It is so very hard to stay obedient when the first thing your new Mistress does makes you want to throw her out on her horn.

The outfit I made for her took two weeks to design and execute - nearly the entirety of the time we spent in correspondence coming to terms with tonight. It was dark, with elements of light; pearl over black silk. It was daringly low-cut, designed not only to direct the eye but trap it against her most flawless features - towards her eyes, across her hips, down her flanks and just above her tail. And it was asymmetrical, as well - all the fetish fashion shows in Las Pegasus this year were declaring this the year of asymmetry, of garish imbalance marking a resistance to the sexual puritanism that ran through our society. It was an outfit that proclaimed power and demanded attention, and told all of Equestria one thing and one thing alone: Kneel.

And Twilight is throwing the ensemble, piece by piece, off the bed and onto the floor like it was some cheap terrycloth towel.

"Mistress - I do have to ask," I smile; I'm forcing as much pleasantness into my voice as I can. "Is there something wrong with the outfit I made for you?" I may have put a little emphasis on the word 'made'. Just a little.

"It's... it's way, way too complex," she grumbles, as she levitates a piece that is more straps and buckles than fabric. "For example: I have no idea where this is supposed to go!" The mare's invented new branches of thaumic equations. Of course a few straps are what finally go beyond her capabilities.

"That's supposed to go on your hips," I grumble. "...Mistress." And it would look just fine, with that silken dark panel just below her tail and straps running up her thighs, tugging them taut and concealing nothing of the glory that is her... well. You can tell what I have on my mind.

But she grumbles, and shakes her head. "No. I will not deal with... this stuff tonight." No, tell me how you really feel, Twilight.

I sigh, and shake my head. "... as you wish." And... I pull out my best trick. I cast my eyes aside. I pull my lower lip up over my teeth, holding it firmly between my upper lip and upper teeth. I let my jaw quiver... and I nod silently, letting out a tiny squeak. It's not a pout - and it's doing its best to visibly not be a pout.

She catches my gaze in a mirror. I think she's rolling her eyes. But it seems to be working, because she's now regarding my ensemble more critically. Finally, she casts a glance at me over her shoulder, and grumbles, "One piece."

"Oh, thank you!" I brighten up and smile widely. After all, it is only proper to be excited when your mistress accepts your requests.

She's hovering two of the items I had laid out on my bed. The first, the crop - well, we had agreed to that in our correspondence. The second - I'm not sure what it is. But she's throwing most everything else off the bed, as she raises the one piece of the costume to her face.

"For making a demand of me, there will be a price..." She smiles, and turns around atop the bed, looking down on me. "So tell me, bitch - was it worth it?"

Oh, she is stunning!

The one piece she chose to keep was a mask. My design was inspired by gryphons - their intense stares making every single look piercing, scolding, powerful. And so the mask is no simple domino mask, but has its edges serrated and curled - slightly asymmetrical, giving the impression that the mask itself is a living thing, protruding from her face, like a sign that the wearer is some predator from beyond time, like they are a thing that should not be. The mask shadows her eyes - even without any paint on her face, the shading gives her eyes a certain depth, and gives the white of her eyes a penetrating quality. And as she looks down to me... her face is brought back into a smile. Not the warm smiles that lift the cheeks and bring a blush to the face - no, the thin, grim smiles of a plan coming together. She looks perfectly like the villain of the piece.

She turned down an extravagant outfit... but perhaps in this case, less is more.

Of course, I am too blinded by her beauty to pay attention, so when that crop hits me from behind and leaves a sharp sting across my rear, I yelp and jump into the air like a frightened schoolfilly.

"Come on, girl," she croons, as she treats me to another (softer) tap with her crop. "It's time we put you in your place..."

"Y-yes, mistress," I stammer, sliding back up into her bed. Rather... er... my bed. How odd, a bit of roleplay can put you into a different frame of mind... this is my bed, these are my sheets, and those are my pillows that some of my favorite toys are lying upon. And yet, as she looks down to me, and I slide onto the silken sheets, it feels like I'm in someone else's house entirely, needing their permission.

"Good girl," she coos, as she cocks her hips. "Now, lie back for me - and no covering up."

Swallowing, I lie on the bed, rolling onto my back - instinctively closing my hindlegs, but willing them apart as I notice a disapproving frown on her face. Shouldn't it be easier - I mean, my hips are on other sides of my body, my knees shouldn't keep closing together like this.

