Author's Note

Girl's POV

Stepping up the Game: 9

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“Since I can see, you have found a fancy for these stockings; maybe it in order, for you to step it up?”the Assistant puts forth; “In which case, I do have a few items that just may be to some interest for you!” she offers.

“Yes, the stockings reminds me of all the excitement!” I put forth; “Though I have grown fond of them, for completely unrelated reasons as well!” I then continue.

“While you could wear a skirt, over, but I doubt you could pass your hooves of as shoes of any kind!” I suggest.

“Yes, I could do that; it is what I use to wear, and what I intend to wear, most of the time!” I offer.

“It is common wears among the girls, who come here; and it does make perfect sense, to me!” she responds; “However, there are a few things that will be harder to keep out of the public eye, should you prefer to; but I could offer you the means towards blending them in, if and when you choose to!” she then offers.

“I love the manicure, and what it is doing for me; but I guess it is sticking out, just a bit outside the expected norm?” I propose.

“I could fetch you a pair of gloves, if you want a more inconspicuous appearance!” she offers; “Since you have not attempted to wash the make-up of yet; I could as well let you know, it will not wash of!” she explains.

“A pair of gloves?” I inquire; “Just like these?” I continue; “No, I have not gotten to that; I never had the opportunity, and it had never really occurred to me to try that yet!” I conclude; as I respond to the revelation, she just threw into my face like cold water.

“Yes, a pair of gloves will cover your hands; but these are for other occasions, you will notice that, when you put them on!” she points out; “Which I expect you will be doing, soon enough!” she ponders, quietly; “Short gloves, just enough to cover the entire hands; though I guess they could have looked exactly like shorter versions of these, before I prepared them for the intended purpose!” she points out; explaining just a bit more of the situation, for me.

“So these gloves will cover the entire hand, and nothing but the hand?” I inquire, for verification.

“Sharp, and to the point!” she agrees; “Easy to put on, and take of!” she adds.

“If they are comfortable, and conceals the details to make me inconspicuous, while I am wearing them. Who am I to complain?” I put forth.

“The gloves will look, as natural as you were; before you entered the Dungeon, and none will be the wiser!” she explains; “It is also feeling just as natural, for you to wear them!” she adds.

“If it feels, and looks as real as these stockings feels right now; I am impressed!” I put forth.

“Then I am considering you blown away, by how real it is feeling!” she points out, matter of fact.

“Going by what I know, I am going to try everything out!”I exclaim; “Though I am considering, if you had anything else, for me to enjoy; while we are at it!” I then concede.

While I may be excitable; but I had never been known to be irrational, or prone to hasty decisions before. Why start now?

“There is one final item, I am at liberty to offer you; now since you expressed your excitement and eagerness to try them on!” she coos in obvious excitement.

“If you saw a pair of high heels, or other shoes you had to decline; simply because you could not get your feet into them, and thus found yourself incapable of walking in?” she inquire; “If you have, you may have wished these socks had been on your feet at the time!” she explains.

“Now you are describing the dilemma most of us girls are bound to encounter at some point; I have been there, and I still recall the pain of the attempt!” I respond.

“That is something else, I could offer the cure for; sore feet, due to uncomfortable shoes, or too much exercise!” she offers.

“I think I would take these too; unless you are making me choosing between one item and the other!”I put forth.

“We offer our initiates all the best, based on preferences and expressed wishes!” she ascertains me, with utter conviction.

“This is my first visit here; and I have not had a reason to regret coming her yet, now I find even less reason to regret coming here!” I respond.

Some of these items comes at a cost, on our part; they are highly personal and individualized for your comfort and pleasure, and can’t be worn by anyone but you as the original recipient!” she explains.

“You mean to say; that my stockings can’t be worn by anyone, but me?” I inquire.

“Exactly!” she merely responds; nodding vigorously, with a solemn face.

“Yet; I can wear these, for the rest of my days?” I inquire.

“That is the beauty of it all; they are practically you, or as close to it as possible!” she coos, now lighting up.

“These stockings will stretch, and contort with me; as I walk and age?” I inquire.

“Consider them as your skin; you don’t give it away, because you need it!” she mumbles; “In a complicated sense; these garments are you; for as long, as you are wearing them!” she then elaborates.

“Now, she is making me excited!” I realize.

“We invested years of research and development into this product!” she points out, with obvious pride.

