The Red Crop

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I am feeling hot.

The room is chilly. While I may have had a full night’s rest and sleep, I am still hot.

Everything is fuzzy, but it still feels good.

After a moment, I slip my right hand out, from under the quilt, then folds the quilt, back towards the wall. Now I slip my feet out from under the quilt, finding me in a sitting position.

As I slide down from on top of the gurney, my gurney, I find myself standing on my own two feet, on the tips of my toes. I had always stood on the tips of my toes.

While my recollections are perfectly fine, and all my memories are intact; I still feel as if this is how I had always been, even if my memories would have told me otherwise. I need but remember any moment, from before I entered the Dungeon.

Even if I know, with utter certainty; that it is not my memories that had been changed or altered, time and later events can change who you are and what you like to do. Maybe that is the thing, it is after all a later event that is making me feel very differently; about who I am, and what I like to do. Just that some of the things that had changed, or been changed; could not be rationalized away, with this explanation.

I know I never was a Ballerina, danced ballet or tiptoed at any time before; but now I can perform these with ease. Maybe I will continue with these things as I return to my old life, as it were.

My old life, and everything that belongs to it; still remains a part of me, something I can and will return to. Though I guess; I can keep most of what is the new me, too.

If I had never cared, for being the beautiful doll before; it was in the effort it takes to maintain it, and the fact I had never truly been introduced to the idea behind it. Now I can have the look, if and when I choose to claim it.

The joy and services provided; at this Dungeon, I certainly had enjoyed, as I am certain I can and will enjoy again. Even after I have moved back home, to the old life I had before.

My sister May knows of my new me, and I know she is supporting me and my choices now. Handler had put everything into the proper perspective.

As the new me had cooled down and crystallized, the room is no longer feeling cold. I am feeling fine; better than fine, actually. In a sense; the session had heated me up; now I had cooled down, in order for me to regain the coherent image of myself. The longer the session, the hooter I am; this means that it takes more time, to cool down.

Once I had slipped out of bed, I am cooling down; to levels where I am myself again.

Since I had a full class, practicing dancing the ballet, as a Ballerina; I am well versed and confident in moving on the tips of my toes. No reason, to go back, to walking on the feet now.

The ballet-routines had been a bit of a challenge, at first; but staying on the toes, had been a breeze. The instructor had even bothered to compliment on this. Though I know she had known why.

“Maybe I should be taking up dancing, after the practice I have put in!” I ponder.

Though I know, I will be coming back to the Dungeon; after all the fun and play I had had, and just how much I had enjoyed my time here.

“Maybe just a little bit more discipline in my life had been a good idea!” I conclude, considering, just how well I had taken to my time here.

“In a sense, the place had been a blast: what Mistress had been asking of me, had turned out great, this far at least!” I ponder.

Never thought, I was submissive; now I am the Submissive, with a Mistress in charge of me.

“I needed a break, from myself and being in charge!” I ponder; “Just look, at all the joy it gave me, already; all the good, it is doing me!” I am reflecting.

Of course, this is exactly when the Assistant enters my room; interrupting my wandering thoughts, in order to bring me back to reality and to myself.

“You certainly did that that well!” Assistant points out, after a cursory glancing over my form.

“Yes, I am feeling great; all thanks to what you were offering me, as I entered your Dungeon!” I respond.

“Good, that is pleasing me to see!” Assistant respond; “Now I have to see you exercise for me!” she continues.

“Of course!” I respond.

“Just a small matter of dressing up for the exercise!” she promptly explains.

“What do you want to see me, wearing; for your exercise?” I inquire, quite eagerly.

“Traditional training wears, please!” she responds, handing me the skirt.

“Thank you!” I respond; as I accept the skirt and step right into it, affording it a few tentative tugs: once thrice and thrice.

“The training top!” she continues, handing me the garment.

“Of course!” I respond; accepting the top, slipping it down over my head.

