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Mmm, that’s it Dashie...
“Yo’ boss, you alive in there?”
“I’m awake, I’m awake.” Rainbow Dash groggily shielded her eyes against the glaring light. The remnants of her dream still clinging to her like an overly warm blanket. Dash took stock. Cheeks: Flushed. Panties:... Damp. Employee: By the door. Employee’s expression: Mirth. Probability Dash had been caught awkwardly moaning in her sleep: 98%. Great. “What’s the issue Flitter?”
Flitter blinked a little too quickly and Dash realised that her statement had been more accusatory than she’d intended. “We need your hands on the engine for the Mayor’s coupe?” she offered, obviously sizing Dash up to see if she was in a bad mood.
“Alright, alright, I’ll be there in a second.” Dash mentally kicked herself for the blunder, it just made things even more awkward.
Dash waited til the door slammed before cradling her head in her hands. She didn’t want to have to think about what Flitter might have overheard. The perils of her love of naps. It wasn’t that Dash didn’t work hard, she just preferred to work in bursts of brilliance than do work at less than 100%. Which, in her business, paid off. High end custom vehicle work was not a field you got a name in by doing shoddy work.
Dash opened the blinds on her office letting in the light from the shop, her few employees buzzed around the floor, handling their business like only they could. Dash strictly hired people that she knew, and that she knew could do their jobs. Which they did. Dash wasn’t much on micromanaging, but she was told she was a hell of a boss, which was good enough for her.
The mayor’s coupe wasn’t a big job, Dash could handle this in the dark with her eyes closed. But it was also a job only she could do. She always did the final tune up of the engine, right before finishing up. That was what quality was about.
… and you wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you? You’re such a good little toy.
Dash shivered as her thoughts were invaded by the warmth of the dream. Shaking her head to try to clear out the tantalising memory, Dash headed out onto the shopfloor.
“Damn Boss, she’s really purring.”Oh my, Dashie, nobody does that better than you
“I always make them purr Flitter, it’s why I’m the best,” Dash said waggling her eyebrows and wiping the oil off her hands.
Flitter rolled her eyes at the poor attempt at double entendre, but couldn’t keep her amusement from her lips. Dash threw on her best smug expression and called it a day. The best part about being your own boss was being able to get away with the odd joke that was slightly over the line. Well, that and being able to nod off in the office.
Tsk, tsk, Dashie, you really shouldn’t make me do all the work. You don’t want your treat afterwards, don’t you?
The thought startled Dash as she spun to pack up and she knocked the toolbox sitting beside her over. Cursing, Dash bent to pick up the fallen instruments as quickly as she could. She was so focused on snatching them all up that she nearly headbutted poor Flitter who’d come over to hand her some of them. Dash mumbled an apology, looking decidedly sheepish.
At some length, Dash heard the dreaded question. “Everything alright boss?”
You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you Dashie? Oh you’ll have to be punished...
Stupid overactive imagination.
“Yeah, everything is just peachy, Flitter.” Dash said, proceeding to trip and knock the toolbox over again whilst trying to act natural.
“Alright, seriously, what’s going on with you? You just seem… out of sorts recently. Tired and well.. unfocused. What’s on your mind?”
“Just girl troubles Flitter, nothing to worry about,” Dash said with a grimace.
“Must be some girl to have you off game like this.” Flitter couldn’t hide how interested she was, she liked to gossip and Dash was sure that if she told her anything it’d be all through the shop by tomorrow morning. As it was they were going to think she was dating someone. Which she was. Kind of.
“You can say that again.” Dash rubbed the back of her neck. If only she had the slightest clue.
“You sure you’re okay though?
Now I won’t be able to hear you, so if you run into trouble I’m going to need you to tap my leg twice, like this...
“Uh… yeah, I’m Rainbow Dash. Of course I’m okay. I’m better than okay. I’m awesome. Twenty-four-seven-three-sixty-five, the awesome never stops Flitter. Not ever.” Dash did not even manage to convince herself.
Flitter rolled her eyes. “Oh man, you’ve got it bad boss. Well, whoever she is, get her to give you a good spanking. Might do you some good.”
And I know how much you love to be spanked….
Dash flinched as Flitter’s comments hit close to some very sensitive nerves. “You really think anybody can tie me down?”. It didn’t sound convincing, even to her. Still, she had her reputation to consider, tattered as it was these days.
“You never really know until you meet the right person, boss.” Flitter gave her an irritatingly knowing wink.
