Her Most Faithful Servant

Dear Princess Celestia,

Today I learned a very valuable lesson. Do. Not. Challenge. Princess Celestia.

I decided I would try to test you. I was going to rebel against your orders and break your authority. I thought I would be able to get into your head and see what you thought of your student acting out. I made a terrible mistake.

When you realized what I was doing, you were in my head in seconds. I was completely wrapped around your hoof. It wasn't when you talked about all the embarrassing things I did during our last scene that put me into submission. And it wasn’t when you attempted to get in using the gentle, unsure side of myself as an anchor. I've been better at closing those options off to you. I've been getting better at avoiding your baits and deflecting your manipulations.

No, what got me, almost instantly, was when you brought out the big guns. It was when you said you knew how much I enjoyed being submissive to you. How I loved serving you and doing your every command. That I enjoyed worshiping you. That you owned me, and I knew it.

And that I craved it.

It was as if I never stood a chance, like a children's toy caught in a vicious tornado. I was immediately on my knees, begging your forgiveness. However, the damage was already done. I had displeased my Princess. I was to be punished. You told me how disappointed in me you were. Not because I challenged you, but because I buckled so easily. You’d expected a little more of a fight.

I was tasked to hard labor as punishment. I was sent to work with the guards, to shine their armor and take care of their equipment. So I would ‘toughen up.’ For what felt like hours, I worked in discomfort as I constantly reminded myself that I was being punished. If I didn't do a good enough job, the consequences would have been even more severe. I couldn't stand the disappointment. I could feel the judgmental glare on my back at all times, even when I wasn't being watched by the guards. I questioned my work. I questioned my quality. I was a good servant. I knew I could be. I just needed to hear it. If I did a good job, and accepted my penance like a good disciple, maybe everything would be okay.

When I completed my work, I returned to you like a scolded puppy. I could feel my body shake as I awaited your verdict. I told you that I had I shined every single helmet in the guard’s armory and even was complimented for how good of a job I did.

You smiled down at me, with a cruel, yet nurturing gaze. I could tell you were thinking of what would have been a suitable final act of faith for me. You smirked gleefully before you spoke.

I was to return to the guard changing room. I was to relieve myself while I was there. In silence. Without a single soul noticing. I was to remember that you knew what I was doing. Lastly, I was to remind myself, as I did this, that it was my punishment

I trembled as I entered the stallion filled hall. The guards lined the lockers and showers, but I knew what I had to do. I had to be forgiven. I was a good servant. I was. I had to be.

I made my way to a bathroom stall and closed the door behind me. I took a deep breath as I sat down, my erection already throbbing. I did everything I had to do. I bit my lip, closed my eyes, held my breath. Everything I was told until I released myself without making a single sound. I breathed heavily as I looked down at the fluids covering my hands, and my heart stopped for a moment. I had done it. For you.

I exited the stall, washed my hands, and left the locker room without making eye contact with a single one of the guards, but none seemed any the wiser to what I did. At least, I thought so. After exiting, the soft gentle haze of afterglow settled in and I sighed gently the whole way back to your throne room.

When I entered, you knew the deed was done simply by how I carried myself. You asked if I was okay, if I got caught, and that I was forgiven. I must have melted to the ground in a puddle of relief.

I was a good servant today.

Except, I'm learning that maybe I don't want a servant all the time. Surely I can't be learning these ways to avert manipulation and struggle for power in conversations to just provide you more of a challenge. In fact, that’s something that’s been bugging me lately.

I’ve noticed something… When we’ve had our practicals on you being a sub, so I could practice whipping techniques, you seem to be enjoying yourself a lot. More than I would think a pure dom would. Oh! Plus, when you were giving me examples of what it’s like to be a sub, your face lit up in a way that I haven’t seen before. I figured it was because you enjoyed making ponies feel that way, but now I’m not sure. There has to be something else. Something I'm missing.

Your Faithful Student,
Anon