I feel a sense from her; that had I not been knowing better, I would have claimed she was purring like a cat. Well; maybe that had not been as far off, as one would have liked to think? She is obviously taking personal pride, in offering me this product. A product, I am expressing joy and excitement about. Something she knows I am going to wear, and often.

“Now you make me desire these, even more!” I put forth; “When I know the effort you have put into these, it makes them very special to me; while they were special to wear before, it was just for the excitement they lent me in the one short moment!” I offer.

“Yes, indeed!” she coos; “They are very special; we craft them as gifts; for those of our esteemed guests, who express and demonstrate the joy and will love to wear them!” she puts forth.

“As much as I have loved to be here, I still realize; not everyone out there will understand and respect the gift, or what it means!” I mumble; with saddened, downcast eyes.

“Some of these items, are intended to permit you to walk openly amongst them; when you are walking down the street, wherever you may go from here!” she offers; “While others were designed, for you to have a little piece of us; when you step out on the street, and when you are in your private place!” she then adds.

“Of course; she is making herself a little bit of us, in the process!” she ponders, secretly.

Of some things, one is simply not speaking openly; not even to the once you trust, or believe is trusting you. If it is the consequences of revelation, or the consequences revealed; who is to say, it is a personal matter. Different everyone.

Sometimes, one is maintaining the conversation; never really getting to the heart of the matter, explaining everything else in great detail.

“I think; there is something, you feel the urge to ask?” she finally concludes.

“Oh, yes..” I mumble; taking a moment to clear my thoughts and focus, on what I had in mind; “While it has been exciting and exhausting; but I had been rather still, without any traditional exercise!” I start.

“We do have exercise equipment, in the basement; for when we need to stretch our legs and move our bodies!” she points out.

“Since you just mentioned it; is it too much for me to ask, if I could see these and have a moment for exercise?” I inquire.

“No; not at all, thank you for asking!” she coos; “Maybe, just maybe; I was secretly hoping, you would ask!” she continues.

“Just a moment, and I will show the trick!” she points out.

I had seen Mistress using magic, and I already knew she could change her body-shape; so, this should not be that much of a shock.

While the glowing light of her magic is weaker, dimmer; it is still quite capable, of accomplishing the desired task. After a moment, a small segment of the room started to glow; before an escalator appears, out of nothing. I guess; that is magic, to me. Besides; this is the Hive of the Changelings owning the Dungeon, their home is bound to have some similarities with them. Wouldn’t it?

Just as the escalator had materialized fully; there is a glow around the door out of my room, and the door is slowly sealing shut. As the glow finally had faded, the door is no longer there. A typical telltale of a Changeling Hive.

I am now on my way up, to the second floor; where the gym had been promised to be located. I can clearly see the gym, though.

“This, is the segment you will be most interested in; based on your wish for exercise!” she explains, pointing out where the tread-mills are lined up.

“No bicycles to be seen!” I ponder; “Maybe they do not believe, in that contraption?” I consider.

“While I am permitted to show you the room, and share the facility with you; we have no use for certain machines in our basic form, so we never invested in these contraptions!” she explains, proudly.

“I guess, that would make sense!” I realize.

Thank you, for sharing!” I respond, as I am scanning the room, and my eyes slowly find rest at the station she had pointed out.

“You are quite welcome, my dear!” she coos.

“How does this work?” I inquire; “It is a tread-mill!” I ponder, even if I do not recognize the specific model of equipment.

“This has all the functionality, you could require!” she points out; “Both for bipedal and quadruped postures!” she then adds.

“Just step right up, please!” she instructs me; “Feel free to grab hold of the side-rails, if you think you need to!” she then elaborates.

“Thank you!” I respond, as I am stepping up; “It feels like rubber, under my hooves?” I ponder; “Almost, but more sticky and elastic!” I realize.

I notice a dim glow touching the controls of the device before me.

“Now, if you start up slow?” she offers, and I greedily complies.

“There!” she coos; “Now you can ease up; and pick up some speed, at your own pace!” she elaborates.

“Fantastic!” she is complimenting me; “Maybe a hint of resistance?” she inquires; and I feel a growing resistance, as I continue jogging along the track.

“It is so real, almost as if I had indeed been out running!” I ponder; “If only I had the wind blowing in my mane and the visage before me, moving with me!” I conclude.

“Now, let’s have some fun!” she coos, as she is adjusting the controls further.