“You’re right there. How’s your sister?” Dash couldn’t help but smirk as she scored a glancing hit.
Flitter giggled. “Tell you what, if your mystery chick ever manages to get your wild ass under control, maybe teaches you to behave, we’ll see about you, me and my sister. Hell, Cloudchaser and I will personally show up at your door naked, with pizza and beer.”
“Good to know Flitter, I’ll have to get back to you on that one.” Dash turned back around and started to more carefully retrieve her tools.
“You really have met someone special, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, she’s special alright.” Dash bit back the many continuations to that sentence she could have used.
“Good for you. Have a good night, Boss.” Flitter smiled.
“You too Flitter. Say hi to ‘Chaser for me.”
Flitter gave Dash a wave that said “will do” and left.
Finally alone on the shop floor, a slight tremor running through her as she distantly heard the door slam behind Flitter.
All alone again Dashie? I can fix that...
Dash glanced nervously around the shop, and started to lock up.
A slight shiver ran through Rainbow Dash as the elevator doors closed.
She was more or less bushed. A full day’s work followed by her two hour workout kept her more than fit and healthy, but it was tiring. Still, the gym had always been her escape from the madness of everyday life and recently things had been madder than ever.
The heat was overbearing, the air-conditioner had broken down months ago, and maintenance still hadn’t gotten around to fixing it. The walls were scratched and etched with graffiti, the floor tiles stained with dirt.
Flickering, fluorescent light washed the hue out Dash’s tanned skin. Sweat stuck her clothing together and to her skin, turning her sports-bra and tank-top from two comfortable garments into one very uncomfortable mush. Her shorts chafed at her thighs and her socks at her ankles.
Finally, the elevator lurched into a choppy descent. Dash shifted her weight from foot to foot, then tried to hold still. Then she caught herself wanting to move again and scoffed, this was dumb, Rainbow Dash did not do anxious. There just wasn’t enough time in her day. Even so, she couldn’t quite deny that recent events had put a slight tingling edge of it into her commute. Then just as suddenly, the elevator creaked and jolted to a stop.
Dash glanced at the control panel. She was still four floors from the ground, but there was no other light to show why they might have stopped. The doors remained firmly closed. Every hair on Dash’s body tried its best to stand on end, but most of them were too stuck to move. Her toes tapped, as did her fingers on her arms. Dash sucked in a deep breath and let it out again. Then the lights went out.
Sheer, primal blackness descended. Dash felt her breath die in her throat. Her heart-rate accelerated until she could hear it. She felt a hot, damp stain spread through her underwear. She was ready to go. Far too ready this soon. Was being terrorised what counted as foreplay for her now?
Dimly, she heard the doors slide open. Last chance to run. She didn’t move, couldn’t move. Dash held dead still and tried to control her breathing. Her heart and her nethers weren’t going to stop, but she might be able to hear her before she arrived. She pricked up her ears and tried to adjust to the silence, but she couldn’t, her overloaded mind created phantom versions of the real ghost she was expecting. Phantom footsteps, phantom touches, phantom scents. All disappeared if she focused too long on them. She tried to calm down, she tried to breathe.
The air shifted and Dash knew that someone was behind her.
Before she could turn she felt an elbow press into her back, forcing her up against the wall. A body pressed against hers, and she felt a spike of fear. It wasn’t the body she was expecting. It felt hard and lean. Strong too going by the elbow in her back. But worst of all she could feel a very distinctive bulge pressing into the small of her back. The smell of an unfamiliar cologne washed over her. She’d been sold out.
Dash tried to calm herself, but her heart wouldn’t slow. For the first time she was really afraid for her body, and it was not a pleasant feeling. At the same time though… this was it. The real thing. It gnawed at her uncomfortably that she’d sat back and fantasized about this, more than once. So much in fact that her body was primed to go off. She’d could feel the slight uncomfortable chafe that meant she’d soaked her panties. More than that, she could feel a slight trickle down her right leg. Dash was afraid for what might happen next, and worse, she was afraid she’d enjoy it.
The most assuredly male presence behind her started by roaming its hands up and down her form while pressing her up against the wall. Smaller hands than she’d expected roughly grabbed handfuls of her femininity as they pleased, sliding underneath clothing to play with her nipples, so hard they must have felt like pebbles in those rough hands. Then they sought lower, asking no permission as they trailed down into her most intimate area. Two fingers boldly probed her body, easily sliding into her dripping wet snatch. Dash moaned involuntarily as she was penetrated, with how worked up she felt it was just so much harder to resist. She should say something. Do something. Say no. Anything. To her eternal shame though, she was beyond refusing.
