The Red Crop

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I had just exited the shower, it had indeed been divine. The hot water, running down my entire body; no sound, and no fear of violence. I am alone, preparing for what is to come. A new life.

A new beginning.

Nude, I walk over the floor with still wet feet dripping and leaving puddles as I go.

The sign of purity, as I am leaving my past behind.

My heart, light, the room, and the air, light as a feather.

Is this, what they refer to as reborn?

I do not know, but it does not really matter. I am free. Finally.

Tiptoeing on my way over to the gurney in the middle of the room. Waiting, expectantly.

A door is sliding up, and a woman enters the room. Mistress, my Mistress.

She is banishing all thought of what had been, as she is dominating the room and the scene.

She is dominant, and owns the scene. It is her scene.

“Greetings, Miss; welcome to my Dungeon, I hope you will be enjoying what I have in store for you!” she offers.

“Greetings, Mistress; I am eager to explore, what you have in store for me!” I respond.

“Mount the gurney, please; then I will offer you the treat, I had prepared for you!” she explains.

With that, I am slipping up onto the gurney before me; feeling the crystal clear, squishy cushion under me.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak..” is heard, as I move on my way up to take my place on the gurney.

“Comfortable?” she inquires, as I finally find my place.

“Yes, mistress!” I respond.

“There, now the formalities are concluded..” she ponders; “now I can offer her the treat she has been putting up for so long!” she concludes.

“Since you are comfortable, it is time I start!” she points out.

“Yes, please!” I respond, nodding vigorously.

She walks around the gurney, facing me; extending the tip of the crop, before me.

“If you would be a dear and lick the crop, so I can start!” she explains.

“Oh..” I exclaim; “but of course!” I respond; as I part my lips, extending my tongue in order to comply.

She is looking at me, enjoying her work; as she watches me, as I am lapping the crop for her.

“How much?” I ponder; “How long, do she need me to lick it?” I continue, realizing I don’t quite know, or understand.

I had been putting up the introduction for a year. In the process, I had forgotten most of what my former friend had explained. I had not seen much of her, this last year.

“Thank you, Deer!” she offers; as I had coated the upside of the tip of her crop with my saliva.

“That should do, quite nicely!” she explains.

“Just hold on, and relax; this will take a while, and will be feeling a bit unfamiliar and out of place!” Mistress is pointing out.

“Of course, she would know; she has been a Mistress for years, so she is bound to know!” I ponder.

Relaxing is surprisingly easy, with Mistress standing guard; and none entering the room, without her permission. While I do not know of her power, but I do not need to know of all the Changelings spread out over the entirety of this facility. However, maybe I will see one.

Of course, I am lying on my belly, my back up. How else would I do?

On my back, belly up?

She had not told me to, so this is how I lie. Relaxing, holding on to whatever she expected me to hold on to.

Curious, there is a hole or gap perfectly fitting my face. I find it most comfortable, and convenient. Just that it is in the control of my Mistress.

“In Mistress I trust!” I realize, almost as if she had been the local deity or god.

“Kami, o’Kami..” I mouth.

As I am utterly naked before my mistress, there is nothing between me and the crop she is wielding. I feel the tip of her crop, like a hot tingling shiver down the entire spine as the crop is lining the length of my spine.

While I do not know I am changed, there is an initial reaction to her and the touch of the crop.

There is a light tap of the crop, hitting the end of my spine with a curious reaction I could not have foreseen. One, two and three inches of tail sprouting; unbeknownst to me, but yet it is already there.

“Whack, whack, whack..” is heard, as she is hitting my rump right and left; causing it to grow plump and lush.

Maybe I should be pleased, by the firm plumpness caused by her touch. Why shouldn’t I? But for now, I have not realized.

She stands still, momentarily; watching, waiting. Before she starts over, starts anew; drawing the crop along my right leg, from the top of my rump and all the way over the heel and down to the toes. Only repeating the process with my left leg. Symmetry is a thing; after all, or I would have become a cripple. Right then, and there.

While I had already been female, a girl and woman; but she is changing me slowly, into a new me. Maybe I would have called myself oriental? Even if even I know, the word is looked down upon and frown upon by some. If they were the target of the term, or just misguided individuals clinging to be politically correct, who knows. I do not care.

While she is standing behind me, I feel the tip of her crop; as it is hitting my mound and rump: once, twice and thrice. Just a light tap, each time; but I feel it, just as the effect is more profound inside than I had been expecting.

“Whack, whack, whack; whack, whack, whack..” is heard; as she is tapping my feet right and left, heel, sole and toes.

