The doorbell jolts you out of your almost sleep. You'd spent most of the day in a state between anticipation and forced nonchalance, and in the excitement of the coming evening, your brain started to fatigue itself from the run through of what was to come. The distinctive sound of chimes through the house is enough to bring you back to reality, and a surge of new energy flows through your veins, accompanied by rapid blinking of your eyelids as you feel wakefulness return.
she's here, and the evening is ready to begin.
You catch yourself trying to give your composure a once over before you open the door, and have to remind yourself there's no need to do so. Part of your mind always has trouble making a transition between the way you know you should be thinking, and the way you're used to. It's something that comes more and more naturally with time, but it does require the occasional self-reminder. You'd count on her to remind you, but she's not often in any state to give direction, or even suggestions.
You take a deep breath, and open the door.
A face hidden by a bright multicoloured mane greets you. The pony on your doorstep is a bright cyan blue, and her eyes are locked firmly on the ground at your feet. Her wings are ruffling nervously on her back, the way you might tap your fingers against each other if you were anxious. Even though the air inside your house moments ago was warm and inviting from the scent of a freshly prepared dinner, you feel as though your breaths are sharpened when the outside air creeps in. You can hear her breathing: it's high-pitched and more laboured than seems necessary, dragging in oxygen as though it's an effort that requires permission. You smile.
"Come inside, rainbow dash."
The pegasus gives a response somewhere between a bow and a nod, which results in her legs twisting over each other as she makes her way inside. Normally so graceful, she almost trips over herself on her way into your house. Her movement is hurried, taking every pain to enter as fast as possible. There was no undue insistence in your tone when you spoke, but that doesn't seem to have a bearing on her behaviour. Your smile widens.
dash's gaze is still locked on the floor. She's rocking back and forth on her hooves anxiously, refusing to look you in the eye. Being so much smaller than you, that means you don't get even a single glimpse of her pretty face - but you can see her neck through the haphazard sprigs of her rainbow hair jutting out from her head. It's thin and blue, just like the rest of her lithe athletic frame. At the base of her neck where it meets her chest, dash is wearing a black leather collar, with studs fitted evenly around the length, and a single hoop ring at the center right below her chin. You close your eyes for a moment, and inhale slowly. The scent of dinner in the other room is almost drown out by something else, an imperceptible and hesitant electricity. Her breathing is still there, loud and laboured. You open your eyes again. she hasn't moved. Curious, you raise your right hand experimentally, holding it above your shoulder. Even though her eyes are glued to the floor, you can feel dash supress a flinch, and her breathing quickens. You notice her left shoulder jitter ever so slightly inward towards her body.
"Is something the matter, dash?"
rainbow dash shakes her head very fast, high-pitched breaths coming through her nose, mingled with what you now realise is an anxious whinny, like the sound she might make if she was threatened with her life, an unseen attacker poised to strike her across the face, or pressing a knife to her throat. A very lovely demonstration.
"Come on, didn't you come over tonight to relax?" You end your sentence in a smirk, emphasizing the last word. Dash's body stiffens visibly, her limbs held stoically static for a moment. Her breathing changes, switching from rushed and almost terrified hisses to a longer sound, slow and steady gulps of air taking their place. Dash raises her head as she breathes, and you see her face for the first time tonight. Her eyes are closed. She takes several more breaths, and then opens her eyes. Her mouth twists into a nervous smile.
"Ready for dinner?" you ask.
She nods, much more composed than before.
"...Yeah... it smells really good." Dash's voice still isn't quite normal. It sounds younger, on the verge of cracking with every word. The way her cheeks flush along with her youthful annunciation sends a tingle through your body, coursing through your fingertips from a location below your belt. You try to put it out of your head for the time being.
Smiling, you extend your hand to Dash, and she meets your fingertips timidly with her hoof. You don't feel her stereotypical confidence behind her movement - instead, it feels like guiding a dependent towards the kitchen, sheltering and ferrying them through a harsh storm. She keep her gaze averted for the most part, but every few seconds will force you a glance and a nervous grin, as though she's reminding herself. The fingers on your free hand feel tense, and you clench them into your palm, staring at the collar around her neck as you pull her chair out.
Pretenses sometimes seems unnecessary, but the waiting makes things much sweeter.
Dinner is a pleasant distraction. You don't pride yourself as a masterful cook, but you're more than skilled enough to put together something that's to Dash's liking, and your own as well. As the meal goes on, you catch glances of a lighter attitude breaking through Dash's restrained demeanour. Her laughs sparkle in the otherwise quiet dining room, and when she smiles now, she looks sincere, beaming at you with her eyes wide and bright.
But, you catch yourself teasing her in conversation. At random intervals, certain words intoned sharply, glances to her eyes and collar that mean more than a simple look. You feel almost giddy when she jumps from her casual laid-back attitude to moments of almost panic, her eyes widening, and her breath quickening ever so slightly for a moment before she realizes you're just taunting her. She doesn't object in the slightest, rolling along each instance in stride, and averting her eyes when she hears the force in your voice when you choose to provoke her. The way she jumps back and forth between both states is intoxicating, an overwhelming sense of control and purpose. You find yourself finishing dinner faster than you would normally, ignoring whatever amount of hunger your body is actually insisting in favour of clearing away the meal and making your way to the rest of the evening. Dash eats demurely, maintaining proper table manners in a way that seems unexpected given her usual brashness. Things are different when she's around you - most of the time, anyway.
