I turn towards the next door, taking me towards the next step. Extending my right hand towards the plaque, pressing my hand firmly onto it; before I spread my fingers, opening the door before myself.
“I take it, you are ready for the treat!” she observes.
Since I am still mute, I nod.
She follows me through the door, just before it slides shut, inches behind her back. The door is so quiet, she does not even flinch. Or, is the effect of experience and practice?
”Since you have asked for this, I will put an effort into making you enjoy what I had in mind for you!” she muses.
”Oh!” I ponder; trying to figure out, just what exactly she had in stove for me.
”Stand right there!” she instructs me, indicating the spot on the floor, clearly marked with a cross.
”Of course!” I ponder, as I comply with her directions.
”Now; if you put your right hoof there!” she indicates, watching me placing the hoof where she had directed me to.
”And your left hoof, right there!” she continues, indicating where she had intended the other hoof to be.
”There is a slight change, compared with the other room!” she explains; producing a can of gel, applying the gel to the rim of my hooves.
I ogle, as she is applying the gel, to the right and left hoof in turn; staring from the inner edge of the hoof and continues all the way out to the outer edge.
”Bondage gel - Type I” the label reads.
”That should hold you in place, for now!” she points out; ”You could give your right hoof a few tentative tugs, in order to confirm!” she continues.
As I comply, I notice that the hoof barely budges at all. Of course; I had seen the line between the hoof and the floor vanish, as the gel was spread along the rim of the hoof. Well; both hooves, right and left, in turn.
”Now, your left hoof, please!” she continues.
I comply, only to see the exact same result. The hoof had successfully been fused to the floor under-hoof. While I guess I could try to pull harder; she had not instructed me to, so I leave this for later. If and when she does instruct me to.
”Place your right hand on your breast, feel the smooth orb and the large nipple between your fingers!” she is instructing me; and I eagerly comply, sensing my skin under the palm of my hand.
”Before I continue; cup your left hand over your mound, then feel the plugged orchid under the tips of your fingers!” she continues; watching me comply, and observe the reaction on my face.
”Priceless!” she offers.
If she is indicating the promise under the tips of my fingers, or the joy to watch me; I have no idea, but I am at least enjoying the effects of what she is offering me right now.
Instinctively; Twilight is reaching down between her legs, placing her hand on her own mound. She feels the right index-finger slide over the slippery rubber that is the petals of her orchid, before the finger is slipping inside.
”Ooh, ooh!” escapes her mouth, as Twilight reacts to her self-imposed stimuli.
”Strange!” Twilight ponders; ”That does feel great, though!” she realizes.
”That does feel good, doesn't it!” Mistress pronounces, as she is watching me.
”Then it is time to move up!” she points out.
”Yes, please!” I ponder, looking forwards to what she is putting me through.
”On second though; I think you would enjoy a smoother, natural feel of these plugs?” she offers.
”Oh, yes; please do that, right now!” I ponder; realizing I had secretly been looking forwards, to exactly that.
Since I had confirmed her suspicion; she is producing the tube containing the gel, required for this purpose.
”Smooth Plug seal – Type I” the label reads.
She uncap the tube and applies the gel along the rim of my anal plug. Once the gel is in place, the plug is sealed smoothly. She extends the index-finger of her right hand, holding the tube in her left hand, slowly trailing the line of where my anal plug had been inserted.
”Ooh, ooh!” I ponder; as she is teasing me with the sensation, produced by her act of confirming the seal.
”There, looking great!” she pronounces, before she is moving to the next orchid.
She applies the gel around the rim of my vaginal plug, before she is moving on to my belly button. Once the orifices had been sealed tight; she moves on, to demonstrate the effect, by sliding her finger over the seals in turn.
As I look down, I notice how my belly button looks almost as if I had been nude, aside from the glossy white suit covering my belly. Further down, I can clearly see my orchid and its petals; the same glossy white, though I imagine the petals are slowly turning towards a bright pink hue. Maybe I am imagining this, but it is what I see.
”Beautiful, isn't it?” she exclaims.
I nod, in approval; confirming my ascent, eagerly.
”Of course, this does mean; that the plug is more you than ever, as it is fused to you!” she giggles in obvious glee.
”Oh!” I ponder, as I realize what she had pointed out.
She is stepping up behind me, watching me from behind. She is extending her right hand, reaching in between my legs and grabs the plug inserted into my belly button. A moment later, I feel her pulling her hand down, thus forcibly making me bend over.
”There, much better!” she exclaims; ”Maintain this posture!” she instructs me.
Since my hooves had already fused to the floor, I do not fall over. As a matter of fact, it isn't all that hard to maintain the posture, either.
For now, my arms are hanging limply; as I am anticipating, what she is to do next. While I am bending over, I notice the glossy surface of a pair of clear orbs before me. They look a bit large to grasp in one hand, but not more than I would find comfortable to squeeze. Of course, wouldn't that be what she had in mind?
