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Being the Princess of the Sun was a glorious thing.
When everypony looked up to you, it was hard not to be filled with pride. Not so much pride at one's self, but rather pride at seeing how those you served grew and developed into their own. Seeing a young foal go from barely able to stand on her legs to a powerful speaker and leader was one of the more satisfying things in Celestia's life. She'd seen it firsthand with her own star pupil and her friends. Yet it wasn't just there that the seeds of growth she helped to plant grew. Many of those in her court she'd known since they were starting out, and now she'd cultivated a castle filled with those that she could trust, rely on, and call upon when needed.
Unfortunately, there were things that she couldn't call upon her friends nor her underlings to help solve for her.
Currently, a pony that went by Sunny Shores -let it never be said Celestia was the best as names- was standing in front of a strange shop. The mare stood slightly shorter than the average pony, with a pure white coat and pink hair that was drawn back into braids. Her eyes were a shining blue, and her tail was cut short and perked upwards. She had on a very plain light yellow sundress, one that was just common enough not to draw attention, yet fashionable enough to travel through the streets of Canterlot without looking out of place. She had on a large brown rimmed hat and pink sunglasses, along with small high heels that clacked as she walked. It seemed she was going more for the 'innocent mare on the street' feeling, which worked out well for her since she was going anywhere but innocent.
With a small inhale, "Sunny" stepped forward and gently opened the door to the shop. There was an electric tingle that went through her as she did. She was about to embark on something rather risque for anypony, let alone a Princess. She was about to go into something that she hadn't indulged in far too long: desire. If this mare she was recommended to was to show her anything, it would be something that she'd desperately lacked in her own life: true, and complete, submission. With one more sigh, she opened up the door to the shop and stepped inside.
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And as "Sunny" went through the door, a chipper bell jangled.
At first glance you would think The Gilded Bridle was just another clothier, or perhaps an eccentric boutique selling fancy hauling tack. It wasn't until one looked closer to see the kind of place it truly was; those weren't tops but corsets, those straps and nuckles weren't for pulling heavy things but holding one down. Still the place was decorated welcomingly, albeit with a few darker colors than was typical. The layout was much like a wagon wheel, the central area wide and filled with more pedestrian lingerie and corsetry, while the spokes of the wheel were alcoves outfitted with all manner of leather gear. Tall, shiny boots here, a full hood there, and in between were things that only ehe experienced could identify. In the back, a small sign reading "Toys" pointed up the stairs.
That was where the knock of steps came from. "One moment!" called the rich voice from above, and soon a mare appeared, trotting quickly down. Her coat a dark plum while her mane and tail were both a brilliant silver, the former styled to drape down to bubble down the left side of her face. Her lean figure was presented politely in a burgundy leather vest, contrasting with the bright and colorful gypsy skirt that danced around long legs as she came down.
The unicorn's violet eyes brightened at the sight of Sunny. "Well hello." The offered smile was welcoming, reassuring. This was someone she'd never seen before, one who looked downright demure, and she didn't want to scare a curious mare off. "How can I help you?"
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Sunny -Celestia had to be careful not to let on that was just a fake name- stepped into the shop and took in the sights. The Gilded Bridle... it certainly had a name that had a way of sticking in the mind of those that saw it. And the interior was only there to reinforce that fact. Never before had she seen such a massive collection of... well, fetish gear. It was near impossible to say that it wasn't fetish gear. Leather and corsets, harnesses and boots, and an entire section dedicated to toys that Sunny was certain none would let their foals be around; they all just screamed a welcoming but rsique place. Just the sight of it all sent such a chill down her spine that she almost missed hearing the sound of the one that she had come here to find.
If allowed to be shallow, Sunny would say that, indeed, this mare was very beautiful. The contrast of her mane and coat were beautiful, and when accented with the leather and skirt the colors just seemed to pop out even more. Sunny couldn't help but keep her eyes fixated on the mare as she went down the stairwell and over to her. After years of reading ponies for her courts, though, it was easy to tell that the unicorn was surprised at her being there. The disguise that she wore wasn't one that fit in with the general atmosphere that a place like this let off, after all.
"Greetings... ah, I mean, hello," Sunny smiled; she had to get out of that formal talk, "You have a rather lovely shop here, may I ask your name?" Again, she was being too formal, "Ahem. Yes. You see, I was directed here by an acquaintance of yours," Sunny took a few steps forward, her hands moving to go behind her back and clasp together slightly, "The Sun and Moon have a beautiful dance on the eve's dawn, don't you think?"
If what she said was correct, then it was a coded phrase of sorts that would tell her newest friend she had been sent here by the party goers. In order ot keep the party group from getting exposed, that phrase was used to tell those within the society they were there for that sort of thing. She blinked and waited, hopeful she'd said that right.
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"I'm Silken Snare," she said, and her eyes sparked with interest at being told she had been referred. That was far better than a walk-in.
"I think the stars clap and bow for them," she replied automatically, the code's response a reflex by now. Silken hid her amusement. While she understood some ponies' desire to avoid embarrassment, she suspected half the secrecy around those parties was the fun of being secretive. Masks, false names, codes! But to be fair, she didn't have the luxury of being secretive. It was her livelihood.
Clasping her hands, she tilted her head towards Sunny. "So you were pointed here because you're looking for something specific. Is it equiptment... or to learn something about yourself?" That last bit had a little bit of velvety mystery to it. While the woman enjoyed tshowing all the wonders in her shop, guiding self-discovery was Silken'spassion.
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Having the code phrase repeated to her was all that Sunny needed to know that she was in the right place. Just seeing this being reciprocated was... it was almost palpable with how much it excited her. It shouldn't have done that, given that she shouldn't have been doing something like this. Yet... yet even now, when it would be easy to let the mare just have her run off and then never come back, she wanted to stay. And so she smiled warmly to the mare and gave her a respectful nod; another thing she had to watch for.
"I believe it would be more of the latter there," Sunny replied, trying to think of how to put this casually; granted it wasn't easy to ask another pony this in the first place, "You may remember the ball that was held three days ago. I met with some, aspiring members of your profession and..." She was still a bit too formal, so she stopped and cleared her throat, "I was told that if I was looking for a mare to help guide me, that you would be the one, Miss Snare."
Sunny stepped forward a bit and towards the interior of the store, "I have an interest in these things. It is something that I've wished to try for a rather long time and now... now I feel that I have the ability to," Sunny turned, "Albeit, I must do so in private. I have certain, obligations that would be at odds with this. May I trust that we could keep any arrangement between us, a private engagement?"
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While she had never been to court, Silken knew how to read someone too. It wasn't hard to pick up that Sunny was not some foal-next-door. Despite being flustered and uncertain, Sunny's words were too formal and educated a talk even for even the average Canterlot citizen. So it didn't surprise her at all that the pony before her needed secrecy. "I can't do anything without trust. And discretion is literally on my business card. In fact, here."
Turning to the door, Silken Snare turned the "OPEN" sign to "CLOSED", and locked the door. "Don't want you to worry about interruptions."
Stepping back, she smiled. "Before we start, can I get a name? I needsomethingto call you."
Silken could determine what the other mare truly wanted, needed, deep down. That was her strength, finding what would bring someone the most satisfaction. But that was a bit invasive, and she wanted totalkfirst. There were far more important groundwork to check. "What do you know aboutanyof this?" Waving to the store to indicate all of it, as opposed to specific items. "Have you done any reading or talked to anyone before me?" She needed to know if they were going to start from square one, or could jump ahead.
And a follow up, "Do you have an idea of what you are looking for, what interests you?"
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Trust, yes. That was something that Sunny couldn't allow. If she were to show who she truly was, it would likely end with Silken Snare bowing before her and offering to let her take whatever she wanted from the store. That had been how it went when she tried to get into sculpting and had gone to find supplies. There wasn't something fun about having things being handed out to her if she wanted them. In a sense, she had to earn what she wanted before she could be satisfied with actually having it. Thus, when Silken asked her that question, she just smiled.
"Sunny Shores," Sunny replied warmly, "And that is good, an interruption would likely just spoil the atmosphere you've so clearly cultivated in here." At this point, she felt it was almost worthless to try to stop talking like she was. She needed more time and practice before she could start talking more informally. so she just cleared her throat a little bit and thought about each question.
"I've done a bit of reading when I've gotten the chance, I understand the relationship of dominant and submissive and the bond they share... as well as some of the general elements of BDSM and what that entails," For some reason, saying that made her feel a jolt down her spine, "I haven't had contact with another pony about this, sadly. It has taken a good deal just for me to be able to arrive here unnoticed. As for what I'm looking for..."
Sunny slowly inhaled, "In truth, I wish... to be dominated," It took all she had not to shiver and shudder saying these words, words she'd carefully rehearsed inher head, "To be taken, body and mind, and placed under that of another. To have my rights to do all but breathe stripped from me, and given the feeling of another so eagerly using my body. Bondage, toys, even pain if the dominatrix would like that. That is the wish I have."