Eventually, those foreign hands left their perches and retreated from her body, only to return with heavy breathing in her ear and the full length of his body pressed against her back, bulge pressing firmly up against her buttocks. In the depths of her humiliation though, Dash was already more concerned with it’s size rather than its origin, and it was large alright. She wiggled against it slightly, trying to get a better picture. This stopped her assailant for a while, leaving her hanging on the precipice. After an eternity she heard a deep, terse voice in her ear.
“Clothes off, bitch.”
Dash complied. She didn’t know what else to do. The voice’s timbre felt like it gave her little option, she felt the words it spoke rattling as they moved inside her, the dissonance driving her quite mad. Before she’d processed that it was happening, Dash could feel everything she had been wearing lying around her ankles. Her skin turned to gooseflesh in the stifling air and a suppressed shiver died in her chest.
“Oh that’s what I like. You know your place alright. On your knees.”
Dash didn’t need to be told twice. She just sank to her knees and turned around, waiting. Sure enough she felt a hand on the back of her head, and soon she’d feel his cock press against her lips and it’d be salty and musky and she’d have to swallow and then she’d be taken against her will so hard that she wouldn’t be able to walk and…
Dash spat in surprise. It had touched her lips. But it wasn’t hot or musky. It was cold and dead and tasted like rubber. And that was when she heard a familiar, feminine giggle.
“Oh Dashie, you didn’t actually think I’d do that to you, did you? I’m hurt.” That was not the man’s voice from a moment ago. That was definitely not a man at all.
No.
“Oh Dashie, nothing to say for yourself? No, “Hello Mistress, nice to see you again?” Or “please don’t violate me,”? Not even a “no”?”
Oh no. Oh shit.
“I guess you must still be a little surprised, so I’ll do the talking for a bit. You do what you’re good for and lick the lollipop.”
The toy was pressed against her lips until they parted. Without any available recourse Dash started sucking the toy like she hoped Mistress wanted. Anxiety burned in her chest, she was in trouble.
Rainbow Dash’s mysterious Mistress had her own sense of timing, style and when it was and was not appropriate to drag Dash into kinky sex sessions. For a month now, Dash had been bending over backwards for a woman that might not have actually existed for all Dash knew about her. She struck under the cloak of darkness, left Dash weak, sore and oversexed and attacked again a few days later, each time leaving Dash even more disoriented and with less will to do anything about it.
It wasn’t that Dash wasn’t curious about the basic details of her shrouded dominant, she was simply too far out of her depth to find out. Mistress was smart, organised and knew Dash better than she knew herself. There was no catching her if she didn’t want to be caught, no touching her if she didn’t want to be touched. Dash was at her mercy, for better or worse. And as Dash had been forced to admit, repeatedly, that turned her all the way on.
“Dear, oh dear, Dashie, you horny little slut. I thought you’d put up a bit more of fight than that. But it turns out you really can’t control yourself. We’re going to have to keep you away from men now, I can’t exactly trust you around them after that now, can I?” Mistress ran her fingers through Dash’s hair as she spoke, gently and affectionately. “My word, you just could not get your clothes off fast enough.”
Dash’s ears burned. She tasted rubber. Her eyes watered, but she knew worse was coming.
“I just don’t know what to do with you. Should I indulge your base desires? Let you off the chain? The thought of you in your own little puddle of cum is just precious. You’re trying so hard to keep it all in while it leaks through your fingers. Oh yes Dashie, I think I’m going to have to take you out and get you fucked so hard you won’t be able to see straight. That might just be the only way to get you to think with your brain instead of your cunt.”
Dash felt her insides clenching rhythmically as Mistress built her rhythm and rapport. She tried to take the toy deeper, but she gagged. Without stopping she tried again, if she could get it all in her mouth maybe this would go better for her.
“Does that sound good? Think about all the men you’ll make happy, Dashie. How they’ll smile as you clean their cocks and how they’ll never see you again. How they won’t see you turning around to lick it up when they leave. You’re a complete waste of free will somebody else could be enjoying, little more than your three hungry holes and a pair of tits. You don’t really want to think for yourself. You don’t really want a choice. All you want is to get fucked and fucked and fucked until you forget your name. Well Dashie, I’m going to make that happen for you, just because I love you. I’ll find every man with standards low enough to stick their cock in you. They’ll fuck you and they’ll throw you away like a used tissue, and they’ll make you come so hard you won’t even care.”