“Oh, okay..” I respond; “Oooh!” I yelp in surprise; “How did she even do that?” I ponder.

As she continues, I feel my hooves starting to sink further down and stick to the surface upon which I am currently running. Just so gradually, I barely realized what she had been doing.

“I think I am going to like watching her for a while!” the Assistant ponders, in delight; “How does it feel?” she then inquires.

“Surprisingly good!” I respond.

“Yes?” she inquires.

“While it is true, I have not been sleeping or lazily lying still; but I have not had any active exercise since I came here, even if that was exhausting enough on my part!” I respond; “It feels great, to finally be free, to be able to stretch my legs again!” I elaborate.

“I could as well admit it, I was enjoying putting you through your paces!” she concedes; “Just as I am enjoying, offering everything I can see you enjoy!” she adds.

As I continue, the resistance is slowly increasing, while I am putting on some more speed. I try to make small spurts of slow and gradual acceleration, as I go; while keeping a fairly steady pace, overall.

At first, I do not notice anything, or any peculiar irregularities; then the sticky track is starting to get a continuously firmer grip for a long while, as I continue. The ground is starting to feel more and more squishy, causing my hooves to sing further and further, while the ground still is feeling firm, to hard under my hooves.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” I hear my hooves squeak progressively louder and more enthusiastically.

“The track looks and feels firm under my hooves, yet it is still letting my hooves sink down an entire inch now!” I ponder, in the initial amusement.

“Good, you are standing in the middle!” she denotes; “Hold on, as I make another adjustment!” she is instructing me.

As I am taking it literal, but not quite in the sense she had worded it; I soon find myself holding on onto the rail, but is incapable of consciously letting go. There is no glue, and no magic involved; as far as I could make out, at this point.

Just that I could not consciously make my fingers loosen the grip around the lustrously silver metallic surface I am holding on to.

“There; you can let go now, if you feel like!” she offers.

“Okay!” I respond, relaxing my hands a bit; “I can't!” I note.

I never stopped, or even slowed down; as she made the adjustments, she intended to make. Just as I did not trip, or miss a beat. Maybe I had focused to hard, to catch up with her; holding on, and keeping the pace? If so, so be it. Maybe that had been the entire point, of what she had said? To deflect my attention, and to cloak her action; while I focused on what she said, and what I was already doing.

Either way, it is too late now. I missed it.

She is looking intently at me, smiling; as I continue, almost as if nothing had happened. Something is amusing, and I guess I had just missed the joke. Maybe, I am the punch-line?

“I hope I can continue for a while longer; so I can run through all the stillness and passive activity I have had, the last few days!” I put forth.

“No problem, no problem at all!” she merely reassures me, as she is musing on the scene playing out before her.

The scene; in which I am the star, incapable of letting go of the rail. For now, I do not mind. Not just because I had asked her for this favour, in the first place; but because I had enjoyed this before, even if this had been under drastically different circumstances. Though the activity, is just as much my pleasure now; as it had been, back then. Though I could imagine, some would question why I ask for this exercise.

Few would question, why I had enjoyed a few hours of good sex. That had been delicious, indeed. Every tiny little bit as good, as the expression could possibly claim

When you are rest-less, cooped up; you may choose to put on a pair of sneakers; step out and run all the way around the block. Just for a moment of fresh air and a fresh breeze blowing your worries away. Who wouldn’t? I know I could have done it.

For now, I had ignored my hands’ refusal to let go, as if it had never happened. Though I guess I had noticed it, subconsciously. A tiny little fragment of me, enjoying it, for all it is worth.

While I can’t swing my hands back and forth, along the sides of my body; I can still run, fairly unhindered all the same. I merely continue, slowly jogging along the track. There may be no physical track, in the luscious forest; but I am running, as if it had been.

There are no trees, no birds and no scents; but I have the full experience of running along the track, including the tactile sensations and the seemingly irregular patching of the path through a forest.

Maybe she had never bothered to recreate an actual track; just blending in the elements, of what such a track would have been feeling like under my hooves?

She had also added distinct elements of her Dungeon, and the atmosphere that comes with it. She had managed to build up the excitement; she knew I would love and treasure as I am thinking back at this moment at some future event.

The track, or path is not covered with hard soil or gravel, but retains all the fun of both. There are a few less identifiable aspects; like the squeaks and elasticity. Not to mention the sticky surface holding my hooves squarely on the floor.

