Twin Raritys'

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Intimate Exploration

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”She had apparently bought a few toys!” I ponder.

”I should help her, exploring these to the best of my abilities; so I will have to help her, preparing them for her!” I mumble to myself.

I pick up the large anal plug and a special ultra strong lubrication she had chosen. Not only is it much thicker than the one she had before, but it is also causing considerably stronger contraction than the one she bought before.

I put on a pair of gloves, before I am dipping the plug in the gel; slowly caressing the plug, until it is completely saturated with the clear gel, now leaving her plug glossy and glistering even in the faintest of indoors light.

”I hope she is enjoying this; because I am looking forward to assisting her, in the exploration!” I ponder, smiling.

I had found a suction-cup gel, included in the package she had brought home.

She had entered the girls’ room, leaving me to prepare these items; while she is inserting the tube, I imagine.

As she emerges from the girls’ room, I am waiting for her; leading her into the kitchen.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard from our hooves, as we are walking into the kitchen.

”I take it, you have prepared for me to treat you?” I inquire.

”Then you prepared, for the session?” she inquires.

”Yes, I most certainly did, dear!” I respond.

”Great!” she exclaims.

”If you sit down, please; so I can get you into the mood!” I instruct her.

She slowly sits down, waiting for what I had in mind for her.

”If you place your hands, on the table; fingers spread and palms down..” I continue, and she eagerly complies.

”There..” I offer, as I am uncapping the nail polish.

”One small detail, if I may?” I suggest, before I place my hands over hers; as she is nodding ascent, I press down her hands onto the table top.

”Squeak!” is heard, as her suction-cups are engaged, now holding her hands firmly in place.

”That should hold your hands firmly in place!” I point out.

”You think?” she inquires, as I am shifting my focus towards her manicure.

I start from the middle, at the root of her thumb nail and draw the brush all the way over the tip; before I continue, right and left, right and left. Now I polish each nail of her right hand in turn, ending at the pinkie fingers.

Naturally, I coat the back of the nail. Before I am sealing it completely, by drawing the final line from the right to the center; then from the left to the center along the edge, of each of her nails.

I repeat the process; polishing each of the nails of her left hand, in the same manner.

”How does it look?” I inquire.

”Stunning, so glossy I can see my reflection in the surface!” she responds.

”Could you give your right hand a tentative tug, please!” I suggest.

”Oh, okay!” she responds, tentatively trying to lift her hand off of the table: once, twice and thrice; but to no avail, the hand stays firmly on the surface.

”Oh..” she exclaims.

”And your left hand?” I inquire, inciting her to try to lift her other hand.

”Of course!” she responds; as she tries once more, tugging at the left hand: once, twice and thrice; yet the result is the same, just as expected.

”Interesting; the suction is enough to actually hold your hand in place, at least resisting this amount of effort on your part!” I point out.

”Then I was correct, being cautious about getting stuck!” she exclaims.

”Would not have been fun, if it had been nothing more than a novelty gimmick?” I inquire, as I slip in the tip of the extended index finger of my right hand under the palm of her hand and thus kill the suction.

Her hand is freed, and I repeat the process.

”One small detail, if you don’t mind..” I offer; ”If you place your hands, on the table; palms up, please!” I suggest.

”Oh, okay!” she responds.

”There; excellent, excellent!” I respond.

Now I am uncapping the touch-pad gel, slowly painting each of her sensitive touch-pads one at the time. With that, I am capping the vial; before I am uncapping the next vial, containing the suction-cup gel. I carefully coat the entire suction-cup of her right hand, then her left one. Only to repeat the process; right and left, right and left. Watching the suction-cups slowly becoming saturated.

”Beautiful!” I exclaim.

I help her out, in order to prevent her from accidentally getting stuck; by holding on to the chair or the table as she is raising to her feet, on her way out of her chair.

”Right this way, please!” I offer, as I am leading her out of the kitchen.

”It would not do, if she spoiled the fun; by getting stuck now, before I have even gotten into the fun!” I ponder.

”You do enjoy; playing the Mistress?” she offers, with a sly grin on her face.

”Yes, but of course my dear; and I will make absolutely certain, that you will be enjoying it just as much!” I promise.

”I am looking forwards, to that..” she responds, knowing exactly what products I have access to; ”and I hold you, to the promise!” she continues.

She had after all bought everything I have available. There is no chance I could have added, or changed anything; so the only thing I can add, is the element of surprise and my personal style.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard, as I am leading her towards the flight of stairs to the second floor.

”Clippety, clop; clippety clop!” is heard, as she is following me up the stairs to the second floor, where I had prepared for her adventure.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard, as I am leading her towards the room.

