Making a Wallflower Blush

It was early in the evening, with the sun barely beginning its descent, when Wallflower Blush opened her locker. However, this was not her locker at school or at the gym where she worked out occasionally. No, this locker was placed deep within the earth as evidence by the rocky walls that resembled those of a cave around her. This place, hidden from judging eyes, was a place for those who wished to fulfill their sexual desires safely among other like minded people and was called Clocktower Terra Nova.

The Society was a new thing here in the city of Canterlot, with Wallflower being one of the first members outside of the seven founders. Prior to her invite, she had been aware of a few kink classes that were taught during the night but had never really participated. Not that anyone would remember her being there, which made it feel near impossible to find someone she trusted enough to engage in anything like this. Besides, the things taught in those classes only slightly appealed to her. The truth was that Wallflower had a special fantasy that kept her up at night, vigorously rubbing her pussy as her body was drenched in sweat while imagining it. When her eyes finally closed she would dream about living out her fetish in one of those kink clubs she would read about online. But no matter how vivid the dream, deep down she knew it would never come true. Groups like those were very exclusive and probably required her to be very wealthy or, at the very least, super model levels of hotness.

As Wallflower took off her sweatshirt she could easily remember the moment that changed her life. She had been working alone in the school’s garden, making sure it was properly weeded while she daydreamed. While the fantasy played in her mind, she could feel her nipples harden and her pussy beginning to moisten. Wallflower knew that unless she masturbated in the bathroom after this, there was no way she could make it home with how worked up she was. She as so caught up in her fantasy that she never noticed someone coming up behind her and placing a hand on her shoulder. There were two sudden gasps and when she turned around, Wallflower was face to face with a blushing Sunset Shimmer. From there the rest, as they say, was history.

Smiling at the memory, Wallflower unbuttoned her jeans before shimmying out of them. After folding them and her sweatshirt and putting them in her locker, Wallflower took a step back before turning to look at one of the several mirrors in the sub’s locker room. As she undid her plain white bra her unimpressive B cup’s that were easily overlooked came into view. Most people, she had noticed, would prefer to stare at people who had the large D cups and above like Rarity or Fluttershy. Her nipples were a darker shade of green while also being a bit large for her breast size. As for her ass, well it wasn’t the plump, rounded flesh like Pinkie Pie had or the tight, athletic rump on Rainbow Dash. Once she was free from her panties, her freshly shaven cunt was on full display. Wallflower had done this enough times to know that the people here preferred it like this, while she enjoyed the feel.

With her undergarments off and tossed into her locker, Wallflower began to put on her submissive gear. The first thing she went for was her collar. Made of bright red leather with a brighter red band that stood out, it fit neatly and comfortably around her neck while also showing off every color of gem the Society used to identify sexual preference. This meant that Wallflower was bisexual and didn’t care who played with her body. After securing her collar, Wallflower put on her matching wrist and ankle bands before clipping a bell in her hair. Once the bell was secure she willed it to ring just to make sure it was working. With that checked off, Wallflower moved to put on her final items: a ball gag and a blindfold. The ball gag was red, like her collar, with plenty of tiny holes to allow her to breathe through. As for the blindfold, it too was made of the same red leather making it impossible for her to see anything.

Like magic, the moment her locker was closed the door to the locker room opened. Wallflower heard the sounds of bare feet walking towards her before feeling a girl’s hand on her shoulder. If she could, Wallflower Blush managed a smile from behind her gag knowing that it was one of the seven girls in charge of the Society. Instead she nodded to let whoever it was this time know that she was ready to begin. At once the green skinned girl felt the hand leave her shoulder and soon felt it take hold of her own hand. Slowly she was lead out of the room and into the main hallway.

Every step she took was a major turn on for Wallflower. She could hear the sounds of other people around them who could be looking at her right now. Her pussy dripped with anticipation, knowing that their eyes were on her. She just had to wait a bit longer before the fun could really begin.

More female hands fell on Wallflower’s skin, caressing her gently as she came to a stop. She could tell Rainbow Dash was among them since her hands were always a bit rougher due to her more active lifestyle. Now, the same could have been said for Applejack, but hers were far rougher and the smell of hay wasn’t present. There was a flurry of butterfly kisses across her chest from one of her handlers while the others spread her legs and raised her arms. Wallflower gently threw her head back a bit, feeling the soft wall behind her as did. She could hear clipping noises as her cuffs her locked onto the chains that she knew were in the wall. The chains clinking as she was pulled back and put into place.

