Author's Note

Ms. "Rarity"'s POV

Next Chapter: Waking up, Bound and Bonded

After Breakfast: 3

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I had been waiting, patiently; while Miss is enjoying her breakfast, in excitement. she knows I am waiting for her, just as she knows I am prepared to wait for her to enjoy her breakfast.

Normally, I would have been resting; reserving my energy, for when she returns. However, now she is flooding me with love; energizing me to the point, where I simply could not rest or relax. It is not just in the excitement, she had supplied me with and what she is exposing me to; but I am still giddy with the overt excitement, of what she is exposing me to.

“I am feeling hot..” I realize; enjoying the feelings and sensations as they keep flooding me and invades my mind with irresistible suggestions, as they incite me.

In this state, I find myself struggling against the bonds; knowing full well, I have no chance to break free and escape if I had wanted to. She had trapped me. I am hers to command, for as long as I can fulfill her desires.

I can hear the squeaks, caused by my struggles; redoubling the efforts, knowing I am exciting her just as much as it is exciting me in the first place.

Once the bond is made, I had found myself utterly incapable of escaping; but she had excited me, as she incites me to new heights. I had felt her, enjoying exposing me; as she is exploring my body, such as she had requested it.

She had found herself incapable, of resisting me and the urges I craft within her; I had not even needed to do anything, for her to continue exploring me in excitement. Her pure love is fueling me, my actions; inspiring, exciting her forwards.

She is enjoying her breakfast, and I know it; just because I can not see her, does not mean I don’t know.

She may not be my first, and I doubt she will be my last; but considering just how much she is enjoying this, I hope it is not the last time I will be seeing her. She is exciting me, to the extent; my only worry, is if she is burning me out so I can no longer fulfill her dream.

Eventually, she is finishing her breakfast; she is leaving the table, taking the flight of stairs right up to see me.

I hear the noises, she is making; as she negotiates the flight of stairs, before she walks up to the door.

The door slides up, and she is entering the room; just as eagerly, as when she had left me. Even if I think she took more time than I had preferred.

While it had never been said, or been explicit; but for me, she is my Queen for the duration of her stay. A measure, of just how much I am enjoying her.

Someone else could have fed me more love, or purer; but I don’t need more, than she is offering. She gives me as much as I need. Though I guess there is something else, something deeper; underlying the surface, binding me to her.

I can not help myself, but strain against the bonding; even knowing it is impossible to break free, from the bonding she had been applying to me. Even a Changeling, such as I have limitations; with both my hands and feet secured in these bonds, I can do exactly nothing. Not that I mind, it is just exciting me all the more.

“Squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak..” is heard, as I continue to strain against the unforgiving, yet hopelessly exciting bonds she had applied to me.

“I take it, you are excited!” she exclaims, as she is sniffing the air; “Open to suggestions?” she then inquires, I just nod, vigorously.

“There, I thought so!” she now offers.

She is standing behind me, ogling me with obvious interest; slowly stepping up to me, from behind. Of course, this is why I can not see her.

I am drooling, as I realize she is grabbing the end of my braid in her left hand; before she is slapping my rump with her right hand. I feel the playfulness in the touch of her hand, but it’s also inescapable in her emotional torrent.

I want to say something, but I am still mute; thus incapable of uttering a single, teeny tiny little noise.

With the end of my braid, in a firm grip. She soon makes the next move; as I feel the tip of her extended index-finger touching the rim, of my anal entry.

“Oo-ooh, oo-ooh; oo-ooh, oo-ooh..” I sigh inwardly, as the tip of her finger slowly moves along the outer rim, of my anal entry.

A moment later, or if it had been an eternity; I realize the finger had been joined with the next, as the tips of her fingers slide down the slippery slope and enter me. Being fully open, to her suggestions; I can do nothing, in order to prevent her. Yet, why should I do that? This is after all exactly what I had wanted for her to do, all along.

I am hopelessly slippery and she knows it, and she had made me to be; now I feel the sensations, the tips of her fingers are eliciting inside.

Slowly I am parting my lips, my mouth dilating as far as I can.

"Ah, ah, ah; there it is..” she merely mouths, driving me even further.

“Yes, yes, yes; I know..” I ponder.

“You are so wet and slippery, just the way I like it..” she exclaims, in excitement.

“Wait?” I inquire; “Is that, why I am so excited!” I realize.

Of course, she does not even hear me; as she is continuing to tease me, for but a moment. I had known it, but instinct still takes over.

“Oh, and I really love seeing your struggle; it turns me on, making me all wet..” she now offers.

While I continue, she slowly close my rump, contracting it inch by inch; until I am once more tight, while remaining just as wet and excited.

“Wait, what was that?” I ponder, as it is dawning upon me, what she is doing.

“Exactly..” she merely mouths, just as she is finishing what she had started a moment earlier; leaving my rump as tight, as she was desiring it to be.

“Nice, and tight as ever..” she now mouths; “I hope you will be enjoying it, as much as I intend to!” she then concludes.

“My rump, now completely under her control; but for as long as she so desire..” I realize; “but, why is it so exciting?” I ponder.

“You did enjoy that, didn’t you?” she inquires; “Well, then I think I should let you have it..” she is offering.

Does she know, or is she just acting out her desires upon me; but she had summoned me, and I am the embodiment, of her desires in the first place.

“If this truly is what you enjoy, permit me to drive you wild..” she mouths.

