wall; where I would have to stand up, while I am trying it out. I need something intimate, but the bed does not feel just right.

In the end, I end up sliding in under my bed, placing the toy onto the floor. The base has a convenient suction-cup. All the plugs come with a suction-cup, I had come to realize.

I had just realized, there is surprisingly much free space; under the gurney upon which I had been sleeping, far as long as I have been staying at the Dungeon.

I slap the base down onto the floor under the bed; hard, in order to make sure it will actually stay firmly in place.

“Squeak!” I hear; as the suction-cup hit the floor, and the suction is taking hold.

“There; I guess it is time, to try this out for myself!” I point out.

Since I am already on the floor, under the gurney; I can as well get going, and test if this works for me. The toy is stiff and rigid, but can still flex enough for my purpose; if I am putting in the effort, into making it bed as intended.

First I grab hold of the shaft, just three inches under the head; before I am pulling myself into place, and finally place a kiss onto the tip of the head.

“Here goes!” I mumble, to myself.

With the foot-long shaft in a firm grip; I kiss the tip of its head, before I am starting to part my lips and push my head down. Slowly.

While the tip itself is flat, the head is more pointy than spherical.

I continue, to push down, as I am pulling the head into my mouth. The head barely filled my mouth, but I continue to push it further in and then down my throat.

Should I have been expecting it; because I can’t perceive anything akin to a gag reflex, as the head is touching the back of my mouth. It would have been very embarrassing, if I had been caught; because I had been vomiting, after the test I am committing myself to now.

I shift my grip, slowly pushing the hear inch by inch down my throat, as I continuously shift grip, in order to permit me to glide it further down.

While the head may be larger, than the shaft; the shaft is where the ridges have been spread out, with just an inch apart. Each ridge, sliding in between my lips.

Wet and slippery, I am able to take in the head further and further; with little to no effort, as I continue to push my head down towards the floor.

Inch by inch, the head slides down my throat, pressing outwards, just enough for me to be acutely aware of exactly how far down my throat it is right now.

Every inch, feeling like a victory. The head and the ridges, stimulating my lips and my throat; as I continue to push forwards, feeling the head slide further and further down.

“Was a foot too short?” I ponder; as I find my face mere inches, from the floor.

With each ridge, my lips are contracting more and more. Maybe it is the image, exciting me; causing my lips to contract, or it is a reflex that is intended for me to experience the insertion as acutely as possible?

I momentarily stop, mere inches from the floor, causing my head to pull back; only for the shaft to stretch, and pull back. Now I feel the ridges as if the shaft had been at least half an inch larger.

“Oh, oh!” I ponder, in reaction.

As I once more push forwards, the effect is accumulating. I pull back, before I am pushing forwards. Back and forth; in and out.

“Each time I pull back, and each time I am pushing forwards; the shaft is feeling larger, and my throat feeling tighter!” I ponder.

While the toy had been thoroughly lubricated, in order to provide countless hours of safe excitement; I am still starting to feel as if I am wet, and find myself growing excited.

As good as this may feel, it is still unfamiliar to me; initially causing me some issues of worry and anxiety. Though he heightened sensitivity and excitement soon pushes these effects down. I know I am safe, here at the Dungeon. I trust the Mistress and her Assistant.

Still it is a curious sensation with all the slippery wetness in my mouth and down my throat. Feeling the wetness growing thicker and slipperier with the mounting excitement.

Maybe the Ballerina-class I had had, had pushed my confidence through the roof; permitting me to dare more, than I should commonly have been comfortable with. Yet, now I am experiencing the final phase; leading up to the orgasm. It is inevitable.

I’m stopped, dead in my track; as the orgasm hit me, leaving me to experience the moment. I feel my heart racing, and my breath hard and fast. At first it may be shocking, but a very special moment to experience.

Once I had stopped, I am still; resting and hot. I am completely soaked and wet.

The moment is passing, and I am back to myself. As I am moving my head, I am finding the stimulation pushing me even further. Farther than I had been prepared for. Though I have to do something. I can’t just stay here with the toy in my mouth; all the way down my throat, like this forever.

Every tiny little move, and I find the shaft moving in my throat and over my lips. Teasing and stimulating me. I had trapped myself in the situation I have found myself in.

I try to pull back, then push forwards; back and forth, back and forth. Growing hotter still. I am bound for the orgasmic state. Spending my energy to moving forwards.

Locked in place; options spent on where I am and how I had gotten myself, to where I am.

Moments passing, with a heart racing, as time slowly seems to stop. After the given hour, I am finally reaching the orgasmic state; trapped in the cycle of the continuous orgasm.

Heart set a flutter, as I am putting in the effort to push myself up; only for the suction of my suction-ups to take hold of the floor under me. Fingers spread wide, spreading out.

Plugged up, with the plug inserted; I am incapable of climax, only waiting for the release I can never claim. Thoughts slowly melting, like rubber growing hot. Trapped in the moment, slowly leaving myself behind in the process.

How long will I last? I have been here for three hours, safely. Five hours, is an exhausting experience; but I have been there, too. While I had never been told, but it is supposed to be safe to stay under; for about twenty four hours, or so. Though I had heard; that I had to be under for the very minimum, of an hour. I can’t recall why this limit had been posed. If it is a physical limitation, or merely a policy put up by the Head Mistress. Who is to say?

