Warning: This chapter has depictions of bondage and mild sado-masochism.

Twilight Sparkle laid on a plush rug at the foot of Rarity's bed, resting her head against her dominate lover's hip. Rarity sat on her haunches on a velvet cushion, admiring the crimson collar she had just fastened around her sub's neck. “I was worried that the pale gold buckle was too light on the dark red, but I'm happy with it now that I see it against your lavender coat,” she said as she stroked Twilight's mane. “Do you like it?”

“Yes, Mistress, it's beautiful,” Twilight purred. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome, but now I think it's time I broke you in a little, to show you that my demands and time are no trifling matters. You deserve a proper punishment for keeping me waiting for no reason, don't you agree?”

“Of course, my Queen.”

Rarity smiled as she continued, “Let's discuss the terms of your punishment. You're still new to all of this, so let me be perfectly clear: the key to a dominate and submissive relationship is communication. As long as we have a mutual understanding and agreement of what we want, unequal control can be empowering and rewarding for us both. I fully intend to take control of you, but always in a manner that you expect and desire. That said, I must punish slips in decorum and failure to satisfy my commands. The question is: how can I discipline you without going too far?”

“Are you asking me, Mistress, or is it a rhetorical question?”

“A little of both. We need to set boundaries, and you must tell me what yours are. May I spank you? Scold you? Impose restrictions on you?”

“I didn't think I get to decide such things. Isn't that what makes me a sub? Your sub, Mistress?”

“Within reason, my little princess. Everypony has limits. Good doms always respects their sub's limits. I may try to help you push yours, if you're willing, but I will not ignore them.”

Twilight considered this, but wasn't really sure what her limits were. The punishments she suggested don't sound so awful. “I don't know what to say, Mistress. I don't think any punishment you choose will upset me terribly.”

Rarity chuckled softly to herself. “Very well, but you may be surprised what you can and cannot tolerate and enjoy. As a bare minimum, we will rely on your safe word.”

“I'm sure I've heard of that before, but would you remind me?”

“You don't know what a safe word is?” Rarity asked incredulously. “We really can't do anything until you pick one. It's a simple word or phrase you will say if you ever need to stop what we're doing at once. If you ever suddenly experience intolerable pain or discomfort, or you feel distressed for any reason, you will say your safe word and I know instantly that something is wrong.”

“Can't I just say stop?” Twilight asked, confused.

“Well, you might want to use the word 'stop' for something other than telling me you need to stop entirely, such as asking me not to put my weight on a tender spot. The point is that the safe word is very distinct, a word you would never conceivably use during sex for any other purpose. That way, I can know in an instant to cease any touching, dirty talk or other fetishistic activities.”

Something completely unrelated, Twilight mused. She scoured her vocabulary for a word that was very short and easy to understand that would likely never come up. “I've got it: flyleaf!”

“Fly-leaf? That's an odd combination of words, but I suppose that's the point. Will you remember?”

“Of course, Mistress, a flyleaf is a blank page at the front or end of a book!”

“Ah, I see,” Rarity said with a smile. “Perfectly appropriate, my pet. Now, your punishment will be a crash course in bondage. It's what I wanted to do to you today anyway, but rather than walk through each step gradually and sensually with you, you're just going to roll over and let me tie you up like the naughty sub you are, aren't you?”

The pleasant tingles Twilight had been feeling since Rarity began to scold her downstairs intensified. “Mm, yes, Mistress, please discipline me. Otherwise, I'll never learn.”

“And you have so much to learn. Now get on the bed, face down, backside up and legs spread!”

Twilight clambered to fulfill her dom's command, scrambling over the foot of the bed and assuming the subservient position demanded of her. She jumped slightly as Rarity examined her, as a dainty hoof grazed her sex.

“Mn, anticipating our punishment are we, my slave?”

“Yes, Your Highness. I need you to be stern with me.” Oh, please be rough with me! Force me to come until I can't even think, like you did the first time! Twilight felt heavy straps fasten around her ankles and had to fight the urge to lift herself up to look back between her legs. She heard a metallic click. What is she using? I expected her to tie me with rope or something.

“Spread a bit more, shimmy that rump and lower yourself down,” Rarity instructed. Twilight heard more clicks as she shook and swayed her torso while shifting her hooves further out to her sides. “That's good. Now I want you to try raising those slim hips of yours for me. Let me see you stretch your legs.”