Of course, she is thorough; in the effort of adjusting me feet, to change them into what is expected out of me. How, or why? Who is to say, yet I am slowly changed as she is changing me into a new self.

She stands over me, still; observing me, adoring me for who I am.

After a moment, a minute; that could as easily have been an hour or a day, she is walking around me where I lie in order to once more face me.

“Palms up, please; Miss!” she is instructing me, watching me present the palms of my hands.

“Tap, tap!” is heard; as she is tapping the palms of my hands, right and left.

As I watch, the palms of my hands are turning a silicon-white, bordering on the purity of the porcelain. Amazed, I can but stare; as the palms of my hands slowly turns into suction-cups, before my very eyes.

I soon return my hands to their original positions; before she is tapping the back of my hands; before stroking the fingers along their entire length. I continue to stare, as my hands continue to change slowly.

“Excellent, excellent!” she is pronouncing; “Looking good, don’t you think?” she inquires as she had finished.

“Now, I will just have to get used to be the center of attention; considering how you make me into something of a doll?” I inquire.

“Every girl wants to look good!” she merely responds.

”Yes, but of course!” I respond.

“Since you are a girl; too, Miss..” she offers; “you would love to look your best, too?” she offers.

“Yes, please!” I respond.

“Look up; look at me, Miss!” she is instructing me.

“Of course, Mistress!” I respond.

With a light tap on my nose, I feel it shrinking in size. She is sliding the crop over my eye-lids, right and left; changing them, into the proper oriental look.

Now I feel her drawing the crop from my right cheek, under my chin and up to my left cheek; directing the change, into the ideal face of her Idol.

“Smile, please!” she is instructing me; drawing the crop along the border of my lips, from the upper right on a left-bound circuit. As the circuit had been completed, so had the change of my lips and smile, as well as my face.

“Relax..” she instructs me, as she is taking a step back and walks around the gurney.

She is stopping at my right side, extending her crop.

“Tap, tap; tap, tap!” is heard, as she is making my tail grow an inch with each tap.

That is now a full seven inches. I have a tail, but still too short to be visible or useful in any practical manner. Guess I don’t care.

“Spread your legs, wide; before you push yourself up to a sitting position!” she is instructing me.

“Yes, Mistress!” I respond, as I am complying.

“There, perfect!” she offers, before she is giving my belly button a light tap.

I feel the tap, but not the incurred change itself.

“Tap, tap; tap, tap; tap, tap; tap, tap!” is heard, as she deepens the orifice she had crafted into what had formerly been a normal belly button.

“Ooh!” I mouth, as I look down; seeing the change, I barely feel beyond the tactile effect of the crop hitting my flesh.

“Tap, tap; tap!” is heard, as she is tapping my right nipple into shape.

“Tap, tap; tap!” is heard, as she is tapping my left nipple into shape.

A relatively large nipple adorning each of my breasts; shapely and in shape for whatever fun she may have in mind for me.

Now I feel her drawing a line around my right breast, before drawing a line over the breast; leading to a change in size and shape, leaving me with a fitting A cup. She soon repeats the process, leaving me with a beautiful and symmetrical bust befitting my current size.

Of course, I am now standing a full, proud five foot tall; but that is just right for me, in my current shape.

I feel her rubbing my mound, with the tip of her extended crop; before she is giving me an affectionate tap onto the orchid that is slowly coming into full bloom. As I look down, the orchid is turning a bright cerise. There is a hint of gloss, I can only imagine is wet lubricant she had placed inside me.

“If you lie back down, and relax; I have one final gift, I am willing to offer you!” she informs me.

“Yes, please..” I respond, nodding most vigorously, as I eagerly comply.

As I like down, I feel the touch of Mistress’ fingers slowly and deliberately caressing my rump. Her fingers, sliding ever closer towards the center of the crack. There is a momentary slip, and I feel a wet gel being applied. As she is rubbing it in, the sensation is slowly fading away until my rump is completely numb and I feel nothing.

She continues inwards and down into the open orifice. While I do not feel it, I know she is continuing. She is leaving the trail of a glossy surface as she continues, the sign of how much of the gel had been applied.

I have no idea, as to exactly how far in she had continued; but then she produces a glossy black plug-tube, slipping it inside me.

At first, I feel nothing, but as the glistering black rubber is bonding to my flesh and blends into my rump; the sensitivity slowly returns to what should be fairly close to normal.

She had taken a step back, waiting for a minute or two; producing the gel with which she is intending to prepare me and polish my rump.

