Applejack's routine was well-known. She'd wake up, brush her mane and tie it up, then wake Applebloom. The two would go downstairs to where either Big Macintosh or Granny Smith was making breakfast, and then Applejack would head to the orchard to see which trees needed to be bucked. That was her routine, and it was ingrained in the Earth Pony, which is why she was shocked when a new face awaited her when she woke up that morning. Sitting at the table, with a cup of coffee in front of him, and a pot already brewed, was a black stallion, in every sense of the word. His grey mane hung down on the side of his neck, he wore a shirt collar and tie; very much like Time Turner; only the tie was black with a grey outer seam, his tail was cut much in the same way as his mane, not short but cropped enough so that it didn't drag the ground. His eyes, however, were the real highlight of his entire being. They were a deep crimson, with small flecks of bright red inside. As if that wasn't enough, he was also a unicorn, so his horn was already flared up with his magic, the aura's color matching his eyes. After a few minutes of silence, he turned his crimson eyes to Applejack's green ones and smiled.

"Ah! Applejack, good to meet you. Rarity told me of you, but I must say, she understated your beauty. I'm Noir," he said, his accent very much like Rarity's. But, where Rarity's voice was like the tinkle of a bell, very melodic, Noir's voice was rich and deep, like molasses on your soul. Applejack was dumbfounded. "Would you like to sit down? I took the liberty of preparing you something to eat," he said with a smile. Very slowly, the earth pony sat down at the table across from the stallion, and took a look at the spread laid out. A beautifully prepared garden salad, almost artisanal in quality, was in the middle of the table, along with a bowl of assorted fruits and a sweet roll.

"Um..you're one of Rarity's..contacts?" Applejack asked, finding it very hard to speak at the moment. Noir nodded, taking a bite from his salad.

"Indeed I am. Rarity told me you were interested in a dom, and she recommended me to you. I thought though, since you were new to the lifestyle, I'd get to know you a little before we begin our session. You are still interested, yes?" he asked.

"Oh yeah. I am. I just..wasn't expecting this. Not that I don't appreciate meeting you normally first, but well, I assumed I would've been..summoned to some sorta secluded building or something," Applejack said, taking a bite of one of the fruits.

"Haha! I can assure you, Applejack, there would have been no summons, no absconding with you in the middle of the night to my 'lair', nothing. We're adults and so we'll meet as such," Noir said.

"Well, thank you for your hospitality. Did my family meet you?" the Earth Pony asked, a blush coming to her face. She didn't want to think about her potential dom meeting her family.

"They did, in fact. How do you think I made this delicious spread? Your grandmother assisted me, and I made sure to get your little sister out on time. Your brother had left a note on the counter for you all," Noir said, flaring his horn again and levitating the note to Applejack. The farmer recognized her brother's writing.

Sis,
Spending the day with Sugar Belle. Don't wait up. Enjoy your day.

Big Macintosh

"So, it's just us?" Applejack asked, her heart beginning to race.

"Indeed it is," Noir said, patting his muzzle with a napkin.

"So, you want me to get on my haunches now?" Applejack asked. Noir shook his head holding up a hoof.

"We're not even CLOSE to being there, Applejack. First, we have a few rules we need to establish. Number one, titles. Once we start, you are to refer to me as 'Sir' or 'Master'. Should you, in your downtime, discover a title you'd prefer to call me, we will discuss it. As for you, I will call you by your name, but I more often than not will call you something with a dirtier context," he said. Applejack nodded.

"Could I get an example of one of those?" Applejack asked. Noir smiled and patted his muzzle again.

"Pass me a piece of melon, slut," he said with a grin, earning a bright blush from Applejack. When he uttered that word, his voice took on what could only be described as a growl, his tone sharp and rough. And, Faust help her, Applejack felt a massive shockwave hit her nethers. "If you want, we can discuss what are words you are alright with and which you are not," he continued, in his normal, warm tone. Applejack nodded, passing him the melon anyway. "Number two, do you know what a safeword is?"

"I've heard of it. It's a special word, right?" Ever since lunch with the girls, she looked up a few key terms from followers of the lifestyle.

"The safeword is essentially the stop button. If the safeword is uttered by either of us, play stops and we both assess what went wrong. The safeword is the one thing that is a universal rule. We can both talk and agree on a safeword for us both to use, but for now, we'll use the color system," Noir said.

"The color system?" Applejack asked.

"Yes. 'Green' means everything is alright and can resume, 'Yellow' means we need to switch what we're doing, and 'Red' means a complete stop. Periodically through our session, I'll ask you what color you're at. Is that acceptable?" he asked. Applejack nodded. "Number three is limits. There are two kinds of limits, soft and hard. Soft limits are things you're hesitant to do, but willing to, and hard limits are things you will not do, and I will not force you to do. This isn't about force, Applejack. This is about pleasure, for you and me. I have a list of limits if you would like to decide, or we can decide during play, it's up to you. Number four is discretion. Now, while my family is aware of the fact I am a dom, I'm sure you would rather your family not know, which is completely understandable. So, when we have our sessions, they will be in either a private venue that I acquire, my own home, or another discussed location. NEVER will I ask you to do anything out in public. We can of course talk about it, when we get further along, but for now, these sessions will be behind closed doors. Should we see each other around Ponyville, we will not refer to ourselves by our titles, merely by our names. Finally, number five is communication. If I do or say something that makes you uncomfortable, tell me, and I will fix it. I promise. While I am the dom in this situation, you, as the sub, hold the power. This should be fun and pleasurable for the both of us, and if at any point it's not, let me know," Noir finished. Applejack said nothing for a while, simply eating the salad. Her mind was racing, going over everything Noir said. Finally, she nodded with a small smile.

