Hand Servant

"Okay Taggart, I'm coming inside. You better have this all set up." She walked in with Celestia trailing behind her, and they both gasped. I hung from the ceiling by a system of ropes and metal bars, keeping my legs and arms spread. I had set before my body a makeshift whip, ball gag and... well, I wanted to make certain that she had all the power she could be given, so I included some instruments such as a short metal rod with grooves along the side. I would have made more things, but there was only so much time and I only had so many resources.

"This is..." Luna began, and then paused.

"You like her more than me, don't you." Celestia said, a bit flatly. I think I smirked. I recall feeling pain so yeah, I probably did smile. Luna walked over to me, and observed the tools. She picked the whip up with her magic, and cracked it against the wall to observe.

"How did you even make this?" She asked. I didn't answer. She looked over to her sister with a mocking smile. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?" With a frown, Celestia saw herself out of the room, and closed the door. Just me and her now. I was entirely at her mercy. Fascinating.

"So... How should I start?" She asked.

"However it pleases you." I stated, trying to take some of the lack of feeling out of my voice. It didn't work, but she was accustomed to my blatant apathy to her, her sister, and the world in general. She picked up some more of the tools and looked at them all with confusion.

"If you wish..." I began, wanting to move this along, "We could attempt forplay. Say, I pretend to be someone else, like a prisoner, or something. I have a number of prepared personas ready to be used." She thought for a moment.

"Yes, I do like that idea. You are my prisoner, and I am here to punish you."

"Oh please be gentle." I began, already getting into character.

"For the atrocities you have committed? You and I are going to be here for a long time." She said, in a voice commanding and imposing. From this point and onward, the thoughts will be those of me affected by a forced personality. I only think I feel the way I do from here onward, I am still the same person though am unaware of it.

The princess of the night stood before me, as I hung from the ceiling by my hands and knees. She had a sultry grin, and I was about to ask what was going on when, thwack! I found myself being whipped right on my ass and chest repeatedly. Thwack! Thwack! I grimaced at first, but then I found myself gasping and smiling. I was about to ask for more, but I didn't need to. She spent a few moments whipping me wherever she pleased, but then stopped. With tears and giggles, I found myself being lowered slightly from the ceiling. I hit the ground softly, and saw the whip being dropped.

"This isn't my thing." Luna said, and moved the tools over to the side of the room. I looked up at her in confusion, and she turned to me with eyes boring deep into me.

"Taggart." She said.

"Uh... What?" I asked, still slightly quivering.

"Wake up." The feeling of fear and anticipation left, and I remembered what was going on.

"Alright then, Princess. If you aren't a dominating type, perhaps a slow paced, sensual mood will be more your speed." I walked up to her and pressed my lips tightly against hers. I had tried this method long ago, and it was successful. History... so repetitive. She got right in the swing of things, but I am stronger willed than she, and I forced her down onto her back. I stalled for a minute, not sure how to progress, and then decided to begin rubbing my hands all over her body. It stimulated her, I think. I thought about how soft she was, as I rubbed her back and down her legs. Pulling out from the kiss, I moved down to the area between her legs and began wetting my tongue all along the area between her thighs. It felt warm against my cheeks. I held my mouth there for a moment, not doing anything but enjoying her warmth, then I got back to tasting her wonderful juices.

After a  few moments, I was getting bored. Unfortunately, it doesn't matter how I feel about it. She was enjoying herself, so I just had to put up with it. After a few moments of tasting Luna's insides, she grabbed my head with her hooves and pulled me up for more kissing. She muttered the name of some pony a couple of times. Probably pretending I was them. Lucky. I thought.

Still making out with her, I positioned myself between her folds so I could enter suddenly. She must not have noticed me getting into place, however, because she gasped with surprise when I entered her and nearly sucked all the breath out of my lungs. I had to breath through her nose in order to make up for the lost air, and that was an experience I don't want to repeat. Anyway, gripping her rump tightly, I hefted her upwards to take in all my length. I slid in easier than a lollipop. I then rutted her for a good twelve minutes, and then she finally came. And so ended round 1.