Dash clears the table when you push away your plate.
"Did you enjoy your meal?" you ask her as she picks up one of the serving dishes between her hooves. She looks up at you when you speak. When her eyes meet yours, you narrow your gaze, hardening the intensity of your look to unforgiving steel. She looks away almost immediately, locking her eyes firmly on the floor.
"Yes, i did, M-" she starts the word, but catches herself, her lips sputtering the syllables into nothingness. As commanding as your gaze might have been, there are thing left unsaid. She swallows, and looks up at you again, her eyes twinkling with nervousness. "Yes, I did. It was delicious, thank you."
Some ponies would have paid good bits to hear Rainbow Dash speak in such a cordial manner. You simply grin to yourself, and wave Dash towards the sink with your hand. She hurries off with the plates and glasses she's collected, getting to work on the cleaning wihout even being asked.
You don't need to tell her to hurry, but you find yourself willing her to work faster. You stand behind her as she works at the sink, watching her legs extend to place the dishes on their drying rack. Her body bends as she washes, and your eyes trace over her, starting from her hooves along the floor and snaking upwards, over her taut hindquarters and her folded wings coated in delicate feathers. Your stare lands on her neck, covered by the taper of her rainbow mane at the back, but not covered enough to hide the black leather of her collar completely. You feel a tingle under your jeans, and your fingers tense again.
"Don't take too long," you say, keeping your tone of voice as casual as possible "and meet me in the bedroom when you're done."
"Ye- okay, sure thing." Dash catches herself mid-sentence, and nods without turning as she busies herself with the rest of the dishes.
You make your way to your bedroom, unable to wipe the smile from your face.
You're lying on the bed, sprawled out with your head on the pillows when Dash shows up a few minutes later. She looks hesitant for a minute, but floats over with a light flap of her wings when she sees you smiling at her. Her body lands softly on the mattress and blankets besides you, and you turn as she touches down, laying your arm across her shoulders. She's facing away from you, snuggling the back of her body into you the way she's used to. You pull her close, and she sighs, closing her eyes and snuggling her warmth against you. Her wings are folded up against her back, and they press into your chest when you hold her, tickling you ever so slightly through the fabric of your shirt.
The two of you lie there for a moment, embracing and reveling in the closeness of your two bodies. Dash's breathing is soft, and you trace your fingers through her hair as she sighs quietly. You run one of your fingers behind her ear and playfully along the back of her neck, causing her to shiver slightly. She presses herself closer to you, and her hips push firmly back against your jeans. It's an inevitability of spooning like this, and a firm reminder of what's been on your mind the whole evening. You want to make it just a little more fun before things change, though.
"So," you begin, your voice casual and cheerful. "are you glad you came over to see me?"
"Of course I am." Dash answers. She turns her head and gives you a playful smirk. While her voice isn't the full on tomboyish gravel that she uses in normal conversation, it's closer, and your mind spins for ways to prod her into perfect normalcy.
"You did a good job with those dishes. Are you sure you're so keen on getting into the Wonderbolts? You'd make a good maid, or a housekeeper."
Dash catches your mischievous grin and matches it, turning around and giving you a playful shove in the shoulder with one of her forelegs.
"Hey! That's different... the faster flyer in Equestria isn't gonna wind up doing dishes for the rest of her life. I'm gonna be on the Wonderbolt team some day, and you know it."
"What, as their janitor?"
Dash's mouth drops in incredulous shock, and she shoves you with both hooves, tossing you onto your back. You laugh as she lands on top of you, tackling you against the bedsheets. Her hooves rest on your shoulders, and she grins as she pins you to the mattress.
That's the Rainbow Dash you were looking for.
The air between your two bodies is charged again, electric from a combination of playfighting and the thoughts in the back of both your minds since the evening began. You can see a spark in Dash's eyes as she stares down at you, locking her gaze to yours. She's grinning in the cocksure way she does to everyone else, challenging the world to send something her way she can't handle. Rainbow Dash has always prided herself on her intomitable spirit, feeling like no challenge is too big to take on.
Unfortunately (or fortunately) for her, there's a very particular vulnerability inherent in trust, and Dash has given you a great deal of that. You grin wider as she smiles down at you.
"Come on Dash, don't be like that. You know I'm just joking... I'm sure you'll make a fantastic Wonderbolt."
The air changes in an instant, still tingling with electricity you can feel on your skin, but shifting in temperature, from hot and airy to cool, and intentional. Dash doesn't move her gaze, but her eyes change, the spark in them fading to soft, subservient ice. You lock your eyes to hers, and blink once. She snaps her head to the side as though she's been struck.
"Oh! I... i'm sorry..."
Dash's breathing is quickened again. You're still wearing your grin, but it's twisted slightly, from lighthearted to a more devilish intent.