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Phew. Silken relaxed a touch. It was good to know she didn't need to start at the beginning. And it was no surprise to hear Sunnyw was seeking to submit. While not exactly timid, she didn't exude the confidence or assertiveness that often came with ponies looking to dominate. The woman smiled. "Definitely the discipline and control side of things. I have the feeling you're going to adore high protocol. Possibly objectification..."
Another thing brought her ears forward. 'Dominatrix'. So she won't need to find a stallion to handle the real hands-on matters. Well, that is also assuming that Sunny is interested in a 'mare with more'. Or in her anyhow. But it was promising.
"Come upstairs," she says, leading Sunny along. The second floor is indeed the toy gallery, every wall and display with a variety of things. Not just pain, but dildos and other sexual entertainment that wasn't strictly fetish. While there was an open area on one side of the center, there was more furniture here. Although some of it definitely was not meant for relaxing on. Still, close to the stairs was a simple couch, and here she waved Sunny to sit. Behind them, the stairs went to the top floor, Silken's apartment.
"First, you've not had any pony totalkto about this, and not sharing your thoughts and feelings is very lonely and stifling. So if you have any questions, please ask them at any time, but right now I'm specifically opening the floor for you to go wild. Ask me anything, or simply...talk, gush your feelings out if you need to."
Whenever Sunny was ready to move on, she said, "Now, are you hoping for me to mentor you, talk you through things, point and say and demonstrate what this or that is, and then maybe help you find that special domme to be intimate with..." Silken made eye contact with the other mare. "Or do you want me to get hands-on with you, the sooner the better?" She was comfortable, wouldenjoyplaying with this mare now, but what mattered was what Sunny was comfortable with, what she wanted.
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In a way, Sunny felt guilty, incredibly so, at having to deceive this mare like this. Silken Snare had already shown such kindness to her that it made her want to drop the pretense and show her true form already. Yet that was something that she could not allow. So instead, as the mare told her to go up the stairs with her, Sunny obeyed her. She placed her hands behind her back and walked with a refined and dainty step, something that she'd perfected after seeing so many of the nobles do the same in her courts. It certainly gave to her an air of being more demure and soft spoken. Sunny, however, still failed to break a perfect posture that she could balance books on if she wanted.
Seeing the second floor sent another rush down Sunny's spine. This was exactly what she wanted. A world where she could never touch as her true self. A world of pain and pleasure, or discipline and control, of everything that she could think of and more. It'd been difficult to find books on this sort of thing, yet the odd one or two she'd read over the last decade had given her a small bit of knowledge as to how this sort of thing worked. She'd never seen things like this... the wooden horse in particular drew her attention, a device that she'd yet to glean the true knowledge of.
"To ask you anything?" Sunny paused, "...I believe that right now, questions are not what I have. Truly, what I wish to have is a chance to escape," Sunny sighed, "To keep a bit of confidentiality between us, I shall simply say that my obligations to my standing would have my head for being somewhere like this. Yet... I cannot help myself," Sunny reached up and touched her cheek, "Sunny Shores is a fake name, and I will say that to you know so there is no deception between us. What I wish now... is to be indulged. Indulged in desires I cannot under my normal circumstances. I have waited so long to be here, Miss Snare. So very, very long. And I would ask that you take me under your guidance and aid me in this journey."
There was a hesitation to what Silken asked her afterwards. When she finished, Sunny stood up. With hands in a simple smooth and gliding motion, one that didn't betray the sheer terror that this brought her, she worked her sundress until it fell from her shoulders. When it did, Silken Snare was left with the sight of what could only be described as lacy seduction. The mare's beautiful white fur was pristine, and the jet black lace that formed a beautiful V down into her groin and up around her hips stood out starkly. Her bra was similarly styled, the patterning thick enough to hide the aerola but thinning out to reveal much more of the breast. Had the dress been longer, Sunny would have worn garters as well.
"I would like to get hands on experience, Miss Snare," Sunny smiled, even if internally she shuddered with desire, "Please, have your way with me."
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The woman smiled, her eyes full of sympathy and understanding. "I'm sorry you've had to wait so long, and that you can't enjoy yourself in your everyday life. But it's not the first time I've heard that." To the confession of the false identity she merely nodded, an acknowledgement of the necessity.
Silken opened her mouth as the white unicorn rose, then closed it. Perhaps, selfishly, to let her see where the mare was going with this before interrupting. And that she got. Lust shone in those violet eyes as she ate up the sight. Sunny's taste was good; the bra's bare modesty made her want more. "Turn around." No request or suggestion, just direction. She wanted to see the view from behind. How skimpy was the back?
But she didn't act on the sight, as tempted as she was. "Now turn back to me." The plum mare straightened up and sighed. This was the thing she enjoyed the least, as it would impact alotof things. "Oh I want to have you, Sunny. You should know though, I have a cock. How do you feel about that?" Here she watched the other mare intently. While her response was important, Silken also was curious how the other unicorm would react to the simple vulgarity.
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Sunny heard the simple command from Silken, and her body reacted as she was told. She slowly turned around to let the mare drink in the sight of her even more. Her bra strap was made to seamlessly weave into the pattern on the lace, letting even more of her smooth back show. Likewise, her bottoms slowly rode up into her rear to highlight the two supple cheeks she'd allowed this body to have. It was more or less a simple sculpt of her own form, but with a few modification to make her seem more like a normal mare.
Once she was told to turn back, she did so and looked down towards Snare's hips as she heard that bit, "I have no issues with that, Miss Snare. I myself would identify as bisexual, if I was told to give my preferences. I simply like to view a pony for who they are, a pony, and then see how they are from there. I suppose some of the more forward thinking individuals would call that pansexuality... but bisexual is a far more understood term."
That said, Sunny looked Snare with a bit more of a shine in her eye, imagining what the mare had to give her, "I believe that, before we start, it is customary to give a safeword, yes? Something that I can utter if something has gone too far. Granted, with gags that would be a bit more difficult." She chuckled warmly, "Is there one that you would prefer that I use? I read in one book it should be no more than two syllables to be easily understood."
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Ponies typically didn't look predatory, and "growl" is an unaccustomed sound, but Silken let loose a hungry noise at the sight none the less, and Sunny found her looking positively villainous. She relaxed at the response, and once again was struck at the mare's eloquent, long-winded diction. "Good. Because I very much intend to fuck you."
The question though made her smile. "I was going to get to that before we got down to business. But good on you for bringing it up! I prefer the colors of that foal's game. Green, yellow, red. Green for 'keep going', yellow for 'slow down', and red for 'please stop'. This way I can check in on you if you're simply feeling overwhelmed and need a breather, or are fine. A full stop is exatly that, and that's a bit severe."
She gestured to the spot next to her on the couch. "Sit. We're close, but not done negotiating yet."
"Now, let's talk about how deep we're going to commit to this, because I don't know how involved your other obligations are, and I doubt you want to share the details. And you may not want to dive into the deep end. We can have sessions--scenes--where the play is contained purely there. We can have longer periods, say you staying here overnight, and the play is considered always in effect unless one of us signal for it to pause. Then there's things that can continue even after you leave; I give you homework, things to practice. Even further, there are orders I can give that you are supposed to do at home, like masturbate at a certain time every day--or not allow you to orgasm, period. And finally, there's more permanent things that I might do or request. Mark your body in a discreet way, change your hair, request you get piercings."
She sat back, letting Sunny digest all of that. "Tell me where your comfort level stops."
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Sunny could tell that there was a desire with Silken Snare. She made sure to make a mental note to save this form and ensure that the mare got to see it more often. She was easily able to digest those three commands, "Understood. Green for continuing, yellow to slow down, and red for a stop. A rather simple system." She paused, "Those should also be understood more or less inside of a gag, yes? I think we can easily make that work."
Once she was down on the couch, it took a long while for Sunny to think on what she wanted to say. There was a level of submission here that she was being told she could do. She had to think rather long about it, about what she could do. What sort of things could she do that she desired, while still having to contend with whom she was otherwise? At the very least, Silken Snare seemed to be open to things. And with this simply being a form she magically 'saved' and then shifted into, there was a level of freedom with it that she could keep. Something powerful that meant she had a pass with this mare. She looked down and slowly placed her hands into her lap.
"Allow me to be frank, Miss Snare," Sunny began, "I am afraid anything that would involve orders in the home, would likely be impractical. It is not that I am unwilling, but that my duties would make that, difficult. However, I believe that homework, that would suffice," She tried her best not to show it, but Silken would see a little nip of her lip, "... As for the rest, I wish to go as deep with you as I can, Miss Snare. All that you've said there, aside from what I mentioned, I find alluring. Arousing, even. To be frank with you..." She leaned in a bit towards the mare, "This body is one that you have free reign to. I can commit to overnight stays, be them sessions or for as long as needed. I have learned to operate on little sleep," She chuckled, "If you wish to pierce, mark, change my body, then as long as we discuss it, even under duress of sexual contact, then I will allow it. As long as they could not be seen when wearing the dress that I came in today, that is open to you." She leaned out, taking one of Silken's hands in her own, "My goal here is full, and true, utter submission. To be placed under another. Used, only for their enjoyment. All that I have seen here, I enjoy. Does that answer your question on comfort level, Miss Snare?"