Although she's smiling - there's something else to it, a tilt to her head, a tightness to her lips. I can only hope it's more feline than revulsion. "Are we having problems...?"

"N-no, Mistress," I say, and bite my lip as I throw my hindlegs spreadeagle, forcing my hooves to dig into the sheets so they can't just slide back together. Bringing my hooves up to my sides, I try to give my warmest smile. "Just - preparing myself for you, of course..."

Yes, I am worked up, and yes, I've wanted it for ages. But it's one thing to write about... about a perfect representation of my dreams. It's quite another thing to actually be doing it for her. But... she hasn't taken her eyes off me, not once. That smile is just a little more... likeable, now.

"That will do." There's the hum of telekinesis, and I can hear something above my head moving. I try to look up - but there's a quick sting, just behind my cutie mark.

"Ah ah ah! I didn't say you could look around, now, did I?"

"Ah... no, mistress." I have to wriggle my hip - that last tap with the crop stung, and might actually leave a welt. (Oh, I hope she won't be too enthusiastic in marking me...)

"That's right," she purrs, smiling. She brings that thing she had in her hooves up to my eyes anyways, and I can see it's one of the 'toys' I had arranged around the bed - specifically, my 'special rope'. "First, let's make sure there's no inconvenient wriggling...."

Of course, any other unicorn would just wrap the rope around my hooves like a twist-tie, before making a knot. But not Twilight. She's making a production out of it. In her grasp, the silken rope is slithering - from somewhere in my hair, down over my neck at first, the silk rope is poking out, exploring - the faint hiss of silk across fur. I whimper - but I don't tell Twilight to stop. I don't dare to - especially as it traces dangerously south, across the thin fur of my belly.

"Good, good. Now, tuck your hooves in..."

When I do as she asks, the rope continues - nowhere near my mound; rather, it's slipping around my hips once, then around a thigh. I think she's trying to bind my legs, but she's got the rope a little high for comfort. Subtly, I try to shift the rope a little lower, closer to the knee, so it's not cutting off my circulation -

And I can't even budge it.

I put a bit more power into it - my horn is burning a little now, which means it's glowing enough to make my magic obvious, but the rope is just. Not. Shifting. I'm pouring more and more of my power into it - and it's like it's being dampened, simply overwhelmed by the flow of a much stronger magic; her magic is not simply more powerful than mine, it is in a completely different category. I might as well try to lift the sun with a butterfly's wingbeats.

"It's no use," she purrs, as the rope slinks around my ankles, tugging them closer to my thighs. Suddenly, I feel the tingle of that much stronger magic as my forehooves are tugged to my sides, straight against my flanks as the rope starts to coil. "I could just hold you helpless in my magic, I suppose, but what fun is that?"

You don't give yourself enough credit, dear; I'm certain we could find a great many ways to have fun.

But the knot comes together, and I must say - she's better at the knotwork than I gave her credit for. (I wouldn't be surprised if she found a book on the subject.) The rope is treble-layered at each point - which looks like a "stronger binding" but is actually looser, tearing skin and fur far less since the knot's distributed over three lengths. My wrists and my ankles are both bound to my thighs; a double loop of rope behind my tail links both sides and keeps me from closing my legs apart, but can be closed enough to be... well, comfortable isn't the right word. Tenable? Yes, that will do.

Twilight slides up beside me, stretching out languidly - making quite a show of her hips wriggling behind her, and her hooves stretching before her, as she smiles patronizingly to me. Her crop gives me a small tap on the nose, but rather than leaving a mark, it slides down my chin, the velvet tracing its way slowly down my neck.

"Good, good." She leans in, and her bangs surround the mask as they fall forwards, dropping her gaze further in shadows. She's actually leaning in over me, now, throwing a hoof over me casually - as that crop traces its way down the thinning fur of my belly. The pressure isn't constant, and it's not staying in one place; with her keeping me from tilting my head, she's keeping me from watching as that velvet-tipped traces in slow spirals.

"First, for mocking my sex life - something to remind you of your place."

In front of me floats another of my toys - a collar. It's a dainty affair, really, a light lavender that would look good on either of us, complementing my mane or her coat. She snaps it open, and tugs it around my neck, looking down as it locks snugly around my neck. Well, it's no coincidence that it's already adjusted to fit my neck; I was thinking of her the other day, and wondered how it would feel to wear to sleep...

