The portal made a magical sound behind you after you stepped through, Lyra's room greeted you on the other side. You hadn't seen her since she came to visit you on earth. That was a month ago.

What with her work and living in two different dimensions meant that you didn't get to spend as much time together as you liked. In your hand you held a knitted pink sweater she had "accidentally" left at your place before she left. When you missed her so bad that it hurt, you would sniff it, her delicate scent easing the heart ache.

Lyra Heartstrings was the best thing that ever happened to you. You had never met a girl who was so loving, and so devoted to you.

You reminisced on the time that you were sick with a fever. Lyra didn't leave your side once all night. She brought you soup and medicine, she whipped the sweat from your body and put a cold rag on your forehead every half hour. When you started thrashing in a fever induced delirium, she climbed on top of you to hold you still so you didn't hurt yourself. She put her mouth by your ear and whispered sweet things to calm you down.

Within the swirling madness inside your head you could hear her voice telling you she loved you and that everything was ok.

After two days, you woke up feeling like a million bits. Lyra on the other hoof looked like hell. After two days she had dark circles under her blood shot eyes, her mane was ratty, and her coat was dirty and matted with your sweat.

To make matters worse, it seemed that she got sick in the process of taking care of you. So you two switched positions and you did the same thing for her.

You brought her sweater to your face and inhaled deeply, her sweet smell filling your brain with a fine pink mist.

Now you really couldn't wait for her to get home. If it weren't for the fact that you needed to keep your presence in Equestria a secret you would run out and find her.

You laid down on her bed, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of being in her room.

The need for water struck you, so you reached over to her bedside table for her bottle of water. You accidentally knocked over a red rubber ball.
It bounced a bit and rolled under the bed.

You cursed under your breath as you got up and kneeled next to the bed to retrieve it. You spotted the ball, but what stopped it caught your attention.

It was a magazine. Nothing very sinister, just a magazine. But your mind instantly started to wonder what kind of magazine your girlfriend would keep under her bed.

You reached for it but stopped before you touched it.

"You really shouldn't snoop through your girlfriends stuff," you thought to yourself. But you just couldn't stop yourself. You could always put it back how you found it and never speak of it.

You carefully pulled out the periodical and raised it to your face.

The title caused you to freeze in place and do a double take.

'Bound Mares'

The title said it all, and if the title wasn't "informative" enough for you, the image of a white unicorn mare with a black mane bound and gaged with a red ball suspended off the floor with chains said more than "all".

Her front and back legs were held together with a leather strap, making her look like a carousel pony.

You just couldn't believe it. Lyra, the mare who gave her heart to you, the mare who's lyre playing sounded like the singing of a thousand angels, who enjoyed water ballet and cute little animals owned a bondage magazine!

You flipped through the pages, each one filled with images of cute mares with ball-gags stuffed in there mouths and big rubber dildos filling their asses and pussies.

Other pictures depicted mares getting whipped and flogged, streaks of red welts across their cutie marks and their delicate rumps. Their faces told a story of pain and ecstasy. Their eyes flowed with tears, and their cheeks were bright red, either from embarrassment or from being slapped in the face.

One picture was especially brutal looking. The unicorn mare didn't look a day over eighteen. All four of her legs were splayed out, chained to the grey, brick walls. Her eyes were rolled back into her head, an 'O' ring in her mouth causing her tongue to hang loosely while drool fell from it.

Her teats, (which were completely exposed), were pierced, and had silver rings in them. Both the rings had a small chain attached to them were being pulled to the point that they looked like they would rip her nipples off.

She wore a fancy looking, lacy black corset, and every square inch of her light blue body below the neck was covered in red welts, some of which were purple with bruises.

On one page there was an article about unicorns and the evolution of BDSM.

Apparently in ancient times bondage was used as a way of punishing and humiliating unicorns, by basically calling them earth ponies.
Earth ponies have used harnesses and other devices to pull plows and farm equipment for centuries. Unicorns in ancient times, believing they were superior to earth ponies, would put straps and harnesses on a unicorn who had broken a law or committed some other offense to make them feel inferior and humiliate them.