“How could I protest?” I ponder, finding myself indicate for her to proceed.

With that, she is extracting the second of my anal tubes; holding it up, in her right hand. I can feel the glee radiating and oozing.

“Now I just need to set you up, just right!” she points out.

“Oh, wait; this is what you were hoping for?” she inquires, as she is holding up the tube labeled; “Plot Gel”.

How could I deny it, but she does not even require me to spell it out for her. I feel the gel being spread out around my rear orifice; then she continues, spreading it all the way into the depths of the orifice. As she is applying more, working it in and caress me; I can clearly feel its effects taking hold as I firm up and grow hard, while becoming more and more elastic in the process.

“Toy” reads the label of the tube she is holding on to.

She had only contracted my anal orifice as far as she could, without actually closing or sealing it shut. Now I can feel the tube poking me, before it starts sliding into my slippery rear. In the process, she is resetting the orifice; leaving me considerably tighter, than I could possibly have been otherwise.

The tube slides in, inch by inch; propagating further and further inside. I can not stop her now, more than I could have before; just as I will not be able to push it out later. She is picking up the pencil marked: “Bond”; with the subtitle “Industrial Strength/Clinical Grade”.

I had not seen the label, and I do not need to. What difference is it to me, now as I feel the circuit slowly being closed; the bond established, as the tube is being bonded to me. It is being integrated.

Just as the bond is taking hold, I experience how the tube is contracting. Just that it is more pronounced an experience, than it had been with the previous tube she had inserted, and bonded into me before. If the difference is in the tube, or the bond; I can not say, I do not have that level of experience.

She is picking the lubrication, applying it to my anal tube; the next instant I feel it propagate along the walls of the tube, even if I can’t feel it beyond the first Pi inches now more than I could have with either of the previous tubes she had lubricated for me.

To be honest, I have the experience of the entire Hive at my disposal; but in the present situation, it can not help me in the least. Maybe my situation is binding me deeper than I had expected or could understand?

“Now, if you do not mind..” she coos.

She is picking up the pencil, labeled; “Bond”; but this time, she is using the other side; drawing the line along the rim of the tube, closing the circuit; thus the bond is effectively reinforced, and I feel the tube contracting again.

She is holding the pencil in a gentle grip, in her right hand; as she is waiting, for me to experience the latest action on her part.

About a minute later, by my estimate; she is placing the tip of the pencil on the rim of the tube, before she is drawing the line along the border. As she is closing the circuit, the bond is once more reinforced further; causing my tube to contract, and make me feel wet as the lubrication is touching my flesh directly.

She is waiting, for a moment; before she is once more placing the tip of the pencil on the rim of the tube, drawing the line along the rim of the tube.

I gasp, as the circuit is closed; the tube once more contracting, as the tube is completely integrated into me and made an integral part of my anatomy. I find myself slippery and soaking wet, as the gel is saturating the skin in my rear orifice.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh..” she is cooing, in excitement.

“I am done for?” I ponder, as I realize where she is.

She had placed the pencil on the nightstand, where she had found it; only to place her hand on my hips, holding me firmly into place. Not that I could escape her; or move all that much, in the first place.

I hear her sniffing the air, taking in the scents; “Now I have you, exactly where I want you..” she exclaims.

While her left hand remains where it is, I can feel her left hand sliding along the skin of my flank; slowly approaching my rump and her final destination. Her fingers sliding along the crack, from the small of my back and down towards the orifice.

As tight as I may be, under her influence, but I could not have prevented the tip of her index-finger from slipping in, into me from behind.

“Ooo-ooo-oooh, ooo-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooo-oooh!” I exclaim, in excitement; as her finger is slipping into me.

Once the finger had entered, the rest of the hand soon follows; sliding in effortlessly, only causing me to contract even further.

Of course, I enjoy the sensation of her hand; inside me, as she is moving it. She had made me tight, to contract firmly around her like never before; so I can sense the hand acutely, as it moves in further and further. Just that it isn’t really her hand, as such that is exciting me in the first place.

She is indulging in the tease, exploring just how tight I am; exposing me, to the effect of how elastic I am.

In the end, she is pulling the hand out of me; moving it back to its original position on my hip.

From here, I can sense her taking her place behind me; kneeling, in order to place her lips onto the intended position. She parts her lips, slightly; opening me up, just enough for her tongue to enter.

I feel the tip of her tongue, as it slips out and enters me from behind; as she is lapping at me.

I gasp; just as the tongue escapes her mouth, slipping into me.

With each flip of her tongue, she is driving me crazy. I find it exciting.

Why? How?

Yet, she is persisting, lapping away at me; her tongue, slipping in and out, as she is caressing the rim of my orifice in her own way.

I am hers, to do with as she desire.

If this is what she is desiring, who am I to complain?

A second, following the next; minute by minute, as she is lapping inside me.

While I am tight, I soon find myself contracting further; with each instant, as I grow more and more excited.

“How? Why?” I ponder; “This should not be possible...” is the end of the train of thought.

The next instant, I have the orgasm crushing down upon me.

Once the first orgasm had hit me, it is followed by another, and another, and another. Like clock-work, they hit me like a ton of bricks, from the top of a very tall sky scraper.  (Like Lightning, from the over-excited Thunder head.) The regular intervals, as the next contraction follows the first with just a second in between.

I collapse, unconscious and unresponsive; where I stand, both hands bonded to the frame of the door between the bed rooms.

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