Chapters The Anthology of the Escapadeist
Author's Note
This story needs some kind of an introduction.
Into the Storm: 1 Part 1
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It is late, and the shadows are starting to be longer. It had been a frisky breeze, playing in their hair for a good long while, and a light rain teasing them with somewhat uncomfortable chills.
“The sun is setting, this is definitely not good!” Adagio Dazzle points out.
“Why don’t you just pull out a tent, and we could have a camp right here?” Aria Blaze sneers.
“Because we do not have a tent!” Adagio returns.
Just as she had finished the retort, the rain is starting to pick up, and the breeze is chilling.
“This is just wonder-full!” Sonata dusk points out, in her more ironical voice.
“Is it, I am getting cold!” Aria responds, glaring at her companion.
“You are always cold, you are simply too dumb to put on decent clothes and be warm and comfortable!” Adagio taunts.
“Am not!” Aria retorts, in obvious agitation.
“Is to!” Sonata fills in.
“I am sick and tired, of this treatment; as if I was the one who always makes the bad decisions, and gets us into trouble! ” Aria ponders, as she is making a sour face, intentionally looking away from her two companions.
Of course the trio had never been able to pull it together and play evenly. Not outside of the act of feeding on the negative emotions of others. Without the common goal; they tend to fall prey to the petty, pointless squabbles almost tearing the group apart. When challenged, these forces only make it even harder, for the trio to hold on and keep it together.
“Since I am such a worthless loser, to you; maybe I should just make it alone, without you!” she points out; “Then, we can see who is the weekling among us?” she pushes forth.
“Sure, why not?” Adagio laughs; “Let’s see how long you can make it; before you come back, whining?” she offers.
“Just do not come after me, as if you actually need me!” Aria sneers back.
“Why, in Tartarus would we ever do that?” Sonata quips back.
“Why would I care? Because you will need me, later!” Aria returns, scanning the roadside for somewhere to slink off to.
“We never did need you, Aria Blaze!” Adagio retorts.
This, is when the thunder strikes; with a luminous flash and a roaring crack, a moment later. The air is continuously growing colder; as the wind keeps picking up and the rain is intensifying.
“Maybe that house, is my shelter? ” Aria ponders, as she sees a house by the side of the road.
Aria tentatively slips away, into the night; before she is continuing on her way, towards the promising shelter of the house she had just spotted.
“I really hope; they do not find me, or follow me now! ” Aria ponders, as she continues quietly towards her new goal.
“Where did that little runt sneak off to?” Adagio exclaims, as she finally realizes that the third girl of her trio is no longer in sight.
“I don’t know!” Sonata retorts; “As if we ever needed her?” she continues.
“In this weather, how long do you think she could possibly make it?” Adagio points out.
“How do I know? What do I care, for that matter?” Sonata retorts.
“You still do need her; if for nothing more, than to paint your frustration upon!” Adagio points out, in glee.
“You would need her, just as much!” Sonata responds.
“How typically them? ”Aria considers, as she continues to sneak off towards the building.
“With my pendant destroyed, I can’t even feed properly! ” Aria ponders, as she is drawing close to the building before her.
“Maybe I could finally get away, from these to; so that I can do something right, for once!” she mumbles, quietly to herself.
Aria had managed to reach the porch, just as the rain starts to pour down like nails. She stops for a moment, trying to shake the cold water off of her; before she is turning her attention towards the door before her, only to find it unlocked.
“Is this building abandoned? ” Aria considered, for a moment before she is stepping into the dark cloak-room.
She quickly closes the door behind herself, quietly; as to not direct any attention towards her lonely and exposed self.
“Basement, or attic? ” she ponders; as she tries to make up her mind, about where she would be hiding herself best from everything.
“The basement does not have any windows, through which I could escape; considering the pouring rain, if the basement is flooded! ” Aria considers.
“It is easier for them to find me, and I could be seen through the windows of the attic; if anyone is watching this building! ” Aria considers.
“At least, I could escape through a window; if there is one, and I do need to escape! ” Aria ponders, finally making up her mind.
“Just because the front-door was not locked; does not mean, I can’t lock it, for my own protection now? ” Aria considers, as she gets to securing the door against anyone passing by.
“Click!” is heard, from the lock-mechanism, as it spins into play.
The door is locked; stopping anyone, who does not have a key. Some measure of safety, at least. Though if the front-door was not locked; how many other unlocked doors and windows, may there be on this building. Abandoned as it may be.
“Too late, to be searching for that little runt; considering the weather, we need to find a shelter and fast!” Adagio point out, as the rain is washing her over.
“Yeah, she will have to fend for herself; I am feeling like a drenched kitten, right now!” Sonata admits.
“So, where can we hide; in order to wait out this pissy weather, we just found ourselves in?” Adagio inquires, as she is scanning the roadside for anything akin to a shelter.
“We have not passed anything, qualifying as a shelter for miles; we could as well keep going forwards, in the hopes we come across something soon!” Sonata puts forward.
“Yeah; if we go forwards as we search, it is more likely we find something we can hide under!” Adagio concedes.
“Wait, wait!” Sonata suddenly exclaims; “There is a house; maybe we could hide in there, and wait out the worst of this front?” she suggests.
“Yeah, it is the first building we could find!” Adagio agrees.
With the weather-front on top of the situation; the hostilities are slowly washing away, permitting the two remaining girls easier communication and cooperation for the time being.
Distracted, by the initial squabble, they had given Aria a good head-start of several minutes; now they are searching for the same house, finding the front-door locked as they arrive. For a moment, they stand quiet, just enjoying the temporary reprieve from the rain.
Since it is still blowing up a fairly brisk wind; they soon choose to try to find something more. As the door is locked; maybe they could find an unlocked door or window on the back. Even if it is nothing more than a children’s play-house or an entrance to a separate basement. Even a garage would be a decisive victory; considering the current weather, and where it seems to be heading right now.
Naturally, as luck had it; the wind and rain is not letting them have anything, as it is growing even more chilly than it had been before.
As luck had it, the rain keeps pouring down; but the wind is not such a big issue, behind the building. There is no outhouse of any kind; not even a shed or a children’s play-house.
Each window; barred and locked, impossible to open, short of breaking the glass prior to entry. If there is an alarm, this would go off, and alert the local authorities. The cops would be swarming the place in minutes. Maybe that would not have been so bad; considering the chance of the cover in the vehicle and then the cell over the night.
While the back of the yard is fairly open, there is a terrace with a hedge around and a glazed room. It is almost; as if someone had been begging for the entry, or intentionally left it open as a trap.
“The door is open!” Adagio is whispering, as she tries to open the door, quietly.
“At least, we will be safe from the rain in there!” Sonata responds in kind.
Adagio enters the room, and sonata follows her in a mere step behind; carefully closing the door quietly behind herself.
“That was almost too easy, even if this building may be abandoned!” Adagio points out.
“Yes!” Sonata agrees; “Though beggars can’t be choosers!” Sonata then adds.
“We could hang tight, in here for a while; if nothing happens, we could enter the building proper, and see what we have to play around with!” Adagio suggests.
“If the wind is not letting up; I am considering, trying to enter the room behind that door!” Sonata whispers, pointing at the indicated door.