I feel the freedom of running along a track in a network, designed for multiple people running and enjoying the moment and exercise. Just that this path never veers or in either direction; neither to the right, nor to the left. Just straight forwards. Maybe she could make the track elevation go up and down; but this far she has not done anything to the effect, even if I had to accept that I never had asked for it. I had not given her the impression, it is what I had been looking forwards to or hoped for.

“You really did need this!” the Assistant exclaims, after untold minutes had passed uninterrupted.

“Yes; it appears , I had needed it even more than I had expected!” I respond.

“I have been enjoying; to see how excited you are, over your exercise!” she puts forth, admitting to her joy.

“I don’t mind!” I respond; “If only I had realized, just how exciting it could be, and how good this feels!” I ponder; “You enjoy your job!” I suggest.

“It does please me; both to see your excitement, and to help you achieving it!” she admits; half by half as if it had been unexpected, or embarrassing for her.

“Then; I will by no means, stand in the way of your pleasure!” I offer.

“For that, I am grateful..” she coos; “I have enjoyed to please, you more than I had dared to expect; as I am learning your desires, and how to meet them!” she continues.

“If she could only know, or understand; just how much I have enjoyed to work for her, or how and why I am enjoying it so much!” the Assistant consider, quietly, as she continues to watch me from behind.

For some reason, it feels as if she had been watching me; excited over what she is seeing before her, from a more or less purely sexual standpoint. Maybe she could have been excited by me, on a sexual level too? I have no idea. The fact that she is a girl, a female; changes nothing, we all knew this.

“Should I ask her, if I am exciting her?” I consider; “Or, is this by any means offending her?” I ponder.

For now, I remain silent. I do not say anything; though I guess my hooves are making all the noises, for me. Maybe this could be her true source of the excitement? I am after all playing right into her fantasy; the one she is catering to, as she is performing here at their Dungeon.

“Is a Fetish strong enough, to play all by itself; or does one still require someone, to fill the suit for the effect to have any power in the real world?” I ponder; “In this case, my thoughts are the real world; just as much as the floor, upon which she is standing behind me!” I continue.

My thoughts are wondering off, and time is slipping away; so long as I am enjoying the time and she does not complain, who am I to complain?

Her thoughts of me is still warming me, even if I do not know of it or why. Is it strange, or wrong? Why?

I slow down, little by little; in small steps. I can’t just stop, cold; it would ruin too much of what I had been building up, during my stay up here with her.

“Uhm, maybe you could lift your hands off of the rail; before you stop?” she inquires, giggling.

“Oh, okay!” I respond; “Why not?” I continue.

“Uh, but?” I start, as I try to lift my hands up, but to no avail.

“My hand, my hands refuse to let go of the rail!” I exclaim, in sudden realization.

“Yes!” she coos.

“Delightful, isn’t it?” she inquires; “Just as when I was eating you; down in the Dungeon!” she continues.

As hard as I may try, my fingers remain; firmly clasping the rails, right and left, respectively.

I find myself blushing, in unexpected excitement and embarrassment.

I notice a glowing touch to the controls, as she is handling the tread-mill. It had already stopped, and it is in full neutral.

“Whoa?” I exclaim, as I feel my fingers grip tightening around the rails.

While I may have been exhausted, but I am not quite that exhausted.

She stands behind me, as she continues to play with the controls; making me hold on onto the rails, and tightening my grip. I feel my fingers’ muscles tighten, as I am holding on onto the rails.

“There!” she exclaims.

“Excellent, excellent!” she now puts forth.

I realize, she is standing mere inches behind me. The tips of her right and left index-fingers touching the rip of my anal orifice.

“Ooohh!” I exclaim; initially stunned and shocked, by her unexpected advances.

I could have stopped her, right then and there; had I wanted to, but that had never been my desire even now.

She is slowly putting the pressure required in, before she starts sliding her hands apart; and effortlessly dilates me in the process.

“Ooh, ooh, oohh; ooh, ooh, oohh; ooh, ooh, oohh!” I sigh, through-out the process.

My eyes wide open, staring; yet unseeing, as I find myself excited.

As she lets go and pulls back; I am remaining completely dilated, utterly and completely unaided. Had I tried to squeeze shut, I would have failed miserably; just as I had been equally incapable, of aiding her in the process before. I am exposed, open and helpless in her excited and capable hands.