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To be fair to Silken Snare, she was reacting more to the panties and that rear. The white unicorn's form was not her ideal dream. Yet Silken could change Sunny to her tastes. Would, in fact.
"With gags you usually go 'uhh! uhh!' several times loudly. It's unmistakable. Or you stomp. But to be honest, I'm not too keen on gags. I like to hear my partners sing." Again that villainous look. "This place is pretty good about eating up sound."
Reaching up, the mare cupped Sunny's chin, forcing eye contact. "Always be frank with me. Bushes are meant to be burned and stomped through, not beaten around. Communication is essential, and what I do to you will leave you with no digntiy, so don't try to contain it." Her thumb caressed along the mare's jaw, and then withdrew, so that only her hand being held was the contact. "But yes. No behavior changes, and nothing that anyone else can see. I had thinking a pierced tongue, as that is the sign of proper and talented cock sucker, but if that was too severe..." She shrugged. It wasn't a big deal.
"And, while everything you'v seen you enjoy, there will be things that you won't. Let's talk limits." Silken flashed a smile. "Don't worry, there'll be nothing gross, nodamageto you, I won't push you under duress into something you're not comfortable with. But there's other questionable areas I want to touch before we're in the thick of it. Is it alright to put things under your tail? What about having a scene at one of those parties, in view of those ponies you met the other night? How do you feel about humiliation, me calling you names or making you say very rude things? Can I use magic on you? Anything else you can think of that you're worried or definitely not interested in?"
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Having her chin grabbed in some a domineering manner, was almost like a sign of power transfer. As Princess Celestia, no one would ever dare do this to her lest they wished to face the guards and her own wrath. In this form, however, she was able to indulge in the feeling of having another forcing her down into her place. That sensation along was a powerful one, leaving her with a long hoarse groan as she slowly leaned back once she was told what to actually tell the other mare. For the moment, she thought about what she could do.
"If the tongue piercing was removable, or otherwise in a way that I could hide it, I would readily accept one," The mare reached up and ran a finger along her horn, "I have a particular skill in disguising magic. Thus, any marks that you would put on me I could hide during everyday life if need be. I could hdie piercings as well, though the tongue one would be somewhat, difficult to hide need I actually use it." She smiled warmly to Silken, "My body will be yours to mold. Have whatever fun with me you wish, Miss Snare. That is my true and deep desire that I will affirm to you once more."
Hearing the next bit did make her pause, 'The only limits that I came in knowing that I would not like were the 'gross' things, I am referring mainly to things that belong in the bathroom. I also would prefer that damage not be sustained. I will, however, allow you to inflict pain on me... I might have a slightly masochistic streak now that I say it," She paused, "Yes, under the tail would be alright. As for the party... if all individuals that attended were in the know about what was going on, then we could discuss having a scene with them. And...yes, I will readily submit to humiliation," Sunny had to restrain her lust saying htat, "Yes, you have free reign to place whatever magic on me you desire. As for anything else... let me see," She sat up slightly, "There is not much that I can think off of the top of my head. You've hit most of them simply by talking with me here. I don't know as much as I would like to, though, so we will have to learn more about me as we continue. Until then... assume that whatever else we have not covered, I will enjoy."
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"Really, the giveaway for a tongue piercing is that until you're used to it, it clicks against your teeth when you talk. But I think a rubber -coated barbel would take care of that and be easier to disguise."
The degree of Sunny's investment, how far she was willing to go so soon, awed Silken. There was no fear in this one. It almost worried the domme, made her wonder what she was getting into. Something Sunny kept repeating was also sticking out to her. She leaned forward, eyes locked, muzzles close. "Your body is mine, but physical use is the easy part. For you it'll be about claiming yourmind, making you surrender yourwilldown to the core. That's your gooey center, I'm sure. It takes time, but I'll dine on that."
That said, she rose from the couch and gestured to the rug. "On your knees." Surprisingly, Silken knelt next to her, and proceeded to show the correct way to kneel. How far to have the knees apart, where she wanted the hands (crossed over the tail), a straight back, downcast eyes. "Undo your braids, and then return to kneeling like that until I get back."
And like that, she left up the stairs to the third floor. For maybe ten minutes, Sunny was left alone to kneel on the rug. At some point her knees would start to get sore, something that would take endurance. Eventually heels on stairs sounded. If Sunny followed orders, eyes downcast until the shiny heeled boots came into view. Until Silken sat down on the couch before her. The mare had put on tall boots and chaps, and her vest was undone. Everything else was in view, her handsome sac, her lack of arousal, the lean cleavage. All of the outfit was in red, which set nicely against her purple coat.
Beside her she sat a large wicker basket, it's top covered with a blanket like she were going for a picnic. From inside she brought a simple black collar, a D-ring on the front and back. "While this collar is on, you are mine. You will call me Miss, and you are Girl. If I ask you a question about how you feel, what you desire, what's on your mind, you tell me without filtering. I'll never punish you for expressing your feelings--that stuff isimportantfor me to know." The woman stretched the collar out wide. "Are you ready?"
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If Silken knew just how long it'd been that Sunny had waited for this moment, it would have likely boggled her. This hadn't been just some spur-of-the-moment thing. This was the Princess of Equestria, the one that had ruled for a thousand years, finally boiling over. She was here on what was her 'day off' of sorts, and now she wanted to indulge in this. She wanted to indulge herself in desires that she'd had for too long, that she'd suppressed for too long. Thus, when Silken clarified about her mind, the only reaction that Sunny had was to nod her head. If this mare thought she could, then she was willing. She was willing to do a rather profound thing with this girl, and to do it happily. Whatever. It. Took.
"Yes, Miss Snare," Sunny went down on her knees on the floor, slowly spreading her legs to allow the fabric of her bottoms to show in its entirety, for her hands to be crossed planted firmly above the tail, and while her posture took care of the straight back, she picked a point on the floor and focused on it, tracing the patterns that it made until she'd firmly memorized it and began to trace it again. It was a tactic she'd used in courts at times to busy her mind, which now meant she could do as was asked of her by this mare, "I will await you return, eagerly."
And thus, when the mare had come down, while her knees hurt it was not a pain she had too much of issue with; she was used to standing on end for far longer than this, and thus to her a pain that some would call searing was just a mild throb to her. She, however, kept her eyes downcast, even though she desired to look up. She desired a lot of things when courts were in session, not the least of which was to leave. To a mare like Silken Snare, it would look more as though Sunny simply had an incredible discipline about her already.
There it was. That collar, was a perfect sign. this mare was willing to help take her into desires she's held for far too long, things that had plagued her mind for hours and hours on end. Things that she wanted, no, need, no evencravedin her life. If there was doubt in her mind, a tidal wave of desire would wash it away as soon as she heard those little rings click. She still didn't look up, not even once. Truly, a mare that knew how to wait.
"I am ready... Miss," Sunny smiled to her, still looking down, "I believe in terms of what was said earlier, this would be green."
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Rising off the couch, Silken stepped behind Sunny and wound the collar around her throat before cinching it closed. Then from the waist of her chaps she took a pair of black fingerless gloves, tugging them into place with intent. Fingers dug into Girl's hair, holding her in place. "Repeat the second thing I say. What are you? A toy. Who do you belong to? Miss." Rituals were helpful, they wiped away things and let you get ready to start.
As soon as Girl was finished answering, Miss dug fingers into her hair, gripping it at the root, and pulled upwards. Not hauling per se, as she didn't have the strength for that, but hard enough that Girl would get the hint fast she needed to stand up. And since the hold was at the root, it didn't yank any hair out. Once she was on her feet, Miss dragged her to the arm of the couch and promptly shoved her across the cushions. Fingers hooked into the waist of those bottoms and slowly, oh so lovingly, peeled them down, down long white legs, down to heeled ankles.
Straightening, Miss dipped her fingers into the basket and came away with a bottle, popping the cork. "You might be tempted to forget any desire you yourself have. Your body belongs to me, and so you may think whatever need or want you have now isn't important, you are a puppet and all that matters is how I tug the string." As she spoke, Miss slicked down her fingers, and then brought the cool touch between those white cheeks, taunting the pucker there. "And if you really want to be a puppet, with me giving not a thought to your pleasure, I can. But Ipreferyou to want, need things, and to tell them to me." She worked her digit to the first knuckle. Then deeper. "Because I can use that. I can decideifI will give it,howI will give it, andwhen. It's a lot more fun to make youworkfor something."
That intruding finger pumped steadily. "I have this feeling you don't care if you orgasm or not. That's okay. But if there's something you like more, or are feeling in the mood for..." She added a second finger. "Don't hesitate to share." Again she worked slow with that new addition, but soon was fingering vigorously. "Oh and by the way, you're not allowed to cum unless I say so. If you feel it building, you ask permission, and you better hold it until I give the go-ahead."
