Into That Darkness Peering

[Notes on the Experience of Submitting:

Imagine... imagine your mind is fog.

Imagine your entire being, your entire everything, is a mist that's curling around you. Like the whole world is colors and light and softness. And no, that's not a drug. That's just the sensation that forces its way into your mind when you reach it.

They call it 'subspace' - when you go so deep into a scene that you become completely attuned with the persona. When all you can think of is to please the person in front of you. When you disassociate without being completely lost.

For an egotist like me, I need that in my life. And for a mare like her, I'd do it a hundred times over.

-Scarlet]

A few doodles of collars and restraints fill the page. Underneath one is a note. “ For me, there are many types of submission, but it is always an emotional experience, and it is always potent. It is like unscrewing the top of a shaken-bottle of sparkling water. It is like the bursting of flood gates. The inner life is exposed and thrust at last into the external life. What more terrifying or more desperately desirable thing can one imagine but to be Known and to Know?” The note is crossed out by the same pen, but still legible.

Scarlet, cowed and subservient, was led through the halls of Castle Blood. The collar and soft cuffs of monster-leather she’d been outfitted with were still secure, with Perique’s leaf cutie mark emblazoned on them for all to see. Her outfit had been discarded--a small mercy, as with her flanks still very sore, the poor slave would have not had a nice walk down to the lower chambers with it on--but in it’s place Perique had provided something almost as nice.

Holding her leash and walking just a few steps ahead, Perique hummed a soft tune, one of the old ones from her youth, and tried not to appear too eager to run into one of the other patrons.

She’d planned even this. Picked the day and the time and even the playroom they would use.

Not that she’d done all that just to parade her cute little slave’s abused rear in front of others. That was just a bonus. Scarlet’s public display in the hallways was just an appetizer.

Rounding a corner, they came across two stallions walking very close and grinning at each other. One of them, wearing the masks often worn by dominant ponies in the Society’s halls, cocked his head to the side questioningly. She grinned at him and gave just the slightest nod, thankful that Scarlet would probably not notice. She had seen company and instantly bowed her head in embarrassment.

“A new one, I see,” said the masked stallion, and beneath the mask she could see him grinning.

“Very new,” Perique purred and brought Scarlet up to sit at her hooves with a tug. “Have a look, if you’d like.”

The two stallions laughed and approached. Perique watched them, amused yet also watchful as they circled the flushed Scarlet, commenting without hesitation. They did not touch her, nor did they ask to do so, but it was enough.

“She has nice flanks. Would it be alright if she stood for us?” asked the one without a mask, who wore no collar.

She clicked her tongue and Scarlet’s ears perked. “Slave, present yourself to these fine stallions. Swiftly, ‘ere you draw my ire.”

With a squeak, the small mare nodded and stood for a moment before half-kneeling on her front legs and spreading her back ones.

Perique knew that if she looked over that her own arousal would be hard to hide, but that honestly only made it harder not to look. The maid uniform had been folded and left on the bed during a brief break, and then she let Scarlet sit at her feet for awhile before offering her a choice. She could wear the scratchy maid’s uniform and have it rub against her sore flanks all the way down into the depths…

Or she could let Perique adorn her.

Scarlet’s tail swished as much as it could as the stallions whistled admiringly--not that it could move much, and not that she could hide her exposed sex. The bit in her mouth tied to the base of her tail had made that impossible. The plug in her ass and the one from her dripping snatch drew their attention, and they chuckled as they pointed out just how pretty she was with her new lady’s cutie mark in plain sight for anyone to see to whom she belonged.

They leered a bit more, the one in the mask even commenting that he was almost jealous of the good Lady, before they went their own way. Scarlet was tugged up by her leash and a tongue click, and she followed dutifully. Perique didn’t need to look back to know that her little lover was a quivering mess. If she had had their consent before, she would have been tempted to play with her toy right there with them watching. Perhaps another time.

There was always tomorrow, after all.

The rest of the way was without incident, not that the adorable slave seemed to appreciate it. She kept her head down as much as the leash tugging on her collar would allow, her ears splayed in obvious embarrassment, and Perique couldn’t help but steal glances back at her to revel in the obvious squirming.

But the hallways and great opulent chambers gave way eventually to winding stairs down into the bedrock beneath Castle Blood, lit by torches and the red tiny will-of-the-whisp that her magic kept aloft above their heads. Every step echoed. Here was where things got very different. They had played with others present, played in groups, but Perique had always chosen more conventional spaces or their own homes.

Seized by a whim, she stopped on the long stair. Scarlet almost bumbled into her, but to preserve at least a bit of both their dignities and to keep herself from being toppled, she stopped the poor slave in a magic grip. She loosened the reins enough for Scarlet to be able to speak and waited as she worked her jaw.

“Tell me, pet,” she stage whispered into the seeming void, “how do you feel?”