I afford the top a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; only to ascertain that perfect fit, for optimum comfort.

“A pair of white socks!” she continues, handing me the pair of white socks.

“I guess these will make it casual?” I respond; as I am accepting the socks.

A pair of regular looking socks, I wear under a pair of sneakers; when I go out, to the track for a casual jog.

“Since casual wear is inconspicuous; you will blend in, when you are going out!” she points out.

“That makes sense!” I respond; as I slip my right and left foot respectively, into the regular looking socks.

“Your shoes!” she adds, as she is offering the intended foot-wear.

“Thank you!” I respond; as I am accepting these shoes, she is handing me.

I slip my right and left foot into the shoes, feeling the soft cushioning effect under the soles of my feet. The shoes are a bit tight; but nothing like the ballerina-slips, I had been wearing for the ballet-practice the other day. Fairly comfortable shoes; for the first time, I am putting them on.

“Since these are for running; they are designed to be comfortable, when you run!” she points out.

“That makes sense!” I put forth, acknowledging her point.

Naturally; I am not standing on the tips of my toes, as I run. With this in mind; neither can I stand on the tips of my toes now, as I am wearing these shoes.

“If you don’t mind?” she offers; “It is time for your exercise now!” she continues.

With that; she is opening the door, to the room, where the tread-mill I had tries out the other day is. I am following her up the escalator.

Everything is looking, exactly as it was the other day; just as I had been expected.

“Right this way, please!” she instructs me, as she is leading me to the same tread-mill.

“I believe you know, how this works!” she points out; “Just take it in your own pace!” she then points out.

“Okay!” I respond, as I am stepping up on the tread-mill.

“Start out slow; I don’t want to see any injuries, on you!” she points out.

As she had instructed me; I am taking this slow, starting out walking. Slowly.

I am putting down the weight, on the entire foot; slowly getting the hang of it, as I continue to walk along the track. I continue, uninterrupted; for several minutes, in the slow walking pace.

“Excellent, excellent!” she exclaims; “Now you are starting to get the hang of the exercise!” she encourages me.

“Yes, this is starting to feel easy and natural, to me now!” I respond.

“Ease it up, a bit; just a little bit faster now, please!” she continues.

“Okay!” I respond, as I am starting to put on speed.

“So long as it feels right, feel free to put more energy into it; while still walking, for now!” she suggests.

“Okay!” I respond, as I start walking faster.

“There, there; there, there; there, there!” she offers, as I continue to pick up speed, while still maintaining a steady walking pace.

“Maybe; you feel ready to jog, for a bit?” she inquires.

“Yes, I think so!” I respond; as I shift gears, into a slow jogging pace.

“Good, this is going somewhere!” she puts forth; “Now, let me adjust the settings!” she offers, as she is putting some resistance up for me.

“This should be equivalent to about ten degrees uphills for you!” she suggests, as I feel the resistance increasing to the indicated level.

“This feels moderate, enough!” I point out.

“Of course, but I need you to ease you into the pace!” she explains; “In a moment, I will need you to ease further into the exercise!” she elaborates.

“So you are taking it slow, to make it safe and enjoyable?” I inquire.

“Exactly!” she responds; "I need you to move natural, throughout the entire range of your speed!” she points out.

“Oh..” I respond; “Of course, I add, almost as an afterthought.

“In a sense, this is like when Handler took me to the Cafe!” I offer.

“Your comparison is fair enough; because you need to adjust, to the outside!” she pushes on.

I watch her adjust the controls, adding a hint of resistance, as I am picking on more speed. Soon I have reached a moderate jogging pace. I find it liberating.

“If you can make a slow and steady increase in speed for me?” she inquires.

Right now, it is as easy as one could have expected; even if I could never have pictured myself here, as I am now before she took me up here. Now it is liberating, to me. I knew I needed this, and now I am enjoying it.