"I beg your pardon?" you say.
"Ah! i m-mean, i'm sorry, Master."
As Dash's words leave her mouth, you lay one of your hands on her back, rubbing languidly against the feathers of her wings. She isn't looking at you now, instead opting to stare furiously at the wall on the other side of the room. You weave your fingers through her wings, and lift your other hand, letting it rest on her shoulder, and sliding it slowly towards the collar around the base of her neck. Her breath is hot against your hand as you slide it underneath her chin, pressing your fingertips into her collar.
She's hardly moving. Despite the volume of her breathing, you can only just detect the motion of her chest as it goes up and down. Her limbs are locked rigidly in place as you continue running your hand in circles over her wings. The electric tingle of yearning in your fingertips has intensified to an almost burning sensation as you trail them above her collar, feeling the softness of her skin and fur against your touch. You lick your lips as you part your fingers, guiding them to circle around as much of her neck as you can take in your hand. Your motion is careful and measured, with no rush or undue intensity. You want to breathe in the moment, and savour every twitch of rainbow dash's body as you continue touching her. You feel her breathing intensify as your grip tightens ever so slightly around her neck. It's a perfect fit to your hand, just the right width to wrap your fingers around, but not quite have them meet at the back.
dash is watching you out of the corner of her eye. her limbs are still in place, but they're shaking, especially her hind legs, propping her up off the softness of the mattress. You move your left hand to the base of her wings, kneading the firmness of her joints before sliding higher, to the back of her neck. You run your palm over the fingers of your other hand on your way up, eventually letting your hand rest atop her head, tracing your fingers through her disheveled rainbow mane.
You keep your hand locked around her neck as you pet her hair. dash is silent but for the sound of her laboured breathing. Your grip isn't tight enough to provoke even the slightest loss of oxygen, but the way she's hissing through her nose with every intake of breath sounds like she can barely breathe. You spot a bead of sweat collecting on her forehead, and both her hind and front legs are shaking in earnest. You relax the grip on her neck and she draws a huge breath, her eyes widening as she feels the muscle tension in your arm. she bites her lower lip, and braces herself-
"Ah!"
Instead of clenching down on her neck as she expected, you ball your other hand into a fist, grabbing as much of her prismatic mane as you can, and tugging it sharply. You pull her off your body, and move yourself sideways as you change the direction of your tug, using it to throw rainbow dash down onto the bed beside you. she huddles in the sheets for a second before turning promptly to face you. her face is tucked in toward her body, making her look like a frightened kitten. she doesn't dare look you in the eye.
You grab one of her legs and lift yourself off the bed at the same time, pulling her towards, and then underneath you. You prop yourself up on your hands and hold your body over her. she's practically panting now, and she lets out a soft whimper as she feels the looming presence of your much larger frame overtop her soft, feminine body. As much as she might protest the definition, dash is the picture of sultry female sex-appeal, a quivering helpless pegasus collared and shuddering underneath her Master's every touch. her hind legs are crossed together, and she's rocking her hips enough for you to notice the movement. Smiling, you reach down and pull them apart, wasting no time in moving your hand between.
"Ah!" dash lets out another gasp, and her eyes close for a moment as you slide your hand along her slit. she's soaking wet, as expected. You trace along her lips, feeling the wetness of her arousal coating your fingertips. Despite her quivering and attempts at silence, you feel her push in to your touch.
"You always do enjoy having my hands around your neck, don’t you?" you ask as you continue sliding your hand up and down dash's dripping wet cunt. she shivers at the sound of your voice.
"yes, i do, Master..." she murmurs through her panting. dash's voice is still filled with its characteristic gravel and tomboyish smirk, but it's painted over by a much different tone. dash sounds like she's a filly, begging her mother to avoid a punishment - or, even stranger, as though she's on the verge of asking for one.
As you continue sliding your hand over her soaking slit, you move your body up the bed, and sit with your hips by dash's shoulder. Your reach is more than enough to make the position comfortable. dash is looking in your direction now, but her eyes are planted firmly on the thing nearest, which is the noticeable bulge in the front of your jeans. she doesn't balk even slightly when you grab her hoof with your free hand and guide it forward. she rubs eagerly at your cock behind the material of your clothing, pressing her hoof hard onto the length of your member hiding away from her touch proper.
You hand is drenched. dash is dripping onto your fingers like a faucet, and pawing hungrily at your jeans.
"you're soaking wet," you announce. dash hisses an intake of breath as you speak, dragging your finger up over her folds and rubbing it lightly against her clit. "Are you really that eager for your Master's cock?"
The question is rhetorical, for the most part.
"Yes, yes, please, Master..." even though you've only been touching her lightly, dash's reply is already a depraved begging. her body is arching to meet your caress.