Dash couldn’t help herself. Her hand was between her legs, madly rubbing at her clit as each sentence struck her with more and more intense jolts of pleasure where it counted.
“But I am getting ahead of myself, we can’t do any of that just yet because you’d like that. Which isn’t good because what you need right now is to be punished. You clearly need a reminder of who you are, what you are and where you are. Because, dearest, sweetest little Dashie you forgot for a couple of minutes there that that hot, wet, hungry little mouth of yours is mine, so is that tight, precious little cunt and so is that unbelievably fuckable little ass of yours. They aren’t yours to decide what to do with. Your body belongs to me. You belong to me.”
Mistress grabbed the back of Dash’s head and pulled her down over the toy. Dash gagged again, but it didn’t matter as its full length slid through her mouth and into her throat, where she struggled to fight her gag reflex down. All the while her orgasm grew closer, her handiwork faster. Dash wasn’t sure if Mistress knew or not, but she was sure she’d find out shortly.
“While I love it so and how well you look after yourself for me, it seems to me that today you were entirely too quick to give up what isn’t yours to give up in the first place. You need a pressing reminder of who you are allowed to bend over for, when and why. You need it urgently, because if today is anything to judge by you are going to run yourself into trouble on your own and far too quickly for my taste. I don’t expect much from you Dashie, given how our relationship is, but I do expect you to have more sense than to get naked and start sucking just because something with a dick said so. Where’s the fearless firebrand I’ve heard so much about? Or is that all just an act because you were promised a cock up the ass?
Dash whimpered into the length of gagging rubber. She was feeling distinctly choked too, which always put her on a bit of a hair-trigger. Without ceremony she began to convulse as a thunderous orgasm rolled through her body, moving feverishly and artlessly, practically humping her own hand as her mistress’ rant built to conclusion. She’d never felt so humiliated, worthless and small in her life. But she’d also never felt quite this good.
Mistress chuckled somewhere in the Darkness above her. “That’s what I like about you Dashie, you’re completely shameless. Don’t think you’re getting away with touching yourself either. You’re going to need a hard lesson in your place.” Dash knew Mistress was enjoying scolding her, in the same way Mistress seemed to exact a vicious sense of satisfaction from everything to do with her. What Dash was about to receive would be worse because of it. The thought sent chills up and down her spine.
Just when Dash started to get worried, Mistress pulled the choking length from Dash’s throat, leaving her coughing and spluttering.
“Have you got anything to say for yourself before I punish you?” From anyone else it would have brought flashbacks of childhood. Mistress sounded every bit like a monarch ordering around her lowly subject.
“I’m sorry Mistress. I should have known better,” Dash said, still struggling for air.
“And?”
“And I’m sorry I’m such a slut.”
“And?”
“Please punish me for my mistakes. I deserve it.”
“Tsk tsk Dashie, you’re just telling me what I want to hear so I won’t punish you. You’re trying to take advantage of my better nature.”
“No Mistress. I would never lie to you about what I am. I am yours, and I was wrong to give myself up like that.”
“Alright, I believe you mean it at least. I accept your apology but I’m still going to have to punish you. I’ve got a responsibility to you Dashie. You can’t think for yourself, so I’ve got to teach you how to think a bit better. Now get up.”
Dash stood, her legs complaining fiercely as they were stretched out.
“Hands on the wall, and stick your ass out for me.”
Rainbow Dash complied, hoping that this was going to be as simple as it was shaping up to be. She felt those hands on the soft flesh of her rear again, those hands that she didn’t know half as well as she really should. Dash couldn’t believe she’d confused them for a man’s earlier. Dash fought the urge to squirm as she felt a hand on her ass cheek. It wasn’t a sexually charged touch, there was familiarity to it but no intimacy. Even as her mistress’s hands roamed over her nether lips, she knew she wasn’t being stimulated, and quite deliberately so. Her mistress knew how to touch a woman. This was an inspection, a farmer assessing the worth of livestock. She was being checked for adherence to her mistress’s instructions. Rainbow Dash knew better than to disobey. Her mistress wanted her hairless below the neck, and so Dash plucked and groomed and waxed until it was so. It was a small price to pay for what her mistress gave her.