Now bound in place she stood there, pressed against the wall with her body on full display. Her arms were held up at shoulder level and her legs were spread to allow full access to her lower lips. The green haired girl knew that next to her were tables full of items she had approved to be used on her if the doms wished to. As for the girls who had been attending her, Wallflower could hear them as they walked back leaving the girl worked up and ready. Now all she had to do was wait for the doms to walk towards her and her fantasy would begin.

Wallflower shivered with anticipation as she waited, straining her ears in order to find out if the doms were coming towards her yet. Her breathing quickened slightly. She knew soon the doms would be walking past her and that she’d be the first thing they’d see when entering the dungeons. She was a part of the wall they couldn’t help but notice. This was her favorite position to be in, displaying everything she was all at once. The only downside was that it made it harder for people to play with her smaller and tighter hole. Not impossible really, but there were definitely things they couldn’t do. Her second favorite was when she was sticking out of the wall, her upper body positioned and mounted like wild game found in a hunter’s lounge while her other end was available to any who walked around. There, she would have an O gag to allow any male dom who wished to use her throat as her rear holes got pounded.

Then she heard them. Men and women, doms and subs alike, walking close to her. She could feel the air move with them as they walked by. She could hear them talk about their plans for the day, some in hushed whispers while others stated their desires loudly without a care in the world. More importantly, she heard some of them talking about her.

“Hey, she’s here today.”

“Sweet, the wall sub.”

“Look at the tits on that slut. Pity she’s a red collar.”

Wallflower’s heart soared with these words. While the only sounds she could let out were moans and whimpers, her thoughts were full of things she wanted to shout. ‘Yes! Look at me! This is one wallflower you can’t resist or forget!’ She could feel her juices now running down her legs, her lewd scent filling the air around her. There was no way for her to tell who was pausing to stare at her helpless body, stroking their meat or pussies as they did. No way to tell who was glancing at the tools next to her as they considered using her. But she would have some idea the next day. It was easiest for the men, who would get raging hard ons when she walked by. None of them would be able to forget what they had seen or did. Which was what Wallflower wanted.

As the crowd continued to move by, Wallflower heard noises next to her. Someone was going over to the tools, sorting through them to see which one they wanted to use first. Perhaps even two given how much rattling was going on.

Then, much to Wallflower’s delight and surprise, she felt hands beginning to touch her once more. The first one was felt on her right thigh, probably a women’s given the feel and slenderness of the fingers. The other was clearly a guy’s, going straight to her nipples to pinch them. Wallflower gasped and cried out through the gag, her body arching as her nipples were pulled on and twisted with little mercy. As her upper body was treated like this, the woman below had brought her face close to the inner thigh and had begun to lap up her juices. What few thoughts could be fired in her brain at this moment suggested that this could be a female dom or, more likely, a sub being order to do this to please her dom. For a second, the picture became clear with a dom standing just a few feet away as he or she silently ordered the sub while enjoying the control. That second was then shattered when Wallflower felt the hands on her tits leave only for her breasts to be slapped hard.

While she cried out, Wallflower also heard movement next to her. The scent of a marker flooded her senses above the pain. Then she felt it on her ass cheek, someone was writing something. Wallflower did her best to feel out what the person was writing, but it happened so quickly that it was impossible. Over and over again, the same person kept writing all across her body. On her other ass cheek, on her stomach, her face, arms. The person who had been playing with her tits had backed off when this began so that her breasts could be decorated with this dom’s writing.

Or maybe they just wanted to get something before continuing to play with her. When the writing stopped, Wallflower felt a sting across her breasts accompanied by the sound of a riding crop striking flesh. Thankfully, whoever was doing this knew not to do it so hard that it would break flesh. If the dom had struck her with that much force, Wallflower would have ended it.

Wallflower waited several endless seconds before the next strike came, her toes curling as the underside of her breast was hit. It was lighter and stung less, yet turned her on all the same. The next strike landed on her right nipple before it was soon followed by one on her left. More strikes came, some harder and some softer. Sometimes they came quickly while other times she had to wait. Each time the crop landed on her, Wallflower’s head was flung back as her breathing quickened. In the background she could hear more people whispering and giggling at the sight, which made her all the wetter.

