The Red Crop

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I had just entered the Dungeon, and the door has closed behind me.

As I continue into the room, I notice a small table, containing several objects; she intends for me to use, during the upcoming session she had planned for me.

“You explored a longer exposure!” she points out; “I take it, you enjoy a more extended adventure; so I am prepared to offer you, exactly what you desire!” she explains.

“Yes, Mistress!” I respond.

“I understand; that it lasted for ten hours, at the very least!” she offers.

“Yes?” I respond, indicating that I am taking her word for it.

“I was under my gurney, for ten hours?” I ponder, as her words finally are sinking in.

“This is perfectly safe; but I rarely have the privilege, to administer the extended sessions!” she points out; “Three hours, is standard; and I can easily extend it, up to five or six hours!” she informs me.

“I lost track of time, but it certainly was enjoyable!” I put forth.

“Since you were holding out, for the full stretch of ten hours; I can easily give you a challenge, and this will be exhausting!” she informs me.

“Thank you, Mistress!” I respond.

“I just need you; to slip into the garments, intended for your session!” she points out, indicating the table I had noticed before.

“Yes, Mistress!” I respond, nodding.

I scan the table, in order to see what she had in mind for me. While I am already wearing panties and top; she had prepared a pair of gloves and stockings, in the same style as she knew I love to wear. These are in fact the beautiful doll-style I had just tried out.

“A plug?” I gasp; “The orally insertable plug, similar to the one I had tested the day before!” I realize, acknowledging the find.

“One small detail; you may as well keep the plug in, as it is intended to be part of this session!” she points out.

“Yes, Mistress; thank you!” I respond, as I am moving over towards the table.

“She definitely is my best Submissive!” Mistress ponders; “Possibly the best one on record!” she considers.

I pick up the right glove, momentarily examining it; before I am slipping the hand in, only affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

Once I had ascertained the perfect fit; I am picking up the left glove, repeating the process.

“These are perfectly me!” I realize, as I afford myself a moment of consideration and examine the hands.

I pick up the right stocking; full-length, toe-stocking apparently. My foot eagerly slips in; without hesitation, but slow and lingering to enjoy the experience. Now I am affording the stocking a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; in order to ascertain that comfortable, perfect fit.

My left foot, eagerly following suit; as I am repeating the process, only to find myself once more standing on my own two feet.

“Such a beautiful little Ballerina you are, today!” Mistress acknowledges, in appreciation.

“Thank you, Mistress!” I respond.

“I hope you are comfortable; because you will remain in this room, for a very long time!” Mistress points out.

“Yes, Mistress!” I respond, honestly.

“Excellent, excellent!” she puts forth.

“Step up, to the wall; please!” she instructs me.

“Yes, Mistress!” I exclaim; as I am tip-toeing towards the wall, as per her instruction.

“Now, turn around; before you step back, and press your back up against the wall!” she instructs me; “Firmly!” she clarifies.

“Arms, outstretched!” she instructs me, and I comply.

“Hands, over your head!” she instructs me, indicating how she desires for me to stand.

I comply, eagerly and without a hint of hesitation.

“Spread your fingers, as wide as possible; before you press your hands against the wall, palms down!” she instructs me.

“Squeak!!” I hear the distinct noise of my hands, hitting the wall behind me.

“There, perfect!” she exclaims; “Just hold still, for a moment!” she instructs me.

I can see; how she is producing a lip-liner, as she is stepping up to me. As she is drawing a line along the contour of my right hand; I feel the tip of the pencil, as she is completing the circle. At first I just feel the gel between the hand and the wall; but as the circle is completed, I feel my hand fuse into the wall. Now it is effectively pulled into the wall, if only marginally.

As she is repeating the process, I am observing her handiwork; experiencing the process once over, with my left hand.

“Now, for the price!” she explains, as she is producing the plug she had previously demonstrated.

I find myself salivating, just by thinking of the plug; my mouth is slippery and wet. As if I had taken a mouth-full of lubrication in my mouth.

“A kiss!” she offers, as she is placing the tip of the plug on my lips.

“If you part your lips, please!” she offers.

As I am starting to part my lips; I feel the plug slip in, slowly but surely. Inch by inch, the plug is sliding in; spreading and stretching my lips, as it is filling up my mouth. Ever so slowly, but irrefutably; the plug is slipping in, and I can do nothing about it now.

With the pace at about an inch a minute; she is slowly filing my mouth to the brim, as I feel my lips slowly stretching taut. The plug is slightly larger, than the one I had enjoyed the other day, and is designed slightly different with a more anatomically pleasing shape.

She is deliberately slow; teasing me, as she is permitting me to feel the size of the plug for all it is worth. I am tested, to explore just how much of it I can swallow; even if I suspect, she knows exactly how much I am ready for.

Inevitably, the plug slips in; and I feel my lips stretched as taught as I had dared, just as the plug is slipping over the edge.