As Twilight drew her calf muscles taut, she tried to adjust her position on the bed and found that she couldn't close her wide spread back legs at all. The awkward movement nearly made her fall over, but she spread her wings for balance and caught herself. “M-mistress? What did-?”

“Do not question your Queen! Keep your curiosity in check, or I will teach you to do so!”

Yikes! The young alicorn thought to herself. I'd better let her do as she pleases for now.

“The view is marvelous, but these are just too distracting,” Rarity said with the air of an artist refining one's work. “I'll have to tie them down.” No sooner had she said it, than Twilight felt a band of heavy fabric run across her back. “Close your wings, my princess. You won't be needing them.”

Twilight folded her wings against her sides and blushed profusely as she felt the fabric rubbing against them and along her belly. The ribbon crisscrossed her midsection, encircling her and binding her wings in an intricate, interwoven pattern. It's so ticklish, she whined internally as she bit her lip to stifle laughter and panting, and so tight! It almost hurts.

Twilight heard the soft sound of fabric rubbing against itself as Rarity tied off the ends. “That's so much better,” the fashionista told her. “Midnight blue, with onyx trim. This bow is just darling on you, like a little present. Maybe when I'm finished, I'll leave you wrapped up until Heart's Warming.”

“Hmn.”

“I didn't quite catch that.”

“Ooh~, I'd love to be your gift, Mistress. I'll do my best to keep you warm.”

“I'm sure you would,” Rarity giggled. “I'll think about it. Right now, I'm going to truss you up in some stockings.”

“The sort that go over a fireplace, Mistress?”

“What did I say about questions? If we had a stronger rapport already, I'd have you gagged by now.”

“Ah, I'm sorry, Mistress, please punish me even more, so you can forgive me!”

“In due time...” Rarity said under her breath as she sidled onto the bed next to Twilight. “Give me your hoof.”

Twilight did as she was told, and Rarity slipped black sleeves over her forelegs. They had red laces coming from the ankles, which wove into small holes up the entire length of the seams. Twilight watched out of the corner of her eye as Rarity laced the garments up, forcing Twilight's legs to bend and tuck under her chest. Her mistress wrapped the laces behind her back, under her legs, around her sides, across her chest and tied them back onto the sleeves.

“Time to roll over. Just let yourself fall onto your side; I'll turn you the rest of the way.”

Once she was one her back, Twilight craned her neck forward to see herself clearly. Her forelegs were in black velvet stockings tied with burgundy lace, tucked against either side of her chest tightly and immobile. A beautiful blue-black ribbon wound it's way completely around her torso, circling over and under itself in a sort of helix, pinning her wings to her sides. Her hindlegs were spread obscenely far apart, held in place by thick, padded straps connected to a metal bar comprised of two interlocking parts that could extend but not retract without pressing a release.

Twilight's breathing quickened, and she felt her face and loins growing hotter. Sweet Celestia, I want Rarity now! “My Queen, please use me. I ache to serve your every need and whim.”

“So presumptuous! Could you possibly think I don't already intend to do just that?” As she spoke, Rarity telekinetically lifted a simple strip of white cloth and a pair of ear-plugs over her sub's face. “Now for the finishing touches.” Rarity chuckled softly before continuing. “Touches are the only thing you'll be aware of in a moment.”

Indeed, as the plugs nestled into place, and the fabric wrapped itself around her head and tied itself into a knot just under and behind her left ear, the scope of Twilight's sensations narrowed considerably. She could feel the bed move as Rarity shifted and moved down between her legs. She felt hooves press against her inner thighs and warm breath blow over her exposed sex. She bit her lip and tried not to fidget with anticipation as she counted little kisses on her legs, hips, abdomen and just beside her pussy.

Rarity, please, you're driving me out my mind! Twilight thought as she began to wriggle in place. She felt the hooves on her thighs move over her legs and press against her hips, keeping her lower body still. A tongue quickly ran up her wet cunny, parting her labia and flicking across her clit. The princess gasped and was sure she must have cried out, though she couldn't hear herself. Her breathing became ragged panting as that tongue pressed harder into her, deftly teasing her opening with short probing thrusts. Suddenly, teeth pinched her pearl and she bucked her hips for a moment before her lover laid more weight on her legs. Uhn, she's teasing me as much as she can and not letting me move at all. This is torture, but I love it!