"Then show me."
dash obeys immediately. she replaces the hoof on your jeans with her mouth, which she uses to skillfully undo your zipper. You pull your hand from between her legs, and though you can feel her legs twitch at the sudden absence of sensation, she doesn't protest. Your pants button follows next, and as dash tugs your jeans down, your erection springs upward to meet her, pointing outward obscenely underneath your boxers. dash grips the waistband in her mouth and slides your underwear down as well. her mouth practically waters when your cock is finally in plain view. she's on it instantly, slathering your shaft in saliva with her tongue, keen to prove her eagerness.
dash spends a minute coating every inch of cock before she takes it into her mouth. her lips are gentle at first, wrapping around your head before she moves her mouth forward, taking half your shaft in a single gulp. she bobs her head up and down on the sizable length several times, moaning softly every time the tip parts her lips. her vigor is impressive, especially given the size of your cock in relation to her mouth - but you can think of something you'd enjoy more.
dash is halfway down your shaft, humming with her eyes closed as you move your hands. One of them atop her head, and the other one on her neck. Before she can open her eyes, you grip her mane and pull her towards you, using your hand on her neck as leverage. The sudden force startles her, but even if she could muster the presence of mind to protest, you're much stronger than she is. In an instant, she's choking on your cock, the full length buried in her throat. You can feel her neck tensing, trying to pull her head back, but you grip the metal hoop at the front of her collar with two fingers in a circle, holding her in place. The feeling of her throat convulsing on your erection is ecstatic, and you let out a low groan as she sputters and gags, struggling to breathe and to pull herself backwards. Tears are welling in her eyes as she chokes, and she pounds at the bed frantically with her hooves, scrabbling for something to hold on to, to pull herself away, anything to bring the oxygen back. Her struggling grows weaker, though her throat continues its frantic convulsions, fighting desperately to expel the head of your cock sandwiched as deep as you can manage. As her hooves on the bed fade to almost nothing, you release your grip on her collar, and pull her head back by her hair, throwing her backwards onto the bed.
her cheeks are washed over with tears from her eyes watering, and she coughs loudly, wheezing and gasping for breath. You can feel a glare behind her eyes as she looks up, still averting her gaze from your face. It's one of the things you still adore about her - as quiet and subservient as she is at your commands, there's still an unbroken spark that shows up most of the time when such direct aggression enters the picture. The loss of oxygen is an entirely separate entity from something like forcing her down on your cock, especially without warning. You can sense a spark in her sometimes, the burning presence of her every day personality that burns brightest sometimes at the most inappropriate times; it makes beating her will down all the more satisfying. Speaking of which-
"That was very well done, but it hasn't made me forget you're due for a dose of punishment."
dash's eyes widen, and you see a red flush along her cheeks. she's biting back a retort, you can tell.
"i... punishment for what?" she asks. her voice is biting slightly, like she's in the pre-spar at the schoolyard waiting to get into a brawl. You can't help but smile. she's always more cooperative when you're touching her, which means that when you stop, "what? i - Master, punishment for what?" After being so rough without provocation, it's not uncommon for her to get a little riled up - all part of proceedings, in your mind.
"For your very flagrant breaking of the 'no eye contact rule' after you were directed to switch."
"Wha- I looked at you for a second!" You notice an extra change in her speech. The defiance is what you expected, but you're not unprepared.
"Did I ask for your input on the situation?"
Dash feels the cold tone in your voice, and subdues her grumbling. Despite her protests, you can feel a hesitation in her movements, halfway between her usual self-assured swagger and bending to the steel of your speech. She doesn't muster a proper answer, instead planting all four legs on the bed and turning away from you to face the far wall, assuming the position she knows you're going to want her in.
You remove you belt with a clink of your buckle, and step out of your clothes, lifting your shirt off and throwing it beside the bed with your jeans and underwear. You fold the ends of the belt together and take hold of the buckle, feeling its heft in your palm. You give the length of leather an experimental swing, and you feel Rainbow Dash jerk slightly against the bed as the sound whizzes by her ears.
"Five should be suitable for such a simple transgression, don't you think?"
Dash mutters under her breath, but nods obligingly. "...yes. 'should be fine."
You smile, and hold the end of the belt in your other hand, and pull it together with a snap that makes Dash jump.
"Better make it ten then."
Even though you can't see her face, you know Dash isn't happy with the increase. As tough as she might try to be most of the time, punishment has never sat well with her: partly due to the response violence has on her bravado, and partly due to the fact that she has a particularly sensitive set of hindquarters.
You lay the leather of the belt along one of her rear, sliding it softly over her taut backside. Dash shivers when the material runs along her skin, and you catch a surprised gasp as you slide the belt between her legs, touching against her slit ever so slightly. It's enough to get her back legs to quiver again.
"Remember to count, so I can be sure you understand the extent of your punishment."
"Fine..."
"Excuse me?"
Dash tightens her muscles when she hears the edge in your question, bordering on insulted anger. She might be defiant, but there are rules in place she's treading dangerously close to breaking, which would mean more punishment.
"I mean... Yes, Master, I'll remember to count."
You love the way her voice breaks into a higher register when she's behaving herself. The transition from low gravel to whimpering filly's voice is delightful. With the mood she's in right now, you can see things going either way - or rather, you could, if you didn't know exactly how to remind Dash where her state of mind should be.
