The Red Crop

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Of course the plug had been pulled out, at the end of the time met out for my exposure. It is how the spell is broken. While I do not know it, mainly due to the fact that I am exhausted at the time; it is the key, to reach climax.

I feel warm, but this is different from how it had always felt before. I can’t put a finger to how, or why it is different. Maybe this is part of how I am changed.

Every time I am waking up, after a session, I have changed; slightly, at the very least.

I am nude, safe for the panties and top I am wearing. I always wear these two garments, when I am sleeping here. If I had not worn them before, I believer they would put them on for me. I do not mind.

It is a very comfortable ensemble. It is also among the first things they ever gave me, here.

I am lying still, warm and fuzzy; just enjoying the moment, as it gels great. It is positively, the single greatest moment I have ever experienced.

Moment, by moment; ticking by, and I do not feel as if I had to do anything. I am just feeling great. It is warm, inside. I am warm, and it is so comfortable.

The Assistant is entering the room; I remain still and silent, just like the pretty doll I am. At least, right now, it feels as if I had been a doll.

“She is such an adorable Doll, where she lies still!” Assistant considers, as she is seeing me.

“I think; I will let you be the doll, for now!” she points out.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I ponder, inside; quietly, where I lie.

Once she has me, squarely in place; on the bottom sheet; she is picking up the second sheet, she is placing over the bottom sheet.

“I’ll just adjust these; before I can package you up, now!” she explains, as she is fiddling with the two lower corners of the sheets.

Once the corners are lining up, they start to pull together; sealing up, and the individual sheets are fusing together into a tightly sealed package.

“Oh, oh; now it is taking hold, as it is closing me in!” I realize, as the sheets slowly poll together around my rump first.

I feel the silicon slowly coming together around me; the sealing slowly moving up, along my body. From the rump, upwards; all the way up over my body, ending at the upper end of the package.

Since I already am a doll, incapable to move by myself; I barely notice, how it is holding me in a very tight grip.
Just as the package had sealed up, completely; she is applying the corners, with which she is hooking the inner packaging into the outer casing.

“This looks, and feels; as if it had been the inside of a doll package, and I am the doll inside!” I realize.

The back is a mate black, solid silicon-plate. The right, left, upper and lower plates are merely matching the back-plate I can’t see. Though the front is clear; with the intent of show-casing me as a doll; just as it leaves me to see, what is outside the package I am now stored in.

With eyes fully open; I lie on the bottom of the package, forced to watch what is happening before me. All I could see now, is the ceiling above me.

“Oh, but of course; I am sorry, I can’t leave the package lying like this!” she exclaim.

A moment later, she is picking up the package containing me; righting it up, so that I can see the door almost as if I had been standing up on my own two feet.

“What kind of a doll, are you?” she inquires; as if she had expected a doll to actually answer, or there is a second person in the room.

“What you need; is a squeaky doll-valve, so you can play the part!” she announces.

“Yes, I believe I do need that, right now!” I consider, as response to her words.

With that, she is producing a valve; slowly inserting it, into my belly button. Now it feels, as if my belly button had been designed, for just this very purpose. Hadn’t it? Why else would it possibly be there?

“Oh!” I ponder.

I had felt the valve inserted, but it does not feel as anything had really changed. Had it? Maybe it had not? Though it is still feeling all warm and fluffy inside. That special fuzzy feeling.

“This is not a dream, but it feels good; almost as if this had been a dream!” I ponder.

“Now, my little doll; I have to prepare you, for shipping!” she explains almost as if there had been a girl in the room.

I can clearly see her, and I feel everything almost exactly as normal; as she is folding one side of the quilt out of the way, before she is once more focusing on me.

First she is aiding me, in pushing me up into a sitting position; before she is bending my arms forwards and bending my upper arms upwards.

Now she is tipping me over, into a new position; where I am almost on all fours. Here; she is bending my knees, in a ninety degree angle. With that, I am effectively on all fours. I am still facing the head-end of my bed.

“There, now you are ready, for the next step, the insertion!” she explains.

Palms down, onto the bed, fingers spread wide; my feet bent comfortably, as I am looking straight forwards. I am effectively her doll; accepting the pose she is giving me, expectant of what she is doing to me, as she is playing with me as if I had been a doll. The doll I am, right now.

She picks up a new box; marked: "Factory Reset”

I watch her opening the box, containing a very large plug; intended for anal insertion, with me as its obviously intended target.

“Oooh, oooh, oooh!” I ponder, in stark realization, as she is extracting the crystal-clear Silicone plug in her right hand.

“Anal rivet-plug” reads the subtitle, explaining the item in her hand further.