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Once the collar was in place, the transition of roles seemed to occur seamlessly. All at once, it was simple for Girl to slowly turn her head towards Miss, smiling to her as she heard the command. The second thing she said would have been the second statement, and so she respectfully lowered her head and repeated in a firm and calm voice, "Who do I belong to? Miss." That was what she assumed was correct. It didn't seem important compared to what was about to happen next to her, though.
Once shoved down, a primal feeling of lust shot through Girl. There was also some shame, some elements of embarrassment, but nothing that could dare to take away that powerful feeling of desire. Feeling her bottoms being drawn down only heightened that feeling. That meant that two of her intimate holes were on display: a set of plump lower lips that were blended the same color of her coat, and a small rosebud that stood out more firmly against her. The former was rather warm and moist with how Miss was treating her. The former was twitching at being exposed.
"I-If I may, Miss," Girl groaned out, having to stop feeling the way that fingers began to roll against her backdoor, "I do not believe I could be a simple puppet unless you were to order me to. N-No one has ever dared to touch this... this area of me before," Girl huffed out, slowly shivering at the feeling of having her rear actually penetrated for once, the use of whatever cooling sensation was being pushed into her making her relax just enough so as not to feel the initial pain of penetration, "I-I would say that your willingness to touch, this area of me... has, already brought my body alight."
With that said, the last note was something that didn't take much time for her to nod her head, "A-As you wish, Miss. Your pleasure is paramount to me, I will ensure my own is only when given permission by someone such as you." Girl groaned out once more, "Might I have a bit of an idea as to your plans with me? Perhaps I may be able to offer my own... insight..." She groaned heatedly at the fingering for a moment, "A-As to my own desires."
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"It's more a matter of what you're feeling at a moment, when a need strikes." Withdrawing her hand, Silken retrieved a (relatively) small plug from the basket and applied the lube. As soon as it was ready she gave Girl the plug, working it in methodically. "But to answer your question, first I'm going to get information, and then I'm going to assess your skills."
Once the plug was in all the way, the flared base preventing it from going any further, Miss straightened up and stepped on the panties around Girl's ankles, making them easy to step out of. She corked the bottle and wiped her fingers on the towel covering the basket. "Go back to kneeling." Now the mare was hard, black shaft rising out of her lap. Not the biggest around, but still satisfyingly long and thick. She ignored it, and once her fingers were clean, she dropped the towel.
"Look at me." As soon as she did, Miss forced eye contact. "Tell me your sexual history. Not names or numbers, but I want to know everything else you've done. Holes, positions, kinks, what didn't work for you, what you enjoyed, what made you cum the hardest, what you think you're good at when it comes to pleasing another. Paint me a picture."
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Miss had taken things quickly, which was all Girl wanted. It was odd to think of how simple they had both fallen into roles, slots almost that were made to make each other have fun. Yet it didn't quite matter in Girl's head. Instead, she just groaned as the plug worked its way inside, an action that she gently pressed back with her hips just to help it move forward a little faster. Once out of her panties, she looked up towards the other mare and quickly was down on her knees. Just the sight of such a large shaft in front of her, even if it wasn't something she would have gone for when thinking 'large' looked massive from this position. On her knees in front of it was hard to deny, after all.
"My history..." Girl had to think of how to put this, "I have taken few lovers, yet those I had I kept for as long as I was able. Both mare and stallion. I enjoyed both equally, and have experimented with all holes. I once took two stallions in each hole. My positions... oh, there was one mare that wished to have all of the fun with that. She was like fire to me. She put me in nearly every position that she could. Even upside down. Your question is rather loaded... What I enjoyed was the feeling of being taken. I have done nothing of what you have in this place, but the raw feeling of being toyed with, used, it was that sensation that drove me. In truth, the sensation of the two stallions at once brought forth a burst I had never felt before. I would like to say that I have enough experience with my lips to paint those I sleep with full of pleasure. Does, perhaps that tell you what it is that you wished to know?" Girl was generalizing some of it; when you were over 1000 years old you took on many lovers. She had a fair amount of experience, and hoped that she had conveyed that to this wonderful mare.
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Eyebrows shot up at the admission of 'two stallions in each hole'. That was a shock. Miss tried to imagine that was done all at teh same time, six studs, two per hole, and she nearly laughed. But she listened, still impressed with Girl's experience. Though no mention of what didn't satisfy, or of kinks--there were things to do that didn't take equipment, after all. Really, the domme was hoping to find established buttons she could push. The fact Girl enjoyed being double penetrated didn't help her much, even if 'being used' she could supply.
When the kneeling unicorn finished, Miss laughed mockingly. "Listen to you. "'No one has touched thisarea of me', 'paint those I sleep with full of pleasure'. You prissy little debutante. Who are you trying to impress? What dignity do you think you can keep?" Leaning forward, she grabbed Girl by the muzzle and forced her to make eye contact again. "Enough poetry. Repeat after me: No one's fucked my ass yet. I think I'm good at sucking dick."
Through all of this, the domme watched the other woman's reactions, seeing how she handled humiliation, how she took to being forced to talk dirty.
Rising from the couch, she walked across the room and looked for a piece, before plucking it up. It was a block of wood roughly shaped like a pillow, rounded and smooth, with a hole centered on top. Miss pulled a cushion from the couch and dropped the wooden piece in its place. From her basket she brought out a dildo, and fit the base into the slot, before adjusting a knob on the side. When the clamp inside held the toy straight upwards, she adjusted the wooden block so the dildo jutted forward at a 45 degree angle.
Sitting back down on the couch, Miss gestured to the rubber cock planted beside her. "Please, my prissy toy, demonstrate those 'painting' skills. Impress me."
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The mare had done her best to try to explain herself. At present, she had still forgotten about the main thing that she'd been trying to tell herself from the beginning: relax. Her speech, her mannerisms, she was still filtering them through this idea of having to be respectful and upright. She even knew what kinks she wanted to say: she wanted to be tied up, spanked, she loved taking a stallion's shaft in her lips and sucking it, she'd experimented with things like being held upside down and even more. She enjoyed the feeling of latex and leather, two things she never truly was allowed to wear otherwise. The only things she didn't enjoy were things that involved the bathroom -a curios feat she still hadn't fully understood yet- and extreme pain. Yet the crack of a whip or a paddle would get her dripping. She didn't like slow and tantric sex either; she preferred for two lovers to just lose themselves, to keep going and going until finally they weren't able to breathe. That was what she wished. And she could see from Miss' face that she hadn't conveyed that, nary at all.
"...No one's fucked my ass yet," Girl looked like uncomfortable saying those words, "...I, think I'm good at sucking dick." Was that was Miss wanted from her? They were... such vulgar ways of expressing herself. While she looked uncomfortable, her body didn't pull away. It was more like being asked to talk another language, and the strain that came from thinking of all of that.
Girl didn't say anything as the toy was set up, not due to fear but rather thinking that it wasn't needed to say anything just yet. She held her head slightly down as she moved over and mounted the toy, breathing in and letting it out as she slowly sank down on it. It took her only a moment to fully adjust to the shaft (she'd taken many, many stallions in her time of all sizes) before she'd fully gone straight down on it. Normally doing so would be uncomfortable, yet there was a certain air of desire that had filled Girl by this point that kept her moving. And thus, Miss was able to watch as she fully sank onto the shaft, meeting the wooden block on it and letting out a sigh of delight as she turned her eyes up towards Miss.
With their eyes still locked, Girl began to gently ride up and down the shaft. She spent a bit of time demonstrating her familiarity with such a thing; her hip motions moved to lightly press the shaft into different areas of herself, while she adjusted her knees to alter the speed in which she moved down. She let her own body weight carry her down and then caught herself on her knees to ensure a far less painful drop, something some stallions used to complain about to her. Watching as some of her lust dripped onto the block, it was clear her words weren't an exaggeration; she had experience with it.
However, it occurred to Girl halfway in that perhaps she'd been talking about oral instead. At which point Girl's face would look noticabely stressed as she instead pull off, leaving it slightly glistening with lust. Quickly, she had moved down onto her stomach, pulling herself forward and licking her lips. Taking a few moments t loick it clean -something that normally would have embarrassed her, yet now almost felt like part of the territory- and then moved in to wrap her lips around the thing. She took a few moments to gauge how large it was, then took the entire thing down in three short pumps. Her face moved back and forth on the toy, taking her time with it to truly enjoy the sensation of it moving back and forth. She'd long since trianed away the pesky reflex, letting her take the toy each and every time into her in a display to Miss of the skills she would bring.
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Miss was surprised a bit. She had in fact intended for Girl to practiceoralon the toy, and realized she hadn't been clearer. Granted, riding was next on the agenda, so this was no problem for her. Part of this was indeed determining the submissive's skill, but it was also intended to teach.