You lift the belt over your shoulder and hold it there for a minute, letting Dash tense in preparation for the blow. She's shivering, knowing that if she flinches, she'll get a second strike on top of every one she's owed. You take a deep breath, and feel the ethereal weight in your arm, and swing the belt down rapidly, slamming it against Dash's flank with a crack.
"Ahh!" Dash hisses in pain, and her body arches, jutting her hips down into the bed. It could be either a positive or negative response, either grinding her hips forward or trying to get away from the stinging sensation on her rear. Dash's eyes are closed, and she's biting her lower lip, trying to restrain herself from a more vocal protest against her punishment. The first few times, she almost resorted to blows, before you taught her how to behave in a more proper fashion. Apparently there's still a lot to learn.
Dash's eyes flicker open in remembrance, and her mouth parts with labour.
"One..."
You can hear the resentment, and it's exactly what you want. You pause a moment before raising the belt. The second blow is faster, and harder.
"Ahhh, ff..." Dash quells a burst of profanity as her back arches again. The second blow leaves a great red mark on her right haunch, standing out perfectly against the blue of her coat. "Two..."
Her breathing is loud as you run the belt over her ass again, sliding the leather against her soft fur. You lift it just a little bit once or twice, giving her the lightest taps, teasing her with gentle almost smacks. You catch her moving back into the mock blows, caught in anticipation of the next proper swing, but enjoying the sensation of tender taps on her rear. You transition seamlessly from one tap into a full swing, slamming the belt down on the same spot as the last blow.
"Fuck!" Dash can't restrain her exclamation this time. The way the strike catches her off guard crumbles what's left of her composure, and you can feel the maelstrom of emotions mixing in her head, torn between full blown anger and ashamed arousal.
"Three!" She practically spits the word, jerking her head down and gritting her teeth. You don't leave her time to collect herself, and slam the belt down on her left side this time, prompting her hips to arch away in response.
"Four..." she says plainly, grumbling it low under her breath.
"Too hard for you?"
Dash's body freezes, and you're certain she's going to jerk her head around, look you in the eye, and spit in your face. She keeps facing forward, but can sense the glower in her eyes when she speaks.
"No. I'm fine... Master."
The last word is practically a taunt, the way she says it with so much venom. The build up is too much fun sometimes.
Two more blows in succession, neither of which prompt a yell in Dash's previous volume. She can't help but yelp, but the sounds are quiet, as though she's trying to prove to you that she's not really hurt. You're not even swinging at half strength though, and you can tell her rear is already sore.
"Five. Six."
The counting is a good system. It's exactly what you explained it to be; a reminder with every blow of the extent of the punishment. The numbers mean Dash has to keep thinking about how many times you've hit her, and how much she's stinging from every lash of the belt.
You give her a light one next, barely a tap landing almost in the center, a little bit higher on the small of her back. Part of you hopes she'll be so offended she turns and glares at you, but instead she simply gives the next number.
"Seven."
Time to make things more fun. You feel your shoulder tense as you raise the belt to its highest point, and swing it down with what feels like enough force to pull a door from its hinges. The sound of the leather against Dash's ass is as loud as a gunshot.
"Gahhhh!" Dash practically falls off the bed, pulling her body as far forward as she can, struggling to get away from the pain coursing its way through her nerves. You smirk in contentment as she grinds her hooves into the bed-sheets, trying to clear her head from the freshly developing stinging welt on her left cheek. Dash buries her face in the bed for a moment, biting down hard on the blankets. Eventually, she manages to pull herself upright, but her legs are shaking, whether from anger or response to the pain.
"...Eight..." she eventually manages, the sound forced through her clenched teeth.
"Did that one hurt?" you tease, running the belt along her ass, paying special attention to the spot you just hit. Dash doesn't turn, but you can feel her fuming.
"Yes, of course it did, d-... Master."
On the verge of insults now, this is getting fun.
"Do you need me to stop? We can just make it eight if you're not feeling up to the last two..."
"Just get it over with, for Celestia's sake!" Dash grinds her hooves into the bed. Just a little more prodding and you're certain you could push her over the edge into trying to throttle you; it's exactly where you want her.
You let the fact that she's just given you a direction slide for the moment. She'll get more than her comeuppance in a little bit.
Blow number nine is medium-strength, and Dash arches away from it stronger than before, likely feeling the combined sting of the previous strikes. She's confessed to hurting for days just from a light smack on the ass before - you can only imagine how sore she'll be after this.
"Nine."
Ten is uneventful, not wanting to push her over the edge into rebellion. Dash seems surprised at the relative lightness, but she doesn't protest.
"Ten," she counts simply. She’s shuddering enough for to notice, and she's still standing with her hind legs spread. You lower your hand between then, and give an experimental touch to her vagina. Your hand is soaked instantly, like plunging into a pool of her arousal. She's dripping on the bed sheets, and the insides of her legs are damp with the effects of the whipping. Dash tries to hold back her response to your touch, but you can hear her muffled moan come through as she bites her lip.
"You seem excited. Did you want me to touch you some more?"