“While we are safe from the rain, for now; I guess we may be forced, into entering the house!” Adagio agrees.
There is a flash, from another lightning; before the roaring thunder hits. The sounds of the thunder roars for a good several minutes, before it is finally quieting down.
Adagio approaches the door, trying the handle; only to find the door opening up, effortlessly. It had been unlocked, all along. No alarm is heard, and no sign of an alarm going of anywhere.
“This room looks classy, maybe a little bit too much for my taste!” Adagio points out, as she had entered the large room.
Old oaken packette, is covering the floor. The walls had been laid with pink cherry-wood panel, as a picket fence about four foot tall.
There is a delicate wooden table on the right, with a matching set of six chairs. All made out of darkened oaken wood, oiled in and lacquered with care.
In the left corner, a large leather-sofa can be seen. Smooth, semi-glossy leather; almost untouched by all the years the solid, heavy sofa had been left abandoned.
“This is a bit too fancy, for my comfort; in the situation, we are currently in!” Adagio points out.
“Assuming we have not tripped the alarm, if there is indeed an alarm in this abandoned building; maybe we should find a less exposed place, where we can hang out, and bide our time?” Sonata suggests.
“I don’t hear any alarm, and I can’t see a sign of one being installed her from where we are now!” Adagio responds; “Though I would imagine; this is the last place, an alarm would be visible if one had indeed been installed!” she continues.
“What is up; with all these painted portraits, hanging on the walls?” Adagio ponders.
Aria had already walked up the stairs to the second floor. She had not taken the time to look at anything, before she continues to climb the next flight of stairs.
At the top of the stairs, aria finally takes the time to look around. The floor is laid with fairly dark oaken wood tiles. The walls are still laid with pink cherry-wood, like a four foot tall picket fence. Strangely enough; the ceiling had not been painted white up here, but coated with a mate black silicone. The light-fixture is a serious of LED lights, in the form of a night-sky.
The flight of stairs had ended, with the hall continuing to the right and left; a room on each side, both to the right and left. A total of four individual bed-rooms. There is a shower, at the end of the hall, on the right side. The room on the other side of the hall would be the girl’s room.
“For what appears to be an abandoned house; this does look as if it had been occupied just a few days ago, and they only left on a vacation trip! ” Aria ponders.
On her own, Aria enjoys a moment to herself; as she is exploring what she has, to herself. There is indeed a freshly made bed in each room, with freshly washed bed-linen. None of the beds, had been slept in; since whoever owns the place, left.
Every room, neat and clean; safe for the dust, built up since the room had been abandoned. Soap and shampoo stacked and ready for use, as if it had been expected that someone would be using the facilities.
“A bit odd style; but I guess, I can manage!” Aria mumbles, quietly to herself.
“For now, maybe we should lie low; we could hide out in the basement, while the weather is blowing over, and give us some time to see what is coming down?” Sonata suggests.
“For now, nice and quiet should be just right; then we can start over, by tomorrow?” Adagio adds.
The door to the hall is unlocked; just as the two previously encountered door, the two girls had tried their hands at. The hall is empty, short of the decorations in the same style as previously encountered.
Behind the light oaken door, the flight of stairs is leading down to the basement. Adagio and sonata walks down, in the hopes of a secure hide-out for the night.
Sonata is closing the door behind herself, as she follows her friend a step behind. Leaving the interior as untouched, as possible; leaving little to no trace of their presence, to whomever comes next.
The first door leads to the food storage. There is another door to the girls’ room and the shower. Next is the boiler room. There is also a utility-room. Why not? It is expected, from a building of this style and class.
The last two doors, to the right and left is hiding a pair of guestrooms. One fair sized bed in each. The wardrobe on the foot end of the room, and a night-stand by the side of the pillow.
“Silken bed-linen?” Sonata prompts, as she is looking into one of the guest-rooms.
“Why did you have to say that, Sonata?” Adagio inquires; “Now you made me feel dirty; I have to take a shower, before I can sleep in the bed if it has silken night-linen!” she points out.
“Not my fault; they had to make the bed, with what appears to be silken bed-linen?” Sonata points out.
“No, but you did not have to say it!” Adagio explains.
“It is too late, to take back what I just said; you have heard what I said, and that is the end of it!” Sonata points out.
“Yes, and now I am going to take a shower; I expect you, to take one too!” Adagio points out.
“Since we have a shower, down here; maybe we could as well enjoy it, while we are here?” Sonata responds, as she is following her friend to the shower.
“Well, it was ages since I had a decent shower; maybe it is for the better, you made me take it now!” Adagio concedes.
“Life is not the same; since we lost to the Rainbooms; and they just had to crush us, beyond any hope of recovery!” Sonata points out.
“Yes!” Adagio agrees; “What is a group of devoiced Sirens?” she continues.
“A joke!” Sonata suggests; “And a bad one, at that!” she concludes.
“Now you are making me miserable!” Adagio complains.
“Maybe a hot shower, will cheer you up!” Sonata offers; “I am sure I could use some cheering up, right now!” she continues.
Adagio opens the door, to the room she had expected to be the shower. The shower is indeed there. The floor and walls had been laid with silicon-white ceramic tiles, looking as if they had been brand new.
“High-quality, pricey tiles; or have they been maintaining the place that vigorously?” Sonata points out.
“Probably both, going by what we have seen this far!” Adagio responds.
All of a sudden, there is a noise from up-stairs. As if someone had been walking over the floor directly above the shower.
“Someone!” Adagio exclaims.
“Is in the house!” Sonata fills in.
“Unless it is Aria, we could be in serious trouble!” Adagio points out.
“Or, in danger?” Sonata adds.
The sound stops, for but a moment; then the person turns on the heel and walks towards the stairs. She opens the door, and walks down to the basement. She only stops, by the door to the shower.
Everything is dead silent, in waiting for what is about to happen.
Adagio, and Sonata are holding their breath; in futile hope, the person will just continue and walk by. Without watching, the two girls know it is not Aria behind the still closed door.
In breathless anticipation, the girls await what is about to happen.
The Anthology of the Escapadeist
Interrupted: 2 into the storm, Part 2
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I open the door to the shower in the basement; finding the two girls.
“Welcome!” I exclaim.
“Hi!” Adagio responds.
“Do, do you live here, or do you own the place?” Sonata inquires.
“I guess, you could say; that I live here, yes!” I respond; “I am only too happy, to see a new face here!” I respond.
“So, you do not mind us hiding out here; while the weather is raging, outside?” Sonata inquires; “At least, we can stay here over the night!” she considers.
“If I mind?” I giggle; “Of course not!” I continue; “As a matter of fact; I would love, for the two of you to stay!” I offer.
“It appears, we really were lucky; finding this building as we did, in the middle of this storm!” Adagio puts forth.
“Out there, you were on your own!” I point out; “I love company; but out here in the middle of nowhere, and with this thrice damned weather-front?” I conclude.
Of course, I had been alone. One is always alone, even in the middle of the crowd. Sometimes, I choose to go to this place; in the vain hopes of being alone; and escaping that dreary loneliness, that can only be found in the middle of a very large crowd.
This time, for once; I had struck gold, in the form of these two girls and their currently estranged companion. How could I, but invite them in with open arms; offering the shelter, they so desperately need right now?