I feel the touch of her fingers, as she is working the crystal-clear gel in; blending the border between rubber and skin, as she is enhancing my sensitivity. She also leaves a glistering surface, where she goes.

“I fear, it will take you a while to get used to your Anal Guard; but it should prove both useful, and exciting once you have grown used to it!” she points out.

“Anal Guard?” I inquire.

“The black plug-tube I just inserted!” she explains.

“Oh, okay..” I respond, “is that the gift, you were just mentioning?” I inquire.

“Yes, the anal guard is intended to protect your anal cavity against unexpected and unwelcome visitors!” she points out, explaining a bit of the situation.

“I don’t even feel the item, she had inserted into my rump!” I ponder, as I am mentally exploring myself.

“It is, as if it had always been there, as a part of me..” I realize; “It’s an integral part of my natural anatomy!” I continue.

“Sit up, please!” she is instructing me; and I comply, eagerly.

The next moment, I once more find myself with one foot dangling on each side of the narrow gurney; as I sit up, facing my Mistress. Her gurney is only two foot wide, so it is still fairly narrow, even for me, after everything that had just transpired in the room.

“I will instruct you, explain how this works; so that you will enjoy it, as much as possible!” Mistress explains; “But first, you will have to slide your left foot over the gurney and slide down onto the floor; so you can stand up on the floor, as I guide you through!” she concludes.

“Oh, okay!” I respond, sliding the foot over; before I slide down onto the floor.

“Thud!” is heard, as my feet are hitting the floor.

With that, I am finally standing on my own two feet once more.

“There, if you are ready?” she offers.

As I am standing up, facing my Mistress; I find her towering over me, even if she is standing a few feet away. Something I will simply have to get used to, with the diminished height and stature.

I stand, facing her; hands on my hips, as my eyes are following her every move.

She is putting on a pair of skin-tone gloves, indicating for me to do the same; before she is extending her middle fingers, licking the tip of the right and left in turn.

“Now, let your hands slide down and behind towards your rump..” she instructs me, watching as I mirror her action; “As you feel the edge of your anal cavity under the tips of your middle-fingers, pres down gently, before you pull your hands apart!” she points out.

“Oh..” I respond; “Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh” I mouth, as I follow her instruction and feel my rump dilate effortlessly.

“Relax, and let go; don’t overdo it..” she points out; “just let your hands fall to your sides, and experience the moment!” she offers.

“Oh, okay!” I respond, as I follow her instructions.

My rump naturally remains dilated, dilation staying as I had just left it.

Had I tried to clench; it is nothing but unresponsive rubber; I can’t even feel it and not the touch of her fingers as it happens.

“Extend your index-fingers; slide your hands back and search for the rim of your anal orifice..” she instructs me, and I eagerly comply; “Now, if you would please rub the rim and slide the fingers in an inch as you continue!” she is instructing me.

“Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh!” I mouth, as I feel the tips of my index-fingers rubbing over the wet skin.

As I continue, I feel a fairly familiar sensation, unfamiliar; merely because the location is off, this is not how this should have been feeling. My eyes, slowly widening in shock and excitement; as the sensations slowly sink in, and I succumb to the stimulation I am subjecting myself to. I can’t help, but enjoying it; while she is observing me, with eager anticipation.

“Find the spot, with the tip of your middle-fingers; press down gently, before you pull your hands inch by inch wider!” she is instructing me.

I quietly comply, pulling my hands wider and wider apart. For as long as the tips of the fingers remain gently pressed down on the respective spot; dilation grows, as I continue. I am in control, as my body complies with the gesture I perform.

There is a strange tingling sensation I experience, just as I finally do feel the resistance as I had reached the limit of how much I can dilate.

“Beautiful..” she offers; “That is the limit, of your dilation!” she points out.

“Now; if you let go, and permit your hands to fall to your sides, please!” she is instructing me, and I comply.

With that, I am easing the grip and let go of my rump; as I do, my anal cavity stays open. I do not feel it, or a change; just because I am letting go, but why should I feel a difference in any event.

Once I had let go of my rump and she can see my hands by my sides; she is stepping forwards, walking up to me with a wide grin on her face. She only stops, a foot away, standing before me; her hands moving up and behind me, as she is reaching for my rump.

A moment later, I feel the tips of her fingers; as she is caressing the rim of my rear orifice, with the tips of her fingers. I find myself wet, slippery; she is driving me towards the point, as I realize it is exciting me.

My lips describing a capital “O”, as I mouth; “Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh!”, as she continues.

“You did not see that coming?” she coos.

“No..” I realized, entranced by her action.