"Yes, please... Master." Dash is torn between the persistence of her resentment for her punishment, and her body urging her to give in to your touch. As much as she might protest, she can't hide the fact that every minute of submission, regardless of its sincerity, gets her more turned on than anything else.
"Do you want me to touch you?" you ask as you rub your fingers along Dash's slit, coating your digits in her wetness. "Or," you begin as you rub her clit with your palm, provoking an audible gasp "do you want something else?" As you finish your sentence, you move your body against Dash's rear, pressing your hardness against her. Dash grinds her hips back in response immediately, along with a low moan.
"Yes, please," she says again, pressing herself against your erection, moving her hips from side to side in an effort to get your cock inside her.
"Are you sure?" you tease, rubbing your head along the outside of Dash's hole. "You want your Master to fuck you and fill you up with his cock, and pound you until you cum?"
"Yes, Celestia, yes, put it in, please..."
"You don't sound sure..."
You move your hand from Dash's pussy, taking one end of your belt in each hand and raising them over your head.
"For fuck's sake, I'm sure, just fuck me already!" Dash yells.
You lower the circle of belt over her head before she notices your movement. Her eyes open as she feels the length of leather around her neck just above her collar. She opens her mouth to protest, but your hands pull together instantly, tightening the belt around her throat, and pulling her upright and backwards in the same motion. You can feel the panic in her body as the belt squeezes the air out of her lungs, and as you lower your face next to hers, you can hear her wheezing for breath through your grip.
"I'm sorry, was that a request, or a command?" You whisper into her ear. Dash struggles against your restraint, but you're stronger than her even when she's prepared, and right now she's struggling to breathe through the choking length of leather squeezing her windpipe.
"Because," you say, tightening your grip "I was under the impression that one of us was the one to give direction, and the other one was meant to take direction. Isn't that correct?"
Dash can't answer. Her eyes are almost rolling back in her head, and she's scrabbling at nothing with her forelegs, her body screaming at her for even just the smallest gasp of air.
And, despite the belt around her neck, Dash's hips are still pressed against your cock, and they're grinding back furiously with as much strength as she can muster as the fade into unconsciousness starts. She's dripping on your shaft, coating your member in the slickness of her arousal.
Your voice is a low hiss in Dash's ear as you feel the final throes of her resistance diminishing.
"This is a reminder you seem sorely in need of, that you are my pet, and I am your Master. I hope that you won't forget again so easily."
You give a final tug on either end of the belt, squeezing Dash's throat of the last remnants of air, and then release it. With nothing holding her up, dash falls forward and lands face first into the bed. Immediately, her breathing resumes, a series of loud, wheezing gasps, fighting as hard as she can to get as much air as possible. You give her a few seconds to regain consciousness properly, then slide inside her without warning, slamming the full length of your cock all the way inside her, slamming your pelvis against her ass with a smack.
"Ahhhhh!" dash moans loudly, managing unprecedented volume despite her lack of oxygen. You leave yourself buried in her for a moment, feeling her walls clench and squeeze around your shaft. her cunt feels like a warm, hot vice. It's tighter than you remember, almost good enough to make you abandon the pretense of your control and simply start railing her. But, there's still more fun to be had.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, you pull out, every inch taking the span of almost half a minute. dash's face is still planted on the bed, and she's giving a long continuous moan, moving her hips backward in an attempt to follow your cock as it slides out of her. You place your hands on her ass and hold her back, smirking as she draws an intake of breath at the feeling of your fingertips on her sore skin. Finally, the head of your cock slips out, despite her every attempt to clench around you as hard as she can. Fully withdrawn, you press the tip of your head against her entrance again, sliding it back and forth over her soaking pussy lips.
"Do you want to try asking again, pet?"
"Oohhhh..." dash moans into the bed, and grinds her hip backwards in an attempt to drive you inside, but you move your hips with hers, keeping yourself just at the threshold of her dripping hole.
"Please, Master, please, i need it, i need you inside me..." dash's voice has lost the last muster of its resistance, the whole of it driven from her with the last gasp of air your belt squeezed from her lungs. she's begging you properly, remembering her place, and asking for something exactly the way she should be.
"What do you need inside you, pet?" you ask, lowering one of your hands to the top of dash's pussy and rubbing against her clit in quick circles. she moans loudly, her voice cracking.
"Your cock, i need your cock inside me, i need you to fuck me, please Master. Fuck your pet, i want to feel you fuck me so badly- Mmmnh!"
dash muffles her moan in the bedsheets as you slide inside her again, moving just as slowly as you did when you pulled out. The way her pussy squeezes around your head and then the whole length of your shaft as you push forward is exquisite, an amazing combination of tight and wet. dash's back is arched high as you push inside her, and her front hooves are pressing hard against the bed.
You rest for a minute again, all the way inside and revelling in the sensation of dash clenching around your cock. she's murmuring a steady stream of moans under her breath, but they're more than loud enough for you to hear, and every one makes your cock twitch in response.
Time to make things more fun.