I open the second door on the upper floor; gesturing, for her to enter the room. The floor is laid with light beech-wood, while the walls are laid with a deeper pink cherry-wood free feet tall picket-fence. The fence is covering a luscious green motif wallpaper. Since I had the time; I had coated the walls and the floor with a thick layer of crystal clear silicone, thus softening the surface and extending the room the perfect air for this situation.

Incidentally, there is a hidden walk-in closet on the right wall; where-in I had stashed all the relevant accessories of what is to become my dungeon.

”Is this still in my old home?” she inquires, baffled and taken aback by the changes I had added to the room’s air.

”Yes, my dear..” I respond; ”but now, it is our home!” I point out.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop!” our hooves are squeaking, as we are entering the room, walking over the rubbery surface.

I follow her into the room, closing the door behind myself; before I direct her to the middle of the room, facing the door.

”May I?” I offer, as I help her down onto the floor.

”Oh, okay!” she responds, as I help her lying down.

”How is that, dear?” I inquire.

”Surprisingly comfortable, thank you!” she responds.

”Spread your arms, please..” I instruct her, watching her comply; ”palms down..” I continue, as I watch her following my instructions, eagerly; ”spread your fingers, as wide as possible!” I conclude.

I watch her back, as she is resting on her belly; ”May I?” I inquire; as I help her perfect the pose, for what I had in mind for her.

”Please do!” she responds, obviously trusting me.

”Squeak!” is heard, from the palm of her right hand, as I am caressing the back of the hand.

I move over, to the left hand, repeating the process.

”Squeak!” is heard, from the palm of her left hand, as I am caressing the back of the hand.

”There!” I offer; ”Excellent, excellent” I mumble; ”if the product is true to the promise, she should be perfectly stuck in place now!” I ponder.

I open the door to the walk-in closet; where I extract an oral plug and the bonded lubrication. I only stop, in order to put on a pair of gloves; in order to protect my hands from the unintended effects of exposure to this gel-lubricant.

Of course, she is still wearing the make-up I had given her; but this would work perfectly, in tandem with this gel.

Once I had slipped my hands into the gloves and walked out into the room; I uncap the jar and dip the plug into it all the way up to the base; before I pull it up and caress the surface of the plug.

There is a distinctly sucking noise, as I pull the plug out of the highly viscous gel in the jar. I guess that could simply not be helped.

”Uh, what is that?” she inquires.

”This?” I inquire, holding the clear oral plug in my right hand.

I kneel on her right side, slipping the right hand in under her chest; slowly lifting her up, just enough to slip in the plug under her face. I slide the plug in, under her; before I lower her, for her to feel the tip of the plug touching her lips.

”Oh!” she mumbles; ”Oo-ooh, oo-ooh!” she exclaims; as she finds her lips contracting instinctively, directly upon contact with the gel coating the oral plug under her.

”Exactly!” I offer; ”Quite delicious, isn’t it?” I inquire, as I lower her face inch by inch, permitting the plug to part her lips as it effortlessly enters her mouth.

”Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh!” she gasps inwardly, as the plug is slipping into her mouth, inch by inch.

The further in the plug slides, the tighter her lips are contracting; until the summit is reached, causing her tight lips to force the plug to slip the rest of the way in. Effectively riveting itself into her mouth.

With the suction-cup base, it is holding her head firmly in place; maintaining her mute, for as long as it is in her mouth.

”Curious..” she ponders, as she is realizing what is just happening; ”delicious is right!” she continues.

”I can’t open my mouth..” she is realizing; ”as long as my lips are made to contract, around this plug!” she concludes.

”One tiny detail; if you don’t mind, dear!” I put forth.

With that, I produce the belly button plug I intend to insert; slipping the hand in under her belly, before I carefully slip the plug into place.

The three inch long plug, easily riveting itself into her belly button, adding the option to attach the tether of a leash-cord into her belly button. How curious, but she had brought it home; I assume she had wanted to try this for herself.

I apply a line of master gel-bond along the outer rim of the plug, effectively bonding the small, white plug to her; making her feel how it is melting into her body, for the duration of the bond stays in effect.

”Since I have your undivided attention, and you are lined up for the purpose; it is time for me to insert your anal plug, while I have the time to do it properly!” I inform her.

Once I had pronounced my intent, I step into the wardrobe where all the accessories are stored; extract the intended full-size anal plug and exit the room. The plug is new and still unused; so it is safe to dip it into the jar of gel.

There is another distinctive, sucking noise as I extract the plug from the jar. I caress the large plug, spreading the gel and leave it saturated with the gel. I repeat the process, dipping the plug into the jar of gel once more; caressing the stiff, clear silicone to see it absorbing the gel once more.

”Don’t try to ignore the sensations!” I instruct her; ”This is the key to your Head-Space!” I point out.

”It will only be uncomfortable; to try to ignore the experience, or try to resist the insertion in my current position!” she ponders.

I place the tip of her plug on the rim of her rump, watching her instantly contract instinctively; observing the highly pronounced effect it has upon her, with just this minimal contact.