“F-Feel? I mean, I don’t understand, mistress.”

She let their voices echo a bit, let Scarlet wait on the answer just a second past where the lack of answer became uncomfortable, and then spoke. “Were I one such as you, little pet, I would be shaking with fear.” She put a hoof under Scarlet’s chin and lifted so that their eyes met. What a sight she must be, eyes shining bright red in the dark. Already, the poor thing quivered. “Before, you could entertain fancies of escape. Maybe if you were fast enough, maybe if you were clever enough… But where I’m taking you, there is no escape.”

She leaned in and spoke the last right in Scarlet’s ear, nuzzling her chin as she did in just the right way for her fangs to prick the shivering’s mare’s cheek. “Is such a new, unruly slave truly capable of withstanding what awaits her at the bottom of these stairs?”

Scarlet groaned and fumbled over her words. “I… I… Does it have to wait ‘till then?”

Perique laughed and pushed her back lightly with a hoof. “I suppose I have no need to stay my hoof, then. Not that you’ll wait long.” She replaced the bridle with slightly more roughness than was perhaps necessary, just enough to get a little surprised yelp that drew out a grin, and then pulled Scarlet the last few meters to the bottom.

Another hallway, dark as the stairs, but Perique pulled her along so she could only experience it in flashes of light and the crack of what could only be a whip of some kind, followed by a sharp cry somewhere between pain and lust.

Perique took her distraction to quietly and quickly unleash her, open the door to the room she had selected beforehand, and prod Scarlet in with another magical touch.

Scarlet squeaked and tumbled in.

The room was unassuming. Bare, except for two key things: a table with various implements on it, and a wooden frame. Scarlet blinked at them, as if trying to piece together a puzzle.

Typical. Even here, she can’t not try to make sense of it. Perique smiled to herself and then stepped into her role in force.

“Sit up straight,” she barked. “I must prepare a few things. Move an inch and I shall know. Turn thy head, and I shall know.” Now she began to lean into the archaic patterns of the Old Colony. “Do so much as whine without my permission whilst you are in this place, and I shall repay you for your insolence.” She circled, glowering. “Tell me, what are you?”

Scarlet let out a whining, unintelligible sound. She didn’t really need an answer. Getting her to fail at speaking around the bridle, unable to control herself as she drooled a bit around it… that was more than enough.

She tugged at the loop on her little slave’s collar, guiding her towards the wooden frame, before leaving her to stare at it. Let her overthink it. Perique hoped she would, as she stepped away to make sure the things she had stored here this morning were all in order. This was as much a game of the minds as it was of the body, and nothing was sweeter than letting the imaginative ones stew in their own anticipation.

Satisfied, she returned and stood on the other side of the A-shaped frame. “There are blocks on either side,” she said evenly. “Use them.” Another magic tug, and without much prompting the wobbly Scarlet Letter ascended.

Under each of her hooves was a small platform with straps, and as soon as each hoof touched tentatively down it was secured beyond recovery. Scarlet pulled at them and looked back up at her with shock that Perique wasn’t quite sure was entirely feigned.

She pinched the skin beneath her slave’s coat, right above her cutie mark. Yes, the first moment you were bound was a shock, but she had more exciting things in store. “Lie down. Stop squirming, or I shall add even more.”

She didn’t have to say what she was adding. It was better not to. Let Scarlet guess. Let her guesses get ever more wild.

As soon as that cute little tummy was touching the padded frame, Perique captured it with another strap. She stepped away and admired the view of a wide-eyed, trapped Scarlet. She hadn’t been lying before: it was easy to escape up above. Her lover was resourceful if nothing else. But here? Down so far, bound as she was?

Helpless. Like a doll Perique could toy with at her leisure.

She stepped back, caught a smiling look at her slave’s backside still exposed to the cold air, and retrieved a riding crop. She tested it on her own foreleg and winced even as she hummed with pleasure. The pain was nothing compared to that satisfying smack. She loved the force of it, the way it reverberated.

“Do try to count, even if you can’t say a thing, you squirming little slut,” she spat, and then with an eager grin she began.

The crop slapped down hard on Scarlet’s flank, filling the room with the sharp sound and Scarlet’s startled hiss. Before she could even grumble out some sort of response, the Lady was on her again, laughing as she struck a second time, a third, a fourth right beside her plaything’s lashing tail.

She paused, her chest heaving. It felt… it felt like falling forward, like her head and heart were on fire. “Ring your little bell, toy,” she growled. “It pleases me.”

Scarlet stiffened and the safety bell attached to her tail rang clearly. Perique, again, wasn’t lying. She did like the clear, pleasant note. But what she liked more was the way her concerns and bubbly worry vanished. She could do this. It was alright to do this.