As you slowly pull out again, you reach to the side of the bed and pull open the drawer of your bedside table. dash is too distracted by the feeling of your cock inside her to notice anything else you're doing, so she doesn't bat an eyelash when you pull two things out of the draw, setting them on the bed softly before pushing the drawer shut. You're still half way inside when you pick up the first object, a small plastic bottle filled with a clear liquid. You press down on one side of the top with a soft snap, and then pick up the second object: a long, narrow thing, widened at the bottom with a flat base. A toy about the size of your cock, if maybe just a little bit smaller. Holding the plug in one hand, you turn the bottle over and drip a liberal amount of the liquid onto the tip of the plastic object, coating it in the slow moving sticky fluid. After a satisfying helping of lube, you snap the lid of the bottle closed, and place it on the bed.
You're almost all the way pulled out, with just the tip of your cock inside dash's hole. You don't take any time thrusting in again, but at the half way point, you place the tip of the toy in your hand at dash's other entrance, her tight little asshole waggling in front of you from your perfect view of her toned backside. Amidst her moan, she makes a noise of mild curiosity, but you bottom out your cock in her pussy as you slide the toy inside, and her inquiry is buried in a stream of moans, doubled in intensity as her asshole opens to the well-lubed plug. It's not as though you hadn't used it on her before, in any case.
"Ohh, fuck, Celestia, so good, fuck..." dash is babbling deliriously with your cock inside her and the toy buried in her ass. she's so loud you're surprised the walls aren't rattling. You pull your hips back quicker this time, groaning as her insides pull at your length. As you do so, you pull the toy back as well, and slam it forward with the movement of your own thrust, filling both of dash's holes at once.
"ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh-" dash has lost all semblance of coherence. You've abandoned the pretense of slowness, and are pounding her properly now, bottoming out against her ass with a smack as you fuck her with the plastic shaft in her other hole. Every time you feel your skin against her fur, her pussy clenches, so tight it feels like a fist around your cock. You can't help but let out a few grunts as you pound her, but they're drowned out under dash's constant moaning, a slur of noises and vulgarity and half assembled words, begging for more with every thrust.
"Remember you're not to cum before your Master," you remind her as you bottom out inside her cunt again, a particularly hard thrust pushing her head forward into the bed along with a high-pitched squeal.
"Y-yes, M-master..." she manages amidst the sounds of her pleasure. Despite her compliance, you're sure she's already on the verge of a climax, and likely has been since you started. Fucking her in both her holes must have her on the edge, which means everything thrust is a blow against the field of her resistance. With a devilish smirk, you move your free hand around her side and lower it between her legs, feeling her move with every thrust as you find your target just above her entrance. dash clenches extra hard as you rub her clit, and you feel her body tense as you massage her button.
"Ohhh, no, please, can't, can't stop, don't-"
"Don't you dare," you grunt, slamming yourself inside Dash while you play with her clit, still fucking her ass with the toy in your other hand. You don't blame her for having trouble holding out. dash's moans aren't helping you either, and you can feel a tingle starting to grow in your balls. You could easily cum just like this, blowing your load inside your pet while she cums from your three pronged assault - but you can think of something more fun.
Without warning, you pull out completely, withdrawing your hand from Dash's sensitive nub as well, but leaving the plug inside her ass. dash whimpers loudly as you leave her slit, but you imagine she's grateful for the brief reprieve, helping her follow her Master's instructions.
"I want to finish on your face. Kneel down by the side of the bed," you direct, and dash nods, springing upwards despite the shakiness of her legs. she takes the position as instructed, and you lower your legs over the side of the bed, your cock now perfectly level with her waiting mouth.
"Sit," you command.
dash bites her lip, but isn't able to hold back her high-pitched moan as she plants her ass on the ground, sliding the toy inside herself all the way. she closes her eyes for a moment, panting, and opens them to find your cock inches away from her face. It's slick with her juices, and standing rock hard waiting to be serviced.
"I want you to touch yourself while you suck me off," you say, and delight at dash's expression. she seemed grateful for the brief respite, giving her a chance to wind down from her arousal in an effort to follow your instructions - having something buried inside her ass while forced to pleasure herself and her Master at the same time is likely to put her back on the edge again. she balks for a moment, but collects herself even in the haze of arousal clouding her decision making - Master's orders come first, no matter what. Without further hesitation, dash opens her mouth wide and takes your cock between her lips. she moves her hoof down between her spread legs, and you feel the hum of her mouth on your achingly hard member as she moans. her hips are rocking back and forth, moving from side to side on top of the rod buried inside her.
dash's blowjob is eager and enthusiastic, desperate to please despite her mental focus not to cum. she seems more collected now that she has a task, and is putting an attempt at her fullest attention into slobbering all over your dick. her fellatio is messy, adding a healthy dose of saliva to the other fluids already coating your shaft. This time, she's able to take the full length after a moment's concentration, and you groan as you feel the tip of your cock poking against the back of her throat. her hoof is a blur between her legs, and she moans loudly as you bottom out in her mouth before she moves her head back, bobbing up and down on your rod with a slurping sound.