She smirks, and strokes her hoof through my chest, that crop - oh, I can feel it sliding its way up a thigh now! I didn't even feel it leave contact, so fixated was I in looking into her eyes... I try to tilt my head down, and can just barely make out the tassels on the far end of the crop swinging as it slides down -

Oh, why are you moving it away from me, Mistress dear? You were just getting to the good part!

"Second, for making orders of me-" Twilight grins softly, and leans in closely - "Let's do something about those busy eyes, shall we?"

And this is the part where I consider that inviting her to make me helpless and let her wild, selfish side loose might have been a bad idea. I almost expected her to float two sporks in front of me, grotesque as that thought is! But what I see is far simpler - a blindfold, not dissimilar to the one I use for my beauty rest - although this one has a much more snug connection that hooks around the curvature of a pony's head, rather than a simple cotton strap.

"Don't worry, bitch. I'll make sure to take good care of you..." One last look into my eyes - and the smile I see there is less the affectation, and more affection. She didn't need to reassure me. I'm glad she did. I'm lifted in her magic for just a moment as she slips the hood over my eyes - I think she's going out of her way to not damage my hair.

If she left the room right now, if I were left alone bound and blilndfolded like this... it would almost be relaxing. True, there's a dull ache in my shoulders, and I would be paranoid about possible entrants, but the absolute darkness of the mask and my rope-aided posture is almost at ease. I could probably take a pleasant little nap like this - were I not so horribly frustrated.

Around me, I can feel the bed shift - Twilight must be taking to her hooves. There's a touch of velvet - along my left flank - no, teasing up my right thigh - no, caressing just under my chin. I try to turn my head - perhaps Twilight's muzzle is there? - but as soon as I try to turn my head, the touch of velvet is gone, although I can feel the tassels dragging their way up my belly now. I'd wriggle more but her knots have me caught; they're not individually tight, but any tilt of my torso and they dig into my hips and wrists.

"Frustrated?"

"Like you wouldn't believe," I pant, giving a little whine as I arch my hips up.

There's a quick whap!, the thin crop whistling in the air before it strikes across my cutie mark. "Like who wouldn't believe?"

Ah. The roles. "Like you wouldn't believe... Mistress."

There's a sort of smug grunt, and I can feel a hoof tracing over my chest. "All those fantasies in your letters running through your head, I take it?"

"Well... to be honest, no, Mistress."

"No?" That hoof traces down, then back up, and I can feel her weight shifting - lying beside me, perhaps. "Why not?"

"Well... to be frank, the reality of ... of this is... different." Well, then, why don't I just stun her with my amazing grasp of language?

"Aw. Well, that's too bad; those fantasies were great fun," she purrs. "I had a few on my mind..."

"Is that so?" I can't help but wriggle my hips, much as the binding hurts my wrists, to try to get some relief. "Which did you have in mind?"

The whistling of the crop sounds again - and although I flinch, I don't feel the sting. It was just a feint. "My title," she grouses, giving a little shove against my ribcage, but she continues. "First, I did so love that 'inverted Gala' dress."

"Oh?" It was a clever invention, if I had to say so myself; an elegant Gala gown, but with hidden straps running from the 'saddle' to the hind hooves. If the wearer were to roll onto her back, however, gravity and the shift in tension would cause the bindings to start to interlock, and she'd find her hindhooves being pulled to her upper shoulders, while the straps locking tugged the dress out of the way. The lucky mare to wear my design would be the belle of the ball, but would go through the entire event knowing that, at a moment's notice, anyone aware of the dress's true nature could simply shove her onto her back, causing the straps to tighten and in one motion immobilizing and making a presentation of herself. Even if nothing were ever done, half of the thrill of submission is in possibility, after all. "I have to admit, Mistress, I've thought about that myself..."

"Perhaps a private 'Gala' can be arranged sometime," Twilight purrs, and I can feel her breath warm against my neck. I can't feel her touching me anywhere else, though - and I've lost track of where she's standing. What are you doing, Twilight dear?

"Next-" Her voice is coming from between my legs; how did she do that? - "I was wondering." She laughs, and I can feel her breath tease my fur there, tickling. "Stocks?"

"Ah-heh... yes." I squirm again. "Well... I guess you could say I always liked being the center of attention, Mistress."

"Yes. Preferably from both sides at once, I take it," she smirks.

Oh, Twilight, I'd be so frustrated with you right now for that crack if you hadn't just put your hoof right there... I think I might be squeaking as I roll my hips, struggling in my binds to get her hoof just a little closer... oh, you evil tease!

