Author's Note

The Assistant's POV

Preparations for the Girl: 6

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After I had left the girl, at the dungeon; I had returned to the room, where I had prepared her plug.

Naturally, I had closed the door; once I had stepped into the room. Not just because Mistress is demanding this out of me, and everyone else; but because I enjoy the quiet, in the privacy of the room as I close the door behind myself.

She already has a pair of stockings, and I intend to give her a pair of gloves to go with them; almost completing the ensemble in the effort, in taking her to where she wants to go.

There is a mannequin, a doll or dummy; ready, for this very purpose. It is by no means incidental, or accidental; we have it, for this very purpose.

I will have all the time I need, to complete this project; in her name, for her to enjoy at her own leisure. I just enjoy, doing this for her. I guess you could claim, that these services could be considered; to be included in the stater package, we offer our new customers.

Since she is responding favourably, on the treatment; I am eager, to perform the task for her. She has after all enjoyed everything, I have done for her this far. Maybe it is easier, and more enjoyable; to offer services, and work for a satisfied customer.

Maybe this girl, is the most satisfied customer; I have ever come across, and had the fortune to be working for. Just do not take my word for it; I am just one of many Assistants here, all serving our respective Mistress, for the Queen of the Hive.

“I love to serve, and I live to serve” reads the motto, engraved on the inside of my service-ring.

I do live by my motto, the one I had sworn by; as I was imparted with this job, once I had finished my education and training.

Every Changeling swears an oath, to our Queen of the Hive; just as I had sworn an oath to the Mistress I am serving directly under.

In essence, I am wearing the ring; just as you may wear a wedding-ring. While it is not exactly the same, but it is just as important to me.

The girl is still wearing the panties, and the top; but I have both the stockings and the gloves in the room. I am dressing the doll up; slipping one glove on at the time, right and left respectively. Almost, as if the doll had indeed been the girl in question. I apply all the care, and love into it; as if it had indeed been her.

Once I had helped the doll, standing in for the girl to dress; to slip into the gloves; I repeat the process, slipping the stockings on. Full-length, there is no substitutes here. Only the full-length may properly serve the purpose.

“Okay, here goes!” I mumble to myself; “I hope she will enjoy what I am doing for her, and appreciate it!” I add, as I am starting to work.

I start, by picking up what is looking like a lip-liner with a somewhat wide tip; then I draw a line along the rim of the right stocking, thus creating a skin-tone trim. Only when she is using these, with the panties on; the trim will be a perfectly matching sapphire blue. This effect will make it look, as if the panties would have reached an inch further down. Once I had applied the trim to the right stocking, I continue by applying the trim to the left stocking.

Naturally, I am applying the trim to the right and left glove, respectively. The effect is the same; just that these gloves are matching up with her top; making the top have an inch longer sleeves.

There is another, hidden effect I am applying; this will give the effect of reinforcing the bonding between her sin and the stockings and gloves material. To her, it feels as if these garments had been her skin, indistinguishable from her body. At least, for as long as she is wearing them.

Just as before, she will have her feet transformed; so that she can walk on her own hooves. Her own, four hooves in fact; if and when she is wearing both the stockings and gloves.

Once I had applied the trim, to both stockings and gloves, respectively; I put the lip-liner away, and store it for the next time I will need to use it.

“There, that should give her an interesting and exciting experience; when she is in the mood for it, or if she just puts them on by mistake!” I giggle, to myself; as I picture her slipping into these garments, by herself.

“Oh, wait; one small detail, before I am done here!” I ponder; “I need to polish her nails!” I add.

I pick up a vial of clear nail-polish. As I had uncapped the vial; I am applying the polish to each nail in turn, from the thumb to the pinkie finger. I start at the center, at the root of the nail; drawing the brush all the way over the tip; before I continue by starting at the right and left, right and left. Only to repeat the process behind each nil. Just this one layer. I leave the nails beautifully glossy, the way I imagine she would like them.

I cap the vial of nail-polish, and pick up the next vial; the one with polish for her toe-nails. Now I merely repeat the process; even if the stockings has short nails, rudimentary in the Anime style.

“There; now she looks, as if I had lacquered all her beautiful nails!” I ponder.

“A beautiful handiwork!” I imagine Mistress complimenting me, the way I know she is appreciating the effort and the appearance I lent to these garments.

I cap the vial; before I put it back, with the other polish I had applied to her finger-nails.

With the polishing done, and the vials put away; I can focus on the next step of the job, polishing the garments themselves for a deeper immersion. I always aim for the deeper immersion, and the more enjoyable experience.

“I want for her, to feel as if these garments are her skin; during the time she is wearing them, so she feels natural!” I ponder; “These are not supposed, to feel as if she is wearing a suit!” I add.

I pick up a pair of clear gloves, for the work ahead; these products are not intended for bare skin, but will still affect my skin if I am exposed to it.

“Do I have a foot-fetish, or a hoof-fetish?” I ponder, as I am getting to work.

I usually do have these thoughts, and I keep maintaining them; considering the point valid, considering the job I am currently performing here. I do the work for the Mistress and the Hive.