She continues, teasing me; driving the point home, as she is continuing to caress the rim of my rear orifice.

Naturally, I am finding myself helpless, in her grip; as I had already succumbed to her, before I had even realized it or what she was even doing to me.

“I am trapped!” I realize; “but, it feels so good; I don’t want her to stop..” I ponder.

After a few minutes, she is pulling her hands away; changing the grip and is pressing the tip of her right middle-finger at the top of my rear orifice. I feel a tingle, momentarily; before that sensation is slowly fading away, almost as if nothing had happened. She had locked my orifice at maximal dilation. Just that I had already dilated as much as I could; which is why I did not feel a difference, aside from the momentary tingling sensation.

“How is that?” she inquires.

“Oh!” I merely respond; “it tingled, momentarily; but that has faded away, so it is completely normal now!” I whisper.

“Excellent, excellent!” she exclaims.

“Now?” she inquires, quietly.

I feel her left hand sliding in between my legs; before the middle-finger is hitting that sweet spot and it once more is tingling.

“Whoa!!” I exclaim; “You’re closing me up?” I put forth, as the stark realization is hitting home.

While I am remaining wet, the orifice is closing up; my rump sealed tight, to the point where I could not have found the orifice.

“Yes, exactly!” she merely offers.

“Oh; how, and why?” I manage to blurt out.

“Because it is most useful, if and when you need it!” she explains, matter of fact in quite the somber tone.

“Oh?” I respond; “okay!” I add.

“Here, let me reset!” she offers, as she is applying her right middle-finger to the gesture.

“Oh..” I mouth.

“How is that?” she inquires; “I set the dilation to nominal!” she explains.

“Oh!” I respond, pondering the change she had applied to me.

Of course, the anal guard could not be removed now, it is far too late; but if I can learn to master its use, and its implications it could be serving me quite well.

“Since you can manage the basics of your guard; it is time, for you to dress up properly!” Mistress points out.

“That would be appropriate!” I respond, nodding.

“Right this way, please!” she offers.

I watch, as Mistress is opening a pair of sliding doors before me; presenting me with a selection of wears. Clothes, that should be fitting me.

“A pair of white panties would be a good start; here try these out, should fit you just right!” she offers, as she is handing over the panties.

“Thank you, Mistress!” I respond, as I am accepting the offered panties.

“There is a hole on the back?” I ponder, as I examine the panties before I try them on.

The material these panties had been made out of, is neither cotton nor silk, but the hue looks closer to something akin, to silicon or porcelain. As I am stepping into the panties, it feels; as if they were eager to slip all the way up to my crotch, to embrace me. I still afford the panties a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; just to ensure that perfect fit, to make it as comfortable as I can muster.

With just a little bit of effort, or if it is simply luck; my short tail slips in through the hole, at the back of my panties.

“Oh..” I mouth; “Oo-oo-ooh!” I sigh, as the tail was slipping into its designated hole.

“Thank you, Mistress!” I exclaim.

“A matching brassiere, would fit you just right!” she is offering me.

“Thank you, Mistress, I respond as I am accepting the offered garment.

I slip it down over my head, with raised arms; feeling the smooth material of the brassiere slide down, before I am affording it a few tentative tugs in order to ensure that ever elusive fit: once, twice and thrice.

While my bust is not exactly large; the brassiere does offer a comfort I had never been expecting. Leaving just enough bounce, to make it feel effeminate; while taking away all the discomfort, every step of the way.

“Try these on!” she offers, as she is handing me a pair of knee-length socks or stockings.

“Thank you, Mistress!” I respond; as I am accepting the socks, she is offering.

I lift my right foot, slipping it into the sock; pulling it up, before I give it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. As I had ensured the fit, I set my foot down; once more standing steadily, on my own two feet.

Now I am lifting my left foot, slipping it into the remaining sock; affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

While I am putting the socks on, she is picking out a blouse for me; handing it over, as I have put both socks on.

“Put this blouse on, I’m sure it should be just right for you, Miss!” she offers.

“Thank you, Mistress!” I respond, as I am accepting the blouse.

Slipping the right and left hand through the sleeves; before I am buttoning it up from the bottom to the top. Not leaving the final button undone, of course. Maybe I could have, but I choose to button it up all the way now.

As I am looking away, while I am putting the blouse on; she is picking a black knee-long skirt for me. No buttons, or anything.

“Try this skirt on; it should be right for you, Miss!” she suggests, as she is handing me the skirt.

“Thank you, Mistress!” I respond, as I am accepting the offered skirt.