She was reaching down into the basket, retrieving a riding crop to begin her lesson, when Girl rose off and went on her stomach. The crop snapped out and popped the white unicorn on the meat of her upper arm. "I didn't tell you to stop, and I certainly didn't say to do this," she corrected. "Maybe you can't wait to get it in your mouth, but only after Isaywe are done with this demonstration. Get back on that dick." Miss wasn't even going to let the sub explain herself, if there had been a misunderstanding; Girl had done a 180 with zero communication, and that wasn't acceptable either. Any effort her toy might make to reply would get a playful swat on the side of the muzzle and a repeat of the directive.
Once the woman was astride the toy once more, Miss stood. "Rise near the top, now swivel your hips--make an infinity symbol with your pelvis. Tease him. Good. Show me how fast you can go, without hitting hard on the bottom. Is that it? No faster? Now go fast but I want your ass clapping across the wood. I saiddon'tstop short, drop all the way. Better. Listen to that sound; the sound of flesh slapping together, mm! Let's see..." She piled two pillows in front of Girl. "Put your hands on these like they are your lover's shoulders. Now let's see how fast and hard you can go. More. Is that all you can do? Alright sit back. Go hard. I want you to fuck his brains out. Bruise his pelvis, c'mon!" Through all of this, the crop was her means of correction. Any time Girl didn't take the directions correctly, or wasn't satisfying, it would bite into a glute or thigh. And if the mare dared to get near her climax, she would get a time out until the urge had passed.
"Let me show you how to get some torq going; lace your fingers together and hold your arms like you're praying. Now, swing your arms up as you lift, and drop them when you go down." The intent is to add momentum, get the upper body involved in the rise and fall, rather than putting all that effort on the legs and abs. By now Girl's muscles must be burning. "Alright, let's slow down, relax a little...we've been going up and down, but moving the hips forward and back is good too. Roll. Good. Roll sideways, like that infinity symbol I showed you; grind, like mortar and pestle. Put ot all together--back and forward, side to side shimmy. Now, imagine that instead of facing him, you're facing away. Rock your whole body forward and lift a little, then drop back. Mmhm, that's it. Put your elbows on the pillow, now just bounce your hips up."
"Good job." Patting her on the shoulder, Miss directed her sub to rise. "Relax a little. Walk around. How's that plug feel?" Once she had enough time to breathe, Miss said, "I know you're so eager to get even a fake cock in your mouth, so go on and lay on your stomach like before. Show me what you got."
And Girl did. The deep throating was impressive. In truth going that deep wasn't what Miss preferred to feel when receiving, but this wasn't exactly all about satisfyingherneeds. Training her to simply cater to those wouldn't do for the next partner, as this whole demonstration showed that she had obviosu gaps. "Alright, so you can swallow a tree. Is that the extent of your repertoire?"
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Miss' words about how to truly work the toy inside of her was something that, in truth, did make Girl a little more annoyed than she liked to admit. She'd had literal hundreds of years to perfect her sexual technique. the way that Miss seemed to want her to go at this was more fast and filled with tricks; Girl preferred a more simple approach that could be done just be finding out what the lover in question enjoyed. Miss' approach was something that, at first, she wasn't quite sure how much she truly enjoyed, nor was that happy to really indulge it.
Which was a train of thought she could only have held for as long as it took her to groan. Right now, she was being put under someone, truly and fully under them. She was doing as Miss ordered to make her happy, and that was all that mattered. If this was what it took for her to truly satisfy Miss, she would do so. When her hands gripped the pillows she showed the true power she had in her hips; the being she was underneath her disguise was one of true strength, and if she truly wished to she could break something. She instead just showed the raw power she had, following each and every order that Miss gave her to the letter. There was never a moment of hesitation in switching, like a machine told exactly how to process each order. By the end, she herself hadn't came once; even if she it showed on her face and with the lust leaking form her she wished to, she'd held herself back for the sole purpose of knowing that Miss hadn't told her too, something she'd read that was a taboo to commit in these situations.
"M-Mhm," Girl gave a small nod of thought as she stood up and walked around. In truth, that hadn't even winded her. She could take many more stallions before even showing a small limp. She just stood there and walked a little, before she was given her next order. Her eyes sparkled somewhat as she nodded and moved to get down onto her knees, and almost instantly was working on the toy like she'd intended.
Well. Girl had never met a stallion that had turned down something like this. Most of the time it was easy to lead off with this. This Miss had standards she hadn't quite met yet. That wasn't an issue for Girl just yet, though. She slowly moved her mouth upwards and instead decided to take a more active approach with it, beginning to simply toy with and savor the taste of it on her mouth. Her technique was rather simple: she worked her head slowly, increasing speed and then slowing down to draw out the waves of pleasure that would be going through a real toy, then continued to work her lips. She worked for each throb that a shaft would give her, in effect, and worked to do it well.
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While she wasn't reading Girl's mind, the domme had a sense of the incredulity going through her sub. All of this was not what she was used to, clearly, and it seemed unnecessary, but was done out of duty to her role. "That's enough. I get the feeling that when it comes to giving pleasure, you prefer the blunt approach. Find what your partner likes, then hammer that until they gush. So all this might seem like gilding a lily."
As she spoke, the woman reached into the basket again, and retrieved another toy. This she merely held at the base, and regarded it. "It's a bit cliche to use a food metaphor for sex, but I'm sure you've had very fine dining before. A lot of care goes into that food. Artistry. A dash of this, a drop of that, and then all worked to have a nice presentation. When all you really need for a sating meal, is say buttered bread and wine." Using her toy, the mare stroked Girl's cheek. "Not every orgasm need be a five star chef putting on a palace dinner party, nor do you throw everything in the kitchen into it, but. Some finesse and spiceisnice. This isn't just any orgasm. It is you, performing,serving."
Again that villain's smile. "So. It's my turn." Her horn glowed, the aura wrapping around the rubber toy in her grasp, and around Girl. In moments, the white unicorn felt it--felt a hand holding her...her cock. Yes. She was feeling what Miss did to the toy, as if it were her own. As if she had one. And for a minute or two she simply touched the toy, letting Girl orient herself. Experience the touch for the first time, and what sensation was like for reference. The heat and friction of a palm. The tickle of a finger under the glans.
Then the mare's horn glowed again, and this time it was her hand that lit.Nowthe sensation was new. It was wet. It was hotter. And with the flex of her fingers, it was like a mouth sucking on the shaft. And once more she went through rudimentary motions, letting Girl experience. It became clear; fingers held the sensation of lips, the wrap of them like a mouth, and it was manipulation tath gave the suction. The simple bobbing of a head. Of suction. Of lips on the tip.
Onlythendid the real demonstration begin.Her fist went down fast,then drew back slow. As it climbed, the suction was tight, dragging, dragging, only to relax just behind the head. Again. Then again. Her motions thenwere just the head, sucking it at varying intensities, and tugging at it. Grip loosening, she held the tip in her grasp and then rolled her wrist, like she were stirring a pot. Then tightened again, the suction wicked, and dropped her fist, but turned as it went down, then twisted the opposite as it rose. Finally it went back to the fast down, then slow up. Finally it ended with a faster show, a fuller, clear effort meant to finish a stallion off.
Through all of this, she watched the mare's face, both to savor her reactions, and monitor her state of arousal; if Girl might be close to orgasm, would slow down, tease, but not let it build. Yet as she came to the end of that little demonstration, she asked, "Tell me...how does all of that compare to this?" And she repeated the technique that Girl had demonstrated.
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The way that Miss described the tastes was something that took Girl, more than a little bit of time to wrap her head around. Firstly, the idea that Miss had just seen right through her was rather, worrying in a sense. She herself was one that prided on not letting others see what was beyond her mask. If that was the case, she needed to be more careful here. Letting her emotions run wild might let out her secret, which would likely put Miss in a... very different situation. Still, it was more or less just telling that Miss could read it on her face, even if Girl herself didn't show anything. Her body language must have just given her right away from it all. If that was the case, then it only made her wonder how Miss had come to grow this strong so quickly.
It took an awful good deal not to immediately hit a peak from the new sensation. As a mare that had only ever experienced life as a mare, this magical touch was one that was perhaps far more amplified than normal. IT was such a different feeling... it was almost more crude, blunt with its feelings. The cock itself wasn't like how her own sex was laid out, making for one touch more of a calming warmth against a slow and sliding thrust. It was almost flat, while the female's pleasure was sharp. She couldn't fully describe it. For now, she just looked Miss dead in the eye and watched her as she began to toy around with the, well, toy, content to put forward as to what exactly the mare was planning to do.
In almost a show of stubbornness, it was at first Miss' intention not to say anything, simply out of her own idea that her hundreds of years experince were better. Yet just taking the time to truly have fun with the shaft was something that was... intoxicating. It was hard not to lose herself in it, to almost believe as the pleasure washed over her that this was, indeed, something that belonged to her. Each lick, each suck, it all felt real, with magic connecting them through. Girl was clearly holding back what she felt, letting out a bit lip here, a soft groan there, a twitch of the eye there, all of which was being held back. Was it stubbornness? Resentment? Or just her having to figure out how to handle it? Just each motion of sucking felt different and yet all connected, like individual threads of pleasure woven together into a beautiful crescendo that all came together to leave Girl panting slightly and reaching up to gently bite her thumb as she thought of how to truly, and fully, respond to it.