I comply, following the instructions she is giving; like a true Submissive, just as I had found myself enjoying. Even if I had never been submissive before.

“I trusted my Mistress, and in extension her Assistant; it is all I required, in order to follow her blindly!” I ponder; “Handler and Groom, are associated with Mistress, and thus I trusted them implicitly!” I continue; “They never let me down, so they have earned my implicit trust in them!” I conclude.

“There..” she exclaims; ”You are doing great!” she continues.

The confirmation is warming my heart and soul, brightening the smile on my face even further. I am brimming with unbridled joy.

Of course, the jog is slowly turning into running; as I am continuing picking up speed.

“How does it feel, now?” she inquires.

“Great!” I respond; “This is, exactly what I need, right now!” I respond.

“Since you mentioned, how you need to get out, before; I knew you would be needing this, right now!” she points out.

“I guess I did mention that; it was working wonders, when you took me up here!” I respond.

“I did notice that, the first time I brought you up here!” she offers.

“Can you manage, to continue or a little while longer?” she inquires; “I think I need to see you running; for just a few more minutes, at the very least!” she points out.

“I will continue to run, for as long as you need me to!” I respond; “Unless I collapse, before that!” I ponder.

“I will not permit you, to exhaust you to that point; where you collapse before me!” she points out, as she is adjusting the controls of the tread-mill, once more.

“Thank you, Assistant!” I respond, as I continue to run, with the new settings slowly being implemented.

“I have no idea, how they manage to adjust the tread-mill, in this fashion; but I have started to love, how it is challenging me!” I ponder, quietly.

I feel the mounting resistance, as I continue; just as I clearly feel the track starting to become sticky, under my feet as I continue.

She is quiet, for a while; as I continue to run, while the resistance keeps mounting. I am now at a fairly quick pace, as I am continuing along the track. By now, I am panting; as I feel my heart in my chest, as it is pounding hard and fast.

“This, is what I am enjoying!” I realize, though she already knew that.

“This should take her down onto the floor; walking regularly, as any girl on the street!” Assistant is pondering, giggling at her wits.

Of course, she had seen me walking on the tread-mill for a good long while; as she is observing the progress, of my exercise. My gait is a vital aspect, of this exercise, from her side; even if I may be just as eager, just to have the exercise to experience running out of breath.

“You are doing quite well, today!” she is commending me.

“Thank you!” I respond; “It feels great, too!” I continue.

“Just a little more, just a little more; just a little more, just a little more!” she echoes, as she is watching me run, and adjusts the settings for optimized effect.

I reach the peak performance, at the highest comfortable speed and resistance; where I stay for a while, before I am slowing down gradually.

“Slow and steady, do not stop too abruptly!” she instructs me.

“Oh, oh!” I huff, as I am starting to feel a bit winders; “Of course!” I respond.

With no further instructions, I continue to follow the track before me; only slowing down, gradually over a long period of time. Minutes passing, almost entirely unnoticed as I continue.

“So comfortable, and natural; it feels as if I had always been doing this, enjoying doing it!” I ponder, as I continue jogging.

From the original running, to a slower jog; ending as a slow walking as I persistently continue further and further.

“Just a few more minutes, please!” she is urging me, as I continue walking.

“The floor is a bit sticky, which is making it progressively harder for me to walk!” I ponder, as I am continuing to slow down even further.

“I hope, I did not make your track too muddy; for you to enjoy this properly!” she offers.

“I think I will make it; the shoes are not ruined, and I have not fallen onto my ace!” I point out.

“That would have been embarrassing, and annoying!” she agrees.

“Besides, you are the only spectator!” I conclude.

“Yes, which is the way it had been intended to be!” she responds; “This time!” she adds.

“I am usually a rather private girl!” I exclaim.

“Most of us are!” she confides; “This is a test of your trust!” she elaborates.

“I do, as you say!” I merely acknowledge.

“Even if a crowd is invited to watch?” she inquires.