Dash gasped as she felt her Mistress’s body press up against hers, achingly briefly the soft fullness of her breasts, contrasted against the stiffness of her nipples, constrained as they were by whatever her mistress was wearing. The silken texture of her hair tickled at her shoulders. So softly she wasn’t sure it had happened, she felt soft lips on the back of her neck. Then Dash’s breasts were roughly seized and the softness was gone.
Eventually, the inspection concluded. Dash waited intently for some indication she had done something wrong, but instead got to breath a sigh of relief as she felt her mistress smack her ass resoundingly. The flesh burned with the impact, but the satisfaction of a job well done would carry her through the first few. Five or so slaps in Dash felt her clit throbbing pleasantly. Ten into her punishment she was really starting to feel it, but was equally sure it was turning her on. Fifteen in and she felt like she was glowing. Twenty in and the novelty was wearing thin, her ass hurt and her pussy was begging for some attention. Dash knew better than to touch herself, but she knew her mistress couldn’t resist fucking her before she left, Dash just had to hold out.
Sure enough, at twenty five slaps to her now red and raw behind, her mistress stopped.
“How was that, Dashie? Not too much for you I hope.”
“No Mistress, that was a good punishment.”
“It’s not over yet, but I think you’ve handled your punishment like a good little toy. You deserve a fucking. What do you think of that?”
“Please Mistress. I want that more than anything.” Dash’s voice cracked as she made her plea.
“That’s what I thought. Tell me Dashie, have you been following all my instructions?
“Yes, Mistress.”
“We’ll find out if you’re telling the truth soon enough. I really hope you are, for your sake.”
Dash bit her lip but remained silent. Her Mistress didn’t give a whole lot of instructions and Dash was pretty sure she remembered all of them. Even so, the thought of further disappointing her today, even if only by accident caused her a whole lot of anxiety.
Dash felt the tip of the toy position against her nether lips. At length, her Mistress eased it into her, never changing pace and never stopping. The cool, slippery rubber length was a tight fit, either she was extra tight today or the toy was extra large, it was hard to be sure. Dash couldn’t help moaning, she was so overly sensitive, once the fun started she’d pop in seconds. A thought struggled to grab Dash’s enrapt attention. Any chance it had was obliterated as her Mistress’ hips sent sparks of pain shooting off the raw, burning flesh of her ass. A moment later, the toy hilted inside her and she was fulfilled. Dash was overwhelmed by sensation, a cacophony inside her that drowned out thought and perception. She couldn’t help breathing a loud, hitching moan of satisfaction.
“Oh Dashie, you really need it badly, don’t you?” Mistress emphasised the point by giving Dash’s ass an affectionate, but painful squeeze that set Dash’s world spinning again.
“Yes, Mistress.” Her voice conveyed the ache inside, no other words were necessary.
“Oh but Dashie, you’re so wound up... You’ll be done too quickly for my tastes.” Dash knew this was her signal to beg.
“Please Mistress. Please fuck me.”
Mistress giggled. “You don’t make this easy for me Dashie. You know I can’t say no to a request like that.”
Just as slowly Mistress pulled out, taking the feeling with her. For every second of the withdrawal Dash expected Mistress to suddenly reverse on her. Every moment was a tense struggle not to cry out prematurely in anticipation of the event. Only it never happened. And soon Rainbow Dash was painfully empty again. It was enough to make a girl scream.
“It just so happens I have a solution that will satisfy both of us though…”
Dash’s breath caught as she felt the toy again, this time pressed against the tightly clenched, puckered flesh of her backdoor. Understanding flowed into her and excitement followed. This had always been her Mistress’ plan. Her Mistress knew her too well...
“Now Dashie, what’s the golden rule?” Mistress bucked her hips while she spoke and Dash’s thoughts blurred. Instinctively Dash clenched against the intrusion and even so felt herself forced eye-wateringly open.
“Relaxation, Mistress.” Dash worked against herself to undo the tension in her body and was rewarded as the tip fully breached her.
“Good girl.” Dash could feel a proud smile behind the words. She had a brief, calm moment of contentment before the storm began in earnest.
Even with the help of the golden rule and all the natural lubricants Dash’s body had to offer, the first couple of inches were bad, Rainbow Dash bit so hard into her lip she could taste blood. This was bigger than the usual toy they used for this, this was too much… Had Mistress somehow switched it out on her? It felt so much bigger now than it had a few seconds ago. Dash tried her best to relax, but it was hard to without the ease and comfort of proper lube.