A sudden noise to her right distracted her. It sounded like someone was squeezing a bottle that had barely anything left in it. The noise repeated once more as the crop stroked her left butt cheek. She then felt hands on her rear, pushing her forwards a bit while spreading her cheeks. Those hands were well known to Wallflower because she felt them every time she came here. They were a man’s hands. Like he had done so many times before, the man began to insert a lubed finger into her asshole, causing her cheeks to burn. As he moved it in and out, the one with the crop began to play with her cunt.

“Don’t cum,” came a man’s voice. Perhaps if Wallflower was able to think straight she would have been able to identify the voice. But right now she was too high on the pleasure running through her body. The man behind her knew how much she liked that hole being played with while others watched. Given all the times he had done this with her he was an expert at it. In front of her, the man rubbed the crop against her lower lips. Sometimes he would strike her, making sure to not to touch the now exposed clit. Wallflower was doing her best to resist the urge to cum, believing that they would bring her greater pleasure if she did.

It was not easy, however. Far from it. The man sounded like he had moved to the side a tad, causing Wallflower to imagine that the crowd before her own had an unobstructed view of her. That they could see her bruised breasts, her panting chest, the look that her face was making, the sight of her pussy. This shoved Wallflower closer to that edge she was doing everything in her power to avoid. As she felt more smacks, the man behind her inserted another finger.

Wallflower’s breathing continued to quicken as she desperately tried to keep herself from cumming. To wait until at least one of them gave her permission. But it seemed like it would be a losing battle. She could hear the doms in from of her moving closer followed by groans. Wallflower’s barely aware brain began to wonder what was going on, but a few sparks occurred when she felt something land on her belly. Something hot that came out in spurts before it was followed by another. Then another! Behind the blindfold, Wallflower’s eyes widened as her blush deepened further. They were cumming on her! She could picture it clearly. The doms who were watching, jerking off to the sight of her body. Or perhaps there were a few male subs around, their male or female doms jerking them off while bringing them closer as to aim their seed onto her body. Wallflower didn’t know nor did she care. The idea that people were getting off to her was more than enough to push her over the edge.

With a loud cry, Wallflower came hard in front of everyone there. Her body becoming rigid for several long minutes as everything in her head became clouded by a white fog. There were no sounds, smells, or anything else. Just calming white pleasure. When she began to come back to her senses, the green skinned girl could feel her head being lifted up. Her neck hurt a bit, making her think that it had been hanging like that for a while. A moment later her gag was removed while she heard the voice of Fluttershy telling her she needed a drink. Breathing heavily still, Wallflower just nodded wordlessly as the end of a straw was pressed against her lips. Remembering the lessons she had been taught, she drank slowly to make sure it didn’t go down the wrong pipe. Once she had had enough, the gag was put back into place and Fluttershy walked away to leave her in the hands of all those still gathered.

She didn’t have to wait very long. Instantly she felt the hands of the dom who loved playing with her ass hole grab both of her butt cheeks as their chests met. Wallflower could feel the semen as it smeared between them, but it was clear that the dom who had her didn’t care at all as he positioned his cock against her slit. Holding her like this allowed Wallflower to get a feel on his body. His chest was firm, meaning he worked out every so often but there was enough softness for her to tell that working out and eating right wasn’t his entire life. He was probably like her: an average person that didn’t stand out much.

He held her like this for several long moments, building her anticipation. Wallflower felt her toes curl. Her small breasts were pushing against his body with every breath she took, her love passage dripping with her fluids. She could hear the whispers all around her, wondering why the show hadn’t started yet. There was also a woman’s voice saying if he didn’t want to fuck her then he should move out of the way. Finally, unable to control herself, Wallflower let out a needy moan that begged him to start.

It seemed that was the signal he had been waiting for, his cock digging into her folds. Wallflower’s body arched away from the wall she was bound to as she felt the cock move within her with little mercy. Most of the time, the cocks Wallflower took inside her were like hotdogs: long and thin. But this was an Italian sausage! Short than most other cocks, but what in lacked in length in made up for in thickness. Her inner passageway was stretched in the most painful yet pleasurable way imaginable.