“I chose to be here, just as I chose to follow your instructions before!” I point out.

“And now..” she offers; “you follow the instructions, even knowing others are watching!” she suggests.

“You have not let me down, yet..” I respond; “I have no reason; to question you, after everything you have offered me!” I put forth.

“Exactly!” she puts forth; “Though it may be a different matter; if and when you know others are watching you!” she suggests.

“I think I will maintain this pace, for now!” I ponder, as I continue to walk forwards.

“Can you maintain this gate, for just a few more minutes?” she inquires, as she is resetting the tread-mill to continuously grow stickier as I continue.

“I should manage a few more minutes!” I respond, as I continue defying the increasing resistance from the sticky track before me.

“Wonder; how much longer she can maintain this speed?” Assistant considers; as she is observing me struggling with keeping the pace, against the sticky track.

“She certainly like to make the track sticky!” I ponder; “Good thing, I find it exciting!” I continue.

Just a few more steps, and I find myself stuck in place; only stumbling a little bit, as I find my shoes firmly stuck onto the track.

The track stops in an instant, and I find myself falling forwards; catching the fall, with my hands, fingers spreading out wide.

“Now; isn’t that a delicate and delicious position?” she inquires.

“Yes, thank you for asking..” I respond; “I am wide open, ready to be eaten!” I add, almost as an afterthought; and an open invitation.

“I can’t deny, finding this exciting; seeing you before me, in this situation!” she responds.

“I thought as much!” I offer; “Hope she is taking the offer!” I ponder, only waiting for her to take the next step.

“Maybe I should?” she ponders; “Since you are asking me!” she responds.

“You have me where you want me, and I am ready!” I respond, confirming consent.

She is making a few final adjustments; before she is approaching me, answering my offer.

I feel my hands slowly sinking into the track before me, as the material is absorbing me; while it is starting to become elastic, and stretched taut like the skin of the drum.

“If you don’t mind, I want to hear your moans and cries, as I am taking you!” she offers.

“I am all yours, I am completely open, to what you have in mind!” I offer, eagerly with distinct excitement to my voice.

She is producing a plug, easily ready to fill me up, and spread me wide open. She knows it, and wants to see my unbridled reaction; on how she is handling it, as she is introducing the plug.

“Okay, here I come; I am just lubricating this for you, before I enter!” she points out.

“Lubrication, sounds delicious!” I respond.

She is uncapping the can, containing a crystal-clear highly viscous gel lubricant before me.

“I hope this is right!” she offers.

She places the lid on the nearest open surface, while she is holding on to the base of the plug. The next moment; she is pushing the head of the plug into the gel. I watch the gel being pushed aside, but the plug; as she is pushing the plug down to an inch from the bottom, with just an inch to spare on the base of the plug.

There is a delicious, sucking noise; as she is pulling the plug up, out of the gel. She is smiling, at me; as she is raising to her feet, and walks around me. The next moment, she is approaching me; going down onto her knees, as she is moving the plug towards my rump.

“This is the perfect opportunity..” she explains; “Introducing the plug, in this manner!” she elaborates, after a moment.

“Okay, take your time.. ” I respond; I am waiting!” I continue; “It isn’t, as if I am going anywhere; any time soon!” I ponder.

She lingers for a moment; then I feel the wetness of the lubricated plug, touching my skin.

“Oh, oh!” I exclaim.

I find myself helplessly contract, as the lubrication is touching my flesh. It is clearly a reflex, upon touching the wet gel.

She is slowly applying pressure; and I find the plug sliding in; unhindered, and aided by the slippery and wet lubrication it is coated with.

Ooohh, ooohh!” I exclaim; as the tip of the plug enters me, from behind.

As much as I may try to squeeze it out, I am utterly incapable of it; even as firmly as the gel is making me contract, by exposure to the lubrication.

“Ooooooohhh!” I sigh, as she continues to insert the plug; slowly but certainly, drawing out the process seemingly indefinitely.