With minimal effort, on my part; the plug effortlessly slips in, entering her rump. As I continue, the plug slowly but undeniably spreads her open, as it is filling her right up.

Inch by inch, it slides in into her; effectively and unhindered, as the gel is controlling her rump perfectly.

”Oo-oh. oo-oh; ooo-ooh, ooo-ooh; oooo-oooh, oooo-oooh; ooooo-ooooh, ooooo-ooooh; oooooo-oooooh, oooooo-oooooh; ooooooo-ooooooh, ooooooo-ooooooh!” she sighs inwardly, responding to the effect of the plug slowly slides further and further into her anal cavity.

Since she had followed my instruction, focusing on the exposure; she is incapable of ignoring the plug inside her, as she is relaxing. The plug’s presence inside her, is effectively distracting her from everything else in the room; just by the force, of its presence.

”Ooh, ooh, ooh; here it comes, here it comes!” she ponders, as she can feel the plug reaching it’s summit, and soon finds herself actively pulling the plug the rest of the way in, by contracting around it. The process had taken us an hour, from the initial insertion; to the point I had bonded the plug inside her.

Once the plug had riveted inside her anal cavity, I apply the slave-bond along the rim between the plug and her flesh, effectively bonding the plug to her body, just as it is permanently bonded to the plug in her belly button.

”I imagine she is trapped, within her own Head-Space; trapped by the plug I just inserted into her, and bonded to her!” I conclude.

With her hands stuck on the floor, she is incapable of helping herself out of the situation; but I will help her with that, once the process is concluded.

I return to the wardrobe, extracting a tube labeled; ”Dilation-Aid Gel”.

As I am back by her side, I kneel before her; uncapping the tube and apply the gel onto the base of the plug bonded to her. Since the plug is bonded to her, the effect is identical to what would have happened if I had applied it directly onto her skin. The effect of the exposure is curious, and quite curious.

”Time to present her, with the offer she can not refuse!” I ponder.

”While she had never explained which of these products she intended for herself and which she had intended for me; I will just have to assume, she will enjoy what I am doing for her!” I ponder; as I am walking back to the wardrobe, extracting a small plug and a tube of clear gel. I also pick up another tube and a fairly delicate brush.

As I return to her, I uncap the tube, marked; ”Orchid polish”

I start, by kneeling by her side; slowly spreading her legs, before I fold her legs under and to the right and left of her body. In effect, I had just presented her intimate parts to myself.

I apply the gel onto the brush; before I paint the petals of her now openly presented orchid. Stroke by stroke, I paint one petal at the time; petal by petal until I had painted the entire orchid.

Once, twice and thrice; I polish the orchid, watching the petals absorb the gel to the point of being completely saturated. As the petals are exposed to the gel, they grow stiff and turn into a hard rubbery substance; while remaining just as sensitive, if not acutely more.

I watch her bright, cerise orchid for a moment; before I apply the contraction gel and thus lubricate her liberally. The gel is coating, saturating the petals; before it continues to spread inwards, coating the inner walls of her vagina as far as I could see.

Once I am satisfied with my handiwork, I pick up the plug; applying the lubrication gel onto the surface and insert it, into her orchid.

As the plug slides in, she instinctively contracts around the plug. When her body heat is transferred into the plug, it activates; slowly stimulating her for ten minutes, causing her to grow increasingly more excited until she is finally rewarded with the orgasm.

With the anal plug lodged into her rump; she finds herself incapable of climax, permitting the highly intense moment of the unexpectedly strong orgasm linger and persist.

”Programmed Vibro-Chock Vaginal Stimulator” the label of the plug reads, explaining its purpose in crystal-clear terms.

I watch her, as she lies on the floor; experiencing the orgasm; her body shivering in time with the orgams’s contractions. Somehow, I am finding her position quite exciting; yet, I am pulling her legs out to leave them closed.

”She looks so hot, I must insist on asking her to return the favour!” I ponder; where I am standing to her right, observing her before me.

While the intensity of her perpetual orgasms refuses to subside in the least; her body slowly acclimatizes to the exertion. Minute by minute, her heart-rate and breathing is normalizing.

I could have stayed, watching and observing her; yet she is neither aware of my presence or needing me right now, so I return to the kitchen for a cup of tea and a bowl of salad.

As I return, I continue to observe her; only to notice that the stimulation is reactivated after what I believe is an hour. It drives her from the orgasm, all the way up to the orgasmic state; the process only taking an hour.

Since I do not require sleep; I only return to the kitchen for a cup of tea and a bowl of salad, every now and then.

Once she had been orgasmic for a full twenty four hours, I extract the plug from her belly button; only for her anal plug to slide out on its own. Once the anal plug had slipped out, she is experiencing the long overdue climax, only to become unconscious a minute later.

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Is this a new Day

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