“If you girls like, I guess we could just stay down here; but I think, a snack or something to eat would feel better!” I offer; “I could always fetch something; for the three of us, if you eel better down here?” I suggest.
“If you have something to spare, and don’t mind sharing; I guess we can accept, and now as you mentioned it, I am hungry!” Adagio concedes.
“We have been walking down the lonely road, for hours; nothing to eat, and then this foul weather stomped us, on top of everything else gone wrong!” Sonata adds.
“Something to spare?” I giggle, bemused; “I have more than enough, for the two of you to feast upon, while you are here!” I explain; “I am not used to visitors, out here; considering this is basically the middle of nowhere, after all!” I continue.
“Of course, these girls do not know who I am; considering they are missing something, and I was never one to reveal my true identity in the first place! ” I ponder.
I could sense the loss, of the dear pendants they had been forced to give up; even if I could not put a finger as to what it is they had lost, or who they were. Maybe we are in effect, on equal ground here; neither knowing who the other is, and both currently needing a little bit of company.
“How about Hamburgers, with Fries?” Adagio suggests.
“Sounds delicious!” Sonata responds.
“I guess I could fix that, if you want; though it would be convenient, if you followed me up, so you can choose the extras!” I offer.
“I guess, I could follow you up; since you are already going up, to prepare the food, for us!” Adagio concedes.
Naturally, the building has taken far worse weather than this; even if we can’t know, how bad it may get before it is over.
“Okay!” I put forth, as I step out of the small room; heading up, towards the kitchen.
I notice the two girls following me; albeit a bit hesitantly, even considering the situation. I can understand the hesitance, on their art; considering their situation, and the fact that we never met before.
After the flight of stairs, I lead them into the kitchen. Everything is spotless clean. Can’t say, that I enjoy clutter; but I enjoy the feel, of the clean space. How could one prepare food, even for oneself; if the kitchen is not clean, and in perfect order?
“That’s the fridge!” I point out; Help yourself to the extras, you want for your hamburgers!” I point out, as I indicate the fridge.
“Okay!” Adagio responds, as she moves towards the fridge.
I open the freezer, extracting large hamburgers and a bag of fries. Once I have found what I need, I close the door behind myself.
Now I turn the stove on, preparing to fry the hamburgers. With the stove on; I pour up the oil into the fryer, before I turn up the heat; waiting for the oil to reach the optimum temperature, for frying the fries.
As the frying pan is heating up, I start putting the bacon on; since I wanted a few for my hamburgers. Hamburgers, not just any old regular burgers, mind you.
I spread some salt, onto the bacon; then pull them out of the pan, just as they are getting a bit crispy. Now I continue to fry a few more bacon.
As the oil had reached the optimum frying temperature; I pour the fries into the frying, waiting for them to become crispy.
As I fry the bacon, I watch Adagio picking the bread; while Sonata is picking an assortment of vegetables, cutting them into size for the hamburgers.
Once the bacon are all done, I start frying the hamburgers. I manage to get in a full six hamburgers into the frying pan, watching them fry.
“Love the smell!” Sonata exclaims.
“It is the smell; of a meal, well prepared!” I put forth.
“No mere fast-food!” Adagio concedes.
I notice Adagio is preparing the vegetables on the respective bread-bottoms. Once I had fried the hamburger and taken them out of the frying pan, she places one burger on each bread. She then places the middle onto the hamburgers and place more vegetables on top. The final hamburger goes on the top.
Now I take the fries out of the fryer; before I pour them into three bowls, one for each of us.
“I guess this will be the best meal we have had, in a very long time!” Sonata points out, with glee.
Now each of us carries a plate, with our respective double Hamburger.
“If you like, we can go downstairs now!” I offer.
“Yes!” Adagio responds.
“I would still feel more comfortable, in the basement; considering the weather, outside!” Sonata fills in.
“I guess, I could not blame you; considering the weather, we are currently having!” I concede.
“These are hamburgers, we don’t even need a table!” Adagio points out.
With that, I lead them down, into the basement once more; carrying my hamburger and the fries for the three of us. I notice, how they follow me down; just a few steps behind, but not close enough for us to trip and fall down the flight of stairs. That certainly would have been both painful, and embarrassing enough.
“On second thought; this is the perfect time, for us to tell one another stories!” I point out.
“Telling stories is fun, and we don’t have anything better to pass the time!” Adagio agrees.
“I really hope, you have an interesting story; to capture our attention, and pass the time while we are down here!” Sonata points out, as she had cleared the flight of stairs.
“I do have a few stories; that just may capture your imagination?”I offer.
“While I know, we do not need a table to enjoy the hamburgers! ” I ponder; “I still enjoy having a table, to place the bowl of fries! ” I consider; as I am leading them into a room, with a fitting table.
Once I had closed the door behind us, I place the bowl on the table.
“This room is furnished quite comfortable!” Adagio concedes; as she is sitting down, in one of the seats of the rather plush sofa.
“It is perfect, for times like this; when I have company, like this!” I point out, in response.
I close the door, behind us; before I sit down in the next seat. Sonata soon finds herself, sitting on my other side, with her hamburger in hand.
“This seems as good a time, as any; for you to start off, telling the first of your stories?” Sonata suggests.
“Yes, please tell us a story!” Adagio echoes.
“Okay, here goes!” I respond, as I take the first bite of my hamburger, watching them enjoy the meal with me.
“This story, is about a girl who loves going out on the Friday afternoons!” I explain; “She has a roommate, of course; who could not escape the fact, how her roommate loves to go out!” I start off, explaining.
“Two girls, living together; just like us?” Adagio inquires, after she had taken another bite of her hamburger.
“Yes; I guess you could say that, if one of you liked to go out?” I agree.
"I will just make a few quick breaks, for a bite or two; but here goes!” I offer.
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Author's Note
Sorry, if I am not differentiating, between the two characters; but I am seeing the twins as too close, for them to make the distinction in these terms.
Part One, of two
With a Sex-Doll Inside: 4 Part 1
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Our parents had just left the house, over the week-end. I, and my twin-sister had been awaiting the moment; together, and alone for an entire week-end. Just the two of us.
They had planned this trip, a month ago; preparing everything, for the two of us to make it alone. Including; preparing for the two of us, each meal carefully prepared for the entire week-end.
We had made our own preparations; I had ordered two sets of tubes for the two of us to use, to have a little fun on the side. A little bit of excitement, they did not know of.
She had ordered supplies, she apparently had forgotten to let me in on. The lubrication, the plot-gel, the set of bonding for each of the items I had ordered.
On second though; I had also ordered a set of plugs, I had forgotten to mention. Anal, vaginal, oral. Even one for the belly button. I was not entirely sure, as to how it works or its purpose; but it had been included in the package, so I could as well accept it.
Picking up the package, at the mail-office had been as easy as it had been to carry it home, unnoticed. Once the package is home; I had examined its content and compared it with the list of items I had ordered. Everything had been there. I had hidden the small package away, never letting on that I even had it in the first place. Now the day has arrived. I am enjoying a nice meal with my sister; as we are bidding them fare-well, on their planned trip.