"...That was, a rather.... that was something I don't know how to put into words," Girl panted, trying to work on dropping the formality, "...It felt, amazing, that is what I can say..." That was when her own technique was put to rest. Her own was... far more straightforward. Both would get the job done, and perhaps hers had its merits. but it left her at a moment of pure defeat as she just simply sighed at the end as she twitched from all over her body in pleasure, "....It was, far better than I could ever do, Miss. I'm sorry for thinking of my own as superior." She lowered her head, a bit of true shame going through her. Just feeling the difference was humbling, to an extent that it left her without any other words to say.
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Miss could tell the mare was holding back. That was disappointing, as she wanted to be smug in seeing Girl rocked by it all. That and, she just enjoyed the display. Guessing it was pride, or more likely trying to hold back an orgasm, Miss let her have that resistance for now. So when her sub expressed awe, it did give her a bit of satisfaction, both in giving pleasure that had never been experienced, and in proving her case so soundly.
Reaching out, she cupped Girl's jaw and lifted it. "Everyone is biased towards themselves." There was more she wanted to show Girl. Among other things, making eye contact and otherwise putting on a visual show. That was a lesson for another day. Once more her horn glowed, and her hand, the toy, and Girl sparkled and tingled a moment before the spell faded. "But apparently you still have enough focus and mind to think clearly. You've yet to hit subspace. Let's see if we can correct that."
Dropping the dick into the basket, she retrieved a simple set of wrist cuffs. Cinching the leather around Girl's wrists, she then seized Girl by the ear and proceeded to drag her like a naughty foal over to the center of the room. There rose a post, dotted along its length with d-rings. And here she bound Girl to it, arms above her head.
Slap! Miss clapped her palm across one of the mare's ass-cheeks. Immediately a pop!to the other. She paced in a semi-circle, slapping the bound woman on the rump, the thigh, the side of a breast, anywhere there was enough fat on her to safely take it. The intensity varied, from moderate to wicked. That though was only spanking, and when her hand started to get sore, the unicorn's horn glowed and her crop came to her. She claimed it, and began biting Girl's flesh, adding the sharp sting to spots that had thusfar suffered the thud. Then she switched between the two without warning. Spiced in between the beatings were smaller, pettier motions. The jab of a thumb into a pressure point, forcing Girl to turn her body for the next strike. Yanking her tail. Just flat out biting the mare's ear at one point. Miss really tested the woman's pain threshold, not just what she could take, but gauging what she reacted most to.
Testing her was important, but what Miss really wanted was to force the mare into subspace. To render her mind floating, to banish any complicated thoughts, to leave Girl intoxicated on the sensations and above all, surrendered completely to domination. There were signs, but she prompted the mare. Every so often she would say, "Enjoying this?" or "How about now?" or "Tell me how you feel?" Listening out for Girl's voice to take on a more dreamy quality, or (especially in her case) the word choice to go simplistic.
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Girl was doing her best to let go of the feelings of her own technique being superior. It was petty, and Miss clearly was there to teach her. She'd asked for this, meaning that those thoughts melted away rather quickly. She was eager to see what the mare had in plan for her, which apparently involved cuffs. While she'd tried bondage once or twice before, never had it been this rough. Just being taken like that, a princess being hefted up and thendraggedby her ear, it got a groan of delight from her. Not the pain, but theroughnessof it. Just having Miss drag her along felt good. She wanted more of that.
"...I admit, I've never done something like this before," Miss hadn't restricted her speech yet, so as she was strung up with her hands above her head she needed to at least voice there was some territory here she hadn't hit. Girl wasintothe idea of it, not necessarily ready for it all. But she held her tongue not by obligation, but by anticipation. She wanted to know what Miss had in store for her. So she kept silent, watching Miss, seeing what she was doing, right up until she felt the first smack on her body and everything became both white hot and crystal clear at the same time.
Rather than speak, all that Girl did was squeal out as she felt the strikes. Each one elicited some shriek from her. Strikes on her ass made her moan whorishly, her breasts being punished was a bit more of a pained moan but one that made her jut her chest out nonetheless. Her legs were sensitive enough that attacking her thighs actually hurt in a bad way, making her jerk her legs back. She was waiting a bit for the mare to say something, but that wasn't even the whole show. She was trying her hardest just to get her head on straight, to feel what it was that Miss was doing to her. All the petty little jabs, they just heightened the sensations.
"T-the legs hurt, p-please stop the legs!" Girl begged out after awhile, "I-It feels good, f-feels... feels..." A bit of lust was truly running down her thigh by now. The pain was putting her mind in a heightened state, but that was taxing. Taxing enough that she was slowly falling down into the subspace. Another yank to her tail and a slap on the ass. She jerked her head back, which left her breasts open for a harder strike. She jerked forward and quaked, her body feeling sore and pained, but also alive. Alight, even. Such treatment was... "L-Love..." She was beginning to crack, "F-Feels, good.... m-more, please..." She held her rear up in the air. Girl had an insane pain tolerance to be able to take all this beating and still ask for more. Or, was she just that slutty she didn't care about the pain? "G-Give me more, p-please, Miss!"
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Naturally Miss stopped abusing those legs. She had already gotten a sense that they were hurting in the wrong way, and focused on everything above them. Shame, as there are several good spots on the thighs, and calves are fat enough to take a hit or two as well. Sweat glistened on the domme's pelt as she took a breather. This was far more of a workout than she was getting lately, but the results were worth it. She had the mare riding high on the abuse.
Tossing the crop aside, she concluded this was the end of that. Back to the basket, where she retrieved a gag, and bound Girl's head swiftly. Once silenced, she unhooked the mare from the post, and instead transferred her arms behind her back, just above her tail. So confined, Girl was marched back to the couch--and shoved across the arm of it. "You've had your pleasure. Now it's my turn. Be still and quiet, and do not cum. Stomp if you're about to, but I'll beverycross at being interrupted."
With that, she fucked Girl.
Wholly one sided, Miss focused on making herself orgasm as swiftly as possible, seemingly ignoring the mare beneath her as though she were one of the toys the had been playing with. Unless Girl interrupted her, the domme would simply pump until she came, pull free, wipe her wet dick on pink hair, and walk away. The unicorn would be left gagged, tied, dripping.
Treating a sub like this was a bit unusual for the domme. Even if they were into being objectified, she prefered there to be more action and response from them, make them pleaseher, indulgehersatisfaction. The usage was treated as casual rather than mechanical. But Girl had brought up being gagged and bound, brought up being used by the two stallions, at her body being wholly belonging to Miss and surrendering to use. Further, Miss thought this treatment would go along with the subspace she was in: just enduring, floating along in a sea of contented use, unable to do more than breathe and twitch. In truth, Miss would have ended the session without sex, but she was both quite worked up, and the experience she wanted Girl to take away from today was a sampling of different BDSM flavors, a blur of highlights to be reflected on later for what was enjoyed most.
Miss left Girl on the couch long enough for her to feel as though she had been tossed aside. Long enough for the domme to clean herself up proper, gather a few things and return. She removed the gag and cleaned the drool, wiped Girl's loins with a damp cloth and did the same to her hair. And then slowly freed her, worked Girl's arms a little, and coaxed the unicorn to lay across her lap. There she rubbed all the spots that had been slapped and whipped. brushed Girl's hair, then tail, then pelt. Pet in long strokes, hugged her, and otherwise held the other woman, cooing softly, repeating "You did very well," and "I'm pleased."
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Throwing someone into the subspace was a feeling that was hard to describe unless one was inside of it. It wasn't quite being fully out of it; it was simple to still feel lust and react to it accordingly. The smacks and jabs were clearly things that Girl enjoyed; it was less so the pain in the end, however, and more so the idea that someone was just using her like that. It was partially the feeling of someonedaringto hurt her like that, someone confident enough to make her squeal and cry out without worrying about what would happen next. Living a life of being confined to just having to deal with being a paragon meant pleasures like that were often out of her reach. And now, Miss was giving them to her.
The gag was something that left her stunned. She hadn't expected for Miss to do that just yet; she'd been very tactical thus far and wanted her to simply tell her what she wanted, so to feel her lips being shut was a new experience. Not an experience that she disliked, but one that she did want to see where it went. That feeling of being used only filled her even more as she was taken down and then thrown down against the couch. Such treatment was exactly what she... what she...
No, there wasn't room for thought like that now that she was getting fucked. It'd been too long since someone had done this. Most stallions were intimidated and wanted to make her feel good. Those that even did want to take her lust seriously didn't do so exactly eagerly either. This, however, was just her being used. She was told not to cum, and so she didn't. Instead, she reveled in the feeling of it. Miss wasn't gentle with her, nor was she even really thinking about her. It was inconsiderate, rude... amazing. Her fingers curled up within their bonds and her body jerked several times feeling her slit just being... pumped. Thought wasn't on her mind, all she was focusing on was that beautiful, delicious sensation. Miss was powerful, raw, something that Girl craved and wished she could have even more of...