Once he was all the way inside her, with their hips pressed tightly together, he paused. While Wallflower was thankful that this dom was giving her a moment, she knew there was more to that as he was playing with her ass cheeks. He squeezed them roughly, her his right hand lifted up only to be swiftly brought back down followed by the sound of flesh being smacked. Wallflower cried out as a burning sensation flooded her behind. She could still feel the hand as it rubbed the area it had struck before smacking it again. And again! With each smack, Wallflower felt her inner folds tighten around the object inside her, squeezing it harder. She could feel another jet of cum hit her legs and probably the dom as well as he switched butt cheeks. Once more he began to message and squeeze the left side before striking at it over and over again causing Wallflower to scream into her gag.

It was only after he had planted both hands back onto her ass, squeezing the burning cheeks tightly, that the man began to fuck her! The thrusts where short, rapid bursts that caused Wallflower to see stars behind her blindfold. Her entire body was being shaken, the rattling of her chains filling the room along with the sounds of her master’s grunting. That was all she could hear, but a barely rational part of her brain wondered if she were still being watched? It would help if she could hear their moaning or their lustful comments over the clanking of the chains. However, any further thoughts on that matter were quickly drowned out as the dom fucking her brains out grunted out her name.

New level of euphoria erupted within so much so that she barely noticed him stopping. It was rare for her to hear her name being called out in the heat of the moment like this. She was used to being called ‘the wall slut’ or plain ‘slut’ and even slave. It was only when people like Sunset and her friends were helping her down or when she was in the Cuddle Dungeon that she heard her name spoken. It was almost enough to make her cum! Perhaps she would even-

Wallflower moaned into her gag as she felt a finger slipping into her backdoor. The sensation was enough to make Wallflower realize they had stopped and it didn’t take her long to realize why. Slowly he sank that finger deeper inside of her and, while he did this, Wallflower felt a tongue on her leg. She couldn’t tell if it were a man’s or a woman’s, but it was lapping up the smeared cum with vigor. More hot ropes of semen struck her body, causing Wallflower to roll her head. The delight of knowing they were still getting off to her, in addition to the physical pleasure she was feeling, was so much more than she could stand! Given how sensitive she was when he had inserted himself into her it was amazing that she hadn’t cum then. Now, it was a miracle!

With the man’s finger deep inside her, the dom began to thrust wildly again. Wallflower could feel her back hole tightening around it as he thrust into her pussy. She could feel it squirming in there and given how much she was pressing back there she was surprised she hadn’t snapped it off. The sensation was weird and different, but not without its own sense of wonder.

Then she came. Wallflower was barely aware of her insides clamping down with all their might as one of the most powerful orgasms of her life flooded her body. The world around her came back in flashes as she rode out the tide. She could feel something hot filling her before the whiteness returned. Then, her gag was out and Fluttershy’s voice was telling her to drink once again as she felt cum running down her thighs. She didn’t remember drinking anything, but she did recall Fluttershy asking if she was alright to continue or if she wanted a break for a bit. Then the gag was back in her mouth as she waited for the next one to make use of her body.

Hours later, Wallflower was brought back to the locker room. There she waited for the door to close behind her before taking off her blindfold and gag. With her sight returned she instantly looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. Her skin was covered with words like ‘Exhibitionist whore’, ‘Massive Slut’, and so on. Many of the words on her stomach had been smeared thanks to the cum, but there were still arrows pointing to her cunt. Turning to her side slightly, she saw that someone had written “Slave’ on both sides of her ass. Cum was dripping out of her pussy, enough to make her glad that the Society had magical potions brought over from the Equestrian branch that prevented unwanted pregnancy. Sure there was the morning after pill, but the stuff from Equestria perfectly prevented any chance of her carrying some random guy’s child.

There was more of course. Her breasts had areas that looked darker where she had been smacked with a riding crop, gripped with clamps, squeezed roughly, and so much more that made Wallflower blush at the memories. All of the doms here had played with her for hours, etching it into her memory though her body.

Turning to look at her locker, she saw that someone had taped a photo of her on it. Seeing that her head was down, it was clear it had been taken after for first orgasm. Now she could see everything that had been written on her at the beginning. Wallflower continued to smile as she opened her locker and placed it with all of the others: memories that she couldn’t take home with her until she moved into her own place. With that in its proper place, Wallflower took out her towel out and headed for the shower. She always preferred to being freshly clean before heading down to the Cuddle Dungeon.