"I understand," she said. Noir smiled, flaring his horn again, and pulling over a black bag that he'd left at the door. Opening it, he pulled out a piece of paper with typed words and levitated it over to the Earth Pony.

"If you want to decide on your limits now, then here you are," he said. Applejack took the list and gave it a once over. It was a very standard list, with names of different sex acts and a Yes or No box. But, the Earth Pony smiled.

"With all due respect, Master, I'm better at making decisions during experiences," Applejack said, letting the new title sit on her tongue. She liked the way it sounded when she said it to Noir, and he clearly liked it to, as his grin turned wolfish.

"Taking to the title already? Good girl," he said, causing a shudder to go through the Earth Pony. She wanted to hear him call her that again. "Shall we?" he asked, getting up from the table. Applejack nodded. "Go wait for me on the porch on your haunches, slave. I won't be long. Don't move an inch, or you will be punished when we arrive at the venue. Is that understood?" Noir asked.

"Yes Master," Applejack said, carrying herself out to the porch on her wobbly legs. She did as she was told, getting on her haunches and waiting for the stallion to emerge from the house. After about 40 minutes, he finally came out, with a smirk on his face.

"This way, pet," he said, leaving the porch of Sweet Apple Acres and heading for the exit. Applejack followed close behind him, her heart racing. She couldn't believe it was actually happening. She had to thank Rarity afterwards.

~~~~~o0o~~~~~

Her first thought when she'd entered Noir's house was..homey. There was beautifully made furniture, an ornate throw rug placed on the floor near the door, another larger, round rug was in the living room, below two green sofas. A fireplace was included in that part of the house. The kitchen, from what she could see, was immaculate. Noir led her through the house and up the stairs to lavish room. Drawn satin curtains, with a wooden closet and dresser, along with the comfiest looking double bed she'd seen in her life. Noir pointed at the small round rug in the center of the room.

"Kneel here, slave," he said. Applejack said nothing, approaching the rug and kneeling as she was told. Suddenly, a large piece of leather went around her throat. Not tight enough to hurt her, but enough to get her attention. "Since this is your first time, I will let this indiscretion slide, but next time you will be punished for it. Whenever I give you an order, you will say 'Yes Master'. Is that understood?" Noir growled in her ear. Applejack shuddered.

"Yes Master," she said breathlessly. Noir smiled, placing a kiss on her cheek in reward.

"Good girl. Spread your legs and lift your tail for me, pet," he said.

"Yes Master," Applejack said, now aware of what she had to do. Lifting her tail and spreading her legs, Applejack waited with anticipation. Noir flared up his horn again and grabbed some silken ropes, tying the Earth Pony's hind legs together and her forelegs behind her. Then he took another silken rope and wrapped it around the base of her tail, before sliding it under her rump, lodging it in her nethers, (earning a frantic buck from Applejack in the process), and then up her chest, winding a bit of the loose rope around both of her tits, her nipples now hard as rocks. Then, a third rope came out, and that wrapped down and over Applejack's forelegs, connecting the ropes holding them to the rope on her chest. As a fourth came out, Noir used it secure the previous ropes on the Earth Pony.

"These are to minimize rope burn, pet. They're easier to use as well," Noir said. Applejack smiled taking a deep breath.

"Thank you, Master," she said. Noir smiled, placing a kiss on the top of Applejack's head, after carefully removing her hat and placing it on the dresser.

"I'd like to untie your mane, pet. May I?" Noir asked. Applejack bit her lip, but nodded.

"Yes Master," she said, her voice throaty and hoarse. Noir grinned again, and then used his magic to grab Applejack's mane band, swiftly pulling her long blonde mane free.

"As we go, we'll discover what you enjoy, pet, but for now, you are free to tell me if something is or is not pleasurable. Understood?" Noir asked.

"Yes Master," Applejack nodded. Noir smiled, finishing tying the ropes.

"Wait here, pet. I have to go get something for you, then we'll begin," he said, placing another kiss on Applejack's head. She smiled and hummed in response, finally taking a look at the ropes on her body. They were green, reminding her of the orchard. Going across her fur, they crossed in many different ways. The final picture of her resembled that of the Orchard in fall, bands of green criss-crossing an orange field.

Author's Note

Wow! This is the second longest chapter in this fic, and possibly my new favorite. I'm debating whether or not the next chapter should be a continuation of Applejack's first session with Noir, or if I should skip to the Masquerade. I'm not sure yet. All I know is that the next chapter will take a bit before being released. Stay tuned everypony.