Princess Celestia outlawed such cruel and unusual punishment in the third celestial year of peace. After that, bondage and using restraint devices took on a sub culture. Some ponies found that they liked the feeling of being bound and trussed up with ropes and straps. Obviously bringing sex into it was the next step.

At first this sub culture was viewed as deviant and disgusting by the pony community. Ponies who liked and embraced the lifestyle of bondage simply because they enjoyed it came under attack by the "norms". They would post flyers and signs that called bondage ponies "evil", or "sick".

While the bondage ponies would simply reply with something to the effect of "why don't you try it?"

Over time, and with the inevitable change of "social norms", the general populace has (for the most part), accepted the BDSM community, and chalked it up to "whatever gets you off".

It was an interesting article, it went on for another page with tips for ponies who couldn't use magic to tie ropes, places in major cities that sell such paraphernalia, and instructions on how to use gags and harnesses.

It was informative, but something else was buzzing inside your head.

"Is this realy what Lyra's into?!"

Did she harbor a secret fantasy of being whipped and bound up like a turkey? But an even bigger question came after that.

"Does Lyra want ME to do this stuff to her?!"

Not that you weren't interested by that sort of "play", but Lyra gave almost no hint to having this kind of fetish. You then noticed that the page the article started on was doggy eared at the top. Meaning that she had marked it so she could come back and read it again.

The magazine's date of publication said it was a little over a year old. It had marks on it from being folded, and the front and back cover were fading at their corners. So it was clear that Lyra really loved this magazine.

This notion made you feel bad in a way. You and Lyra enjoyed a very romantic and hot sex life, but compared to the stuff in this magazine your usual hoof holding, neck kissing, and gentle touching sex seemed vanilla.

You could remember a time when Lyra begged you to push her head down hard into a pillow while you pounded her from behind, and another when she told you to pull her mane as hard as you could. Both times never raising any red flags, until now.

Was it possible that she was trying to tell you something?

Lyra. She must have kept this a secret from you out of fear that you would think she's weird. What if she was feeling frustrated or unsatisfied with your usual love making?

It became clear to you that you were going to have to talk to her and tell her that you were open to the idea.

But wait, that wouldn't work.

If Lyra really did have a fetish like that, then it would be obvious that she doesn't want you asking and talking about it. She would likely want you to just do it!

Thoughts drifted through your mind of giving her a hard spanking as punishment for keeping this from you. Putting her in an outfit of leather straps and metal rings while you lead her around by leash.

Calling her bad names and being mean to her while she sobs and begs you to let her come.

You would never hurt her, but the idea of slashing her pert round rump with a cane until it was striped with welts filled you with a delicious sense of depravity.

Maybe you could order her to call you 'master'.

This was sounding better and better by the minute.

You got down again to put the magazine back where you found it. It was then that you spotted something you didn't see earlier.

A long rectangular metal box pushed to the far side under the bed. You reached over and jimmied it over to you where you pulled it out from underneath. The first thing you noticed about it was that it wasn't dusty at all for being something that was stored under a bed.

Now this was a tough one. You knew that if you opened it there would be no turning back. If it was (as you predicted) full of BDSM sex stuff then you would know for sure that Lyra was into it.

You slowly unhinged the clasp, the lid making a metal squeak as you lifted it.

The lid made a metal 'clack' as it hit the wood floor on the other side. It was just as you had expected.

From bottom to top it was stuffed full of all kinds of sex toys. A long and well made bull whip, a flexible looking cane made out of wood, a pink ball gag, an 'O' ring gag, various glass dildos, a metal magic canceling ring, an electric vibrating wand, a round, glass anal plug, collars, leashes, black rubber and leather straps, cuffs, and of course, two sexy outfits.

One was light pink with white lace trim. It looked like a corset, but there wasn't enough clothing to really call it anything. The other one was rubber, and looked like a pony couldn't wear it and expect to breath at the same time.

It was a lot to take in. This synched it, Lyra was a pony who wanted to be dominated, and best of all, by you.

But you realized that you had a cross roads here. On the one hand, you could pursue this, and possibly change your relationship with the girl you loved. Or you could just close this box, slide it back under the bed, and never think about it again.

But then Lyra would suffer alone, afraid that you would reject her and her strange hobby.