Twilight twisted her upper torso from side to side as the teasing continued and intensified. She felt teeth and tongue tug and tickle at her tits. Ice cold and burning hot sensations magically bit into her privates. She began to wordlessly voice her frustration and ecstasy, with no idea of how loud she was. As the unyielding pleasure continued to mount, she felt her body begin to tense and tremble uncontrollably. Just as she approached the cusp of orgasm, her lover withdrew and stepped off of the bed. Twilight whimpered, but said nothing, since she knew that Rarity must be denying her on purpose.

After several agonizing moments, she began to grow impatient. Twilight's arousal was far from gone, but had subsided considerably. “My Queen, I beg you not to leave me here to languish,” she implored impishly, hoping to appeal to Rarity's well-spoken sensitivities. “At least make use of me for your own pleasure if nothing else, Mistress.” There was no response as far as Twilight could tell. She was deaf and blind to her surroundings, and any attempt to move across the bed was slow and ineffective.

Not to mention I might just fall to the floor, she considered. I'm not sure how far from the edge I am. Or how long I've been laying here. Twilight felt uneasy as it occurred to her that she didn't know whether or not Rarity was even still in the room. It's fine. There's nothing to worry about. “Your Highness? I'm eager to serve you. Won't you please use me? I need to pleasure you.” Where is she? Is she just watching me squirm? Is she getting a toy of some kind? Did someone knock and she just left me here while she went to deal with it? What if she went downstairs to get it and tripped and fell and I just couldn't hear it? Twilight began to hyperventilate. I can use my magic to get out of my bonds – no, wait! Maybe she's testing me, to see if I would do that when I think she isn't paying attention! Oh, I don't know what to do, I want to be a good sub, but I don't know what's going on. Should I just trust her and hope nothing's wrong? “Ra-Rarity?” Twilight called out, her voice cracking.

Suddenly, the bed shifted under her back again and she felt a pony lay beside her. A warm face gently nuzzled her cheek and began kissing her neck. Thank Celestia, I was just getting myself worked up. Twilight returned the affection in kind and began to kiss back passionately, swirling her tongue around Rarity's and running the tip along the ridge of her partner's teeth. Rarity broke the kiss and repositioned herself, laying on top of Twilight with her legs on either side. Twilight felt one of the earplugs tug lightly and pop out.

“Terribly sorry about that, darling, I was trying to decide between some tandem toys. I think you'll like my selection.”

“Mm, yes please, my Lady,” Twilight replied with relief and desire.

The plug reinserted into her ear, and Twilight felt Rarity shift to look back between their hindlegs. Something pressed against the princess' nethers as her Queen rested more weight on her chest and belly. “Oh, Tartarus, YES! Fuck me like a mare in heat.” Did I say that out loud? Why would I say that? Twilight felt herself part around the phallic plaything and craned her neck to kiss her lover. I don't care. This feels too good to be embarrassed. Rarity's loins came very close to her own, their bellies rubbed together and her dom's nipples brushed gently against her teats. Twilight's mind grew hazy as Rarity pressed against her cunny, driving the toy deep inside. She panted and whispered into Rarity's ear. “Fuck me, use me, I'm yours: just a slave – a toy.” I wonder if I'm louder than I think. Am I being too dirty for her?

Rarity began passionately thrusting and grinding her hips, sending the toy sliding deep inside and caressing Twilight's sweet spots. The two mares kissed and nipped at each others lips, necks and shoulders. Hot breath washed over Twilight's face as Rarity began panting, her coat was rustled by nuzzling and writhing. The feeling of each silent slap of their groins was painful pleasure, driving her closer to climax. Her mistress started to bite her, harshly pinching and tugging on her lips, ears, neck. Their hard nipples danced around in circles, tickling one another. Twilight's throat felt raw, and she realized she was screaming.

When she finally came down from her orgasm, Twilight felt Rarity still gyrating gently on top of her hips. Her hot button was being nicely pressed by her dom's abdomen, and the toy they shared pumped and twisted deep inside. The princess was tired, but awkwardly tried to reciprocate for a moment, before remembering that her legs were spread by her bonds. She parted her lips and moaned from the back of her throat, hoping that Rarity would kiss her again. Instead, she felt her lover pull out of her and stand. The bed shook as Rarity turned herself around and settled back down, pressing her flower into Twilight's mouth. Twilight could only moan into Rarity as she swirled her tongue inside.