”Since you have just found them, reach out and grasp these squishy orbs!” she is instructing me.
As I comply, I realize that the surface is hard, but the orb itself is soft enough, for me to squeeze with my bare hand. Only when I do squeeze, it is comfortable to hold on to; but I do not let that bother me, or stop me right now.
”Maybe the surface had been solid, but I suspect the orb itself is merely a squishy gel!” I ponder.
”Exactly, deliciously squishy; wouldn't you say?” she inquires.
”Yes, it certainly is!” I ponder, as I nod.
”If only she knew just how squishy these balls are, but she will realize that soon enough!” she ponders, giggling inwardly.
”If not for the surface, I would have had this gel all over my hands!” I ponder, in delight.
”Pet, Pet!” Mistress exclaims.
The next instant, squeaks are heard from behind an unseen door.
"Clip, clop, clip, clop!” I hear, as the pet is stirring; moving towards the door.
Mistress is turning towards the door, extending the palm of her right hand; pressing the palm down firmly, before she is spreading her fingers wide. The door opens as she is spreading her fingers; the Pet enters the room, and she once more closes the door behind her pet.
A bright cerise, diminutive equine is trotting in and is approaching me. The pet stops and is hesitation, as if she was waiting for further instructions.
”Eat her!” Mistress instructs her equine pet.
The Pony neighs in obvious excitement and delight, before she is continuing towards me. She once more stop, ogling me, observing me; as if she had been looking for something, searching for the treat she had just been promised.
Now she is bouncing about, moving around me several times; before she is moving in from the right. Her right, that is. I notice her sneaking in under me, before she is reaching up towards my mound.
”Why does the Pet look and behave like Pinkie Pie?” Twilight is pondering, somewhat puzzled by her discovery.
”Cerise, not pink!” she then corrects herself, giggling at her initial mistake.
As the cerise Pony is reaching for my mound, I can notice her extending her tongue towards my orchid. A moment later, the tip of her tongue is touching the petals of my orchid. From there, she continues to lap away at me.
”Ooh, ooh!” I ponder, as I am enjoying the first stage of her treat.
”I though you would say that!” Mistress offers, knowing exactly how I am feeling right now.
The pet continues to lap away at me, the petals of my orchid for ten minutes; before she is pulling back and slips out from under me. That is, when she had felt my first orgasm.
”Had she been trained, to break of; when she senses the orgasm, in the target?” I ponder, ”That target, is me!” I realize.
While the pet had stepped back, I realize that I am just as excited now; as I had been, as she ceased her activity. I do not experience diminished excitement, as time goes by; the excitement and pleasure remains intact and highly unchanged. It is merely pulsing like a beating heart, in order to maintain my focus.
”Good pet, good pet!” mistress commends the cerise Pony, patting her behind her ears.
The pet is yapping and squeaking, in excitement. She had clearly enjoyed the treat, quite alot. Maybe not as much as I am, but she had clearly enjoyed it.
”Would Pinkie Pie act like this, if she had thought I had enjoyed it?” Twilight ponders, not quite able to make up her mind.
The pet, named Pet is once more bouncing about in excitement. Waiting for the command to go back to please me. To push me from the orgasm, all the way to the orgasmic state. To see me peaked.
Mistress is holding her pet back, waiting for me to adjust to the level of excitement. To the physical challenge involved in this much excitement. I feel my hear pound had, raising, as I am panting hard and fast.
Slowly; little by little, I am adjusting, feeling my heart slow and by breath growing more steady.
”How long will she hold back?” I ponder, knowing I am about to learn that soon enough.
Seconds ticking away, like minutes; minutes ticking away like hours, as I am trapped, where I am; midst the orgasm, I had been imparted.
The time is short, and Mistress is ticking of the final moment.
”Pet, pet; finish her!” Mistress exclaims.
The pet soon is bouncing about, closing in on me from the right. A moment later, she is standing under me once more; facing my orchid, eagerly sniffing the air.
As she is extending her tongue, I soon feel her once more lapping away at me. Over and over, her tongue laps the petals of my orchid. Solid, coarse rubber coated with wet and slippery lubrication. Had I not already been ready to scream, I would have done so now; had I not been mute, my lips as hard as rubber.
The pet only continues to lap away at me, as if I had been a tasty treat to her. Each time her tongue is touching me, she is building up more excitement and I am shivering in pleasure.
I am incapable of ignoring or refusing what she is giving, had I wanted to. Only now, I am feeling myself revving up more and more. Like an engine given too much gas.
I feel each and every individual stroke of her tongue sliding over the petals of my orchid; as she is pushing me from the one orgasm, and all the way up to the orgasmic state.