“A small adjustment!” she informs me; as she is applying the gel, that bonds the plug to my now taught lips.

“I guess the plug will stay in; until she deems it correct, to extract it!” I realize.

“Slowly!” she pronounces; “Spread your legs, please!” she is instructing me.

As I comply; she is indicating for me to continue, until further notice. With that, I am lifting my feet up, inch by inch. Waiting, for Mistress to give the signal; my feet are where she desires them to be.

“There!” she pronounces; “Perfect!” she points out; as she is pushing my right foot flat, against the wall behind me.

With my foot flat against the wall; she is producing the lip-liner, before she is drawing the line all the way around the foot. I feel the line being drawn; until the circle had been completed, and the foot is fusing as it is pulled in.

She lets go of my right foot; taking a step back and moves over to my left foot. From there, she is pushing the foot flat against the wall; before she is drawing the line around the foot, only to see it fused into the wall.

“There!” she pronounces; “I hope you are comfortable!” she points out.

As the final act; she is drawing a line around the rim of my anal plug; thus fusing it to my rump.

While I am turning my back up against the wall, I can not see the door; the Assistant is entering, quietly. However, I can hear her, as she is moving over the floor.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” I hear the distinct noises; of her hooves, hitting the floor.

“I need an orgasm, from you!” she explains, to me; indicating for her Assistant to approach me.

The sounds of her hooves; now like the chimes of delicate silver-bells, in my ears. It is like a beautiful instrument, playing a solo, just for me.

“I am certain, you know exactly how to elicit one out of me!” I ponder.

Since I am now facing into the room, as opposed to the previous time; I can clearly see the Assistant approaching me. She had adopted an equine form, just as the previous time.

She momentarily stops short, just a foot away from my readily awaiting orchid. On Mistress’ indication; she is taking the final step, kissing me on the top of my mound.

I feel her lips parting, spreading out to encompass the entire orchid; before her tongue is approaching, only to touch the outer edge of the petals of the orchid. Slowly, but deliberately; she is lapping the petals, teasing me into full bloom.

Since I am in full bloom, the petals of my orchid is slippery and wet; coated with the highly viscous fluid, lubricating me as I am excited.

With each stroke of her tongue, she is pushing me further and further; towards that one first orgasm, Mistress had insisted on. Though I am not resisting, or refusing; just because Mistress wanted me to orgasm, I am only too eager and willing to comply. Besides; the Assistant is easily making me, even if I had tried to resist. She is just pacing herself, in order to make me as hot as she is possibly capable of.

“Oh!” I sigh, inwardly.

“Ooh, ooh; Oooooh!” I continue.

There, almost there!” Mistress is musing, contemplating how hot I am, right now.

“Ooh, ooh; ooh, ooh!” I sigh; with each stroke of Assistant’s tongue, over the petals of my orchid.

She is driving me up the wall, with her insistent efforts of giving me everything.

“Ooooohh!” I exclaim, inwardly; since my lips are sealed, and my mouth is filled to the brim.

I close my eyes, as the Assistant is backing away; leaving me to regain my equilibrium, catching my breath.

A mere minute after I had regained my equilibrium; the Assistant it taking a step forwards, once more approaching me. I feel her tongue, slipping and sliding over the petals of my orchid; as she is lapping away, pushing me from a mere orgasm, all the way to the orgasmic state.

An hour after she had started, she is finished; I am completely orgasmic, as I had peaked.

Assistant is licking her lips, as Mistress is giving her a warm look, awarding her for a job well done. While I do not see it; know Mistress is lingering, in the room. Assistant is standing by her side, still. They are enjoying the moment, as they watch me, where I am plastered on the wall.

I am spread taut, hands and feet fused to the wall. I feel the wall; almost as if it had been me, in this state.

Eventually Mistress is leading Assistant out of the room. I hear the noises of the steps; as he Assistant is trotting out of the room.

My mind, overloaded with sensory input; leaving me stuck in place, incapable of resisting anything. I am feeling hot. I am soaking wet.

She had trapped me; within the cycle, of the continuous orgasm.

I am alone, in the room that is the Dungeon; but I don’t notice it, or know the difference.

A minute follows another in an endless stream of time. One hour passes, another hour passes. A third, fourth and fifth hour is escaping me.

My heart racing, as I am breathing hard and fast; through my nostrils, since my mouth is no longer available.

Hour by hour, amounting to the time I am imprisoned in the dungeon. Ten hours unnoticed. Fifteen and twenty hours.

The door is sliding up. Mistress is entering the Dungeon. She is breaking the bond, holding my feet and hands to the wall.

I do not even notice it, as she is placing me on the gurney; pulling me back to my room.

Once in the room; she is extracting the oral and anal plugs inserted. I lie still. A moment later; I am shocked by the raw force of the climax, I am experiencing. With that, I am unconscious, in a deep slumber.

She had covered me with the quilt I have on the gurney.

As she is leaving the room, she is closing the door behind herself, quietly.