"You know," she purrs as her crop guides my muzzle upwards, "The colts would line up just to have a chance to talk to a mare as beautiful as you. To see you bound... helpless... and completely unable to resist... well, I'm sure you have imagined what they would do."

Vividly and repeatedly, Twilight dear.

Now her breath is warm in my ear - but I haven't felt her move? "Now, what if I told you that I could... help that fantasy come real?"

"How... how do you mean, Mistress?"

"Well... first, start you off with two sweet colts, like in your diary," Twilight smirked. There's a sudden shift in the weight of the bed - at the head, and at the foot - and my body rolls around a little, tugged up then down by the tilting. "And when they've had their fun..." She nips my ears gently, cooing... "We'll see if you really say 'next'."

"That would be... lovely, Mistress," I whimper, trying to place the movement of the bed. "But... part of that fantasy is the public aspect. And I'm afraid that would be bluntly impossible."

"Oh, is it?" Her lips are almost brushing mine - her voice somewhere between playful and cross. "Then tell me, bitch. Doesn't it feel a little... warmer in here? Like there's a lovely little breeze?"

I had been so focused on the crop that I didn't even notice. And... she's right. Isn't it rather warmer, unlike my cool little boudoir?

"No, you haven't left the bed. But tell me..." A breath across my cheek, her voice a furtive whisper. "How can you tell you haven't moved with it?"

"That's... that's just impossible, Mistress," I say carefully. "The only way you could move me without my noticing was if you..."

No. No way. It's just unthinkable. Twilight is a very talented mare indeed, but teleporting this entire bed and both of us with it would take an incredible amount of focus! But... she did jump around on the bed, without me being able to track her.

"You couldn't. You can't! It's just... impossible... isn't it?"

"I've heard that line before," she says, and I can almost hear her eyes rolling. "And yet, here we are."

"And... where is this?"

"Oh, not far - still in the bounds of Ponyville. Somewhere secluded enough for privacy... but not so inaccessible that I could't arrange for a pair of... discreet visitors."

And suddenly... there is a new presence touching me. A very soft brush against my thigh... but it's large. And pendulous. And brushing slowly against the fur, although a broad ridge nudges against me as it aims down

"Twilight," I hiss, even though a whisper is needless since whomever joined me has a better view of me than almost anypony else. "I thought you said we weren't going all the way tonight."

"Hmmm... I suppose I did. Vagaries of the language, I suppose," she says, that crop riding down my chest. "See, you thought it was an inclusive 'we' - that neither of us were going to go all the way. However I meant it in the exclusive sense - while you and I might not go that far, I see no reason to deprive you of your fantasies."

Twilight, you shouldn't have. You really, really shouldn't have.

"Now, bitch: open up your mouth and prepare to give our guest a kiss," she giggles. "After all, you don't want to be seen as an ungracious hostess, do you?"

And that's it. Something in that last sentence triggers my instinct to run. Yes, in our correspondence, she implied this could happen. Someday. After mutual agreement. Not our very first date!

Our safeword glows like a big, shiny red button in my mind, and I reach out for it, opening my mouth. Just four syllables and this will stop...

Or, will it?

Twilight's demonstrably more powerful of a unicorn than I. Telekinesis, teleportation... I can't even imagine what tricks she has in her devious little mind. And I... even if I could get the blindfold off to see how to undo the knots, she'd see and stop me. The power she has over me right now is absolute... I am completely and utterly helpless now. The safeword isn't going to do me an iota of good... unless I trust her to hold to her word.

And I do trust her. I know well the goodness in her heart. Even her... terrible moments have been guided by good intentions. She wouldn't do anything unsafe or risky or truly demeaning. But... I felt the bed shift! But I know Twilight, and even being as wonderfully indulgent of my fantasies as she has been, she's never truly violate me.

If I invoked the safeword, if I let myself fly into a panic and throw off my binds and sit up and take a look around... it'd settle my nerves. It'd also end our evening, this wonderful night... and possibly more. And... I don't want to risk that.

So, I choose to obey, and to trust in Twilight. And, hesitantly, I open my mouth.

"Good bitch." And I am greeted by the taste of - latex? Oh, thank heavens, they're just toys! I don't know what I would have done if the taste of flesh had met my tongue. I breathe a slight sigh of relief and purse my lips - well, if this 'stallion' of hers needs a host, then (knowing it is only for play) I shall be the most gracious of hosts. And throwing myself into a little exhibitionistic fellatio that will stop me from continuing that little panic attack I almost had...

