The Red Crop

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The mare had slipped in under me, or was it around me; on Mistress’ cue. Either way; I had been greeted, by the coarseness of her tongue as she placed her muzzle on the top of my mound.

Wait, did I by any means choose this?” I ponder, as she is lapping away at me.

I had chosen the coarse side of the tip of the crop. Just that I never thought, this would be the outcome of the choice. Now I am facing the effect of it; stuck in place, and with the mare eating away me up.

The excitement slowly building up, within my mound; only to explode in an earth-shaking orgasm as she backs of, after ten minutes of eager stimulation.

“Oh, oh, ooh; ooooohh!” I exclaim, as the orgasm finally did hit home.

“You are enjoying this, I can tell by the excitement you are demonstrating!” Mistress is musing in concealed excitement.

She is watching me, carefully; waiting for me to come down and reaching a manner of equilibrium, before she is signaling for the mare to renew her effort.

On cue; the mare is returning, to me. She is placing her muzzle onto my mound; then she parts her lips and extends her tongue. The next moment she is starting to lap away at me. The cheer bliss, she is applying to the petals of my orchid.

My body, shuddering and shaking with the orgasm, she had already imparted me with. I am trapped, within the reverberating cycle of the orgasm hitting me harder and faster with each recurring blow.

After an hour, I peak; now trapped within the cycle of the orgasm that she had built up. I am completely orgasmic. I fail to notice, how the mare is withdrawing, slipping out from under me; stepping back, with the Mistress as she is standing behind the clear rubber-membrane I am leaning up against.

Since my eyes are closed, I can not even see the flash of light; emanating from the mare who had just eaten me, as she is turning back into her human disguise form.

“She is juicy!” the girl puts forth.

“So you think, she is taking to what we offered her?” Mistress inquires.

“She is far to sweet, not to; but what do I know, I am just facilitating the pleasure to her!” the girl offers.

“I felt her emotional outpour, throughout the session; and she was indeed loving this, more than she could have been prepared for!” Mistress concedes.

“As did I, and it was a juicy torrent; coming from here, as I ate her!” the girl agrees.

“I am looking forwards, to see how she is taking this; but for now, I believe it is better if we leave her to simmer in her own juices!” Mistress points out, just before she is opening the door out of the room.

Not that I really heard, or understood what they were talking about; but right now, it does not really matter. I am hot, and wet; feeling as if I had been made out of rubber, and now I am melting in the heat the girl had offered me.

I barely even feel the plug, mistress had inserted into my anal cavity; as large as it may be, considering how it is indeed filling me up to the brim. She does know, just how large a plug she could get away with.

“What if I were to ask, if I could be granted to take this plug home with me; as I walk home, all assuming I am indeed free to walk home now?” I ponder.

“She is ours, for the taking; the plug will see to it, rest assured!” the Mistress put forth.

“I would love it, if she permitted me to eat her; if and when she does return!” the girl offers; “Though I guess, there is another service I could offer her today!” she adds.

“For now, we wait; but in a few hours; I will let you have her, to play with!” Mistress is promising the girl.

“Thank you, Mistress!” the girl responds.

“On second thought; now is exactly the right moment, for you to pay her a little visit!” Mistress is pointing out.

“Yes, Mistress; what do I do for her?”the girl inquires, eagerly; almost bouncing up and down, in excitement.

“Let me see; you could lick her eyes, and insert the lenses now?” Mistress suggests.

“Then she would not even notice I am there!” the girl points out.

“That is the point!” Mistress explains.

“Wait; then she will simply thing it is natural for her to follow me, with her eyes?” the girl inquires.

“Exactly!” Mistress points out; “Delicious, isn’t it!” she adds.

“I guess, you have me there; I will do as you command, Mistress!” the girl responds, promptly.

“The effect only works, within line of site; but it is powerful, and exciting!” Mistress ponders, as she is watching the assistant scurry of on her mission.

“This is her job, and she knows how to do it!” Mistress only notes, to herself; as her assistant had left.

The girl opens the door to the dungeon, in which the subject of her interest is still waiting. Unaware, of what is about to happen; simmering in her own juices, as it had been expressed.

Her hands still stuck to the wall before her, her hooves secured onto the floor; she is incapable to move; but that is for her own good, at this point.

The assistant slowly moves up, to the girl on the other side of the crystal-clear rubber-membrane wall. Once behind the girl, she slowly inserts herself between the girl and the wall; preparing to perform the task, given to her.

Once the assistant is standing before the girl, she is placing her hands on the girl’s cheeks; before she is pulling her face close and use her thumbs to slip the girl’s eye-lids up for just long enough to lick her eyeballs.

Now she is letting go of the girl, before she is slipping out from behind her; stepping out into the room and walks back to the door. She opens the door and steps out; before she is closing the door after herself, and continues back to her mistress.

With the door closed, the girl is once more alone; almost forgotten, but busy with herself. She will not be disturbed by anyone.

“You tended to the girl, I take it!” Mistress puts forth.

“Yes, Mistress; I have taken care of the girl, and she will be looking into my eyes as I step into the room again!” the assistant respond.

“Excellent, excellent!” Mistress offers, as she is heading off towards her next assigned task before her.