After thinking about it for ten seconds flat you realized that it just wasn't an option.

Lyra loved you more than life itself. When she was sad, she came to you. When you were sad she was always waiting with open hooves. When the weight of the world was crushing down on your shoulders she would just lay your head in her lap, and like magic it felt like there was nothing you couldn't handle.

How could you deny her anything?

The pony sat up with you all night when you were sick for Celestia's sake!

If Lyra wanted to be dominated, then you would take great pleasure in giving her what she wanted.

Great pleasure.

You left her room and went to go look out the window on the front of her house. Down the street you saw your mare strolling toward the house, a sight that made your heart flutter.

She was wearing her workout clothes, a pair of pink shorts that almost looked like panties, and a loose fitting white shirt. her mane was held back with a pink elastic.

She would no doubt be sweaty from her workout, something you greatly loved.

An idea poped into your head on how you could both surprise her, and 'inform' her that she had been busted.

Quickly you rushed downstairs and flattened yourself into a corner that was next to the door.

In moments the door opened, and Lyra walked inside, sipping from a bottle of water she held in her magic. The sweet aroma of her sweat came into contact with your nose almost instantly. For a moment you imagined the smell lifting you off your feet like in one of those old cartoons.

She looked like she had just run through a sprinkler before coming home, and her butt squeezed into those little shorts was making your mouth water. As soon as the door was shut you moved in behind her. Your arms wrapped around her chest, and you lifter her so she was standing on her hind legs. She let out a sharp 'eeep', her water bottle falling to the ground with a splash. She instantly realized from the hands who it was.

Your hands moved up under her shirt to rub and tickle her soft chest with your fingers, causing her to let out a happy 'mmmmmm!'.

"Oh sweetie, she whispered to you as she melted in your arms. "I missed you sooo, much. Wen did you get here? Were you waiting long?"

You brought your head down a bit so you could nuzzle your cheek against her soft, warm neck. "Just got here actually. Almost went mad waiting for you though," you replied as you moved up to nuzzle her ear.

Lyra's hooves gently touched and rubbed your arms as you moved them around on her body. The sweat made her slick and sticky, and her smell was so strong that you felt dizzy. If you could, you would bottle her sweat and dab it on your pillow when you two were apart.

You remembered that you had something important to tell her, but for now you just wanted to enjoy holding and bonding with her.

Moving back down again, you found her collar bone. Beads of sweat dripped and left streaks on her coat as they ran down her shoulder and to her chest. Without warning you opened your mouth and caught the bone between your teeth, immediately beginning to chew on it like a dog.

Lyra's whole body began to shiver, despite being covered in sweat, and with your hands you could feel her heart begin to beat harder and faster. Your own heart took on the same tempo, something that warmed you inside. Her tail started swishing from side to side while she tried not to moan out loud, but instead making cute little noises as she breathed heavily.

All the while that wonderful aroma was getting you drunk on her. For a moment you wondered if it was pheromones, trying to make you like an animal, and filling you with the desire to mate.

You released her collar bone from your mouth, a thin strand of saliva still connecting you to her. With one hand you moved her mane to one side as you cuddled into the nape of her neck. Droplets of sweat ran down her neck, touching your nose and wetting your chin. You could feel the moist heat rising from under her shirt, feeling like a sauna.

You gently kissed over and over again up and down the back of her neck, her voice now making a little 'Ah!' or 'Oh!'.

"Sweetheart~," she gently moaned. "I know that we haven't seen each other for a whole month, and I can't wait to…"catch up", but can it wait tell after I'm done showering? I do kinda stink."

The thought of washing this smell down the drain sounded criminal to you. But it was the perfect opportunity to test her.

"Leave it on. I love your stink," you said cooly to her. You couldn't see it, but you knew that her cheeks were red from that comment.

"Lye Bunny? I found something interesting today in your room," to this her hooves froze in there movements.

"It was a pretty raunchy magazine under your bed. Oh, and some kinda box." You decided to go with a blitz attack.

Her body now felt like it was lightly trembling in your arms, but at the same time she was stiff as a board.

"Lye Bunny, are you keeping secrets from me?" Your tone was as sweet and sinister as a thief in the night.

