there has not been a cock in Maras ass for days now, and she is most certainly not used to it. She had also not been reposed for a similar amount of time. She thought that perhaps her mistress was pleased with her current pose, but Mara was beginning to feel neglected. She was still being filled with cum for nutrients, but the oatmeal had returned. Gross.
"Is Mara being punished?" She thought "Did Mara do something to displease mistress Dayan?" She tried to think of what she did , but what could she even do? She still looked just as pretty as she always did, well, she didn't always look like this... What? Of course she always has, has she? She was starting to be confused, come to think of it, she hardly remembers more than 30 days of her life.
To change the subject, she went back to think of her posing. being posed differently was always exciting to her, not only was it Mistress giving her attention, but it would give her a new sexy way to look at herself in the mirror. She was turned on by her own body, especially since it's the only thing she looks at while being fucked.
She had an ideas, she could move her eyes, she could blink, what if this was a test? What if Mistress wanted her to make her own pose? Then maybes she would play with her again. After a while of trying, she finally had figured out how to move her body, and she locked herself into a one where she was seductively laying down, with one leg lifted. Could she do that this whole time? No, of course not, after the hard plastic had been glued on... hard plastic? No, she wasn't covered in hard plastic, she even checked, but her body was the same shape as the plastic, she was so confused. And then a mental wall broke. She remembered everything.