A sudden inspiration strikes you. As amazing as dash's mouth feels, you can think of something to make it even better. You reach your hand back to the bed, and fumble blindly amidst the blankets for a minute before the clink of the belt buckle tells you that you've found your target. dash is too distracted to notice your movement, torn between her blowjob and the feeling of the toy inside her along with her own hoof working on her clit. she does open her eyes when she feels the belt around her neck though, just above her collar.
"Don't stop," you say, and grasp both ends of the belt as you twist it around her throat.
dash makes a chocked gasp as you pull the ends tighter - not tight enough to rob her of air completely, but enough to make breathing a challenge. she hesitates for a moment, but you use your grip on her neck to force her head forward. she takes the direction, and swallows as much of your cock as she can, though her eyes are watering as she does so. her frantic moaning is tempered by her struggle to breathe properly, but her hoof doesn't stop for a moment, and she keeps rocking back and forth on her plug, following direction even though she's been precariously on the edge for what feels like forever.
The tingle in your hands and chest as you tighten the belt around dash's neck is an indescribable feeling - it's almost like a scent, something in the air you can sense and feel, that sends sparks up your spine. The way her eyes widen with panic, and the way she's so powerless at your hands, completely robbed of her strength, entirely at your mercy. It's a feeling on par with dash's excellent oral attentions, or the feeling of being buried inside her tight pussy - which means the combination is enough to put you at the edge.
Unfortunately for dash, it seems like the combination is taking toll on her as well. she was already near the verge of disobedient orgasm before you lowered the belt around her neck, and now the same thing that makes her feel submissive and subservient is accompanied by attention to her Master's cock, and the faux-member in her ass, which she's riding like a depraved slut. Of course, you expected that might be the case - and even though you can't feel her clench around you like before, you can feel dash passing the point of no return.
"Mmmmmmnnnhhh!" dash moans obscenely onto your cock, the motion of her head stopping as her body shudders. her hoof doesn't stop moving for a second, rubbing franticly at her clit. You decide to display a bit of benevolence, and tighten the belt around her neck, choking her harder and forcing her eyes closed with the sudden loss of oxygen. As she cums, you pull your cock out of her mouth, and tug the ends of the belt even tighter. her hoof if still moving, and her moans and panting have dimmed to desperate sounding squeaks as she gasps for air, but you notice her shuddering harder, following her first orgasm immediately with a second. she cums until you let go of the belt ends, letting it fall to the floor, leaving dash teetering preciously on the verge of collapsing as she gasps for air. The sight was enough to put you at the edge as well, and with a single tug of your cock, you feel yourself cumming, spraying a huge load onto dash's face as she kneels in front of you. Even on the edge of unconsciousness, dash has the presence of mind to accept her Master's cum, and she parts her lips and lets her tongue hang out as you coat her face in sticky white strands. dash manages a half-conscious moan through her squeaking attempts to breathe.
You groan as your balls empty, collapsing back onto the bed as you finish. dash does the same in her own direction, falling hard and landing on the carpeted floor. Both of you take a moment to catch your breath, dash's rasping gasps far louder than your simple gulps of air.
"That was... very good...pet..." you say between breaths. dash doesn't manage to respond, still struggling to convince her lungs she's fully capable of breathing again. The praise isn't just flattery - dash behaved exactly they you expected her to, and exactly the way you wanted her too. Even the bursts of insolence made everything better.
You sit up on the bed and look down at rainbow dash, taking in the sight of her. she still has the toy inside her, and her body is soaked in sweat, the fluid of her own arousal, and the deposit of cum you left on her face and mane. her eyes are closed, and she's breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling high with every inhale. there's a red ring around her neck, above the fitted collar with a single ring hanging in the center. she looks beautiful.
"Alright, Rainbow Dash, you can relax for now."
Dash's eyes open, and she sits upright, staring at you like a foal in headlights. More specifically, staring 'towards' you, but not at you, putting her gaze squarely on your shoulder instead of your face. She looks timid, almost afraid.
"Yeah, I, um..."
Her voice is back to it's normal brash grittiness, but it feels different than usual - sort of forced. And she still won't look you in the eye.
Your mindset changed the same instant you directed hers to do so, and seeing her behave as anything other than normal is cause for concern.
"Dash? Are you okay?"
Dash moves her head, about to shake it, but then lowers it back to her chest, and bobs it from side to side.
"I... would be okay if we stayed, like that? Just for a little while?"
You blink. You can't count even a single time Dash has wanted to stay broken and submissive after one of your 'sessions', as much as you might like to tease her with her triggers and gestures on a day to day basis. Dash has her hooves at her collar, and is playing idly with the single loop, clinking it against the leather.
"Please, Master?"
You nod slowly, and dash smiles, still looking away from your face. she lifts herself off the floor with a flap of her wings, removing her toy and leaving it on the floor as she floats over to the bed. You shift to one side, and lift the blankets after a quick reorientation, letting dash glide under them and lay beside you. she curls up face you, and nuzzles her face into your chest as you wrap your arm around her shoulder, pulling her close as she sighs in contentment.
she's a mess: sticky, and probably sore all over.
But, right now, she's yours, and that's all that matters.