"N-no! Of course not! Uh…..Bon Bon! Yeah, Bon Bon must have left it last time she visited."

Her trembling continued.

"Heh, heh……I, uh, think she might have a problem."

You suspected that she wouldn't be outrightly honest with you, but you had a trick to find out if she was lying.

"If that's the truth, then look me in the eyes and tell me they're not yours."

Now her heart was thumping like a drum.

"N-no. I can't…p-please don't make me," she pleaded, her voice sounding like she was on the verge of tears.

In the many months that you had been together with Lyra you had only seen her cry three times.

Three.

The first time was when she accidentally cut the pad of her hoof while she was making you a special dinner. She sobbed as you cleaned the cut and bound it with bandages. She confessed that she wasn't crying because it hurt, but because she was upset about messing up the first dinner she made for you. You kissed the base of her horn and told her you would eat it even if it was burnt and covered in blood. It wasn't a lie.

The second was when you fell off of a ladder as you were changing a lightbulb. Lyra told you she could just use her magic to change it, but you wanted to be the reliable boyfriend and show off a little. You had a small injury on your forehead that was bleeding a little bit. She was hysterical as she tended your wound. You on the other hand couldn't help but chuckle at your girlfriend's loving hysteria.

The third and last one was when you were thirty minutes late stepping through the portal. The portal only opens for two weeks every thirty days.
You were caught up in work, so you were late, and since it was your sides turn for the portal, Lyra couldn't come through to look for you.
In a headlong dash you jumped through screaming "IM HERE!" as you landed on the other side. You looked up to see a misty eyed mint unicorn, she had been crying while she waited for you.

"It is your's, isn't it?"

Lyra's sniffling quickly turned to her gently crying. You felt her go limp in your arms like a rag doll.

"Y-you hate me now, right?"

She began to bawl between hiccups, her tears falling onto her already wet shirt.

"You think I'm some perverted freak, don't you?"

Without responding, you squeezed her close to you, eliciting a gasp from your mare.

"Bunny, I would love you even if you were into cat sweaters and crack. I wouldn't like it, but I would never stop loving you."

Lyra wiped her nose and snorted hard.

"R-really? You don't think it's weird?"

You turned her around to look at her face.

"Are you kidding? If anything I'm upset that you kept this a secret from me. You naughty little bunny."

Lyra's cheeks flushed as she smiled shyly. Her forelegs wrapped around your neck as she squeezed you snugly, her moist shirt soaking through your own.

"Oh sweetie, I was stupid for thinking you wouldn't understand."

'smack!'

Lyra let out a sharp cry of pain when she felt you slap her rump hard.

"S-sweetie, w-what are you-"

"You've been a very bad girl, Bunny," you whispered into her ear.

"Very bad."

Lyra's eyes widened. Her heart felt like it was going to pop it was going so fast. You grabbed under her jaw, holding her head in place.

"I'm going to take over your training from now on."

Lyra at first looked shocked, but her expression soon softened, and a bashful smile crested her lips.

"Oh sweetie, I've always dreamed of this day."

You kissed her on the lips before picking her up like a baby to carry her upstairs.

"Not "sweetie" but "master", right?"

"Y-yes……master."

Upstairs you retrieved the box and got to work binding up your pet. You started by throwing her to the floor and ripping her white shirt from her body in shreds, you kept her short shorts in tact though, throwing them on the bed. You then placed the magic canceling ring on her horn and affixed it to her head. Lyra whimpered and pleaded with a little 'no' here and there, but you put her in her place by giving her face a firm slap. It shocked her since you had never hit her before, but you could see it in her eyes that she liked it.

You affixed straps on her fore hooves and back hooves. She could still walk, but it was more of a waddle/limp kind of walk. You strapped her neck with a black collar to further make her feel like the slave she now was. Her rump was framed with a pink mini skirt that only accentuated her pert rump

Her tail was tucked into a strap around her belly, and she was kept quiet with the ball gag firmly in her mouth.

She whimpered and drooled as she tried with difficulty to move around. You used your foot to nudge and push her around on the floor. With her restricted movement she looked like a newborn giraffe, hobbling and limping around made her look so cute.