Mother and father left, as we were eating; we did not get up, but finished the meal. We could wait, for a few more minutes; leaving no clue, as to what we had been planning. They did not know, what we were up to. Maybe they would needlessly worry; or shorten, or even cancel the trip altogether.
The car left the private parking-space outside the villa, as we continue to eat. We even washed the dishes, and slipped them into the washer.
”Okay; they have left, so I guess it is safe to come out!” I suggest, as we finished stuff the washer with the last of the dishes of our meal.
”Yes, it should be quite safe now; if you pull out your stash, I will pull out mine!” she responds; ”See you in the attic, in a few minutes!” she then adds.
”Okay; the attic it is, should be safe enough up there!” I respond, as I am walking toward my room.
I notice her going towards her room, just as I know she had seen me moving towards my room; no point in hiding it for her, at this point.
Once I reach my room, I open the door and step right in; closing the door behind myself, before I continue towards the secret stash. Now I pull out the packages, break them open and extract the desired items; for both my sister and me, for the entire adventure.
I sort the items in two small containers; one for me, and one for her. Taking both containers in my left hand, as I hide the rest of the stash for later use. I walk back to the door, open it and step out; before I close the door behind myself and heads towards the stairs up towards the attic.
With the price in hand, I scurry up the flight of stairs, before I continue up the next flight of stairs; ending up, in the attic, as we had agreed upon. Just a minute after me, she follows me up.
”I guess, we finally are doing this!” I merely point out.
”Yes, are you ready to undress; so that we can do this, now?” she inquires, in response.
”Of course, silly!” I respond, giggling.
”You handle your stash, and I handle mine?” she inquires.
”I wouldn’t have it, any other way!” I point out; as I am letting my skirt fall to the floor, before her.
”I was hoping, you would say that!” she points out, as she is pulling her top up, over her head.
It would have been convenient, if we had had a wardrobe in the room; but we did not even pull up a pair of simple chairs, up here. Partially, because we did not want to leave a sign; of what we were planning for the weekend, of course. Though the clothes could be washed off; after we have had our adventure, up here.
I pull my socks off of my feet, right and left; before I am slipping my panties don, finally finding myself stark naked. She is standing nude, beside me; merely waiting, for me to initiate our adventure.
”Would you like to do me, right after I do you?” I inquire.
”Yes, please!” she responds; ”I was hoping you would offer, to help me; so that I can help you, in turn!” she responds.
”If you walk up to the wall, and place your hands firmly on the wall beside you!” I instruct her.
”Of course!” she responds, as she is walking up to the wall; spreading her fingers, as she is pressing her hands onto the wall beside herself.
”Okay, here goes!” I offer; ”I hope you are ready!” I conclude.
”Okay, let me have it!” she offers; ”Insert my tube; but be gentle, please!” she continues.
”Of course!” I respond; as I pick up the anal tube, I had selected for her.
The tube is semi-clear, cerise and three inches long; feeling pretty stiff and should leave her wide open and exposed for advances. At least, so I had imagined, as I chose this tube as I ordered them.
”Just relax, and this should be smooth!” I offer, as I insert her tube.
”Oooh; oh, oh!” she response, as she feels the tube touch her rump, and consequently slides right in effortlessly.
”Oo-o-o-o-o-oh!” she sighs, as the membrane is extending into her rear entrance and spreads as far in as she could perceive it.
”How was it, and how does it feel?” I inquire; ”I hope you are still prepared; to extend the favour to me, too!” I offer.
”It was a bit intense, and the sensation of the tube invading my rump is odd!” she responds; I think I am ready, if you are!” she continues; ”Just hand over the tube and assume the position, so that I can do you!” she points out.
”Okay!” I respond, as I hand the intended tube over; before I am assuming the position, just as she had a mere moment before.
She happily accept the offered tube, I am banding her; before she is preparing, to insert the tube into my rear orifice.
”Let me have it, please; I need to feel it inserted, so that I can share the experience with you!” I prompts, eagerly.
”Okay, here you go!” she offers, as she is introducing the tube to my rump; ”I hope you will be enjoying this!” she continues, as she is starting to insert the tube; ”Because you will be having it inside you for a while, now!” she concludes as she lets go of the tube.
”Oooh; oh, oh!” I sigh, as I feel the tube inserted into my rear orifice.
”Ooh-o-o-o-o--oh!” I sigh, as I feel its membrane spreading further and further into the orifice and finally beyond where I could even consciously feel it.
”I take it, you are enjoying the experience!” she offers, as she is producing a pencil not too dissimilar to a regular lip-liner, and finally draws the line along the rim of the inserted tube.
”Oh, oh, oh; ooh!” I sigh; as she is bonding the tube to my orifice, and the skin stretches towards the tube and fuses securely with it.
”Your turn, to do me!” she offers; ”I hope you can make it for me, too!” she continues.
”Okay!” I respond, ”I hope I can do you, just right!” I add, and she turns around; presenting her exposed rump, to me.
I accept the pencil; then I start drawing the line around her tube, slowly and carefully. Just as I complete the line around the border, and pull the pencil away from her; I notice how the skin and the tube is bonding, and pulling together.
”Oh!” I exclaim, as I observe the effect firsthand on her; ”That is what happens!” I breathe.
”That, certainly was intense!” she pronounces, in response to the experience.
”If you turn around, so that I can insert your vaginal tube?” I offer; while still holding on to the pencil, for her.
”Oh, okay!” she responds; ”Of course!” she continues, as she is turning around to face me.
As she is turning around; I am extracting her vaginal tube, ready to insert it as she is presenting the opportunity.
”Ready?” I inquire.
”Yes, please insert the tube now!” she responds.
”Okay!” I respond; as I extend my right hand, slowly inserting the tube into her vagina.
”Oooh; oh, oh!” she responds, as she feels the tube touch her vagina, and consequently slides right in effortlessly.
”Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oh!” she sighs, as the membrane is extending into her vagina and spreads all the way into the bottom of her womb.
”I take it, you are enjoying this!” I offer; ”Then I will go right ahead, and bond the tube into place!” I propose.
”Oh, oh; yes, please do!” she responds.
”She will not have to ask me twice, not if she enjoys it that much! ” I ponder; as I draw the line around the border of her vaginal tube; ”There, hope this is good!” I respond.
”May I?” she inquires, indicating she would like to insert my vaginal tube for me.
”Yes, by all means; please do!” I respond, as I offer her the intended vaginal tube.
She accepts the tube; extending her right hand; slowly inserting the tub, into my vagina.
”Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oh!” I sigh, as I feel the tube entering my vagina, and the membrane slowly spreading all the way into the very bottom of my womb.
”Oh, oh, oh; ooh!” I sigh; as she is bonding the tube to my vagina, and the skin stretches towards the tube and fuses securely with it.
”If you like; you could insert the next tube!” I offer; ”it goes into the belly button!” I explain, as I offer her the next tube.
”Okay!” she responds; ”While I had not exactly expected it, but I have an idea; this would be perfect for, if you don’t mind!” she points out.
She accepts the tube; extending her right hand; slowly inserting the tube, into my belly button.
”Ooh-oh-oh-ooh!” I sigh; as I feel the tube enter my belly button, and spread all the way in.
”It was included in the set; though I am not entirely sure, exactly why it was included!” I point out.