My mistress is not here; maybe I should have been taking that, with more caution? I don’t have an Assistant, either. Not even a Handler or a Groom. I am completely alone, left to fend for myself; for as long as this situation is not changed.

Had I been careless, oblivious of my situation; the risks I am chancing, as I had initiated this test and consequent play? Either way, I had initiated it, alone; here I am, enjoying it for all it is worth.

Once I had trapped myself, the first hour came and went. The second hour did not change anything for me. A third hour came and went, almost as if nothing had happened. Maybe it had not? Hours four and five, did bring no change into the game.

I am feeling pretty hot, as if I had been a melting rubber figurine, or if I am just the hottest girl in town; take your pick, I am conforming with either right now.

Time, who is keeping track? Maybe I should have? Though I guess I am a bit beyond that, now. With the toy, still deep into my mouth and down my throat, both hands firmly stuck to the right and left on the floor under me; I am pinned down, under the bed.

Safe from detection; from anyone who does not know where to look, and why.

The sixth, seventh and eighth hours had left me behind, where I remain under the gurney that is my bed. Had I not been in the orgasmic state, maybe I would have struggled; in order to pull free, from my current position and predicament. Could I have pulled three?

Finally, someone is opening the door, to my room. Curious, cautious eyes; scanning the room, expecting to see me. I guess she had been looking for me. Though I guess, it is about ten hours; since I had reached the orgasmic state.

“Are you there?” the voice is calling out.

While I can hear her, quite clearly; I can’t respond, or utter a single noise to make her know.

“Where are you?” the voice continues, slightly worried by now.

The girl is scanning the room, looking from position to position; in the clear hopes, to find me. To find out where I am. Why I am not responding.

Just the one girl. At least, she is in the room, looking out for me. Finally.

After a few minutes of meticulous examination, she figures out where I am; she bends over, finding me under the gurney. Once she had found me, she is walking over to where I am. I do not see her, yet; but she is crawling in under the bed, in order to help me out.

“How long has she been here?” the girl ponders.

“Of all the things, she could possibly have been doing; she is hiding, under her bed!” she exclaims; in obvious agitation, over my choice.

“I guess, you really got yourself trapped; right under the gurney, and could neither pull yourself out, or call for help!” she points out.

I can worry about how long she has been under the bed later, right now I need to get her out of here!” she offers.

She is crawling further in, under my gurney; climbing up, over me. She is struggling for a good grip, for a moment; before she can start, pulling me up and away from the toy on the floor.

Inch by inch, she is pulling me up. I feel the toy slipping out of my mouth; rib by rib, as the shaft is sliding out of my throat.

Since she is directly over me; I can hear her heart beating distinctly, just as I feel her breathing on my neck. It is curious; but I am still too removed from the scene to notice, either her presence or her actions.

While I am not actively aware of her, or her actions; I feel her hands and enjoy the bodily warmth she is applying to me. Maybe it is I, who is warming her up? She could tell me, afterwards; if she is inclined to.

“Gulp!!” I realize, as the head of the toy slips out of my mouth, momentarily lodging itself in my mouth.

In surprise, she is stopped in her track; stopping for a moment, before she is renewing her effort in pulling me up. With one final yank, she is liberating my mouth from the head of the toy.

While my hands are still stuck, in their current position; I can maintain my position well above the intruding toy. She is momentarily finding this remarkable. A moment later, she is moving the toy out of the way; before she can continue, with liberating me from my predicament entirely.

I feel her hands holding my wrist, as the extended index-finger is slipping in under the palm of my right hand, thus collapsing the suction’s vacuum. In the process, my hand is no longer stuck on the floor. She is repeating the process, thus releasing my left hand as well.

I feel her pulling me out, from under the gurney; as she is still on top of me, as she had been during the entire process.

Once she had pulled me out, from under the gurney; she is lifting me up, carefully placing me on the top of the gurney. I am lying on my back, facing the ceiling.

She is scanning me, going over me inch by inch; as she is examining me, and checking my current status.

“Oh!” she exclaims; as she is discovering the plug, embedded in my anal cavity.

“I guess, that explains a few things!” she mumbles; “She has been incapable of release; since the plug renders her, incapable of climax!” she concludes.

“I had better pull the plug out, now; before she is reaching the limit, and risk her suffering for it!” she offers.

I feel her slipping her right hand in under my rump, between my legs; slowly and meticulously probing her way, before she is finding the grip she had been searching for. Her fingers had just slipped in, grasping the base of the inserted plug; before she manages to pull it out, thus extracting it from its current embedded position.

“Oh, oh, oh; ooh, ooh, ooh; Ooooohh!” I sigh; as the plug is extracted, with the deliberate slowness the girl is known for in this case.

As I feel the plug slipping out, of its position; I also feel, how it is slowly losing its grip. As the plug is finally extracted; my exhaustion is finally hitting home, with full force. A mere moment later, I am losing consciousness; as I collapse upon the climax, I had postponed for so long.

“Climax!” the girl exclaims; “That is usually a good sign, in these cases!” she ponders.