"Whats wrong, Bitch, having trouble walking?" You asked, sounding like a bully.

Lyra responded with an embarrassed whimper, a wet slurping sound came from around her gag.

You knelt down in front of her and attached a nylon leash to her collar, giving it a firm yank to force her forward.

"When I pull your leash you come, Bitch. Understand?"

Lyra cowered before you, but nodded nervously.

You yanked the leash, causing her to almost fall over as she stumbled to heel next to you. You bent over and raised your hand. Lyra flinched thinking you were going to strike her again, but was surprised when she felt you gently pat her head. She looked up at you with a glimmer of wonder in her eyes.

"There there, little bunny. Master isn't going to hurt you. Not more than I need to make you obey."

Lyra nodded in understanding, a small puddle of drool on the floor under her mouth.

You picked up the box and pulled the leash. If you were going to break her in, then you were going to do it in a more appropriate place. You led your pet pony with some difficulty down the stairs and to the door under the stairs that led to the basement.

The basement was perfect. The walls were a dull gray stone with polls and shelf hooks on the walls that would work for restraints. Aside from a long metal table it was completely empty.

You placed the loop of the leash on a wall hook and removed your shoes and shirt, but left your jeans on. Placing a bare foot on the back of her head you pushed her head to the floor, putting her in a downward dog position.

Lyra complied, not wanting to upset her "Master", but she couldn't stop her mind from reeling with fearful thoughts of what you were going to do to her.

You bent down behind her and took her ass in both hands. You spread her cheeks apart, her small, pink anus there to behold. You buried your face in the sweaty crack of her ass, reveling in the sweet, bitter smell of her rump. Lyra squealed with delight at the wonderful feeling of having your face in her butt.

Being her boyfriend, you were always drawn to her butt like a moth to a flame. But Lyra, trying to maintain her facade as the "delicate girlfriend" always blocked you to all but touching it.
But now that she was your slave there was no reason to hold back anymore. You could tease and eat her ass out to your hearts content.

You found her puckered anal muscle and began washing it with your tongue. Her sweaty asshole tasted as good as it smelt, and Lyra's legs began to feel weak from your ministrations.

You drilled your tongue into her hole to clean her deeper, and Lyra pulled her rump forward, shocked by the new sensation. Your tongue swirled and pushed deeper and deeper, trying to get as good a taste as you could.

Lyra was unsure about this new feeling in her butt, but surprisingly it felt wonderful to her. She felt embarrassed to have you paying so much attention to her most dirty place, but she loved how you were using her like a toy instead of a pony.

She would spend hours playing with herself while fantasizing about you dominating her, hitting her, whipping her, calling her things like "bitch" and "slut" and "whore". She would bind herself up so tight it hurt while using her magic to fuck herself with a dildo, imagining it was you.

It was all like a delicious nightmare come true.

You pulled your tongue from her anus with a 'slurp'. You let a stream of drool fall onto her hole before giving her a hard slap to the flank.
Leaving her in that position you got up and looked through the box. Pulling out the cane you went back to where she stayed put.

"Thats a good little bitch," you cooed to her as she trembled. She couldn't see you or what you were holding.

You swung the cane, slicing the air and causing it to make a terrifying swishing sound as you swung. Lyra flinched and cowered at the sound of the cane.

"Im going to strike you ten times," you stated matter-of-factly.

"I want you to count out the hits. If you miss one, I'll start all over."

The threat seemed to scare her, cause she nodded wildly while looking back at you with fear in her eyes. You swung the cane through the air, Lyra flinging and whimpering like a pathetic sheep.

The second and third time you swung it she still flinched, fearing the pain to come.

You gently placed the cane against her rump and rubbed it up and down over her coat. She squeaked when you started gently tapping it on her butt.

You raised the cain and brought it down with a sharp 'thwack' to her rump.

"MMMMMMMPH!" She screamed as best she could around the gag.

Her rump had a big red welt across both cheeks. She was trembling wildly while tears rolled down her face.

At first you felt disgust at the very pit of your stomach. But it soon turned to a strange feeling of excitement. Like you felt more powerful seeing the mare you loved beneath you, trembling and crying in both pain and ecstasy.