”Including it does not make sense, to me either; but right now, it gives me an idea how I can make it useful!” she points out, as she is producing a pencil.
”Master Bond ” the label reads; as opposed to the pencil I am still holding, marked ”Submissive Bond ”.
”Oooh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!” I sigh; as I feel its effect taking hold, as the tube is bonded to my belly button and stretches in order to meet the tube half way.
”I barely felt the insertion itself; but I still did feel the applied bond, just as I am still feeling it!” I offer.
Now I pick up her belly button tube, extending my right hand towards her; ”May I?” I inquire.
”Yes, please!” she responds, serving me the cue to proceed.
With that, I insert the tube into her belly button. She hands me the pencil she had been holing, and I am accepting it; now applying the bond, by drawing the line around the edge of her tube.
”Oooh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!” she sighs, as she feels the bond taking effect, and merging the tube into her belly button.
”Okay, are you ready?” I inquire; ”The final and last tube!” I explain.
”The oral tube?” she inquires; ”Yes, please!” she offers.
”Yes, exactly!” I confirm; ”Then I will insert your oral tube fore you!” I point out.
I extend my right hand, holding the metallic bloody red tube; slowly inserting the oral tube into her mouth, slipping it in between her lips.
Since the tube enters her mouth, as it is slipping in between her lips; she can not make any noises, at this time. With that, she remains quiet.
”Ooooh-ooh-ooh-ooh. .” she sighs, as she feels the membrane spread into her mouth and down her throat, only to be cut short as the tube is reaching her vocal cords.
”-ooh-ooh-ooooh! ” she sighs inwardly, as the membrane continues to spread down her throat.
I apply the bond, drawing the line along the border of her lips; effectively bonding the oral tube into her mouth, as it is fusing with her flesh and leaves her lips with a red hue.
”My turn!” she ponders; as she is extending her right hand, to accept the tube she is to insert into my mouth.
”I would not have it any other way!” I point out; ”Here you go; please insert the tube into my mouth, and bond it securely!” I urge her, eagerly.
”Thank you! ” she ponders, as she is accepting the tube.
I watch her, as she is accepting the tube; her lips slightly parted, as the tube still is maintaining its grip. I had not quite expected it; but I guess it should have been the case, going by the description of the tubes and how they feel in my hand.
A moment later, I feel the touch of the tube I had just offered her touching my lips; as she is inserting it into my mouth, and it is slipping in between my lips.
”Ooooh-ooh-ooh-ooh..” sigh, as I feel the membrane spreading into my mouth and down my throat, only to be cut short, as it is reaching my vocal cords.
”-ooh-ooh-ooooh! ” I sigh, inwardly, as I feel the membrane continue to spread down my throat.
She applies the bond, drawing the line along the border of my lips; effectively bonding the oral tube into my mouth, as it is fusing with my flesh and leaves my lips with a red hue.
”Maybe I should have been considering this possibility; preparing for how to react as it does? ” I ponder.
”How do I ask her, if she is ready; since I can’t even pronounce a single word? ” I ponder.
”I guess I could as well continue, with the next step; assuming she will accept, what I am offering her! ” she ponders, as she is picking up the plot-gel applicator.
She is pointing at her orifices, one at the time; indicating an option, she should apply the gel into first. She signs for me to turn around; as I am nodding, when she is pointing at her rump.
”Okay; I guess we are taking it in the same order, as we inserted and bonded the tubes? ” she ponders.
With that; I am once more assuming the position, in preparation for what she has to offer. I am presenting my rump; waiting for her to do, what she had in mind to do for me. A moment later; I feel the highly viscous gel touching the outer edge of my anal orifice, before it is slowly spreading inwards. As it goes; the gel is vulcanizing the inner walls of my anal cavity, as far as I could feel it.
She is tapping my right shoulder; indicating for me, to accept the applicator and do her in turn.
I accept the applicator, as I watch her assume the position before the wall; before I carefully expose her to the same effect, she had just offered me.
As I am pulling back, she is turning around; indicating for me to continue, applying the gel to her vagina in turn.
I press the tip of the applicator to her vagina; exposing her orifice to the gel, thus vulcanizing her vagina. In doing so; I am fully aware of that she will extend the same favour to me, accepting it without reservation.
Once I had completed the application; I had it over to her, expecting her to do me, as I had just done her.
She is accepting it, eagerly; pressing the muzzle of the applicator to my vagina, applying the gel. In effect; I feel how my vagina is turning into stiff rubber, highly elastic and with a coarse surface.
Now she is lifting the applicator towards the next orifice, my belly button; pressing it in, spreading the gel that vulcanizes my belly button from the inside and out. Only to hand the applicator over to me; fully expecting me to accept, and then to do her in turn.
I am accepting the applicator, applying it onto her belly button; watching her, as she is experiencing the effect of the gel vulcanizing another part of her.
Once I had seen the orifice, of her belly button fully vulcanized true and through; I lift the applicator up towards her face, carefully aiming it at her mouth. As she does not back away; I apply the gel onto her lips, watching the effect spread over her lips and into her mouth.
”Okay; now I am going to accept this, for myself as well! ” I realize.
The gel slowly spreads into her mouth and down her throat. Once the effect is taking hold; I am handing the applicator over to her, expecting her to do me and return the favour.
She accepts the applicator, calmly aping its muzzle towards my lips; spreading the gel onto my lips and into my mouth.
I feel the gel spreading out over my lips, as my lips starts to vulcanize; accepting the offer, and then feel the gel slowly spread into my mouth and down my throat. As the gel spreads further and further down my throat, I feel it affecting me, as it is vulcanizing the flesh upon contact.
I put the applicator down, as I had done her; before I am turning around, assuming the position. By doing so; I am giving her the cue, to continue with the next step.
In place of the plot-gel; this application is containing a lubrication. I feel the gel enter my rump, and spread further and further into me. I feel her tapping my shoulder, with the extended index-finger of her right hand; letting me know she is ready to assume the position and for me to lubricate her.
As I am accepting; she turns around and assumes the position, whereupon I apply the lubrication into her rear orifice.
Once I had applies the lubrication, into her rear orifice; from the inside and out, I tap her shoulder lightly in order to indicate that I had lubricated her.
She turns around, accepting the lubrication, and I assume the position; turning my back on her, as she is repeating the process, lubricating me from behind as intended.
”Oooh; oh, oh! ” I sigh; as I feel the slippery and wet lubrication entering me, slowly lubricating me as it is spreading into me.
”Oo-o-o-o-oh!” I sigh, as the lubrication continues to spread all the way up my anal cavity.
As she had completed the process, she is once more tapping my right shoulder and I am turning around; waiting for her to comtinue, watching her, as she is applying the lubrication to my vagina.
”Oooh; oh, oh! ” I sigh; as the lubrication touches my vagina.
”Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo--oo-ooh! ” I sigh, as the lubrication is spreading into me, coating the inside of my vagina all the way up and to the very bottom of my womb.
I find myself irrevocably wet and slippery, experiencing the first hint of the sensitivity and excitability invoked by the lubrication coating my vagina. Just that I do not have as much as a hint of a clue; as to how this is going to affect me, either short-term or on a longer perspective. How could I?