Intense pain rushed through Twilight's body, causing her to stop what she was doing and emit muffled cries into Rarity's loins. She felt it again before it registered what was happening: Rarity was biting her clit. Twilight reflexively tried to close her legs, but was stymied by the spreader bar. She twisted under her dom and whined, but to no avail. Teeth cruelly pinched her clitty, occasionally tugging or twisting slightly. The tip of a tongue flicked across the abused nub. Gentle suckling broke the pain for a moment before further punishment. Suddenly, her tormentor stopped and lifted off of her.

One of Twilight's earplugs dislodged and Rarity's husky, lust-laced voice asked, “Is it too much?”

“No, no, please!” Twilight pleaded before she could even think. “More, don't stop. PUNISH ME!” The earplug nestled into her again as the weight of her Queen pressed down once more. Why did I say that? This is awful, it's torture! It's- Rarity nipped at her clit again and Twilight felt her throat twinge as she began involuntarily responding noisily. So good! OH, oh... Her mind started to empty itself again as she moaned and thrust her tongue into her dom.

Twilight couldn't be sure how much time had passed when she opened her eyes and found that she could see Rarity's beautiful face just above her. “You liked that more than I would have thought.”

Twilight felt her face flush. “I, uh, didn't think that I...” I can't believe this is working for me at all. I feel so... dirty. “This isn't like me,” she managed to say softly.

“Ponies are always surprised to discover what others are like behind closed doors. Sometimes they surprise themselves, too. Don't be embarrassed, my princess, your Queen will take good care of you. All I ask in return is your complete and utter devotion to me.”

“W-what do you..?”

“You've tasted a little of what it's like to surrender control. Now it's time to try taking instruction.” Rarity's voice had a hard edge, and her eyes gleamed with hunger. “Will you fulfill every task I ask of you; faithfully, unquestioningly obeying? Will you humiliate and debase yourself, if I require it? Will you shed any pretense of privacy or independence at a moments notice?”

Twilight shuddered warmly as her body responded in a visceral way. Fears and doubts nagged at the back of her mind, putting her on alert, but something deep inside of her compelled her to submit. I don't understand why I want this; it feels right even though it seems like it should be wrong. Her heartbeat and breathing both picked up their pace. She licked her lips and swallowed hard. She could only think to say: “Yes, my Queen. Your princess wants to obey. Please, please tell me what to do.”

Rarity locked eyes with Twilight. Glaring into her, as though she were looking through her mind. “I believe you,” she whispered barely loud enough for Twilight to hear, even though their faces were separated by just a few inches. In a single fluid motion, Rarity leaped over Twilight and off the bed. Twilight could see and feel her lover's warm magical aura envelope her and quickly undo her bonds. Just as her wings and legs came free, Twilight's collar was fastened to a leash which Rarity had wrapped around one hoof. “Come,” she commanded and tugged firmly. Twilight slid off the side of the bed and walked up to her dom. “Stop, sit.”

“Your Highne-”

“Shush. Until told otherwise, speak only to respond. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Twilight acknowledged as she sat on her haunches in front of Rarity.

“Hence forth, you are my pet. You belong to me, and will accept my every word as truth and every command as law.”

Twilight felt her back tense and relax as tingling sensations rippled through her. “Yes, Mistress.”

“If I am dissatisfied with your performance,” Rarity warned as she levitated a crop from a nearby chest, “you will be disciplined.”

The heat in Twilight's cunny began to return. “I understand, Mistress.”

Rarity began to pace around her, eying her critically. Twilight turned her head to follow Rarity. “Eyes forward,” she barked as she prodded Twilight's cheek with the crop. “Sit up straight!” The course material lightly smacked Twilight just above the tail.

“HAH-mmph.” Twilight did her best to contain herself as she straightened up. “Y-yes, my Lady.”

Rarity circled around in front of Twilight again and lifted her chin with the tip of the crop. “Now, it's time to test your resolve. Prostrate yourself.”

“Yes, my Queen.” Twilight laid on the floor, legs outstretched and face down.