"I didn't hear a number, Bitch."

Lyra let out a shocked and scared sound as she realized that she forgot to count.

"Thats ok, we'll just start over."

To this she moaned in dread.

You raised the cain again and brought it down just as hard to make an 'X' with the other welt.

'THWACK!'

"MMMMMMMMMMPH!…..FWUN!" She muffled.

"There you go, thats a good bitch. You can still count. Just do your best."

'THWACK!'

"THEW!"

'THWACK! THWACK!'

"THWEE! FHURE!"

You looked down between her legs, she had a steady stream of sticky clear fluid leaking from her pink, swollen pussy. She looked like she was going to cum any minute.

Her eyes were shut tight while crocodile tears fell from her eyes. Her nose was running, and her lower lip and chin had a long trail of drool hanging to the floor. It was all she could do to stay standing, her rump felt like it was on fire, and the cool air on her dripping pussy was making her feel more exposed than she was already.

'THWACK!'

"FWIFEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

As she screamed she came hard. Unable to hold her bladder with the pain, she let loose with a hard stream of piss all over the floor.

This was a side of Lyra you had never seen before. She slumped to the floor, into the puddle of her own pee.

"YOU STUPID BITCH!" You bellowed as you brought the cane down right on her cutie mark.

"You made a nasty mess, and you came without asking permission. You're more like a sow than a pony aren't you? ARENT YOU?!"

So full of shame and embarrassment she could die, Lyra nodded, her cheeks so red it almost covered her whole face.

"'sigh', well since you're such a pathetic sow, I guess I can forgive you this one time. But if you come without asking permission again, I'll whip you tell the skin comes off. UNDERSTAND?!"

Again she nodded.

"Good bitch. Lets continue."

Lyra shakily raised her rump back into the air as she got ready for more punishment.

'THWACK!'

"THICKS!"

'THWACK THWACK!'

"THEFEN! ATGTH!"

'THWACK!'

"NIGN!"

For the last one you tickled her butt cheeks with the tip of the cane, poking a welt with it. Lyra moaned and squealed as you delayed the inevitable.

"You've done very well, little whore. Are you ready for this last one?"

A simple whimper was her best "yes".

You raised the cain way over your head, bringing it down harder than all the previous ones.

The sound was like thunder as it landed with a meaty thud against her already tender meat.

"THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!" She screamed out of pain.

You checked her pussy to make sure she didn't break the rules again.

She didn't.

You took a few deep breathes to settle the fire in your chest. Then you got some towels and a bucket of cold water.

You used the towels to soak up her piss still on the floor. You threw half the bucket of ice cold water on the now paralyzed unicorn writhing on the floor. She floundered and gasped through her nose as the water revived her a little.

The rest of the water you used to clean up her rump and pussy, but leaving the rest of her wet and cold.

Once the mess was up, you got a folding chair and set it up a few feet away from Lyra.

She watched you curiously as you moved closer to her and reached around to unfasten her gag.

She sucked in a deep breath once the her mouth was free from the ball. Her jaw was loose, and as soon as the ball was taken away a waterfall of saliva fell from her lower lip.

"Stick out your tongue," and Lyra let it flop out of her open mouth.

You grabbed the organ with your mouth and started sucking on it. Lyra moaned with pleasure as she watched you greedily devour her tongue.
Your teeth gently bit into her flesh, pulling it as you brew away from her.

With a wince of pain from Lyra, your teeth pinched off from the tip of her tongue.

You took a seat in the chair and undid your fly. Through the zipper you pulled out your already hard dick, Lyra's eyes widening at the sight of her beloved penis.

Her mane was soaked and hung in strands over her face, making her look like a desperate little slut.

You waved your cock from side to side, teasing her with the sight of raw cock, her eyes fixed on it.

"You want this, don't you?"

She gulped hard.

"Y-yes, Master."

You gave it a stroke up and down, touching yourself to further tease her.

"Do you want to taste it?"

Now she was breathing hard, her chest moving with her heavy respiration.

"Yes…….Master."

"It's yours, go ahead and take it."

Lyra smiled as she hobbled as quickly over to your dick as she could.

