Prologue
Rarity's room was always orderly and clean, her little sister Sweetie Belle helped her with that whenever she was over. Whenever the room was touched by the moonlight the place seemed to have a shine to it, but that wouldn't happen today, Rarity didn't want to take any chances that she could be seen this night. She would probably die of embracement if anypony found out about her deepest secret. Of what it was she did at night before going into a deep sleep. Of the uncouth things did under her covers that she enjoyed so strongly. That secret, was her longing fetish as a submissive.
It became a bit of a nightly thing for her to take the box that she kept under the bed out, strip herself down to her birthday suit, and privately humiliate herself. As she finished discarding her panties into the hamper in the closet, Rarity let out a deep sigh before reaching into the box to pull out a collar with a tag spelling out "BITCH" on it. After belting it tightly around her neck, she reached back in to pull out a large red ball gag, cuffs for her wrists and hooves, and a old little PDA with headphones. When she was done strapping the leather equipment on, she took a minute to look over herself in the mirror, seeing a degraded and shameless mare. Then she took a washable pen out and wrote "SUB" on her left triple D and "SLUT" on her right triple D.
She had know idea why she enjoyed doing such actions to herself. Maybe it was because she read and watched to many stories about damsels in distress, maybe it was because it was because she thought it was a lifestyle that she could never have, or maybe it was because the idea about putting the pleasure of a strong, handsome stallion before her own in her sex life was the most thrilling thing she could think of. She wasn't the Element of Generosity for no reason. Despite her elitist appearance, Rarity was actually quite humble and kind. She couldn't stand the thought of not helping someone if they needed help, or denying charity, or rudeness to anypony, regardless of class, species, or age. Some ponies thought that she was too generous for her own good, but if you looked at her position in Equestria, of her home, her title, and her friends, you could say that she was living proof that generosity can be more beneficial than almost anything.
Rarity pushed these thought's aside with a sigh. She put the pen down, took the PDA, put on the earphones, and crawled under her sheets. When she activated the PDA, the screen opened up a picture of young looking mare tied up nude, bent over a table, and a stallion dressed in black with a whip raised in hand. The stallion's face did not appear in the picture, only to his neck down. The mare on the other hand seemed to have a look of both pain and pleasure on her face. Rarity took a short moment to look on the sceen before pressing the play botton and the picture came to life. It wasn't a picture, it was an unfinished video that Rarity was watching the other night before she felt satisfied with what she saw. The sounds of the video rang into her ears, with words of submission coming from the little mare, cracks of the whip striking her rear, and inults and commands coming from the dominating stallion.
As the scene went on Rarity started to loose her focus on the video, it was mostly to simulate the noises for her fantacies. She rubbed herself in all her sensitive areas, imagining that it was her in place of the mare on screen, being abused for the pleasure of the stallion before he ravaged her like a carnivorous predator. She loved these fantasies very much, but dared not shared them with anyone, it was just too embracing. How could she do such a thing? Was she supposed to ask her parents if wanting to be treated like a sex slave was a normal thing? Was she supposed to tell her friends that she liked the idea of being hurt?
Before she could go any further with these thoughts she released her pleasure in a frenzy, biting hard of the gag as her back arched up. As she finished her climax Rarity breathed heavily for a few seconds before it returned to normal. After that she realized that the PDA turned itself off. She then took her time and looked up at the ceiling, thinking back on the idea of being a sex slave. In the history of Equestria, slavery was never really outlawed, mainly because it barely existed. In the time before the sister princesses, the three tribes of the ponies used to fight and enslave each other in various was, it was one of the strongest things that made them hate each other. They used to do it to gain control of the other race's authority on the land, forcing them to put an end to the fragile peace between them, but they were unsuccessful. Then when Equestria was founded the idea of slavery was seemingly lost. With their people as one there didn't seem any need for slaves in a unity of balanced roles, however there was no bill or law saying that slavery was illegal. It was looked down on though, people didn't like the idea of one pony holding another in a leach it was just not proper.
There were rumors though, that there are a few secret societies that practice slavery, but no pony in the Canterlot Court found any evidence of such organizations, and even if they did there was nothing they could do about it because the law had nothing against it.
With a Sigh Rarity just decided to put these thoughts aside. Either she had to go see a therapist to help resolve this "issue" or she needed to find proof of a dark organization to help her with this "itch."
Author's Note
This is the first Fimfic I ever did. I hope I turns out good.