“Oh I know, it’s big, but you’ve just got a couple more inches to go, I believe in you.” Mistress emphasised the statement by giving Dash a resounding slap to her already raw flesh, sending white hot sparks of pain, pleasure and humiliation through Dash.
The toy inside her felt indescribably good as Mistress worked it inside her with slow, steady pressure. Dash felt stretched in ways she didn't usually. She felt her outsides being dragged ever so slightly into her as the extra friction tugged her in with the shaft. This hurt, a bit too much to be the good kind of hurt, but in turn that just made it better. Dash shuddered and moaned, it was unbelievable how good it felt to hurt like this.
"Come on Dashie, you do this often enough that you can’t be having this much trouble. Maybe you need a firmer hand?" Mistress emphasised the question by adjusting her grip on Dash so her hands now dug painfully into Dash’s hips. Those strong, sure hands urged her downwards, to her knees. The length of the toy shifted inside her as Dash eagerly complied with the unspoken request. Then Dash felt one of those hands on the back of her head and she was forced further over, her head forced down onto the floor, her cheek resting on the cold, tiled floor.
Once the angle was set, Mistress made a sudden move and Rainbow Dash gasped as the majority of the shaft slipped inside her, just short of bottoming out. Dash already felt like she didn't have enough space left for the rest. It did cross her mind that this could really mess her up if the "lube" wasn't enough, and she thought briefly about how she'd explain this. This thought lasted until she felt the glowing fulfilment of Mistress's hips reminding her asscheeks of their torment, and the last little bit of shaft sliding into place. There was just something magical about that feeling that Dash would never have the words for.
Dash couldn't help moaning slightly as Mistress started the first lengthy withdrawal. Her insides, unprepared for the sensation, clenched around the shaft and Dash gasped as she was momentarily overcome by the aching mixture of pleasure, panic and pain. As Mistress withdrew, Dash took some very dissonant pleasure in the subtle, deep sensation of her insides being dragged outwards.
Mistress took Dash at her leisure, in no hurry despite, or perhaps because there was no guarantee of how much time they'd have. Dash would admit though, she was only really antsy because she was taking it, if someone had walked in on them with their roles reversed, there would have been no question of stopping.
The slow pace's purpose came to light as Dash realised her ass was now uncomfortably chafing, the lubricant was wearing thin and it was going from unpleasant to unworkable. If they didn't finish up soon, she'd hurt for days. She tried to hang on as best she could, but in the end, when Mistress had to use a particularly violent tug to get loose, she couldn't help crying out.
"Dashie, is this hurting you?"
Dash couldn't say anything but yes. Mistress would know if she lied, and she didn't want to be punished for lying.
"Oh why didn't you say so, Dashie? You have to let me know if it’s hurts, otherwise I can't fix it. I know you like to think you're tough, but you really are a delicate flower at heart.”
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
"You should be more sorry. You know how much damage I can do if I’m not careful with you back there."
"Sorry, Mistress."
"Don’t apologise to me Dashie, I’m not the one who nearly got my ass torn up. Just tell me next time.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Now, as punishment, you’re going to lubricate it yourself, as many times as we need to to get you off.”
“Mistress, I…”
“No Dashie, I need to punish you so you can learn. You’ll speak up next time..”
“Yes… Mistress.”
Dash found herself spun around to face what she assumed was her mistress, and she felt what could only be the toy poke her in the cheek. She gulped. Mistress had threatened her with this kind of thing since they’d first met, but it was only now she found herself faced with actually carrying it through. Dash had thought about it, quite a bit actually, sometimes curiously, but mostly as something to be avoided. Now it was happening she tried her very hardest not to think about where it’d been as she wrapped her lips around it. After all, Mistress told her to keep her ass clean, inside and out, so there shouldn’t be much to taste.
That assumption didn’t pan out. It wasn’t as bad as Dash had expected, but as was logical, Dash was confronted by a rather distinctive flavour and odour. It wasn’t what she’d expected though, there wasn’t anything she could detect that was… untoward in it. It was just different. Very, very different. It would take quite a bit of getting used to.
Tentatively, Dash started working the toy like she would at any other time, but due to the way things were, she had to keep stopping to catch her breath or lick her lips, she couldn’t seem to keep the saliva flowing. Dash desperately tried to conjure the enthusiasm, she knew her struggles wouldn’t escape her mistress’ notice.