“Oooooh!” I merely sight, in stark realization.

“I guess my impression, of how much you were enjoying it was not exaggerated; considering, just how easily you were dilated and how firmly it is holding!” she conceded.

“I could ask you to squeeze, and you would comply; though I know the response, but it is still worth mentioning it anyway!” she offers.

“Yes..” I respond; “You were quite right!” I exclaim, confirming what she already had known.

“After a few tries, you know when you have your girl dilated completely; though it is a two hands job, and the trick requires your index-fingers to work!” she explains.

“Ooh..” I respond; “Can anyone, or at least I do it; since you are explaining it, to me now?” I inquire.

“No, just the select few!” she points out; “There is a good chance, you could learn how to; if you put in the effort and are sensitive enough!” she concludes.

“Since you and it, and I could learn; I take it, it is something we have in common?” I propose.

“It is spelled manicure!” she points out.

“Oh, oh, ooh!” I respond.

She is extending her right hand, index-finger out; as she is slipping the tip of the finger in, touching the inner wall of my anal cavity with the squishy touch-pad.

“I had never expected you; to take it, quite this thoroughly!” she exclaims, as she is feeling the rubbery surface inside.

“Oh, girl; Mistress is going to love, hearing about this!” she ponders.

“No wonder, you are incapable of squeezing now; from what I could see, and feel!” she concedes; “Maybe, just maybe; I could, and should try?” she considers for a moment.

She lifts up her right and left hands, respectively; reaching for my face, touching the corners of my mouth with the sensitive touch-pads of her extended index-fingers.

As I feel the tips of her fingers sliding closer and closer together, I feel a thin rubbery membrane building up over the skin in my mouth; just as my lips are closing, as a reversed dilation.

The closer the tips of her fingers come, the thicker the membrane that is becoming; as my lips are being sealed shut. I feel wet, and slippery; as if I had just poured an entire bottle of surgical grade lubrication into my mouth.

“Ooooohh?” I realize, now completely mute.

“So juicy, so juicy, so juicy!” she coos, excitedly.

“I think I can have a sip, if I just prepare her first; she is secured, and can’t distract anyone down there!” she ponders, in obvious delight.

She is letting go of my lips, as she is lowering her hands down to my mouth; before I feel the now familiar touch, as she is starting to close my soaking wet orchid.

“There, dinner is served!” she ponders, as she is slipping down on her knees.

She crawls under me; before she is turning around and lifts up her hands towards my waist.

“Mhmhmhm!”I mumble through sealed lips.

After a series of acrobatic moves, she is finding herself sitting under me with her legs spread wide open, and her mouth on top of my mound.

I feel a wet kiss at the very tip of the petals of my orchid; before she is parting her lips, and her tongue is approaching my orchid. The next moment, she is lapping away at me, eagerly.

“She is eating me, alive!” I realize.

I feel the tip of her tongue, as she is licking the petals of my orchid; though I am remaining slippery and wet.

“Delicious!” she ponders, with her face buried deep into my crouch.

She continues to lap away at me, for the following ten minutes; while she has me wide open, exposed to her. She does not stop, before she feels my orgasm hitting home.

Now she is sliding back, permitting me time to find the new equilibrium; pulling herself up. I watch her, as she is adjusting the controls of the tread-mill.

As my hands finally are letting go; she is embracing me, tight enough to carry me down to the bed one flight of stairs down.

She is carrying me down the escalator, before she is pressing me up against an empty wall. I feel her lifting my hands up against the wall, before she is pressing the palms of my hands down firmly. My fingers are spread wide, as I hear the distinct squeak; indicating that my hands are firmly stuck onto the wall behind me.

She slides down, onto the floor; planting her lips onto the top of my mound, kissing me. She resumes her feast; as she starts to lap away at me, almost as if nothing had happened.

I feel the tip of her tongue playing over the petals of my orchid, as she is lapping away; eating me alive. As she continues to eat me; I am growing continuously hotter, in excitement. She continues to push me all the way from the first orgasm, up to the orgasmic state.

While I may not even notice it, but the effect that had built up before; as she dilated my rump, and reversed it for my lips, is growing even more pronounced as she continues.

While I had closed my eyes, just after she had started to eat me, I can see exactly nothing, but she is an Angel. Since I will need three hours, to simmer in my own juices; she is leaving the room as I am still orgasmic.