“Dispense with your responses. When commanded to act, you need not speak, only obey. Roll over.” Twilight turned onto her back, limbs splayed out, looking up at her dom. Rarity ran the crop down the length of Twilight's belly, from just below her collar to her sex, pausing briefly to tease her nipples with a figure eight around her teats. “Stand,” she demanded. Twilight had barely flipped over and gotten to her hooves before Rarity pulled on the leash. Twilight allowed herself to be led to a comfy chair in the corner, which Rarity sat in. “Sit,” she instructed, pointing to the floor just in front of the chair using the crop.

Twilight sat on her haunches again, and Rarity lifted her left hind hoof onto Twilight's right shoulder. She then pressed her other hind hoof against Twilight's face. “Lick them clean.” Twilight blushed brightly and hesitated, embarrassed and incredulous of what she had just been asked to do. She felt the loop of the crop lash her side between her wing and hip; Rarity had been so quick that Twilight hadn't even seen it move. “Don't make me ask again!”

“Forgive me, Your Highness!” the pliant princess pleaded. Using her forehooves to hold Rarity's ankle steady, Twilight began to lick the underside of Rarity's hoof. At first, she moved mechanically, simply running her tongue from one side to the other in a straight line. She looked up into the outwardly proper unicorn's eyes and saw the unsated desire within. A look that was both passionate and predatory; Rarity met Twilight's gaze with an intensity that caused the fire inside of her to rage even hotter. She put everything she had into the task; tracing the curve of the hoof with the tip of her tongue, drawing circles in the center, lapping furiously, and even nibbling as she suckled on the tip. Anything that she thought would please her mistress.

A long moment passed, and Rarity gently tugged her hoof from Twilight's grasp. “Now the other,” she breathed as she wiped her hoof against her sub's chest. Twilight let Rarity grind the moist hoof into her coat before resting it on her left shoulder and took hold of the other to service. After a minute of further subservient pampering, Twilight was told to stop and kneel just in front of Rarity's chair. “I need some time to decide what to do with you next,” she said as she put her hooves up on Twilight's back. “Hm, perhaps I'll just make use of you as an ottoman for now. You are soft and warm.”

Twilight knelt there for some time, not daring to object or complain. This is starting to make me sore. I wonder if she already knows exactly what she wants, and is just enjoying making me do this. The thought of being put to such a trivial, belittling use made Twilight shiver with perverse delight.

The leash jerked sharply at her collar. “Do keep still.”

“I'm sorry, Mistress.”

“Furniture doesn't talk.” The crop whipped Twilight's ass once, leaving a mild burning sting.

Twilight had to try very hard not to moan or fidget from the sensation. She almost wanted to anyway. It feels so... naughty, being disciplined. That's awfully backward. She resisted so as not to displease Rarity.

At length, Rarity lifted her hooves from Twilight's back and stood. She began to leave the room, leading Twilight by the leash as she went. “You know, I had things I needed to get done today as well. However, I waited since I did not want to become terribly involved in something just as you might return. So now, I will make use of you.” They made their way downstairs and into Rarity's workshop. “You are going to be my mannequin and model until I have finished, and since we're done with the more extreme acts of intimacy...” Rarity produced an elegant bridle complete with bit and blinders. “You won't be needing to speak. If you have any objections to standing perfectly still for – oh say – a couple hours, now would be the time.”

“Will I be rewarded for complying if I do a good job, Mistress?”

“Hmm, perhaps. We'll just have to see.” Rarity nuzzled Twilight, and kissed her passionately, probing her mouth and swirling their tongues around one another. “I might just have some new toys for you, if you behave.”

It's a good thing I don't have anything else I need to do today, Twilight pondered as her collar was removed and the bridle was hitched to her head. I don't think I'll be getting home until rather late.

Author's Note

Oh my freaking God, has it really been over six weeks? I am so many different kinds of sorry, I took time off for the holidays and then I had a bout of really bad writer's block. Speaking of which, I started another story to try and get over it. It's not done yet, but I like what's there and will update it at some point.

SO! This chapter has absolutely no plot progression and is entirely porn! Yay! I hope this makes you happy, but if you're here for the plot... the literal one, I mean, then I must disappoint you. There will be another chapter within two weeks, though. I really, really mean it this time. I have things planned out. Sort of.