While all work is ultimately for the Queen and the Hive; I perform, because I love my work. Even if this may be, what I had originally been hatched to do. I had been designed, as an Assistance; and the Assistant who enjoys her work, is ultimately performing better. If she thinks she is doing this for an individual, over just performing the job; is also happier, and performs better.

To me, I am working directly under the Mistress who choose me; while I am working for the girl, she is currently serving.

I start with the right foot, from the tip and the toes; maybe this is just a compulsive sense of order, or it is the best and easiest way of performing? I prefer to polish these stockings; as if I had been massaging her in person, for a more personal immersion on my part.

Just because the girl is not here, and may never feel the care and effort I am putting into it; does not man I could be sloppy now. If I am sloppy now, it could bleed into my personal and more intimate work; thus affecting the next girl, I am serving.

As I am polishing her foot, I am pouring the clear gel into the palm of my now gloved hand; before I am caressing the foot and thus spreading the gel out, as I am working it into the material.

In this manner; I am working my way up, inch by inch. Over the toes, the foot, the heel, the calf over the knee and all the way up over the thigh and up to her crouch.

I am working it in, with intricate patterns of diminutive circles; applying pressure, as I continuously work the gel in. I am enjoying the job, just for the joy of doing it; though it is also, in how she enjoys what I am doing for her.

Once I had massaged the first foot, I move over to the next. I am working within the pattern; right and left, right and left. I repeat the process. Once I completed the work with her stockings, I am moving forwards and up, to work her right hands as I had worked her right foot.

I work my way up from her fingers to her hand, all the way over the elbow and up to the shoulder. Now I continue, with her left glove. Only finishing the work, as I have completed all four garments.

“Wait, there is more!” I ponder, as I slip the gloves off of my hands.

I help her taking these gloves off of her hands; because she is incapable of doing this, on her own in her current state.

Once I had taken the gloves off of her, I turn them inside out and help her putting them on. I repeat this process, with the stockings.

I am putting on a pair of new, unused gloves. The old once thrown away, for them to be cleaned up and recycled. The tube of gel I had used before, caped and ready for the next use. I uncap the tube of gel, intended for the inside. This is making her garments bond to her, in an intricate and intimate manner; making them adapt to her, making them feel as if it had been her very own flesh for as long as she is wearing them.

Just like before, I am applying the gel to her feet and hands; her legs and arms, in exactly the same manner. There is no point, in changing the manner in which I apply the gel; that would only distract me, from performing the job of applying the gel. Since I love applying it, as if I had been massaging the girl, it is how I do it. What if the next Assistant had another image of the job; she would have been doing it differently, based on her image of the job. So long as she enjoys it, and the job is done right, who am I to complain, or judge her?

As the gel had saturated the garments, and cured; I help her slip them off of her, before I am leaving them to rest. I can’t put them onto anything right now, they have to go onto the girl they were intended for; or the entire job is in vain, and for nought.

Once the job is down, I put these back in her box; where I leave them, as I am waiting for her to be ready for me to release her.

Now I just slip these gloves off of my hands; clean them up, and leave then to be recycled.

While I was taking my time, it had taken me at least an hour; she is ready, for me to help her out. I am free, to relieve her, so she can have the long overdue climax. As a matter of fact, I think I left her for at least a full three hours.

Since I am done here, I have finished the job; I carry the box with me, as I am walking out of the room. I just close the door behind me, before I continue over to her room. I open the door and step in, close the door and walk over to the small table by the bed; where I carefully place the box with her belongings.

Now I am walking over to the door and open it, before I am stepping out and close the door behind me; then promptly walk over to the door of the Dungeon, where she is still waiting for me. Before I open the door and step in, then I am closing the door behind myself.

Once the door is closed, I take a moment to just look at her, where she is still orgasmic; I gaze at her, enjoying the moment with her. Not that I can feel her orgasm, but I can still feel and enjoy the love emanated from her in this state. It is permeating the room, as the air is perfectly saturated.

I am slowly absorbing the love she is emanating, as I am walking through the fairly small room.

Once I reach her, I am making sure I had given her the time I had promised her, the time it takes, for the effect to take hold. Now I am extracting the tube inserted into her belly button. All the associated items slip out and fall to the floor around her. While I observe her experiencing the climax, I am gathering her items.

I release her hands from the wall, before I am leading her out of the room; only stopping to open the door for us, and closing it behind us. From there, I am walking back to her room on the opposite side of the hall. Now I take a moment to open the door, before I am leading her in and close the door behind us.

Once inside, I lead her to her bed, and help her up and into the bed. Once she is securely up on the bed, I make the bed smooth and comfortable.

At this time, the exhaustion had overcome her; she is overtaken with it, and is soon falling unconscious where she is lying in her bed.

As I had ascertained myself, she is securely in bed; I can leave her where she is, knowing she will wake up safe and sound. She may be out for a few more hours, but I will tend to her, once she is up and about.

I walk over to the door, open and step out; before I am closing the door behind me, leaving her to rest and recover. From here, I am returning to ´my work-room.