This time; she is not applying any lubrication, to the plug. She is still taking her time, taking it very slow. Almost as if she had been demonstrating the plug to me; explaining her intent, before she will actually perform the insertion.

As the tip of the plug is finally touching the entrance of my anal cavity; I hastily realize, exactly why she had not applied any lubrication. I am quite wet, and perfectly lubricated and slippery.

Furthermore; I am finding my self contract instinctively, the instant the plug is touching me. I have no say or control over the contraction.

“I will take this slow, so that you can enjoy the experience for as long as possible!” she explains, before she initiate the actual insertion of the plug.

She takes a moment, to permit the intent of her words to sink in; before she is starting to insert the plug, albeit very slowly. True to her words. I feel the tip enter me, as it starts spreading me.

"Ooooh, oooh, oooh; ooooooohh!” I exclaim, inside my head.

As a Doll, I have no voice; just as I have no control: of my lips tongue and vocal cords at this time. The inserted valve, saw to this. I had been a doll; ready for her to prepare me, as she saw fit. This, is how she is tending to me. She is making this one experience, into an adventure of significant pleasures.

Of course; that would imply, that this pleasure-doll even had vocal cords to begin with. Does it? I have no idea.

“Ooooooohhh!” I realize, during the entire process of her inserting this plug into me.

I experience the plug constantly spreading me wide open; as it is filling me up, to the brim.

Inch by inch; and I am experiencing this: instant by instant.

The effort is taking her a full hour, sixty minutes; before I feel the plug plop, as it is riveting itself securely into place with a quite distinct pinch.

The sting of the pinch gradually evaporates, as I am adjusting to the plug. As I had contracted to swallow it, I am no longer feeling the pinch; almost as if it had never happened, and the plug had always been inside me.

“Beautiful, simply beautiful!” she exclaims, cooing in excitement.

“What is that, I am hearing you saying?” she inquires, almost as if she had heard me saying something.

“Yes, but of course; you need the other plug, to match the set!” she says, as if she had been vocalizing the words she hears me saying.

Or, if it had been her Muse or Shoulder Angel? I have no idea; it is all the same to me, anyway. Maybe; because I am her doll, to play with.

I soon realize, she had prepared an oral plug; matching the anal insertion, I am already feeling embedded into me. Just as the anal plug; the matching oral toy is considerably larger, than the regular one I had been enjoying before. Something about doll anatomy?

She is extracting the oral plug, before she is walking around me; facing me, with the plug in hand. As she is standing before me, she is introducing the plug to me; I feel the plug against my lips almost as I had been kissing it, before she is pushing it in. I feel my lips, and mouth contraction at contact; just as I feel the plug spreading my lips, before it is filling my mouth up completely.

“I like a more Equine Doll, if you would not mind?” she offers, as she is looking at me.

“That sounds delightful!” I ponder; as I am picturing myself as the doll, she is desiring right now.

“A muzzle, is required!” she points out, as she is producing the muzzle, she had in mind.

I feel the muzzle, being pressed up against the lower half of my face. She is pressing the muzzle into place; as she is producing the lip-liner; with which she is drawing a line along the outer edge of the muzzle, thus bonding and fusing it onto my face. As the line is turned into a completed circle; the muzzle is fully integrated, into my anatomy for as long as the bond is holding.

As the muzzle had been bonded onto my face; she is extracting a pair of equine ears, matching the muzzle and my face. She is placing them on my head; before she is applying the bond, and thus sealing them into my current anatomy.

“There, much better!” she coos, in excitement; as she is adoring the latest change, onto my face.

“If only I could see it, but from what I can feel; it should be perfect, on me!” I ponder.

“With the muzzle, you need something more; in order to complete your Factory Reset!” she points out; as she is producing a crystal-clear yello, intended for use on an Equine subject, such as me.

Since the muzzle had been bonded onto my face, it is feeling normal; no pressure, and no numbness at all. Just comfortable, as if I had been born with it.

“Everything is one size larger, with the Factory Reset model?” I ponder.

As she is introducing the yello to my lips, I find myself contracting instantly on contact in an instinctive manner; then I feel her slipping the yello into my mouth, inch by inch.

“How long will it take her?” I ponder, as she slips in the toy into my mouth.

Inch by inch, and minute by minute; the toy slides into my mouth and down my throat, deeper and deeper still. There is a distinct pinch, as it is locking into place; fully inserted, all the way down my throat. I am contracting around its entire length, feeling it filling me up and spreading me insistently and constantly.

She produces the lip-liner once again; drawing the line around the outer edge of the yellow; bonding it onto my muzzle, and into my mouth. Yet, the feeling of the yellow filling me up is persistent; never letting go, or letting up in the least.

