The sun was shining on a beautiful Saturday. But, for one girl, it was not so beautiful. This young lady has bright pink skin and deep pink poofy hair. She wore a white tank top with three balloons printed on it, a three layer ruffled skirt in different shades of pink, and blue sneakers.
"Hey, Pinkie!" Called out the voice of another young lady. This lady has blueish gray skin and short white hair. Her attire is a white short sleeved T sirt and blue bib overalls and brown boots. "Wait up, sis!"
The girl named Pinkie looked at the other girl coming up behind her. "What do you want, Limestone?!"
"Don't let Mud Briar irritate you, Pinkie.” Limestone said, trying to comfort her. "Unlike Maud, he doesn't understand you that much."
"I know I shouldn't let him get to me. But, sometimes Mud Briar scares me."
Pinkie started to tear up as her poofy hair deflates. Limestone gives her a comforting hug. Then, another female voice calls out. "Hello, Miss Pinkamena Diane Pie."
Pinkie's hair poofs up again as she and Limestone turn to see the known dom, Crimson Blaze, at her front stoop. She wore a purple flannel shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers.
"You know who I am?" Pinkie asked.
"I do, Pinkie." Crimson replied. "I learned about what happened from your parents. And, they allowed me to help you."
Limestone looked weary at the woman, and turns to Pinkie.
"Better be careful." Limestone said quietly, feeling concerned. "That's Crimson Blaze. She a well known dominatrix."
Pinkie looked at the young lady. "She can't be that dangerous if my parents called her." She then heads for Crimson's house. "See you later, Limestone."
As Pinkie makes her way to see Crimson, Limestone continues to travel home. "If what Pinkie's elegant friend, Rarity, said is true, than that dominatrix can create different sessions dependng on her client. I wonder what's she'll have in store for Pinkie."
Inside the living room, Crimson talks kindly to Pinkie, hoping to calm her down.
"Your parents called, and said that you had a problem." Crimson said. "What's wrong?"
"I was getting things ready for a movie themed party for my sister, Maud, and her boyfriend, Mud Briar." Pinkie explained. "Just as the party was going well, Mud Briar got angry, and told me that my party planning is not what he expected." Pinkie started to get nervous. "I was very upset. Even Maud could see that. All night after that I was crying quietly."
As tears started to drip down Pinkie's face, Crimson went over to comfort her.
"That's a sad scene indeed." Crimson replied. "I know of a way to help with that. Come with me."
Pinkie followed Crimson upstairs to a room next to her office. It was a guest room with just a simple cot.
"Not really fancy in here." Pinkie noticed.
"It does help with my little treatment." Crimson replied. "I'll be right back."
About ten minutes later, Pinkie was sitting on the cot, still trying to calm down. Soon, Crimson walks back in, wearing a nurse's outfit. And, she carries something made of leather. Pinkie looks at her. And, is a little confused.
"Are you allergic to leather, Miss Pie?" Crimson asked, using a professional voice.
Pinkie got a little nervous. "No. No. I'm not allergic to leather, Nurse Blaze. A friend of mine once let me slip on her leather jacket one night when I got chilly."
"That's good to hear." Crimson then talked with a seductive voice. "Now, start stripping."
Slowly. Pinkie slipped off her tank top and pulled down her skirt. This exposes her basic white bra and panites. As she took off her shoes, Crimson looks at the party girl.
"Not a bad looking body." Crimson cooed. "Now, lose the bra."
Pinkie unhooked the bra and leet it fall to the floor. Her breasts were firm, but bounced as Pinkie wiggled.
"You're breasts are wiggling more than gelatin molds." Crimson said humorously.
"Probably from the sugary snacks I scarf down." Pinkie said with a low voice.
Crimson holds up her leather item. "Hold out your arms."
She reaches forward as Crimson slowly slips on the leather garment. It had super long sleeves and an open chest for Pinkie's breasts to stick out. Crimson straps on buckles on the back, then wraps Pinkie's arms around her body, as if she's hugging herself. When the sleeves were buckled from the back, the party girl realized something.
"Is this like a..a..a straitjacket?" Pinkie asked nervously.
"A bolero straitjacket to be exact." Crimson answered seductively. "Most people in the BDSM world use garments like this in their sessions." She then gives Pinkie an order. "Lay on the cot."
"Uh.... yes, Nurse Blaze." Pinkie said with her own low voice.
She lays down onto the cot, allowing Crimson Blaze to examine her. She pushes down on Pinkie’s breasts.
“You’re right about one thing.” Crimson said wickedly. “Your breasts are very squishy.”
Pinkie was feeling very nervous, knowing what kind of person she is. Crimson then takes out a stethoscope to examine her breasts.”
“Yike!” Pinkie yelped. “That’s cold!”
“Of course.” Crimson replied. “I dipped part of my stethoscope in ice.”
This caught the party girl by surprise. “I guess ice is used in BDSM sessions.”
“Yes, they do.” Crimson said using her seductive tone. “Now, roll on your stomach.”
“Yes, Nurse Blaze.”
Pinkie got up, then laid down on her cot again. This time, on her stomach. Crimson slipped off Pinkie’s panties, took out an ice cube from a bucket hidden under the cot, and slid it all over Pinkie’s exposed skin.
Those ice cubes are a bit chilly on my skin. Pinkie thought. What other surprises am I in for?
Soon, the ice session is over. Suddenly...
“OUCH!” Pinkie gasped as she felt Crimson giving her a smack on her butt.
“Did I give you a shock?” Crimson asked quietly.
“You sure did, ma’am.” Pinkie replied.
“Excellent.”
As Pinkie laid on her stomach, Crimson continued to spank her. Soon, she had the party girl to lay on her back. The young dominatrix got out a belt, and used it to strap Pinkie’s ankles together.
“I’m stepping out for a little bit.” Crimson seductively said. “You stay here and rest. Understand?”
“Yes, Nurse Blaze.” Pinkie replied.
Crimson left the room as Pinkie laid down, and thought about her situation.
Now, I know what it’s like to be in a mental institution. Pinkie thought. At least, I’m not in a padded cell.
A few minutes, Crimson returns to Pinkie, dressed in her regular clothes.
“Feeling a little better?” Crimson asked in her regular tone.
“I think so.” Pinkie replied.
“That’s good. Let’s get those restraints off so you can get dressed.”
Later that day, Pinkie looked at her computer at home. She sees a picture of Mud Briar and Maud, at a outdoor dining area in Paris, France. She looks at Mud Briar with evil eyes, knowing what torture he put her through. I’d like to see Crimson Blaze dominate YOU, Mud Briar.
THE END