“She is spreading me, wide open!” I realize; “Just as she is filling me up, to the brim!” I continue, as the plug slowly enters me, inch by inch.

“How was that?” she coos; just as she is feeling the plug plop, with a distinct pinch.

“Oh, oh!” I sigh, still feeling the lingering sensation of the plug entering me.

“I hope you enjoyed it, I wanted you to experience the process for all it is worth!” she puts forth.

It had only taken her an hour, to insert this one plug into me. The gel is slowly absorbed, as it is saturating me all the way in; slowly contracting me further, as the process is progressing.

“That..” I offer, panting heavily; "Was quite intense!” I continue.

“Well, it still is..”I put forth, still panting; “Considering how I can’t ignore that the plug is filling me up to the brim!” I conclude.

“The lubrication is enhancing the experience; since it makes you more sensitive, and contracts you in the process!” she coos, as she is explaining the situation.

“Now, of you don’t mind..” she continues; producing the lip-liner, with which she is drawing a line along the plug and thus bonding it to my flesh.

“Oh, oh; oooh!” I sigh, as I feel myself bond to the plug and contract in the process.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” she exclaims.

“Ah, ah, ah..” I stumble, sighing; “Amazing, indeed!” I realize, as I feel the plug pushing all my thoughts out.

“This is my cue; it is time, for the final item!” she points out.

She is producing a muzzle, carefully placing it over my mouth. I feel the smooth rubbery surface touching my skin; as she is tightening it u, bit by bit.

With a final effort, she is stretching it; before she is tying it up, behind my neck. I feel the rubber against the lower half of my face, including my lips; only to realize the rubber now acts as a tube, invading my mouth as it is spreading over my lips and continues inwards.

“Ooh, ooh; ooh, ooh!” I ponder, now mute; since the muzzle’s tube has invaded my mouth, and its first inch into my mouth.

Only the tube continues all the way in, before it continues one inch down my throat, then two and three inches down.

“I hope my nectar is sweet for you now!” I ponder.

A few minutes later; I feel her lips kissing my mound and parting enough, to encompass the petals of my orchid. Now she is licking the tips of the petals, moment my moment, one at the time.

She continues lapping away, as she is lapping at the petals of the orchid. I am already in full bloom, before I had even realized it, partially because she had distracted me.

After ten minutes, the orgasm is hitting me. It is flooding my mind with the alluring pleasure.

I was already panting hard, now I feel my heart racing, pounding hard.

Minute by minute; I am slowly cooling of, as I am reaching towards the equilibrium.

She had stopped, as I was hit by the orgasm; while she is remaining in place, as if she had been paused.

Just as I am reaching my equilibrium; she is starting over again, as she is returning to where she had begun. I feel the tip of her tongue, as she continues to lap away at me. She is caressing my sensitive petals; as if she had been a masseuse, massaging me with the very utmost of care.

Each delicate touch, slowly but certainly carrying me further on my way; from the initial orgasm and its bliss, and to the orgasmic state I am reaching only first as I peak.

As I peak, she is slowly breaking of. She momentarily leave me as I am, where I am. Knowing she could give me nothing more now, as I had peaked and reached my fully orgasmic state. She had spent the hour well, easing me into this position and state.

After an undetermined time later, I feel a tub inserted into my belly button; the squeaky rubber-doll valve, making me into a doll, much easier to move out of the room.

I had barely noticed it, as she carefully and respectfully closed my eyes; before she released me from the tread-miss, and promptly carried me back down to my room. As she is leaving the room, I lie on my back; under the quilt on the gurney in my room. This is the last I am conscious of.

My body is a doll, and I am the orgasm. It is all I know, and all I am. Like rubber, heated up; I am slowly melting. With the plug inside me, I am susceptible; as the corruption of the heat of the orgasm is influencing me faster and deeper, than it otherwise would have been.