Could I have turned it down? But the thought never occurred to me. Should it have, and could I have asked her for something else? But for now, I am happy with the suggestions she had been offering me.

Stepping into the skirt, pulling it up my legs; with the final pull, I pull it up over my hips. Only affording it a few tentative tugs, in order to acquire that perfect fit: once, twice and thrice.

“This jacket would look smart, on you; please try it on, Miss!” she offers.

“Thank you, Mistress!” I respond, as I am accepting the jacket.

At first, the colour and the cut makes it look almost like a leather jacket or a top.

I slip my hand in, feeling the material slide over my arms. Almost, as if I had not worn the blouse. Something odd, with the material these clothes had been made out of.

“Almost done, with the casual indoors ensemble!” she explains, as she is picking out a pair of shoes, looking almost as they had been ankle-socks.

These are not toe-socks; like the ones I wear, though.

“Thank you, Mistress!” I respond, as I am accepting the offered indoors shoes.

I slip them on, right and left; finding them acquiring the fit by themselves, before I had even tried. With that, I am setting my feet down, right and left.

“If you lift your right foot up; I will show you a little trick, Miss!” she suggests and I comply.

“Okay; thank you, Mistress!” I respond; as I comply, watching her touch the heel for but a mere instant.

As I set my foot down, I find myself standing on my toes; almost, as if I had been wearing high heels. I tentatively try to copy her trick; lifting up my left foot, touching the heel as she did.

“Oo-ooh!” I exclaim; finding myself on my toes, as both feet now maintain the stance.

“I suggest you practice this; then you can control your posture, at will!” she suggests.

“Thank you, Mistress!” I respond.

“You are quite welcome, Miss!” she responds; “But first, you need to slip these off of your feet; so you can try on your outdoor shoes, now!” she continues.

Slipping the shoes of, is just as easy, as it had been to slip them on. Effortless. I could do this, in my sleep; or, so I would imagine.

While I am slipping out of these curious shoes, she is picking out a pair of out-door shoes for me. Or, maybe these are boots? Unless, you choose to refer to them as stockings.

Thigh-high; heel-less high heels; just with what appears to be plateaus, I think.

“Not quite my old stature, but I guess I can get used to it!” I ponder.

Just that I had failed to notice, or realize; I am still standing on my toes. My feet bent to about forty-five degrees. This may be convenient now, of course.

“Crescent Moon” the label reads.

“Equine” the subtitle reads.

Slipping the right foot, is easier than I had expected. Lifting the right root, only to slide it all the way down; before I can put my foot down, or is it the hoof now.

I lift up my left foot, as I pick the remaining shoe; slipping my foot down, before I can place the foot down.

As I am standing on my own two hooves; I had gotten several inches higher, than I had been before. Wearing these boots, makes it easy to stand up and walk around; my balance is almost as if I had been bare-foot. It is a curious experience, I had never been prepared for. How could I possibly prepare, for an experience like this?

I should have been out of my depth, but the sense is so mundane; in everything else, I feel right at home.

It appears as if my hooves had been coated with golden. I have perfectly white sock, contrasting the reddish brown legs. Though there is a gradient, blending the pony with my natural skin-tone. Not the old pinkish tan, of yesteryear; but the new, natural oriental skin I had been gifted with by my Mistress. I guess it is a bit complicated, but it is the way things are turning out for me. Not that I am complaining, it’s always a great improvement.

“These should be easier for you to walk in; but if you want to, I have a pair of cervine ones for you to try out later!” she explains.

“Yes, please; thank you Mistress!” I respond.

“There is one more item, but I need you to slip out of the jacket, and blouse first!” she explains.

“Oh?” I inquire.

“I want you to try out the kimono!” she offers.

“Oh..” I respond; “thank you, Mistress!” I conclude.

I slowly unbutton the jacket, placing it on the hanger; before I unbutton the blouse, placing that on another hanger.

I accept the kimono; slipping my hands in left and right; before she helps me putting it on properly.

“There, perfect!” she points out; “You will have to learn, how to do this by yourself; eventually, but I guess that can wait!” she explains.

“Oh!” I mouth.

“This, is for more formal occasions, but it is beautiful!” she points out.

“Thank you, Mistress!” I respond.

“For later!” she offers, before she helps me taking the kimono off and put on the blouse and jacket again.

I had managed to catch a few glimpses of the kimono, my kimono; it is a brilliant sapphire blue, with a cherry-tree pattern, the trees in bloom. Somehow, I can see the image of the pattern, almost as if it had been in full colour; not just a pattern in monochrome relief.