“I would have loved, to eat you right here and now..” she points out; “But regulations require; that I prepare you, for shipping now!” she explains.

I am feeling her hands on my body, as she is adjusting my pose; making me stand on my knees. She straightens my arms, before she is bending them behind my back, folding my arms as if they had been the wings of a bird. I feel her pressing my arms down against my back firmly; leaving my arms, in this position.

Now I feel her hands grabbing my waist; as she is pushing me forwards; placing me on my belly, before she is turning me over on my back.

She is grabbing the right leg, bending it forwards. I feel her bending and twisting my legs; until she is satisfied with my posture. She presses my knees up to my shoulders, while she is pressing my feet towards the sides of my rump.

“There; ready for shipping!” she explains.

“I guess, this is a posture; appropriate, for a sex-doll to be shipped in!” I realize.

“I just need you, to cool down to package specifications, before I can pack you up, for shipping!” she points out, matter of fact.

Of course, now since the quilt is no longer maintaining my body-heat; I am cooling down slowly, as my personality is regaining coherence. I am slowly regaining who I had been, or who I am about to become.

“We need to ship you off; to an important scene, overseas!” she points out, explaining the situation.

“A scene? I am to perform on stage; for massive crowds? As the Ballerina, I had been practicing for!” I ponder.

“Exactly!” she points out, as if she had known what I thought.

“Tickets have been sent to a few of your kin, including your sister: May!” she then explains.

“Of course; that is what she meant; when she had mentioned, that I were to be performing on a stage, for spectators!” I realize.

“In just a few more minutes, I will initiate packing you for the trip!” she informs me.

“Oh!” I ponder, as I am looking at her.

She is placing a thermometer onto my forehead, and placing a timer before my face; showing me how much time remains, before she can finally wrap it up and package me for the trip.

“A thermo meeper?” I ponder, inwardly giggling at my position.

With that, I am watching the time count down, towards the initiation; where she is to be packing me. She is keeping close watch of my inner temperature; in order to see, when it is safe to start packing me for the trip.

Seconds ticking by, as the temperature is in steady decline; I am closing in, on the promised trip. I am still a bit of, but I am at least still closing in on the promised dream.

“Tick, tock; tick, tock; tick tock!” I hear the clock echoing, over and over in my head; as the time is slipping by.

“It is time!” she announces; as she is picking up a large Silicone sheet, for me to lay down on.

I notice, how she is placing the sheet on the lower end of the bed; where I am currently not lying. She is lifting me up, grabbing me by the waist; before she is placing me on the middle of the sheet, prepared for me.

Once she has me, squarely in place; on the bottom sheet; she is picking up the second sheet, she is placing over the bottom sheet.

“I’ll just adjust these; before I can package you up, now!” she explains, as she is fiddling with the two lower corners of the sheets.

Once the corners are lining up, they start to pull together; sealing up, and the individual sheets are fusing together into a tightly sealed package.

“Oh, oh; now it is taking hold, as it is closing me in!” I realize, as the sheets slowly poll together around my rump first.

I feel the Silicone slowly coming together around me; the sealing slowly moving up, along my body. From the rump, upwards; all the way up over my body, ending at the upper end of the package.

Since I already am a doll, incapable to move by myself; I barely notice, how it is holding me in a very tight grip.

Just as the package had sealed up, completely; she is applying the corners, with which she is hooking the inner packaging into the outer casing.

“This looks, and feels; as if it had been the inside of a doll package, and I am the doll inside!” I realize.

The back is a mate black, solid Silicone-plate. The right, left, upper and lower plates are merely matching the back-plate I can’t see. Though the front is clear; with the intent of show-casing me as a doll; just as it leaves me to see, what is outside the package I am now stored in.

With eyes fully open; I lie on the bottom of the package, forced to watch what is happening before me. All I could see now, is the ceiling above me.

“Oh, but of course; I am sorry, I can’t leave the package lying like this!” she exclaims.

A moment later, she is picking up the package containing me; righting it up, so that I can see the door almost as if I had been standing up on my own two feet.

I am watching, ever so watch-full; incapable of closing my eyes, or looking away. Unconsciously seeing, registering everything before me; like a camera left on, but not consciously registering anything. I am a doll. A Doll sees all; yet sees nothing. That is me. I am the doll.

I am stacked, awaiting the shipping. They will take me, to where I am desired.

Once I am delivered; I will be unpacked, for me to be dressed up and perform, for the full house promised.

Only once I am unpacked; can I be dressed up, as a Ballerina. First then, can I perform; dancing for the audience, breathlessly awaiting me to perform before them.