Feathers and Leather

Pearl’s mind went blank as she faced her mistress for the evening. Her coat was a light teal-blue, her mane and tail were darker with some lighter streaks and lightly curled. She was wearing a beautiful mask, red with orange and gold snowflakes and purple swirls dancing around her green, amusement filled eyes. “My my, such an adorable little kitten I have bought.”

Pearl gulped at her voice. Now that she was feet in front of her, she could definitely hear a Canterlot accent, but it blended beautifully with the smooth and utterly sensual way she spoke. In contrast to the somewhat desperate bidding earlier, now she spoke calmly. Every word dripped with lust, but carried an undertone of command that Pearl was helpless to fight against. “M-mistress!”

Her mistress smiled, and even without fangs -unusual for a thestral- it looked predatory. “The auctioneer said you’d been a slave for two years and were well trained,” she chuckled, “We’ll just have to see about that.”

Pearl shuddered, this mare was dangerously close to exceeding her expectations and fantasies...and she hadn’t even touched her yet! “W-whatever my mistress commands...”

“Crawl.”

Pearl shuddered again before lowering herself on her belly and slowly crawling forward. She kept her face looking submissively upwards, her chin barely above the ground. While she crawled, her fantasy earlier of groveling to her mistress sprang to mind. She could feel her arousal leaking a trail behind her, and was tempted to drag her pussy along the ground to help fan the fire growing in her belly. Pearl mentally shook her head, ‘No, mistress will give me plenty of pleasure as long as I’m good.’

Her will and determination to be a good ~~girl~~ slave for mistress winning out, she continued on. When she was close to her mistress, a hoof gently placed on her beak stopped her. “A friend told me a griffons tongue has a very unique texture; I’ve heard many things about griffons that I’m dying to experiment with. I think I want to start with your tongue right now though. Lick my hoof like the lowly slave you are, show me you are worth the 30 brands.”

Pearl gently grasped the hoof in her claws, looking up in approval only to see her mistress cocking her head. She then started showering the hoof in kisses, sticking her tongue out as far as she could to gently lick the underside. While she licked, shivers of excitement ran up and down her spine. It was obvious her mistress kept herself well groomed, but there was a little residual dirt which Pearl savored with every lick. She got an extra thrill of excitement hearing soft moans from above her, and doubled her efforts. After a minute more, the hoof was pulled away, despite Pearl’s reluctance to let it go. She looked up to the thestral, hoping she hadn’t displeased her. She was pleasantly surprised to see a smirk, “Well, well, well, it appears you may be well trained after all.”

“I am a good slave mistress.”

“We shall see. Where might you like to go tonight, slave?”

Pearl put her tongue in her beak, the griffon equivalent of biting one's lip, unsure if it was a trick question. “Wherever you would like to go mistress, my opinion does not matter.”

She shrank back a bit, anxiously hoping it was the right answer; you never knew with some doms. After a tense few moments, her mistress giggled and pet her head, “At least you know how to speak to your mistress. I think we should start with a simple walk around, maybe go have a bite to eat. I might even reserve a special little training room if you are especially good, then I can fully explore a griffons body.”

Pearl’s tail whipped excitedly behind her as she nodded enthusiastically, “I promise to be good, mistress!”

Another giggle, “I don’t think an adorable little griffon like you should be wearing a bridle though.” She tsked and tilted her head, “No, my slave deserves a proper leash.”

Pearl felt another shiver run up her spine, starting at her tail and going through every inch of her body at the way her mistress said ‘my’. Even though they both wore red on their respective mask and collar, Pearl felt a hint of a connection she hadn’t with any dom before. Sure, she still enjoyed their company, but she didn’t mind leaving their bed to join another, only having the ghosts of their encounters caress her when she was in the mood. But this one...This one was different.

“Fortunately for you, I brought all my supplies in preparation.”

Her mistress slipped the bridle off and reached into saddlebags Pearl had failed to notice before. She pulled out a cerberus leash, the 3 clips dangling tantalizingly in front of her. Her mistress held up a hoof and rolled it, “Roll over.”

Pearl immediately did so, and scooted over to be back in front of her mistress. She watched as she stepped over her and gave Pearl her first glance at her marehood. It winked once and sent a drop of her arousal onto Pearl’s beak, which she quickly swiped with her tongue. She made a loud ‘mmm’ sound, and lifted her head to collect more. Her tongue barely touched the beautiful set of lips before her when she felt the end of the leash lash gently against her soft belly. “Now, now. There’ll be plenty of time for that later little kitten. Are you ready for the first clamp?”

Pearl winced at the lash and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “Whenever you are ready mistress.”

Pearl braced herself for the clamp. No matter how much she braced though, it was always extremely painful. As the clamp latched cruelly to one of her nipples she shrieked and bucked her hips violently. Pearl screwed her eyes shut and she felt a tear escape one of them. She whimpered and panted, trying to work through the pain so she and her mistress could get to the pleasure later. Thankfully, her mistress wasn’t especially cruel and didn’t twist it or play with it. “Clockface.”