I make a show of it, of course - the soft murmurs I make of adoration to the faux flare; the way I purse my lips about the tip, nibbling the very edge. I think I can hear Twilight's breath rising as I tongue the very edge. Just for fun, I imagine that it is hers - that my dear Mistress is my gentle Master, that the wonderful unicorn that took Ponyville (and recently, Equestria) by storm had been born a colt. That stirs me; and I think I groan around the tip before allowing it into my mouth. In return, Twilight has allowed the other toy phallus to slide up to my belly, slowly dragging back - that ridge being drawn across my skin.

"Rarity..." Her voice is almost a growl. If I didn't know better I'd say I was fellating her...

"Yes?" If I had the blindfold off, I'd be giving her my best flirtatious gaze; but as it is, I do my best to flash her my happiest smile, tilting my head to where I think I hear her voice while giving her 'guest' a fond nuzzle. "Is there anything more I can do for our guests, Mistress?"

There's a sigh, and a whimper, the toys moving away from my body. Then, reluctantly but loud enough to be clear: "Avuncular."

I... what? What? Why is she invoking the safeword?

"Understood. Twilight, dear... what's wrong?"

"I... I want to change the terms, Rarity. I can't just... just watch anymore."

I give a pointed little squirm of my hips. "You were only watching? You could have fooled me."

"No. I mean... I want to go beyond teasing. I know I said I wouldn't, but..." There's a whine that would be cute if it wasn't so weak. "Can I... make love to you, Rarity?"

"Are... are you saying that you aren't okay with being my mistress?"

"No!" She's even squeakier now. "No, I'm loving this."

I'm glad for this eyemask, for it conceals my rolling eyes. She doesn't get to pull the 'insecure virgin' card, not now. "Then, no, Twilight, you may not." I can hear her gasp, but I continue - just like poetry, if you're going to be bold, you can't stop to test the waters. "You may order me around, tease me as you like. You can use me however you feel like - within the terms, of course. You may rut me like your bitch, and in fact, I highly encourage it. But you do not get to be tender after you exploited my deepest fantasies. Do this all the way or not at all. And Twilight?"

"Yes?" Her voice is tremulous.

I clear my throat. To avoid another signature Twilight misunderstanding or misinterpretation, I'm going to have to be direct about this. "You seem to have overlooked how aroused I am. If you don't do something soon, then I'm afraid I may have to rip off these bonds, hold you down, and fuck you until you cannot walk."

I can hear her mouth opening and closing. Yes, Twilight, I do know some dirty words; now please pay attention to why I directed them your way...

"I think I can manage that," she agrees. She slips up against me, torso to torso, and rests her hoof at the side of my neck. "Are we good?"

"Not... quite," I admit.

I can almost hear her teeth grinding as she winces. "What's up?"

"When you... you really had me going."

"Oh?" A light giggle. "I'm glad."

"Not the sexy kind of having me going. You... had me genuinely scared there."

"Too much?

"Well, yes. You had me thinking you had just made our duo a quartet without telling me." Well, to be honest, my mind had put us into the middle of Ponyville Park with dozens of studs surrounding us... aheh.

"Ehehe... sorry about that, Rarity. Really."

"And I'm not sure how you jumped around the bed so easily."

"I had an older brother and an alicorn babysitter. I learned to step lightly," she says pithily.

"And the warmth of the sun, and the breeze? How did you pull those off, then?"

"Oh. I didn't actually do anything. I just... suggested it."

"Suggested?"

She giggles. "Oh, yes. The body is the plaything of the mind. I just made you want to believe it... and you suddenly felt a fresh breeze. No magic at all!"

"Then... you really haven't teleported us?"

"Never left the room. The 'secluded area of Ponyville' is your bedroom, and the 'discreet visitors' you had are battery powered."

My sigh of relief is heartfelt. "Oh, Twilight - you had me terrified for a moment there."

"I just wanted to indulge your fantasy!"

"There is such a thing as indulging to excess." But I can't stay mad - especially as I am still burning from her teasing. I give a deep sigh, and relax back into the bindings. "Thank you, Twilight. I'm good now. Shall we continue?"