Until the leash stopped her just short of her prize. She made throaty sounds as she stuck her tongue out, the tip just barely touching the head of your penis.

"Ah ahhhhhhh," was the sound she made as she tried to reach your cock, but she just couldn't get to it.

"What's the matter? I thought you wanted to suck on it."

"Ahhhhhhh! Haaaaaa!" She moaned desperately, tortured that she couldn't swallow your cock.

"Weeeeeeel, If you don't want it I guess I can just put it back in my-"

"No please! Let me suck it! I want it soooooo bad!"

Lyra had a mad look in her eyes. If it weren't for the ring on her horn she would have ripped the leash from the wall and swallowed you in one gulp.

Lyra had always been a lover of oral sex, being the loving mare she was. She never saw it as a "favor" or a "chore", she always saw it as making love with her mouth. Connecting with the one she loved in a way that strengthened both love and trust.

Not to mention she loved the taste of your cock and semen.

You couldn't help but feel sorry for the pathetic mess of a slave.

"Ohhhhhhhh, alright then. Since you've been such a good bitch, I'll let you have it."

Her face lit up like a star, and she bowed her head to the floor.

"Thank you, master. Thank you for your cock."

You scooted the chair closer to her, and finally she was able to sink her head down on your cock, only choking once as she took you to the base.

"AH! Thats a good bitch. Don't stop until I feed you."

She only replied by bringing her head up and then back down with a hard thrust, gaging herself as she sputtered around your cock. You could feel the head of your dick rub against the back of her throat as she choked herself on you.

You gently ran a hand through her mane, letting her know she was doing a good job.

"Look at me, you hungry little bitch," you harshly ordered as you gently petted her.

Her glossy golden eyes looked up at you as if to ask, "Is this good, Master?".

Your petting spurred her to skull fuck herself with you phallus. Gaging, sputtering, nose running, eyes watering. Lyra was going to make you come, and soon.

The tingling sensation told you it was time. So you gripped her mane in both fists as you pumped her face like a sex toy harder, and harder, and harder.

"AH, AH, AH, NGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" You moaned as a flood of jizz shot out of your tip and splashed against the back of her throat with great force.

Lyra gaged when she felt you pop inside her mouth. An act that caused a load of cum to spray out her nostrils and all over your pants.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as you continued to fire wad after hot wad into her inviting mouth. It was all she could do to keep swallowing so she didn't drown in your man milk.

Finally you felt it recede, and you loosened the grip you had on her mane. Her mouth slowly lifted from your softening dick.

Her mouth was a mess of white fluid and saliva. She panted like she had just ran a five K, her jaw as loos as a drunken teen on prom night.

"You did very good," you praised, using your thumb to move a glob on her cheek into her mouth where she sucked it like a foal.

"What do you say, Bitch?"

She swallowed what was in her mouth before blinking sweetly at you.

"Thank you for using my face like my p-p-pussy…..Master."

You leaned down and gave the base of her horn a soft kiss.

"Now we can get serious….."

~Ten minutes latter~

"MMMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMM!"

Lyra squealed and squirmed like a worm on the cold metal table. You bound all four of her limbs to each leg of the table. Spreading her out like a pig about to be dissected.

In her mouth you had re-inserted the ball gag so she couldn't have the simple release of screaming while you held the furiously vibrating ball of the massage wand to her sensitive clit.

You had been holding the wand there for almost five minutes now, and Lyra looked like she was going to go crazy. She begged you twice in a muffled voice to let her come, but each time you were a steadfast "No, hold it".

She was crying and thrashing like she was having a seizure, her brain screaming "COME!", "ORGASM!", "COME!".

But she knew what would happen if she did it without permission, so she tried to clench her muscles and concentrate on something else.

Meanwhile you were in ecstasy watching her writhe in agony while you moved the bulb of the wand around on her pink pussy.

A large puddle was forming on the table under her slit, her anus puckering and clenching as she was driven by the cruel electric device. Not even an hour after coming and you were even harder than you were before.

If you had known that BDSM was like this than you would have tried it years ago.

"MAFTER, CAN I PWEASH CUMB?!" She begged between convolutions.

You mulled it over in your head before smiling at her.

"Ok, but it better be a big one. Let me see you come with everything you've got!"