”I guess; this is something I, we will just have to get used to! ” I realize, as she is withdrawing the lubrication applicator.
She is handing over the applicator, to me; I accept it, quietly and wholeheartedly.
Since she is standing before me, prepared to accept; what she had just given me; I continue the process, by applying the lubrication into her vagina, taking pleasure in her reaction on the lubrication entering and coating her vagina. While I do not exactly know how far in it is reaching, I only withdraw, as I know the lubrication is all the way in.
Now I apply the lubrication into her belly button; which only takes a short moment, but I feel I should still do it for her.
She is accepting the applicator, with a wide grin, on her face; showing, just how much she has already enjoyed what I had done for her. Or, maybe it is in anticipation; of applying the gel into me, once more? If I am affecting her, she is affecting me equally; as we are giving one-another exactly the same, in turn.
”Oooh; oh, oh! ” I sigh, as she is applying the lubrication into my belly button.
”Okay, I guess this was a bit weird; but I am anticipating how exciting this will be! ” I ponder.
”Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo--oo-ooh! ” I sigh, as the lubrication is spreading into me, slowly spreading into my mouth and further down my throat.
”I feel wet, all over again; and I am starting to be more excited, by just how wet she has made me! ” I realize.
As she had lubricated my mouth, she is handing the applicator over, and I am accepting it; slowly and carefully returning the favour. Like twins; we are sharing everything, even if it is something one would have argued that we should not have done in this case.
I tap her shoulder, indicating for her to turn around; once more assuming the position, and she eagerly complies. If she is excited, over what she is imagining I am offering; or if she is just enjoying the idea of how she is about to return the favour. Yet, she is assuming the position; eagerly leaving me to do her, and do what I had intended to do in the first place.
Since she is leaning onto the wall, facing away from me; I am picking up the plug I had intended to insert into her anal cavity. I introduce the tip of the plug to her wet and readily awaiting orifice; slowly pushing it in, into her rear orifice; spreading her open, as I am filing her up.
Inch by inch, minute by minute; the plug is sliding in, into her wet and slippery orifice. Slowly, but unavoidably, spreading her wide open; as it is filing her up to the brim. As much as she may try to reject it, or push it out as it is dawning upon her, just how large the plug is; she is utterly incapable of stopping it or even slow it down in the least. As large as the plug may be, but the membrane is easily stretching enough; to permit the plug to slide in, as she is slippery and wet enough for it to continue in even as she is stretched taut.
The plug finally plops, and she is contracting; leaving only the base of the plug, outside of her orifice. I tap her shoulder; indicating that it is her turn, to return the favour. She turns around, with a dreamy expression on her face; clearly distract, by just how much the plug is stretching her anal cavity.
”I will make that very same expression, in just a moment! ” I realize, knowing I had committed to accept sharing this experience with her.
I turn to the wall, assuming the position; preparing myself, for what she is about to give me.
”Oooh; oh, oh! ” I sigh, as she is introducing the tip of my plug, onto the entrance of my rear orifice.
”Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh! ” I sigh, as I feel the plug slowly spreading me open, and filling me up.
As the plug plop, I find myself contracting around it and thus pushing it the rest of the way in; as it is stretching me taut and filling me up to the brim. In the process; I find myself incapable of ignoring the presence of the inserted plug, as it is distracting me considerably.
”The more I try to ignore it, the more obvious its presence is! ” I realize.
In a moment, I find my focus slipping; turning more and more to where I am going, and how excited and wet I am.
She certainly had taken her time, carefully inserting the tube as slowly as she had been able to; drawing out the experience of its insertion, heightening the emphasis of just how large the plug really is.
Before I have the time to adjust; I realize, how she is drawing a line around the border of the plug, thus effectively bonding it to my rump. It is effectively plugging me up, and is not going to come out, no matter what I may try. Even after the bond had been applied, I can’t ignore it; still feeling just how much it is distracting me.
As the bond is taking hold, she is applying a clear gel on the surface of the protruding base of the plug. As the surface had been completely covered and saturated with the gel; she is tapping my shoulder, indicating how she needs me to return the favour.
I turn around, and she is presenting me with the items; she is asking me to apply onto her, in the process. I already recognize the bond, even if it may be a slightly different variety.
”Dilation-aid Gel ” the label reads.
She is turning around, presenting her plugged rump to me; and I draw the line along the border between the plug I had previously inserted, and the flesh of her rump. I can clearly see, how her flesh is stretching to merge with the plug, as the plug spreads in order for the two to bond fully.
Once the plug had been bonded to her, I apply the gel onto the surface of the exposed base of her plug; slowly and carefully coating the surface, as it is saturated with the clear gel she had offered me to apply.
With the plug inserted, and bonded; I am finding myself constantly conscious of just how wet and excited I am. Of course; I know my twin sister is experiencing it exactly the same, not just because she is my sister, but because she has been exposed to the same as I am.
”Something is missing!” I ponder; ”Of course; the gag I had ordered, for the occasion!” I realize.
I pick up the intended gag; not quite a plug, and not quite a tube. As she is facing me; I am introducing the tip of her gag to her lips, before I push forwards and the gag irrevocably and unhindered is slipping into her mouth and plops.
With the gag in place; I am applying the bond; by drawing a line around the border of her gag, thus fusing her lips around the gag.
”Cute, but utterly irresistible! ” I realize, as I am watching her.
With that, I am handing her the gag; intended for her to insert, into my mouth. As she is accepting it; I feel the gag touches my lips, before it is sliding in and spreading my lips wide. I feel my lips being stretched taut.
Once the plug had plopped; she is drawing a line between the gag and my lips; bonding the gag to my lips, fusing the two as they merge seamlessly.
With my lips in a relentless grip of the gag, stretched taut; I can not show all that much of expression, right now. However, I can react on the feelings behind the expression; lifting a hand up, in order to cover a yawn, that is not quite showing.
I guess it is time to hit the sack, as I am tired and know I need to sleep after a long day; leaving the cue, for my sister to follow me down the stairs.
The Anthology of the Escapadeist
Trapped in a Doll’s Skin: 5 Part 1
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I had ordered a suit online a week ago. Once the order had been confirmed, I only needed to wait for the notification-slip, letting me know the package is waiting for me in the mail.
The next day, I had picked up the package and verified that everything was included. A pair of panties, a top, a pair of full-length stockings and a pair of full-length gloves. Everything, just as I had specified; each garment quite complimentary and highly effeminate with exquisite details.
The package also includes a full set of tubes; anal, vaginal, oral and the all new belly button tube. No idea why it is included, but I guess they have a reason. I also find the set of special bonds, in the form of three pencils, looking like lip-liners. I guess it is a curious novelty, I could explore, if and when I choose to, once I am wearing the entire suit.
“That is all I had ordered! ” I ponder, as I look at the items before me; only to notice that there is a second page, to the list of contents, and a small plastic bag containing a few more effects for me.
“That is odd, but I guess I take it! ” I consider; “I can’t just send these back, can I? ” I consider.
From what I could see; the contents are not strictly illegal, for me to own or possess. Guess I could have been mistaken, I am after all not the lawyer; or the expert on what is indeed legal, for me to possess.
In this case, maybe it is not what I should have been worried about; but what the effect these items would have upon me, if and when I had chosen to use them upon myself.