“Stop being such a baby Dashie, if you keep yourself clean like you tell me you do, you’ve got nothing to worry about. If you don’t stop being so scared, we’re going to have to practice this more. We’ve talked about this in the past, and you know it’s something I expect my favourite little slut to be able to do anytime and anyplace. One way or another, you’re going to learn to love cleaning up Dash, and we’re going to keep practicing until you do.”
“Yes Mistress,” Dash said, tasting her future with uncertainty.
“In the meantime, I don’t have time for you to get over yourself, so I’m sorry about this, but…” Dash felt her mistress’s strong hands on the back of her head, and found herself pulled onto the toy. Acting on honed instincts, she let herself be guided onto it until the toy was lodged eye-wateringly in her throat, tasting it only after she felt flesh against the tip of her nose, and her lips were wrapped around the base. She gagged, and gagged again before some of her training kicked in. Then she had no choice but to focus on the taste. Like before, it wasn’t bad. Her body definitely didn’t want to be tasting it, but on an intellectual level, it was just a taste and it’d pass.
“How’s that Dashie? I know you can’t answer, but I’d just like to point out, your lips should now be right where your precious little ass was. How’s that feel?”
Dash felt that reverberate within her. If she’d ever doubted, the fact was now inescapable. She was now there for whatever her mistress wanted her for. She’d become a toy. And she loved it. She loved it so much that she was here, violating instinct, taboo and common sense because her mistress wanted her to, and with all that in mind… she was actually enjoying it. A shudder ran through her.
“Alright, I think you’ve got it good and ready to go back in your ass, Dashie. Turn around for me.”
Rainbow Dash pulled herself off the toy and complied, spinning what she hoped was one hundred and eighty degrees on her knees, and stretching out onto all fours again. Mistress was in her before her hands hit the ground. Dash cried out as thick shaft slid smoothly into her, feeling that quintessential fullness that she craved. The impact of her Mistress’ hips on her raw behind followed, drawing out a squeal and stoking the immense heat in her lower body. Everything from her waist to her knees was liquid fire.
It was better after the interruption, between the lingering taste and the litany of sensation emanating from where Mistress was working her, Dash found it hard to concentrate enough to think for the next couple of minutes. When she found she could again, it was with the burning knowledge that she was fundamentally in a race, if she didn’t finish before her spit stopped wore thin…
Unfortunately, that made it awfully hard to get turned on enough to come.
“Mistress… it’s starting to hurt.”
“Okay Dashie, we know how we can fix that, don’t we?”
“Mistress I can..”
Before Dash could protest further, it was back in her mouth. She wasn’t even sure when she’d got turned around, it was just there. And so was the taste.
“I already told you, this is no time to be brave Dashie. It needs to be nice and juicy before it can go back in your ass.”
Dash gagged slightly as she took it all the way to the hilt. She couldn’t help what it tasted like, but, and as uncomfortable as the thought was… it tasted… good? No, not quite, but it tasted like pure filthy sin. This was as debauched she’d ever been, as disgusting and out of control as she’d ever imagined, and hotter in context than she’d ever dreamed. And that was powerful. On the next pass, she didn’t need help to get the toy all the way in and even hesitantly licked around the base while she was there.
Before she knew it, the toy was back in her ass. This time she wasn’t coming in from a standing start and was able to slip right into her mistress’s rhythm. Dash threw herself into it with wild, burning abandon and she came achingly, painstakingly close, but in the end, it just started to hurt again.
“It… it hurts again…”
“Oh Dashie, you want another taste so soon? I told you you’d learn, I just didn’t expect it to be so quickly.”
Dash’s ears burned and her face was hot with shame, because she knew that her mistress was on some level right. Doubt flooded into her system. Couldn’t she just have held out? Had the pain really been that bad? Wasn’t this worse?
But it was back in her mouth before she could think too much about it, the taste overriding all reason and logic, the burning in her throat and tears in her eyes. Unbearable heat flowed in her loins and she found she didn’t care anymore. She didn’t need to think about it anymore. She could just do it.
And then the shaft was back in her ass, and she was ready to come this time. She had no reservations holding her back as her mistress fucked her relentlessly into the screaming abyss of pleasure.
When Dash came to her senses, she couldn’t be sure whether she passed out or not. All she felt was still and peaceful. Then something poked her cheek.