She went in hard, catching Scarlet on both flanks evenly, even striking twice on her shoulders with a lighter touch. She gave no quarter, and the blows came one after another with a indulgent methodical efficiency. Every blow, every choked gasp or cry, every trembling muscle beneath her--they drew her out of herself, drew her out of being Perique until all that was left was the Lady, the Vampire, the blood-instinct that flashed with lust at each tiny prick of pain.

She wanted to feed again, and only the way Scarlet twitched at the very possibility of another blow satisfied her enough to keep that at bay. No more blows came. Scarlet did not stop shivering. She was still waiting for the next impact.

What she was not expecting was for her Lady to gently run the tip of the crop underneath her tail and toy at what it found there. She gave a choked gasp and bucked against the crop, and the Lady pulled it away with a laugh.

“Are all mares of the East as slutty as you, I wonder? Here you are, strapped down and at my mercy, bruised and beaten, and the mere hint of what I might give you and you can’t help but act like a bitch in heat.” She walked around into the slave’s line of sight and stayed there for a moment, eying her, before lifting the crop to her lips and tasting the tip. “You taste of shameful lust, you know. You reek of it.”

The Lady bared her fangs and returned the crop to her slave’s slit and teased around it gently. Her little slave couldn’t meet her eyes, and only with another tug at her collar did she look up.

“Look down, and I’ll stop,” said the Lady, and carefully pushed the edge of the crop between her folds. “Look into my eyes. Nowhere else.”

She took a step forward, then another, and silently took a deep breath. She hadn’t tried this yet. It was an unknown. But her new borrowed nature screamed in her ear to be let loose, if only for a moment.

“Look into mine eyes and see how they push out all besides. They’re everywhere, aren’t they? So wide, so large, so all-seeing. Thou couldst never escape, even if--” she added a touch of magic to the edge of the crop, knowing from experience it would feel like a gentle buzzing. “--even if your dripping sex would let thee. But I know you don’t want to flee. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? What a little slut you are. You should be terrified and pleading, and all you want is this.”

She removed the crop, and replaced it with magic before her slave could protest. “Thy legs are shaking like a sapling in a storm, little pet. Little toy. You would do absolutely anything right now, methinks. If I were to but ask it of you, you would beg for me to hurt you in delicious ways for just a bit more of my touch.”

The desperate slave tried almost lazily to shake her head, but even that was too much. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the hypnotic stare. Even as the crop punished her flanks, her shoulders, the buzzing against her exposed pussy continued.

“Sing for me, little pet. Sing like a good girl for her mistress.” She removed the bridle quickly and the hapless slave let out a shrill, needy cry.

“Beg me!” the Lady. “Beg me to use you for my pleasure. Beg me to make you a toy for my amusement.”

“C-Cel… I…” the slave stumbled over every syllables. They came out in a rush as her body shook. “F-F-fuck me please, please stars above I’m begging you.”

Perique was caught up in the moment. She slapped Scarlet across the face. “I’ll decide when that happens, slave,” she said haughtily, and then paused.

There was a spike of fear in her belly as the sound of her blow echoed on the stones. All of the worry came to the fore in a rush. She’d gone too far. She’d gone too far--

And then Scarlet looked up at her and nodded with a look she could only describe as hungry. “Yes’m, yes mistress,” she babbled, her face flushed.

“That’s enough of that,” she said. The world around her stilled and steadied itself. She was still alright. She was still here, Scarlet was still here, and she hadn’t gone too far. She tied placed the bridle back in her mouth.

What came next was torturous, but she loved it. With her magic she teased at the edges of Scarlet’s sex, pausing only to nibble on as she circled. The crop would hit at random points, never repeating itself. The swing would come, Scarlet would writhe, and then her legs would go stiff as Perique teased and teased.

The Lady was back. She toyed with her slave. She played her like a violin before a packed concert hall. Bite here, and she whined--touch there and she would shiver. Only when the shivers were all she got did she step back for a moment.

“You’ve endured, haven’t you?” she said quietly after a moment.

The slave nodded slowly, as if she were in a daze.

“Thou didst so well, too. I almost want to reward thee.”

She watched the slave’s ears perk with sudden urgent interest. There was nodding and muffled pleading around the bit, and a vain attempt to lash her tail, and none of it moved the Lady a bit. She stood behind her toy and watched all of this quietly.

“But, I’m not here to reward you, not really,” she continued, and waited for the whine before she went on. “I’m here to show thee that thou art at a best a toy. A plaything. A new slave to break in before my guests arrive, and nothing more. If I want to give thee release, why, I’ll do it. If I don’t…”

She laughed at the whines the poor thing made. “But I find I enjoy playing with you, so perhaps I’ll continue.”

But she didn’t, not right away. She let the crop wander idly over her slave’s back, let it touch the bruised and raw flanks. Time wasn’t exactly of the essence, after all. She’d chosen this frame position and this frame precisely because it would be easier on her lover if she decided to draw things out.