Of course, I will be using them; just as I know I am the one, I am applying them onto. Even if I may not know this just yet.
I had been looking forwards, to trying these out since I had first seen the items; now I am about, to finally put them on. Or, if I am slipping into them?
It is not so much, that I care if anyone can see me as such; it is just that I want to be left alone, while I am exploring the adventure before me. Maybe, just maybe; I will take these things down, with me later. After I had enjoyed this one, first adventure.
The ladder itself, is just a full six feet; just enough, for me to climb up. Now the ladder is pulled back; effectively blocking the hatch, almost as if it had been locked.
For a moment, I am standing on the floor, in the middle of the room. I slide another hatch right over the entrance to the room below.
“That should do it!” I mutter, with satisfaction.
The floor under my feet, is laid with a simple linoleum carpet. I those it, to make it look ordinary and bland. The walls are painted in a light greyish acrylic paint. I feel, it is the picture of bland. It had been an epiphany, as I realized it.
I walk over, to the sough door, opening it. Now I am stepping over the threshold, closing the door behind myself. Once inside, I can see the dark oaken door behind myself. The walls are laid with a pink cherry-wood panel, in the form of a four foot tall picket-fence.
The room has no window, but a door on each wall. With the door closed behind me, I had locked out the bland mirage between myself and the rest of the house. The rest of the world.
The ceiling is coated with a mate, black silicon; partially isolation and partially smothering the noises I did not need. The LED pin-prick light, in the form of a night-skape. Giving light to the room, just as it is giving me the feel of an out door camping. Maybe the effort had been just a bit excessive; but it had felt right, at the time. Now it is pointless, to pull it down.
The furnishing had been left Spartan, on purpose.
I continue to the next door before me, package in hand. I just open the door and step right into the next room, before I am closing the door behind me. This is the inner sanctum.
The floor is laid with dark oaken parquet, and the cherry wood panel is identical to the previous room.
The difference is, the bed on my right. Though there are no doors in this room.
For insulation, the floor had been coated with clear silicon; the very same used to coat the walls. It does give of a glossy surface, but is also completely fire-proof.
Since I had reached the inner sanctum, and closed the door behind me; I walk up to the bed, before I place the box on the night stand. It is time; to open the box and finally test the contents.
“Of course; I will have to undress, before I am trying this on! ” I ponder.
I pull the garments, out of the box: panties, top, stockings and gloves; before I am stepping away from the box, preparing to disrobe.
Now I am unbuttoning the white blouse, placing it on a hanger. I slip the skirt down, stepping out of it; before I place it on a second hanger.
I slip the white cotton socks off of my feet, right and left, leaving them on the foot end of the bed.
With the socks off of my feet, I slip the panties down, step out of them and leave them on the bed. Now I slip the top up over my head, before I place it on the bed; finding myself nude, since I had just finished disrobing.
“There..” I mumble; “guess it is time to try the suit on!” I continue.
“Where do I start?” I ponder, as I am scanning the selection of garments; “The panties are looking like a good start!” I conclude, as I am reaching for the semi-transparent, light skin-tone panties before me.
“Put on a garment, before applying the bond! ” the instruction reads.
“Okay!” I mumble, as I am picking up the panties before me.
“These should be the first garment, to put on! ” I consider; and pick up the garment.
“These are part of the red suit, for a female such as myself! ” I ponder; noticing the red, inner lining of these panties I am holding in my right hand.
Now I am lifting up my right foot, stepping right into the panties; before I lift up my left foot and pull the panties all the way up. Only affording the garments a few tentative tugs, in order to assure the perfect fit: once, twice and thrice. There; I feel the garment slipping into place, adjusting in order to give me the promised fit. They are covering, or coating my hips comfortably; only leaving me with the hint of artifice, and a beautifully glossy surface.
“Okay; time to apply the bond, just as the manual suggested! ” I ponder; as I pick up the pencil, in my right hand.
“Here goes!” I mumble, as I draw a line along the upper rim of the panties.
As I draw the line, I notice how the material of the panties are bonding to my skin, with a flawless and next to invisible seam. I can’t just pull the panties of, now; or, could I?
I continue; applying the line along the lower rim, for the right and left leg respectively. Now the panties have bonded effectively, to my body. I really have nothing to grip; if I had changed my mind, trying to pull the garment off of me now.
The top, comes next; as I pick it up, pulling it down over my head. Affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. I once more pick up the pencil; drawing a line at the rim between the panties and the top, bonding the two garments together. Only to continue; drawing a line along the rip of each sleeve: right and left, respectively. Finishing the work; by applying the liner, along the rim along the neckline.
“The suit is covering my entire body; almost like a bathing-suit, once I can’t just pull off of me! ” I ponder.
“It is time, I try out my stockings; full-length toe-stockings just as I ordered, even if I had worried they would have issues with the fit! ” I ponder, giggling at the worries now.
Just that one always worry, about the fit of the stockings. The more detailed the garment, the more details that could be just slightly of. Even if I had supplied very specific measurements.
“Okay!” I mumble; “Here goes, nothing!” I continue, as I am picking up the right stocking.
I lift up my right foot, pulling the foot into the entrance; before I am pulling the stocking up, affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. In order to ensure that delicious, perfect fit.
I feel the material clinging to my skin, as I am pulling it up; just as I feel its wet interior swallowing me inch by inch. The further I am pulling, the tighter the stocking feels; almost like the finger-trap, I had heard of by never bothered to try out. A pointless gadget, in my opinion.
As I had pulled the stocking all the way up, I notice it is reaching the edge of the panties. I pick up the pencil, once more; drawing a line along the border between the stocking and the panties, bonding the two garments together. If only I had realized: that it is bonding the stocking onto my skin; independently, of bonding it with the panties.
With the right foot, firmly on the floor; I am lifting my left foot, slipping it into the left stocking. I afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. Finally, bonding the stocking to the panties I am already wearing.
“Whoa!” I exclaim; “That was fast, too fast for my comfort! ” I realize.
As I look down, at my feet; I can see the effect, the stockings is having on me. The distinctively anime-styled toe-nails, long toes but short girlish feet. My legs and feet; perfectly smooth and hairless, just as I like it. It is almost; as if this had been my reason for ordering, and the purpose of wearing them?
While the surface of the garments had felt a bit slippery; I soon realize, it is not an issue. I can stand up, without fearing to slip and fall. How embarrassing that would have been for me; even if i know, there isn’t anyone to see me fall.
“Time for the gloves!” I mumble; “Then I just have the tubes, to insert; before I can bond them into place and consider myself fully dressed! ” I ponder.
Like before, I am picking up the right glove first; slipping my hand in, pulling the sleeve all the way up. I feel the slippery surface clinging to my skin, as it is hugging my arm tightly. In the end, I just afford the glove a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.
“There!” I mumble; “That feels pretty good! ” I ponder; as I grip the pencil and draw the line along the border of the glove, effectively bonging it onto the top I am already wearing.
Now I am picking up the left glove. Not the left-over glove. I slip my left hand into the glove, before I am pulling it up all the way; only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. With that, I pick up the pencil one final time; drawing the line along the border of the glove, effectively bonding the glove onto the top and my body.