“I hope you enjoyed your treat Dashie, I just need a little more from you. I’m sure it won’t be a problem given what I’ve just seen. I need you to clean up after yourself, I can’t well put it away like this.”
Dash, now primed for it, took the toy all the way comfortably and then took her time licking it thoroughly. Thoughts concerning taste didn’t bother her at all this time, she just kept licking like the nasty slut she knew she was until her mistress told her to stop.
“You really are a depraved little thing aren’t you Dashie? I’m tempted to stick it back up there just so you can clean it again, that was quite the performance. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble doing that for me again.”
“No Mistress.”
“Why not Dashie? That’s pretty gross, you know.”
“I… I like the taste Mistress.” Dash eagerly played into her own debasement.
“The taste of what Dashie? Be specific, you never need to be ashamed of what you are around me.”
“I like the taste of my ass, Mistress.” Dash felt the heat rise again in her cheeks. Somehow saying it made her feel dirtier than when she’d actually been doing it.
“You really are my perfect little fucktoy, Dashie.” Dash felt an affectionate hand run through her hair, and the warmth of affection and intimacy flooded into her. After-care wasn’t an option with the way their relationship was, but when she wasn’t teaching Dash new and exciting things about her own body, it was abundantly clear that Mistress cared about her.
“Yes, Mistress, I am Mistress.” Dash pressed her head forward to meet Mistress’ hand, meeting her halfway.
“Good girl. We had a rough start today, but I think you acquitted yourself well at the end there. Do you have anything to say before I go?”
“Thank you... Mistress.”
“That’s my Dashie. Now I’ve got to go. Try not to get yourself into more trouble while I’m gone.”
She felt her mistress’s lips place an affirming kiss on her forehead. And then, without sound, she knew her mistress had left.
The lights came back on and with them the elevator resumed its descent.
Dash picked herself up and touched her lips. The light had an instant effect on the way she looked at what just happened. Now that she was Rainbow Dash again, and not Dashie, what she’d just done made her stomach heave a little. Afterglow took the edge off it, but the principle of the thing was sheer degeneracy. And yet… there was no denying she’d enjoyed it. Too much. Too much not to do it again. But she couldn’t just… do it. Not for no reason. No. When Mistress asked. And only then. Otherwise she didn’t want to think about what that meant for her.
Dash looked around for her clothes, but realised with a sense of resignation that her mistress had taken them. And her bike keys with them. She was going to have to walk home like this. Again. Her building supervisor already thought she was a weird fetishist, after today he was probably right. The thought of being seen like this didn’t bother her much anymore, it wasn’t far to go, and she knew that her mistress would be watching. Distantly it occurred to her that one day this would catch up to her at work, but that wasn’t worth worrying about right now. She might as well enjoy her walk of shame.
Her eyes took a couple of seconds to fully adjust, when they did she found her Mistress had left her an extra present. A single strand of silky hair sat on her shoulder. Dash picked it deftly off her body and stretched it out, examining it as best she could. It was impossible to tell for sure it looked silvery in the light, and dark in the shadow. It had the littlest bit of red in it, so it looked pink in some lights. There was no way she’d be able to hold onto it on the way home, but it was precious and beautiful to her nonetheless. Then she let the hair fall.
Idly Dash ran through the list of people she knew whose head this hair might have come from and found herself exasperated, Dash knew a lot of people with hair like this. More than likely, Mistress was fucking with her again. Though the thought of some of the people she knew saying some of what Mistress said was hilarious.
The elevator doors opened with a chime. Stiffly and still tingling pleasantly in all sorts of places, Dash strode off into the light.
Author's Note
So here we are.
The first thing you need to know is how slow I am at getting this kind of thing done, this took roughly two years on and off to get done, for a variety of reasons, the majority of which I have forgotten. Then it failed moderation and it took me a year to edit it.
The second is that if you enjoyed this story, you should be, again, thanking DbzOrDie who has relentlessly pushed me uphill to get this story published.
The third is that there is more to the story of Dash and her mysterious Mistress, including an actual identity for said Mistress and a lot more of the particular variety of action I write, but you may be waiting a while. I struggle with motivation as the past two points to attest to, we'll see how things go.
The fourth is how grateful I am to you for making it this far, and reading the story. It's beyond the limits of my ability to express. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I'm looking forward to hearing anything you have to say, if you're game.
Finally, again, shout-outs to Wintermist, O, Braininthejar and WishyWish. They're good people, and good writers, you should go check them out.