After an hour, I peak; and she leaves me in the orgasmic state. Standing on all fours, I can not move. I may squeeze the balls in my hands, or try to let go of them and pull my hands free; yet I can but stand where I am, enduring the experience as best I can. There is no escape, and no surrender.
The experience the pet had put me through, is the ticking of the clock reaching the steady tone. I had become the explosion, where everything is gone. For as long as the plug is embedded in my rump, I can not climax; only by pulling it out, can I be released, and be liberated. Yet, I have no desire to be, I have no desire; until the plug has been removed.
I had failed to notice, Mistress leaving the room; her pet following in her footsteps, the door closing behind her. I am alone, with nothing but my orgasms as company. Why do I care; I have need, for nothing else.
If Mistress could do nothing more for me, I do not hold it against her if she is stepping out of the room. She may serve another, while I am busy with my orgasms. Although, I do hope she will be back for me; to grant me a climax and release, just in time for me.
As I am panting hard, fast; my hear is pounding harder than I could have imagined, and faster than I should be comfortable with. It is not slowing, but I am oblivious of it.
The door slides up, and Mistress is entering the room. She is stepping up to me, touching the base of the plug inserted into my anal cavity, the one preventing me from experiencing the long overdue climax. I feel the finger slowly caressing the base of my anal plug. Yet, I can't consciously experiencing it, right now. She is still teasing my subconscious.
After a moment, well after the door had once more closed behind her; she is giving the plug a tentative tug, then another and another. Yet, she is staying just under the limit; permitting her to extract the plug, thus keeping me in the loop. While within the zone, I am continuously experiencing the orgasm; over and over, no end.
Just as she had informed be, before I had entered the room; I am utterly incapable of climax, for as long as she says so. She is maintaining her hold, over me. I do not have climax. Not yet.
All of a sudden; she is producing another, hidden tube.
”Smooth Plug seal – Type II” the label reads.
”Here is a surprise-gift, from me to you!” she explains.
With that, she is applying the gel to the rim of the plug; previously fused to me, by rump.
As the gel is spread out along the rim, the plug is fusing further; as the seal is growing stronger, the bod between me and the plug is strengthened even further. She had pushed me to phase 2.
She observes the process, of the gel slowly curing; only once the gel is cured, she is once more touching the base of my anal plug. After a moment of teasing, she is grabbing the plug, once more; slowly and carefully giving the tug a tentative tug.
Once, twice, thrice; she is tugging at the plug, yet staying just within the safe strength of the seal. Never really risking to break the delicate seal, she just put into place.
She once more lets go of the plug, only to produce yet another tube of gel. She offers me the gel, for me to enjoy what she had offered, all the more. I may not know of it, as I am not aware of anything she does right now; yet she knows, I will enjoy what she is doing for me.
”Smooth Plug seal – Type III” the label reads.
Little by little, she is applying the gel between the plug and my flesh. As the gel touches solid flesh and rubber plug, the two are fused; only firmer and more pronounced than before. The gel cures, leaving the seal stronger.
Once the gel is cured, she starts all over; touching the base of the plug, teasing me. A minute later, she is grabbing the plug; giving it a tentative tug, feeling the strength of the seal the gel is providing.
Could she have dissolved the seal? I have no idea, and I do not care. That is not the point.
She is giving the plug a second and third tug. Once, twice, thrice. Another moment, before she is yanking the plug right out of me; breaking the seal, yet leaving the effect of the seal still very much intact.
I am waiting, then the climax is hitting home; my eyes slowly focus on what is before me, no longer glazed over. I am awake and conscious. Conscious, for a few moments; before the moment is catching up with me, the exhaustion is taking its toll upon me. I could run from this, no longer.
Another minute, and I am unconscious and collapse on the floor. Yet, my hooves and hands keep me from becoming a pile on the floor. I can not move, where I am.
She is pouring a clear liquid over my hands, thus momentarily freeing me from the orbs I had been holding onto. With my hands free, she leaves them on the floor mere inches from these clear orbs.
She applies the liquid, onto the bondage gel that fused my hooves to the floor; step-by-step, she is liberating me and my hooves. As my hooves finally are free, she leaves my lying on my back.
As she is raising to her feet, she is approaching the door to the next room; extending the palm of her right hand towards the plaque. She is pressing the palm towards the plaque, before she is spreading her fingers, wide. The door opens, and she is carrying me into the next room.
She is depositing me onto a bed. I am lying, limp and motionless on the top of the bed she had just offered me.
Clear silicon, with a sheet of clear silicon. It is looking, as if I had been floating in med-air. I do not care; but maybe I would have found this amusing, once I am waking up.
With all the excitement in mind; I am quite spent, exhausted.
It isn't, as if I am going to wake up, any time soon. I am unconscious and need hours to recuperate, from the experienced I had been exposed to. Not that I mind, I had indeed been enjoying this for quite some time.
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