"I'd love to," she coos - and her lips are pressed to mine. Per our contract, a kiss would signify 'time in' after any safeword-caused 'time out'. But rather than the quick peck I thought her contract implied, it's warm, affectionate - especially with the way her hoof is tracing down my side as she does so. My kiss in return is deep, pressing eagerly into her lips and running my tongue against hers; she has no idea how much I want to make good on my threat.

"I'm glad," she smiles, rising up from me - there's a gentle purr in her throat. "Because I have a few more punishments to mete out..."

"I - I'm sorry, Mistress," I whimper, squirming as I relax back into our roles. "What did I do?"

"Punishment the third," she says, as I feel the smaller of the two toys teasing down my thighs, nudging against me... "Is for being such a dirty little filly, writing me such explicit letters over the last two weeks, getting me so worked up, and not having told me to my face..."

And finally, after all this teasing, I feel something directly touching me - a soft buzzing, a spark to light the explosion. I can't help but squeak and gasp, and my back arches - my legs trying to close instinctively, but she stays the course, that toy's shaped tip dragging slowly against me.

"Oh, don't try to hide it, bitch," she purrs - I imagine she's now standing over me again, watching me squirm instinctively. "You've been begging for it..."

"Gah!" Oh, that little toy of mine feels so different in her grasp - and I have no idea where. The way it slides against me moves in ways I never would have - but in good ways, as it slides just against my roughest spot, teasing me there. My breath is coming in ragged little wheezes, my heart is shattering inside my chest, and that tightness that started at my marehood is spreading through out me. "Twilight, I-"

The smack across my thighs is firm and fierce. "What's my name?"

I can't quite focus. "Twi-" Oh, no, that's not right! "M-"

Her crop slaps across my ass this time. "Wrong! Who am I?" Oh, Princesses, she's so hot when she's mad-

"M-mistress! You're my mistress!"

"Who do you belong to?"

"You! I'm yours, Mistress..."

"And what are you good for?"

"A-ah-" I pause; there just isn't a set answer for this! I hear the crop whistle as it's lifted in her magic for another swing, and I gasp, whimpering and blurting out the first thing - "Ah-anything! Anything my Mistress wants me for!" I just about shout myself, afraid of another sting but eager to please. I can feel the bed shift around me, and - oh, her crop is right there, coaxing my muzzle up, as I feel her coming to rest atop me, chest to chest. But wait - aren't those her shoulders at my belly? That would put her hips facing-

"That's right, bitch," she purrs, as I can feel her chest sliding back - oh, Luna, her hips are facing my muzzle, which means- "Now- prove it."

I-

Oh, Luna. I can smell her. It's... not quite dissimilar to my own scent, but still uniquely Twilight, that slight mustiness, the faint note of lavender that I notice every time she comes around now incredibly strong. And when I nuzzle up... there are her thighs, and I can feel her tail relaxing, those lovely strands swiping against my forehead (and likely over my eyemask - another reason to wear one, I suppose). She's nearly as turned on as I am-

It probably merits a mention that I have never done this before. Well - not on this side, anyways. I've been given muzzle by some of the loveliest colts and fillies in Equestria, but I've never, erm, given it. So here's hoping I can wing it, just by remembering what they did to me...

No. Don't start thinking about them. Stay focused, girl, and try to see what makes her scream.

I nuzzle softly against her mound, having to work entirely by touch, using my lips - I can't even lift a hoof to find where her hips are, so my muzzle nudges against her thighs, softly teasing along the fur until I know her body well enough to give her feather-light strokes, softly stroking the fur this way and that, gently tugging it the wrong way. By that groan, I have to assume it's working. With my lips gently pursing, I follow the curve of her thighs up to beneath her tail, giving a soft kiss there. It's not my fetish, at all, but in this moment it feels like just the thing to do - and by the little scream she just gave, I know it's working.

I can feel that toy moving again inside me, but I try to put it out of mind - as much as I can, anyway, as it brushes against my rough spot, sending another coil of tension through me - oh, Twilight, I hope you tied those knots tight, or I may buck you right off right here and now! I bring my lips to her nethers and softly breathe over them, and I can feel her hindlegs squeezing around my muzzle.

"A-are you waiting for an invitation, bitch?" Her voice is ragged, though, and there's no sound of a crop - and the toys have fallen still in her grip, giving me a moment to cool down. Capitalizing, I mouth over her lips, very gently tugging them with mine; when I have them so captured, nibbling gently, I drag my tongue across the skin, my wetness against her heat.

