Her Most Faithful Servant

Dear Princess Celestia,

Today I owned you.

You read that right. You know it just as well as I do. I dominated you. And I'm going to tell you exactly what happened, from beginning to end.

It all began with a push. Not from me, but from you. Here we were, on your bed, doing our usual struggle for power. You said I was weak and wanted to be dominated. That I wanted to be a good servant. Except, today I fought back differently.

“Actually, today I think I’m going to make you my maid,” I growled aggressively.

Your eyes opened wider in shock and I could sense the hesitation in your response. I could feel the shock and awkwardness in your actions. I had the upper hand. I immediately had dominance. I had you uncomfortable and you were exactly where I wanted you to be.

You tried to fight me, and to get me out of dom-space, but I was having none of it. I sidestepped your baits. I ignored your little quips to distract me from my goal. My goal was to get under your skin and I was almost there. I just needed a theme. Somewhere specific to attack that was personal and that I could work with. Then it came as clear as day. Music.

Music was a perfect in. Given your history in Equestria, a world where everypony sings, and your beautiful singing voice, I knew I could accomplish exactly what I wanted and have you wrapped completely around my finger. It was more than that now though. I knew you wanted it. You craved it. You were starving, and my commands were sweet, delicious mana.

I knew I had to begin slowly, so I began mentioning that I was going to make you my instrument. And a wonderful instrument you were. You made such melodic answers to my questions. I was so proud when you finally began to give in and wait patiently for my questions and commands. Like a good girl.

After you gave enough answers and I made enough musical inferences, I decide to try to pursue my plan a little bit and apply some pressure. With you crafting answers that was music to my ears and here I was carefully guiding you along the way, I asked you simply: "What did that make me?"

You went silent, realizing that this was exactly what I aimed for. You knew the word. I knew the word. When you called me your Maestro, I wore a smug smile for hours even after we were done. I was so proud that I named you my first chair.

However, I wasn't done with you just yet. Not in the least. Since you did such a good job, I was going to reward you. A private performance for your Maestro. You were my instrument, and I was going to play you.

I circled you like a shark and positioned myself behind you, my fingers running their way through your fur. I leaned in and whispered into your ear to not hold anything back. I wanted to hear every little moan and whimper you had to give. I then traced my fingers teasingly towards your flank, asking you how long you had waited for this moment.

“Since the gala, sir,” you said, anticipation and excitement entering your tone.

I chuckled under my breath, my fingers only slowing to trace the circular cutie mark that decorated your backside. I tip-toed my fingers towards your marehood, but pulled back when a new idea entered my mind. You would have to beg for release. A disappointed grunt escaped your lips and I rounded on it immediately.

“Oh, is something wrong?” I asked. You remained silent. “Is my reward not good enough for you?”

Your head snapped towards me.

“No… that’s not it,” you said.

“Is there something that you want your Maestro to do for you?” I asked.

You were quiet, then opened your mouth. I could see your struggle to say what you wanted to say.

“Tell me. Now.”

“I want you to touch me…” you groaned.

“But I am touching you… can’t you feel me through your fur?” I answered.

“Well, ye-”

“Unless… you want me to touch you in a different way…”

You let out a deep breath, then resolved yourself to what you wanted to say.

“Please… rub me. Put your fingers in me, sir,” you moaned.

That's when the realization set in. I finally did it. I overpowered you. I dominated you. What I had aimed so high for, practiced for, planned for, and worked towards had finally become a reality. I tasted victory and it tasted sweet.

My hands worked my way down to your flower and I traced my fingers around it’s edges. Your breathing grew harder as I moved a finger to your opening and gently prodded it. That was when I saw your clit poke out. A slight shiver of sadism settled in my stomach, and I moved down to caress the small nub before it retreated back into it’s cave. With a single rub, you gasped in pleasure. I pushed a finger inside you. You laid your head down on the mattress, allowing me to have my way with you.

I worked my bow in and out of you as your tiny gasps and moans filled the room. Every time you made and especially loud whimper. I said how good of a job you were doing. How good of a girl you were. Then, your clit winked back out again. Quickly, using my other hand, I grabbed it and pinched it gently. Your moan must have been loud enough for the maids to hear as your hooves grabbed the covers and pulled them closer to you. I plunged a second finger into your sex and pressed onward, increasing my speed and the depth of my work.

I ordered for you to moan my name, and you did. All kinds of un-princess like language escaped your mouth as your succumbed to the pleasure and your body gently rocked with the rhythm of my thrusts. I was going to order for you to tell me as you were going to climax, but I didn’t have to.

“I-I’m… I’m close!” you gasped.

“Cum for me,” I ordered.

Your body bucked hard against me and then froze with one large gasp, your limbs went limp and a smile crawled on your face as you relaxed on the bedsheets. I pulled my fingers out and wiped them on my pants as your fluids poured onto the bed. I crawled up to your head and pulled you in closely to me.

“I’m right here,” I said gently. “I’m right here. You did a great job. I’m here for you. Just relax.”

The smug grin on my face stretched for miles, as I realized I had attained my goal. I got you off. And now, I just wanted you to enjoy every ounce of that afterglow that you earned. I stroked your mane and cooed sweet words into your ear as you relaxed in my arms.

I listened to your slow breaths and gently caressed your cheek. In that moment, you were more vulnerable and more beautiful than I had ever seen you. I brushed a stray hair behind your ear and murmured into your ear that you were a good girl. You sighed when you heard me say that, and I knew I’d finally done it. I had broken you and successfully put you back together.

That said, while I was proud of successfully creating and executing a plan on the fly, there was one thing that bothered me a little bit. It felt...almost too easy. Once we were done, you let me in on the secret. Not only did you want it, but you went easy on me and led me into doing what I did. You couldn't expect what the results were, but I pleasantly surprised you. The plan wasn't something you expected.

Our experience has branded these delicious memories into my mind and given me an even better taste of what it's like to overpower you. I backed you into a wall and kept you cornered. While you still kept me away from certain areas, I displayed an amount of skill that proved I've been learning.

And improving.

The power was a rush like nothing else...and I want more. Your gentle stutter when you are unsure of what to say is an addiction. The memory of you moaning my name is intoxicating at a mere mention.

I wonder, if I own you… the ruler of Equestria. Does that make me a Lord? I rather like the idea of that.

Your Equal,
Anon