And then... it was over. Girl let out a little muffle of surprise as Miss pulled out and left her there. Her mind was left swimming somewhat, trying to handle those last few waves of delight that coursed into her. Not once had she came during the entire time, so part of her focus was waiting for that burning desire to come down. But it soon gave way to loneliness, knowing that Miss had left and she was still bound. She didn't want to move, but she also wanted Miss to come back. It wasn't a good feeling; after leaving her in such a heightened state, making her collapse like this was... cruel.
Then Miss was back, and in a few swirls of motions, Girl was cleaned off and laying in the mare's lap. She panted a few times, getting her senses back to her. The aftercare was much appreciated. After such intensity, she needed it. She held back from fully cuddling the mare, if only because she wasn't strong enough at present to do just that, "T-Thank you," Girl responded gently, "T-That was amazing."
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"You re welcome. It was my pleasure." And it was mostly true. Being the first to introduce Sunny to something she had wanted so long, was something she greatly enjoyed. The look of bliss and contentment and awe was her satisfaction. While Girl wasn't strong enough to cuddle, Miss was. And she did for twenty minutes more.
"I'm going to take care of something," she murmured, nudging Girl aside. "I'll be back in a few." And she bustled up the stairs, then back. The pleasure-drunk unicorn might have lost track of time. But eventually Miss was there. "Alright. It's time to take teh collar off, it's time to stop being Girl. Ready?" And, when she was, the domme took off the collar. Then Silken Snare removed her own gloves. "You are you again. You belong to no one." Sunny's clothes were sat in her lap, and she was directed to the bathroom, for any deeper cleaning and to get her head on straight on private.
Silken Snare was waiting for her, a package in hand, looking a bit tired but pleased.
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Girl was happy to just sit there and cuddle for a long time. After everything she'd more or less endured, she needed that time to truly get her head on straight. After that day, more or less a sampling of what she might be able to take, she had come to understand more about herself. Miss had done wonders for her in that regard, to show her more of who she was, more of what she could be. More of what she truly wanted.
Indeed, as Girl waited there, she was more or less still drunk on lust and letting herself enjoy the feelings of it all. Once the collar came off, however, she seemed to implicitly understand that something had changed. She had to stop and allow herself to focus. And thus, she did just that, bringing herself back to Sunny. She was grateful she hadn't gotten so drunk that she let her spell slip; it was one she didn't have to maintain, but could snap if she thought bout it without doing something like checking herself first. It would have been a shock to do that, after all; for now she just went to wash up.
"Snare," Sunny panted out, "Thank you... thank you for today. I know that I likely pushed you in many ways. And, I believe that I know more about what I desire. You've given me much to think about. I will be far more direct with you from now on." She smiled warmly, taking the package and gently opening it up to see what was inside.
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Leaning in, Silken kissed Sunny on the forehead, to one side of the horn. "You were lovely. Giving you a better understanding of yourself is exactly what I aim to do." But when Sunny went to open the package, she swatted her hand. "When you get home, or where you can find some privacy."
With that, Silken politely but unyieldingly ushered the other woman out. She was tired. Satisfied, but tired. As soon as the dore was closed, she trundled up the stairs for a good, long rest.
Whenever Celestia opened the parcel, she found inside two pieces of paper, a simple black choker, and a dildo.
The first letter read,
Sunny,
These are the instructions for the next part of your training, if you want to continue playing. Included in this box are the homework I have for you, and the toy for carrying it out.
The choker is yours. Think of it like my secret collar when we're not together. Wear it when you do your homework, whenever you want to feel like Girl again, or remember the experience.
Our next session is whenever you can make it. I prefer it be longer, at least overnight. Please send a word in advance so I can prep. Bring whatever clothes you own that you consider the most risque and spicy; show me what you have. (No crotchless panties please.) On the other hand, if for whatever reason you can't or don't want to continue, you needn't send word, and I won't take offense. No harm, no worry. Keep the toy and choker as mementos.
It was a delight,
Silken
On the second paper,
Girl,
Every night I want you to practice the techniques I showed you. One night the swirling pelvis and other riding exercises, and the next the down fast/up slow cocksucking technique, lipping and sucking the tip, tugging it, etc. Do 10 'reps' of 10 seconds for each one, and then repeat the whole routine again. You may orgasm only after you have finished the night's exercises.
There were a few hastily-sketched diagrams.
Also I want you to think about our session and write down your thoughts and feelings. What worked, what didn't, what you would like to try that we did not do. This is feedback to help me for our next session. Include this letter when you send word when you can make the next session.
--Miss
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There was a certain feeling that leaving the care of Silken Snare gave Sunny. Or rather, the feeling that it gave Princess Celestia. As she exited the place with a warm departure and returned back to her castle in secret, she transformed her body back to its far larger and more recognizable self. There was a certain feeling of dirtiness that came with leaving, especially as she went about the rest of her day inside the castle. Was it shame? Perversion? Simply something more? She wasn't sure, but she wanted to find out. She wanted to feel more, and thus when she opened the box at the end of her evening to read what was inside, it left her with a small rush.
The first letter left her wit ha more gentle rush, one that was kind and felt like a caring mare that wished to help guide her down a path she wanted. It was one that reminded her of how caring and thoughtful that Silken was in the beginning, The second, however, reminded her of what happened in their session. It reminded her of the feeling of submission, of true love and delight, of getting to be a submissive and indulge in that primal feeling. It was after reading the letter that she ensured her door was shut, a spell was on her room to prevent any from seeing inside, and began to practice.
Going through the motions were simple enough, and by now she had come to at least acknowledge there was a world of technique she had missed out on in her lonely years. That was perhaps her just being stuck in the past, and now she was coming out of it. She kept at it, as it trying to regain some feeling of who she was a Girl, as trying to get her body back to what she can do. And thus, when it came time to finish, she made sure she was in an aroused state before drafting her letter on the back of the one addressed to Girl.
Miss Snare,
I am able to make a regularly scheduled set of meetings each Wednesday and Friday, with the latter being overnight. I believe we can begin this on this Friday, if you are available. I trust that you will keep this discreet between us. I am paying for this to be sent by dragonfire to ensure it reaches you swiftly.
Miss,
The session was wonderful. I would love to try more of the pain, I think I can work in more legs next time. I wish to lean more into bondage and pain, those two were what I enjoyed the most. I would like to also learn how to better serve you and not disappoint you with my skills. I felt the greatest rush when you were inside me and would like that a lot more. Please, if we can, I would like to be tied up and learn how to serve you more.
~Girl
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Funny, receiving letters from a mentor, beingg guided, getting homework, composing diary-like responses. It was almost like a far more adult, more lewd version of Celestia's relationship with Twilight Sparkle.
When the message arrived, Silken Snare's eyebrows climbed up around her horn. Dragonfire! The parchment still held the smell of it. While she had suspected Sunny was well off and important, she hadn't expectedthat. A courier, sure, but... She shook her head. The schedule would do.
What left her wondering was the bit about pain. The impression she had was that the beatintg she had delivered was quite intense, and going harder was going to be a challenge. Canes were as far as she went, and that was something Silken didn't want to jump to right away. Bondage would be easier. And so would sex, and general pleasure; that had been...efficient, for various reasons. The next would be prolonged, would be lush, and would force Girl to put out some effort.
For now though, she had to prep. Going over her spells, for one, as well as one of her special items. Then perusing her toy selection. Owning the shop didn't mean she used the floor merchandise--that would be a breach of ethics--but when she didn't have everything, it meant buying something from herself. A temptation she could easily fall into... With a sigh, she marked an item or two off her inventory, then noted on her ledger. Other things needed to be put together, but in the morning...
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Perhaps Celestia's letter to the mare could have been more direct, yet she hadn't known quite how to zero in on what she liked. She had enjoyed what she wrote down and that was that. She felt as though she'd been given a good amount of exposure to everything she wanted, and thus now she was getting her chance to enjoy even more of it. She was eager to go and see more of this Silken Snare, even if it would involve a lot of work-arounds on her part. She would need to figure out how to get out of the castle, and how to properly tie off her disguise spell so as not to need to maintain it manually.
The first issue was perhaps the harder one, but doable. After many days of work, she'd managed to create a small portal behind a portrait in her room that would link to a random small vacant building in Canterlot's lower ring. That would give her an a place to change and set up her disguise before going off to Silken's shop. It was a bit of a walk, but necessary in order to continue with this sordid and lovely affair. She would need to be quick and resourceful about it. Thankfully, the guards for her room were the only other souls that knew of her leaving the castle, and thus would cover for her if needed.