Such language, Twilight dear! Then again, if 'bitch' no longer suits you, I think I can manage being your "dirty cunt" as well.

That toy pushes into me again - but it's not quite as effective, just pushing in for the sake of pushing in, gratifying and distracting but not quite the lightning bolt as when she was grinding that shaking ridge right across my secret spot. That's her mistake, as I bring my tongue up to slide between her folds, then pushing back down, stroking.

It turns out you were right, Twilight; I'm a very naughty little pony. I could have had you screaming like this every night for months had I just been brave enough. Then again, I thought you'd be a shirking violet - pardon the pun; I always imagined that you would simply just lay back and languidly savor sex. I never knew you had it in you to just straddle my muzzle and mount my face like this...

Ooof! I could have used a bit of warning you were going to buck my face like that, Mistress! Then again, I guess I've gotten you worked up too - I can feel that hard nub against my lips. Perhaps a little light nursing will help that 'itch', m'lady...

There's a tension shaking through me, like a river overflowing its banks, all that power coursing through me and only more is coming. I- I think I just lost it. I don't know. Everything's a blur. Even with her thighs sealed around my head, I hear her screaming out my name - and my title - and a few things besides.

Wait... my name?

Having had the blindfold for so long, it's almost easy enough to think that I am taking a stranger - a fictional version, a poetic fantasy. But hearing my name on her lips (especially between such delicious groans) reminds me of the truth of the matter - that this is my friend atop me. Dear, brave, smart Twilight, so passionate yet so considerate.

And, whether she knows it or not, I'm going to have her screaming my name again soon.

I can feel the toy within me drawing out, and another haughty laugh sounding through her ragged breaths. Twilight, what are you -

Oh goddesses don't reciprocate hold on Twilight not yet GAH

It had been so long, I had been fooled. That was no river, overflowing its banks. It was a dam, creaking. And now, as she draws her lips about my nethers, my clit being tugged about on the tip of her tongue, I lose it. My entire body shakes, and my body goes past hot, like- like she has just poured fire on me. I think I'm bucking my hips up against her, but I can't tell if I'm just bouncing my hips or if my entire body is shaking against her. It doens't matter, because no matter how I move, she's right there, her thighs locked around my face, her hooves wrapped around my hips, her lips giving adoring little kisses over my belly and teases over my slit.

We like like that for just a few minutes, panting, screaming. At some level, I'm horrified that I've actually done it. But then I feel her hoof slowly tracing down my flank, her little groan into my fur, and that cute little giggle. And something about all this feels absolutely natural to me. It's her - no. It's us.

It was worth misplacing my diary for this.

I can feel the magic loosening the ropes - and as my hips and shoulders return to their normal tautness, I groan. (In very unsexy ways, I assure you; it might have been tenable but it was starting to tingle behind my hooves.)

"That..." she smiles, as she undoes the blindfold, making my eyes wince from the sudden return of light - "was perfect."

She starts to lift the mask - but I catch it in my own magic, and this time, she allows me to reaffix it to her face. "Twilight, dear, this is a gift. And you have more than earned it tonight," I smile up to her, her eyes meeting mine.

"Thank you for letting me take control of you."

"And thank you for making me obey," I coo. We share a kiss - but this is chaste, gentle. And when I look into her eyes - they're affectionate. We played mistress and plaything - but we're still friends, friends to the end.

"You've been tied up for quite a while. Can you stand?"

"I-I think so," I nod, as I gingerly roll out of bed - my hooves are tingling a little, but I can manage to put my weight of them. I make a show out of stretching- and show off my best parts, flashing Twilight an indulgent smile over my shoulder. "It looks like I'm managing just fine."

"Good. Good."

I hear her magic alight in the general direction of my toybox - a rather realistic black strapon and a U-shaped hobble bar floating in the grip of violet magic, followed by an elegant riding blanket - along with the rope from just now, already coiled up neatly. From where she's stretched out on the bed, she grins to me, propping her head up in her hooves. Looking of my shoulder takes a bit of stretching, so I try to turn to face her-

Wait. My hooves are caught! I take a look down, to see my hooves trapped in a much stronger version of the magic that held her toys. Oh, princesses - she didn't call the safeword. We're still on!

"Now, for your fourth punishment," she purrs huskily, a devious gleam in her eyes. "There's the small matter of all your overdue library books..."

Author's Note

Thanks again to Alkali of #fimfiction for help in proofing!