With that she went as rigid as a tree. The scream she let out defied reality. It was a whaling song of intense pain and the greatest pleasure a pony could feel in her life. A jet stream of clear liquid sprayed from deep inside her pussy, making an ark and splashing against the back wall of the basement.

Her pleasure racked body convulsed upward against her restraints, and for a moment you thought that she could actually break them.

But before that it was over. In an instant the torrent of girl cum stopped, and her exhausted body fell limp against the table.

She twitched and spasmed as her chest rose and fell with labored breathing.

You couldn't hold back any longer. You whipped off your pants and climbed onto the table and over the delirious mare. Your shadow over her brought Lyra back to the present as you pulled the gag out of her mouth.

"M-Master?"

You brought your mouth down and kissed her deep with your tongue, gently tickling the inside of her maw. Her own tongue met yours, and soon she began gently moaning into your mouth.

You broke the kiss and looked deeply into her gold colored eyes. Her cheeks were red and she looked tired, but her eyes spoke only of the deepest love.

"Its time for your insemination. Are you ready?"

She briefly diverted her gaze away from you out of embarrassment. But soon met yours again.

"I-I am my masters slave. I'm happiest when my master uses me as he pleases."

You entered all the way inside her.

"Ah~!"

"Thats a good bunny," you whispered to her, using your pet name for her this time.

Without any warming up, you began thrusting inside her in the missionary position. Thrusting so hard that she bounced up and down under you like a pony fuck toy.

Her inner walls were gripping you so hard it was like they were hugging your cock. Sweat was pouring from your body and onto Lyra where it evaporated from her super heated body.

Her intermittent contractions were like nothing you had ever felt before. Something that could never have happened without all the prior stimulation.

You felt your head get fuzzy, everything seemed to blur together, except for the mare tied up like a slave that you were drilling with the force of a machine.

In the haze you could make out her screaming "MASTER!" at the top of her lungs.

Suddenly her pussy clamped down on you and began milking you from bace to tip, and thats when you came.

You shoved inside as far as posable and let loose with bursts of thick cum.

It all went black after that.

****

The sensation of something tickling your neck woke you up. You were still on top of Lyra who was gently kissing and licking one spot on your neck.

"H-how long was I out?" You asked wearily.

"Only a few minutes. Are you ok, Hun?"

"Yeah, I'm better than ok," you replied getting off the table an untying your girl from her restraints.

"S-Sweaty? I don't think I can walk. Would you carry me?"

You smiled and responded by bending over her and picking her up like a princess. With what strength she had, she nuzzled into your shoulder and made cute cooing sounds.

You took her to the bathroom where you washed yourself and her from horn to hoof, taking extra long to gently wash her back and under her forearms while she made little "mmmmmmm"'s of satisfaction.

Once you two were all clean, it was time for bed. So after a glass of water for you both to rehydrate, you carried your still immobile girlfriend upstairs and into the comfy bed.

Lyra laid almost completely ontop of your chest, her head on your shoulder.

"Did you like…..all that, Lye Bunny?"

She used a hoof to gently rub your side.

"It was even better than I hoped it would be," she replied dreamily.

"I wasn't to rough with you, was I?"

To this question, a deep blush came to her cheeks.

"You were really rough. But thats what I loved most about it. If you had gone easy on me you would have been saying you thought I was weak. Being rough told me that you believed I was strong enough to handle it."

She yawned deeply, saying that she wasn't long for the waking world.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Bunny?"

Lyra thought about it for a second.

"W-well, my bum is a little sore. Could you rub it for me tell I fall asleep?"

You smiled and kissed the tip of her horn.

"You got it."

Her butt felt bumpy from the welts you left on her. But it was soft and warm like a security blanket. It only took a minute tell you felt the gentle rhythmic breathing that told you she was asleep.

Followed not far behind by you.

As you drifted to sleep, thoughts and ideas of what you could do to her next wafted in your mind.

"Best visit ever."

Author's Note

Hope that you all loved it. Chapter two will come out once I do some "research".

I dedicate this story to Lyra. Thanks for believing in us, even when we don't deserve to be believed in.

All my love and friendship to you all.

-H