Her Most Faithful Servant

Dear Princess Celestia,

Today was… a really fun day. I don't know how else to describe it. Today was my first real, full scene with you. The idea was to experience what an actual scene was like and see all of the pieces of the puzzle that I've learned put into action.

A scene is an agreed upon scenario that’s done between a Dom and a Sub. It has a defined start and specific kill-switches to end things. These kill-switches are called safewords, and to use them is called safewording. What a shocker. Our scene was going to be kinda like some of the things we did before, but this was going to be much, much more intense.

The first step before anything happened was negotiation. This step is unskippable when entering into a scene with someone new. Doing so ensures that everything during the scene is safe, sane, and consensual, which is one of the creeds of BDSM.

The three most important things for a dom to learn about their sub during negotiation are triggers, health conditions, and the safeword of their choice. This has to be explicitly laid out and nothing can be assumed. After that, we talked about hard limits. Hard limits things that under no conditions will a sub do. These are final. Period, no compromise. Now, a sub may have soft limits, which are not to be done unless specifically discussed, but we didn’t go much into that today. In addition, we talked a little bit about what I should expect from the scene and what I was hoping to get out of it, that way it could be mutually beneficial. Really, I was just hoping to enjoy myself. And you said, with a knowing smile, that you could manage that.

When the scene began, you started by asking probing questions that put me on my back foot. Embarrassing things. Things I had trouble forming words to, such as how often I thought about you. What it felt like for me to hold you. What it felt like when you kissed me. Just imagining these made my mind clouded and hazy.

You caught me fidgeting with my hands. So you ordered me to fold them, warning me that if you caught me fidgeting again, I would be punished. My gut leapt into my throat as I obeyed. While the idea of being punished excited me, I didn't want to displease you. I couldn’t. I couldn't bear to hear you say I was a bad servant. So I kept my hands folded and focused on them. I hardly realized how quickly or how deeply you’d sent me into subspace.

I continued to answer your questions as quickly and honestly as possible. I only wanted to please my Princess. Then I had an accidental slip of words and said that I wasn’t actually invited to the Gala. That I’d snuck in without the ticket that Twilight gave me. You rounded on me and said that meant I’d lied to you at the Gala. I was mortified. I’d made a mistake. A mistake I needed to remedy. I begged for forgiveness from my Princess, but just begging wasn't good enough. I had to prove I meant it.

So, I got on my knees and begged like the dog I was, kissing your hooves for a second chance.The second chance that you graciously gave to me. And one that I was sure not to waste.

Then, you asked more probing questions. Deeper and deeper until you finally got to the point. The question that you were aiming for. You kept me talking until I said something you could work with, until I used certain words. I described the last kiss that we had as 'heavenly'. Then, your face immediately lit up in self-satisfaction. I knew that something big was about to happen. A smile crawled at the edges of your lips and you asked gently,

"If it was heavenly, then what does that make me?"

I paused, then whispered the words that you had so carefully crafted for me to say.

"An angel."

The smile grew even larger as you looked down towards me malevolently.

"If I'm an angel, does that mean you’re praying to me?" you asked gently. Lovingly.Your end-game so close, just a single step away.

And I was. I was on my knees, hands folded, waiting and wanting to please you. Your faithful, pious disciple. You asked me to pray to you. And I did.

"I am yours. You own me. I am your servant and I worship you."

And I felt alive for the first time in years. I felt like I had purpose. I couldn’t help the proud smile that wormed its way across my face. With every compliment of a job well done, I felt more and more helpful to my Princess, and with every remark about me being your devout follower, I felt my pants tighten.

Of course, you were merciful and felt that I should be rewarded for my devotion and good work. You told me to take off my pants. I looked at you in shock.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

I took off my pants and let them drop uselessly to the floor, then my underwear followed. I stood at attention as your eyes focused on your prize. I blushed and looked away, feeling myself pulsate with anticipation. I knew what I wanted, but didn’t ask for it. I didn’t even dare to move. I didn’t want to take a step you didn’t allow me to take, even though I began to ache with desire.

“Relieve yourself.”

In that moment, I’ve never felt more out of my own control in my entire life. I was a puppet that was being played with for someone else's enjoyment. Every single step I was making was pre-calculated and predicted according to an unseen plan. Nothing I could do would break that plan. I was yours. I was a toy. So, I began to stroke myself.

I breathed, groaned, and grunted as you moved closer to me and sat beside me on your bed, whispering into my ear. You never touched me, but I could feel your body heat there beside me, hear every hissing word you crooned. My mind was filled with impure thoughts of being submissive to you. That I was doing this for you. That I was being a good servant and doing my job. This was what I was born to do. I moaned your name as you breathed into my ear that I was yours. I felt myself getting close, and I told you I was. You giggled with delight, continuing to whisper encouragement to me. My every action was at your whim.

Even when I finally relieved myself, I did it with permission and on your command. When I did, suddenly and violently, I immediately afterwards drifted into a realm of pure safety, security, and bliss. The afterglow began. Everything surrounding me faded to black as I felt pristine accomplishment and purpose rush through my veins like sweet morphine. Stress was nothing. Worldly troubles did not exist. All that remained was the pulse of my heart, beating faster than my most vigorous exercise yet so slowly at the same time. It was as if time slowed just to extend that moment I was able to spend in my own private Nirvana.

To say I enjoyed our experience would be an understatement. To say I loved it doesn't feel like good enough praise, since the the word is most often overused to a point where little meaning is derived from it.

Yet, if I must use a phrase, I would say I was evangelized. As a new follower of a church would be when they first join, I can feel that experience flow through me and take me to a place that I cannot touch or describe, only feel.

And now, just like morphine, I hunger for more. But I can be patient. I will wait. For I am only a servant, and servants are only rewarded when they have done a good job.

Your Devout Servant,
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