That being said, it was on the agreed upon day that 'Sunny' returned to the shop and slowly entered, carrying with her a small purse with the two items that she'd been given alongside the letters. She wasn't certain if she was meant to leave them behind, but it felt wrong not to have them with her. Stepping inside the shop sent a bit of a rush through her, knowing that she was about to become not Celestia, nor Sunny, but 'Girl' once more. If Miss Snare's words were true, then that was what she had to expect. And thus, she waited, waited for another day to begin with them, another time for her to indulge.
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"Ahh, there you are," Silken Snare cooed at the mare's arrival. She wore fashionable trousers and a peasant's top, the later showing just enough cleavage to be interesting. "Be with you shortly." Unfortunately the shop wasn't empty; there was a stallion looking chipper and excited of new prospects, and the sound of someone upstairs. The chatterbox only allowed her to get a murmured word in to Sunny's ear. "If you brought anything, go ahead and take it all the way up the stairs."
Eventually the person on the secoond floor, another stallion, came down with an armload of items, showing them off, as the couple bantered about what to get. Finally Silken got them out the door.Really.Next time she will simply close before her guest's arrival.
Mounting the stairs, she found Sunny and surveyed the outfit the woman had brought, what she considered "enticing". Unless the clothes were instead packed away. "Alone at last. Before we get started, I want to offer a choice while you're clearheaded." Caressing along Sunny's jaw, she asked, "Would you like to begin with bondage or with pleasure? As the two won't have much overlap I'm afraid."
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Enticing... now that was something that Sunny wasn't used to wearing. Being a paragon meant that wearing something that wasn't elegant or respectful was out of the question. Thanks to some connections in the fashion industry, she'd found herself wearing a dress that she believed was what Silken wished for. It was a beautiful black dress that shimmered as it lay on her body, leaving one leg open through a slit that kept the parting of her legs just barely contained in it. The fabric clung to her sides and her chest, not showing a massive amount of cleavage but just enough to make the eye guess for more. She'd put on heels as well, just to add to the look. Both hair and tail had been strained and styled back to shimmer just like her gown.
It wasn't an issue for Sunny to truly wait; she'd done so on end for most of her life, so waiting a few minutes was almost nothing to her. As they ascended the stairs back up to the place that Sunny had found herself getting rather warm thinking about, she looked over to Silken just before she felt fingers running along her jawline. The sensation brought back enough memories to make her eyes almost dialate.
"I believe that we should start with pleasure," Sunny responded back, "There is likely far more new with bondage, best to start with the old and then move into the new." She paused, "I did everything you asked of me, Miss Snare. I also brought the, tools you gave me," She patted her purse, "I'm ready to pursue what we have talked about now."
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The choice earned Sunny a flash of teeth, the grin sly, as if to say "just you wait". Then the mare smiled more sincerely and stroked Sunny's arm. "Those areyoursto keep. Trust me, there are plenty enough here. But I'm glad you did your homework. And it no doubt will come into play." She ran her nails along the other mare's flank. "Mm. That dress is tasty, and I love what you did with your hair... but you chose pleasure and what I have planne would make a mess of that dress. So that means, in part, giving you a makeover. Undress."
The toy basket was back, along with the addition of a mirror. Silken plucked from the basket her gloves, but the collar she brought out was new. Dark leather braided with a silver chain, and a pendant with a magical symbol of binding. "This is a very special collar. It pops off with a safeword." She demonstrated, cinching it around her throat before saying, "Freedom." The collar didn't just open but fell to the floor. "Any spell cast on you while the collar is on will come off. This way even an earth pony or a pegasus can safeword out of a spell. An extra bit of surprise though--a unicorn can't cast magic while wearing the collar."
She opened the collar, offering to place it on Sunny's throat. The ritual then proceeded, the two becoming Girl and Miss.
Miss cupped the back of Girl's neck and drew her to the mirror. "Now... You said that your body was mine, to modify at my leisure. Let's exercise that." Her horn glowed, and a tingle of magic tickled through Girl's pelt before her hips widened; giving a more bottom heavy impression, but one that looked natural withotu being ludicrously out of proportion. Miss made certain the effect didn't leave her with a big rear either, said bottom tightened, so that while wide it was certainly small and taut. The effect gave just the hint of a thigh gap.
Next she ran her fingers through Girl's pink hair, disturbing the styling---and then her pink locks curled, not a kinky mess or corkscrews but enough to give volume and look intriguing. That short tail was lengthened, and here she bound the first few inches, the wrapping forcing the mare's tail up at an arch. A fashion that had once been regal but had since become more risque, the tail less obscuring of the ass and drawing attention to it. Finally the front of Girl's pelt darkened. Practically a line from the bridge of her muzzle down past her nethers, the fur turned black like she'd walked into a freshly painted pole. "Better to show cum," she explained matter-of-factly. A turn would show that the dark swath bisected her buttocks. The look was incredibly exotic; two tone pelts happened--donkeys most notably, but zebra had no stripes down their front for instance--but it was a rare thing in ponies and adarkerfront was unheard of.
All these modifications would of course end when the collar popped off.
Miss ran her teeth along the mare's ear. "This pleasesme, but I am still curious what you think."
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Seeing that her choice of attire had been well received was a relief to Sunny. She'd worried that she had perhaps played it too safe, yet having top fashion designers that were key at making clothing that was alluring yet safe was a massive plus. She'd, of course, done this in the form of Sunny, since she lost a significant amount of height and her royal... 'assets.' Celestia had rather large breasts and a comparable behind, but given how tall she was it was all in proportion to her body. Being Sunny was somewhat easier to manage, clothing wise at least. And it seemed that Silken was enjoying her body as well, which was rather nice. She could easily change how it was with a thought, but she did enjoy it upfront.
The first worry that the collar presented to Sunny was the worry of whether or not her own magic would be cancelled when the collar was on. If that was the case, she was in trouble. Yet Silken didn't mention that, only that unicorns couldn't cast magic with it on. So long as the spell on her body was tied off to her own magical reserves and not one she was actively casting, it would be okay, "Freedom, I can remember that," Sunny smiled, "It's a rather beautiful collar," She also added. It was true, but it was also to help quell her nerves about if Silken was about to find out something new.
Thankfully, that didn't seem to be the case, and instead the collar clicked on around her neck and led her to feel her mind transition back to the feeling of Girl once more. She walked in front of the mirror and nodded her head, "It is indeed," Girl informed her, staying her breath. When the magic strated, she was eager to see what tastes that this mare had.
It turned out, very unique ones. With a small shudder, Girl felt her rear changing. Given that this was already a form she was assuming, the change wasn't exactly too out there for her, but it was different knowing that it was another mare doing it to her. Feeling her rear tighten up and perk up was a, bizarre feeling, but one that made her look down and see the way that her thighs parted just barely to make the sight more, appealing. Her hair and tail were both things that she wasn't used to doing; curling her mane was normally seen as tacky, and to bind her tail so that the fur swished around her her ass and made the eye look towards it was far too risque for her. Yet the more stratling was seeing a full stretch of black fur go through her, and it was that which drew her eye the most. Watching it travel down and then go between her rear cheeks was perhaps the icing on the cake, leaving her to take several moments to turn and look to see just what Silken Snare had done to her.
"It's... certainly differently," Girl got out at first to show she was aware of it, "The new fur is strange but... fun," That was the only word she could think of, "I can see you like my butt more than by breasts," Girl also pointed out, looking back towards Miss and nodding her head with a smile, "I like it, Miss. Is this all you wish to do to me right now?"
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"Your breasts are fairly perfect," she replied. Cupping one of the now dark curves, she squeezed it. "I don't care for a chest too small or too large. But it's true, they're not what really gets my blood racing." Her thumb traced the nipple, the pink standing out so starkly among all that dark hide. "Ilovebutts, and a set of wide hips make me dizzy." Bringing her hand up to Girl's collar, she hooked a finger in the d-ring and drew the mare close for a kiss. Long, sultry, flirtatious. Showing the heat but being teasing about it.
She pulled back, laughing richly. "Oh my dear, I have onlystartedto do things to you. But those are the only changes I'll make to your bodythisvisit. But...mm, you said you were good with disguises. Maybe you'll adopt these changes before showing up again?" Those violet eyes twinkled; did she know that more than Sunny's name was fake? Or was it simply an educated guess?
Pulling away from Girl, she trotted to the basket and plucked from it some clothing. This she handed to Girl. "Dress."
A short red top, off one shoulder and showing a bit of black cleavage, but it was more that it exposed a lot of belly. The pink skirt was flowing and flirty and terribly short. Lacy stockings, red like the top. A pair ofred tanga panties. "You can keep your heels," she directed, gesturing to the ones Girl had arrived in.
While she dressed, Miss must have grabbed something else, because when Girl looked back, the mare was holding an hourglass. "Here's your assignment. Go out and collect a fresh load of cum. The rules are that you return by the time the sand runs out, you've not cleaned any off, and not a drop makes it into your mouth; it's either on your fur or pumped into one of your other holes." Miss looked Girl in the eye and turned the hourglass over, the sand now trickling down.