Then she drew away, and her pet was alone.

At first, she merely admired. Even like this, Scarlet was beautiful, wasn’t she? Especially like this. It reminded her of old historical paintings, all strong emotion and vivid posing, all drama and frozen action. Every frazzled breath was precious.

Perique didn’t leave her alone for long. She didn’t want to worry so much as make her… anxious. Let her stew in the wanting.

She checked her pendant and nodded. Still some magic left, but she didn’t want to run out mid-scene. She carried what she needed from the table and then nuzzled against the slave’s flank, eliciting a soft gasp. “What a silly, squirming thing you are,” she murmured, and then nibbled a bit.

She had enough magic for a few more minutes, surely. That was really all she needed.

“I’m going to play a little game,” she said quietly. Her voice echoed off the stone walls. “I would ask you if you wanted to play, but you don’t have any choice. Let me tell you the rules.”

As the Lady spoke, she maneuvered the toy she’d selected around to touch her slave’s sex just slightly. Just announcing it’s presence, that was all. “I’m going to do something nice for you, pet, just because I want to. The blows won’t stop. If you finish before I do, then there will be consequences. Do you understand me?”

She didn’t wait for the muffled answer before slipping the toy in slowly. Scarlet’s head lashed back and forth. Of course she wanted to back up into it, wrap her legs around, do anything at all--but she couldn’t. It was the beauty of the frame. All she could do was feel and enjoy.

Once the toy was all the way in, Perique let out a shaky breath and then touched the button near the base that set it to buzzing.

She let go of the smirking, sadistic vampire long enough to groan softly into Perique’s side. She could feel the little earth pony shaking and shivering and it took a lot of concentrated willpower not to simply reach down and touch herself. Stars above she wanted to just listen to that moans coming around that bit in her lover’s mouth and just…

She called up the magic and the crop began its work again. Just a bit more, she told herself. Just a bit… and if she had any left over she could use it on herself.

If she hadn’t been bound, Scarlet’s legs would have given out as soon as the toy started vibrating. Her moaning had given way to muffled cries and a kind of high-pitched mewling as she ground her whole body against the only thing she could: the frame. The crop swatted at her flanks, and Perique laid back to watch.

She licked her lips and slowly reached down. No, she wouldn’t wait. She could multitask. That time with the Rangers had been useful for that, at least. Her head was swimming in lust, her whole body was warm and she was hard. The first touch of her hoof along the length of her marecock elicited a groan that she only barely suppressed. The crop faltered in midair, but she corrected it.

She stroked and watched and bit her lip, and every single sound drove her faster. But her hoof wasn’t enough. Perique divided her magic suddenly, not even thinking anymore, and encased her length and sheath in a vibrating, pulsing magic grip. She shuddered, and squeezed her eyes shut.

“R-Remember, pet,” she rasped. “Finish before your mistress, and she’ll be displeased.”

Not that the poor thing was going to find that difficult. Perique shifted her weight and gasped. By the Old Gods it wasn’t even hard to divide her attention between two things! It just happened! Scarlet was panting now, still trying to grind back without luck against the toy that was in her.

And Perique decided to help her along. The crop fell out of the air, and instead she used her magic to circle around Scarlet’s sensitive little nub and tear the bit from her mouth all at once. She didn’t know how she was doing it. She didn’t care. Perique just wanted to hear her plaything screaming her name.

And she did, loudly, loud enough to be heard all the way down the hall. “Mistress! M-Mistress L-liliitthhhPerique oh--I--” She was babbling, trapped with nothing to do but enjoy her ride over the edge as Perique watched her winking around the toy.

It was too much. Scarlet finished with a long wordless cry and her whole body seized up before going limp. She tried to speak but it only came out in a rushed babbling of nonsense, her mistress’ name mixed in for good measure.

It only took another moment. Perique came, and she came hard, enough to make spots flash in her vision and steal her breath away. Her wings flared out behind her and she didn’t even care to hide the sound of her pleasure.

A last bit of magic shut off the toy, but it was another long moment of the both of them panting in the sudden silence before she could rise on shakey legs to come around to where Scarlet could see her. Smiling softly, but no doubt with a gleam in her eye, Perique held up her hoof covered in her own spunk.

“Clean thine mistress’ hoof, pet,” she purred, and Scarlet obeyed without a word, groaning desperately and exhaustedly as she licked the hoof clean. The toy wasn’t removed until every bit of her seed was gone, and once it was out Perique returned to nuzzle her lover’s cheek.

“There’s a mattress in the corner,” she said softly, and kissed Scarlet. “I’ve already laid it out. That sound nice?” She got weary nods and an absent smile in return, and went about loosing the bonds and leading an exhausted earth pony carefully to her rest.