There, that was easy; too easy, maybe.
I put the pencil back, as I am done with it. It had been set to bond the garments together; but with a simple adjustment, I could make it break the bond so I can take these garments off of me again.
“Tube me up, please!” I exclaim, as if I intended to tease myself.
I extend my right hand, picking up the anal tube; reaching in between my legs and slip it in. Now, that was indeed easy. It feels a bit wet, slippery; but is strangely warm, almost as if it had been alive.
Now I pull my hand back, picking up the pencil, marked: “Master Bond”; slipping my right hand back, drawing the line with some effort, bonding the tube into my rear orifice.
At first, I had felt the rubbery tube enter me and eagerly slip in; before I feel the membrane extending further and further in, as it plunges itself all the way in.
Of course, now it too late to pull it back out, in the hopes I could have extracted the tube.
“Oo-oo-oo-oo-oh!” I exclaim, as the tube slides in into me; pushing outwards, as I find myself contracting around it.
“That..” I exclaim, “was intense..” I continue; “and delightfully enjoyable!” I conclude, only interrupted by pants.
“I..” I exclaim; “certainly had..” I continue; “not expected that!” I conclude.
I had never been the anally stimulated girl, before. Not that I had put too much effort, into exploring this; but still, I am sure I should have realized it if it had been a thing. Shouldn’t I?
Now I extend my right hand, picking up the vaginal tube; reaching down towards my crouch, fully expecting the same experienced repeated. I slide the tube in, into my vagina; feeling the stiff rubbery material slipping right in into me effortlessly.
“Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh!!” I exclaim, as the tube slides in into me; pushing outwards, as I find myself contracting around it.
“That..” I exclaim, “was intense..” I continue; “and delightfully enjoyable!” I conclude, only interrupted by pants.
“I..” I exclaim; “certainly had..” I continue; “not expected it..” I continue; “quite this powerful!” I conclude, taken aback, by just how intense the experience had gripped me.
I could feel the tube enter, and its membrane continuing further and further in; making me imagining: that it had reached all the way in, to the very bottom of my vagina.
As the sensation is ebbing out; I reach for the pencil, reach down for my crouch and draw the line that is bonding the tube to the panties.
As I am bonding the tube to the panties, I bond the tube to my very own flesh; now I also feel how the tube is stretching out to reach the edge of my panties, while the panties are stretching out to reach the tube. In the process; an orchid is forming and developing, consuming the outer parts of my vagina. The stiff, rubbery petals are a bright cerise hue; their surface coarse to enhance my sensitivity.
While the initial effect, of bonding my anal tube to my panties had appeared to be the same, there is no outwards changes, I can point at. I just can not put a finger to it.
I put the pencil back, before I extend my right hand towards the third and unexplained tube, included in the set. I pick it up, pulling my hand back; inserting the tube, feeling it slip into my belly button. I had read the instructions, but this had never been explained.
It merely states, that the tube needs to be inserted into my belly button; then bonded, with the master-bond. I had followed the instructions, bonding the tube to the suit.
“Oo-oo-oo-oo-oh!” I exclaim, as the tube slides in into me; pushing outwards, as I find myself contracting around it.
I had felt the tube enter and slide in; just as I had felt the membrane spread further, beyond what I had been expecting. How else, could I possibly explain the sensation; knowing the belly button should be no more, than half an inch deep. Now I am certain; I had felt it, spreading to at least five to seven inches in.
“Okay, that was odd!” I mumble, to myself.
Now I am covered, or coated by the doll’s skin from the neck down; just the slippery and glossy rubber-like material as my skin.
“Just one more detail, and I am done! ” I ponder; “Maybe, just maybe I should apply that beautiful lip-stick first? ” I ponder.
Applying the make-up couldn’t hurt, could it? It looks, just like any regular lip-stick. The colour is metallic bloody red; not too unusual or strange a colour, for a lips-stick.
I pick up the lip-stick, uncapping the previously unused make-up product. I turn it around, in order to extend the lip-stick; so that I could apply it, onto my lips comfortably. Now, finally; I put the tip of the lipstick to my lower lip, pulling it from right to left. Then I continue, with my upper lips; from the left to right.
That feels good. Maybe I could afford to apply a second coating, or two? With that, I continue. Just that second and third coating. My lips, coated with the metallic bloody red lip-stick.
“This feels a bit wet, but my lips feel smooth! ” I realize.
I smile at myself, even without a mirror before me; all the way through, from before and after I had applied the lip-stick. It is just an old habit; but never had I been expecting it, to make a difference. It is just easier, and more fun; applying the lip-stick, while I smile.
With the lip-stick on; I put the cap on the lip-stick and put it back. Only now; I am picking up the included lip-gloss. I open it; before I apply the lip-gloss onto my lips.
“Wet-Look ” the label reads, but I think nothing of it.
It is just how they label lip-glosses, when they want it to appear more glossy. Isn’t it? At least, this is my impression.
Of course, it does feel a bit wet; it is not just my imagination. This lip-gloss had indeed left my lips slippery and wet. It is honouring its label.
If only I had realized, the true intent, of this particular lip-gloss; since it proved to be a bit glossier than I had been expecting, while leaving my lips lubricated. If I do not like it, or enjoy the effect; it is too late, to change my mind now. The lip-gloss is already on my lips, and it was never intended to smear.
While I am at it; I am picking up the eye-shadow. It looks, as if it is silver metallic. Just that it feels, as if it is a bit too much to ask for. Maybe it is just a dark grey; but I guess that is good enough, for me.
I apply the shadow to the right and left upper eye-lid. It proved simple enough, even without a mirror. Can only hope, I had not done too bad a job at this now. Had I had the mirror, I would have seen that it is indeed silver metallic.
Why? But I ended up, applying he shadow, to the lower eye-lids, right and left.
I wink at my imaginary mirror, giggling at her; as if I had found her silly, and possibly amusing.
Now I am picking up the fourth, and final tube; the oral tube, I slip in between my lips. I had ordered it, and had been looking forwards to trying it on; even if I never had been suspecting, what it is and what it will be doing to me.
I feel the tube slipping in between my lips; before I feel its membrane continuing further into my mouth and then down my throat.
I had felt the tube coating the entire interior of my mouth, including my teeth and tongue; otherwise leaving my tongue, as if nothing had happened. With the tube in, I find myself smiling; just as the picture had suggested, as I ordered the set in the first place.
“Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oh!” I exclaim, as the tube’s membrane is sliding into my mouth and down my throat.
With the tube in my mouth; there is but the one thing left to do, bonding the tube. I pick up the pencil; drawing the line along the outer border to the tube, bonding it to my skin. I feel the tube stretching as it is bonding to my skin, as I feel my lips stretching, in order to bond with the oral tube I had just inserted.
“Maybe I should rest, for a moment! ” I ponder; “This was a bit more intense, than I had been expecting! ” I continue.
I had found myself more exhausted, than I could have been expected. Still panting, even several minutes after I had bonded the tube to my lips.
With that, I fold up the quilt and slip in under it; folding it back, resting comfortably.
“Should I have been ordering something more fitting, for the occasion? ” I ponder, as I close my eyes.
The Anthology of the Escapadeist
Trapped in a Doll’s Skin: 6 Part 2
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