Pearl’s eyes shot open to now see her mistress’s green eyes inches from her own. They were full of concern, and a little regret. “I’m so sorry, are you okay? I know the paper said you didn’t have a high pain tolerance but I didn’t realize just how little. Oh my stars are you alright? Do you want me to-“

Pearl didn’t let her finish, pressing her beak to her lips in a soft kiss. After she felt her mistress relax a little, she pulled back. “It’s alright, I’m alright.” She paused to let out a shaky breath, “You asked and I said I was ready. I never really am ready for pain, but I can work through the clamps, I just need a second to adjust. You did nothing wrong. I actually really appreciate you stopping and making sure I’m okay...” Pearl paused, “Though, you could always gag me if you would feel more comfortable with it.”

She winked cheekily, managing a smile now that the pain had dulled a bit. Her mistress laughed softly, “Alright, alright, I’m sorry. I just got really worried. I know some subs don’t tap out because they don’t want to disappoint their doms. I’ve had a couple do that before...You know you can tap out if you need to right? I may have spent a bit on you but I do a lot of volunteer work so it’s alright. I mean, I can earn it back pretty quickly and -“

Pearl silenced her rambling mistress with another soft kiss. “It’s okay, really. We can talk about it more later if you want, but I would like to continue. I won’t be mad if you need to stop though; subs aren’t the only ones who need to tap out sometimes.”

Another laugh, “No, no, I’m alright. Okay, whoo, here we go. Clockface.”

Pearl smiled as her mistress turned back around, her marehood tantalizingly out of reach, “Clockface.”

“Are you ready for the next one?”

“Yes mistress.”

The next clamp slowly closed around her other nipple, and Pearl threw a fist into her beak, shrieking in pain around it. Her hips bucked again, her other claw pounding against the floor, “Only one more, you ready?”

Pearl took another moment to breathe, letting the pain dull a bit more. “A-almost mistress...M-may I have a g-gag for this one p-please?”

“But of course, you have been such a good slave, and you asked so nicely.”

Her mistress dug in her saddle bag for a moment and turned back around with a rubber bit in hoof, laying down gently on Pearl. “Test your bell.”

Pearl twitched her tail and willed the bell to ring, letting the crystal chime fill the stall. Her mistress smiled, “Good girl, now open up.”

Pearl relaxed a bit as the bit went in her beak, lifting her head so her mistress could strap it on behind her head. She testingly closed her beak on it, pleased that it was bouncy enough to not hurt her beak. She might have been able to break it were she really trying, but it was a product of the Society, and they strived for safety and durability. She was brought out of her thoughts by her mistress kissing down her body, moving backwards until she came face to face with Pearl’s quivering pussy. She held the last clamp, meant for her clit, in hoof. “You ready, kitten?”

Pearl shivered and nodded, laying her head back. Her whole body convulsed as the last one clamped on her clit, piercing pain coursing through her muscles. Her beak pressed down hard on the rubber bit as a couple tears slid down her face. The pain soon clashed with pleasure though as she felt a tongue on her pussy. Her body was conflicted as she moaned in pain then pleasure, the tongue flicking around the bit of her clit that wasn’t covered by the clamp. Her back arched as it then dived deeply into her depths, wiggling dexterously, making Pearl moan loudly around the bit and buck her hips softly.

Soon after, the pain was completely overrun by pleasure as Pearl suddenly orgasmed from her mistress’s masterful ministrations. While the clamps had been painful, her body was still worked up from her fantasies and licking her mistress’s hoof earlier. She heard a giggle and lifted her head to look down shamefully at her mistress, her muzzle dripping with Pearl’s juices, “Normally I would punish you for cumming without my permission, but under the circumstances I think I’ll let you slide.”

Her mistress climbed back up to Pearl’s face, taking the bit out and kissing her deeply. Pearl moaned as she was made to taste herself, her tongue dancing with her mistress’s. Shivers danced up and down her spine, and the pain she’d experienced just minutes earlier was completely forgotten. She hadn’t admitted it to any dom before, but she absolutely loved having to taste herself. It was an extra special kind of degradation that left her completely hot and bothered again. Her mistress pulled away from the kiss with a soft moan. “Oooh by Luna that was exquisite. I think you may have turned me onto griffons forever.”

Pearl blushed, “I...oh mistress…”

Pearl got a nuzzle in response, “Are you ready to go? Now that I’ve got a taste all I can think about is eating some sweet dessert out of your juicy little cunt.”

Pearl shuddered, “I-I’m ready.”

Her mistress kissed her quickly on the lips before standing up, slipping the end of the leash through the ring on Pearl’s collar. “Up.”

Pearl slowly rolled over, and felt a little bit of dull pain coming from the clamps. She winced as she stood up, shifting her legs a bit. She hated getting them put on, but once they were on Pearl actually found them quite pleasurable. Her mistress smirked at her, giving a gentle tug on the leash, making Pearl gasp as the clamps tugged softly on her nipples and clit. She playfully huffed at her mistress, who looked at her in amusement. “Does my slave wish to say something?”

Pearl tried to look as innocent as possible, “No mistress.”

Her mistress didn’t seem convinced, but tossed her head and started walking out of the stall. Pearl followed her closely, enjoying the looks of jealousy from the other doms. She even swished her tail at a couple of them, giving a peek of her leaking pussy. She wasn’t sure if her mistress noticed, but Pearl was pretty sure she could see was a hint of a smirk on her face.

“Tell me kitten, have you ever been to The Sweet Spot?”

Pearl cocked her head, furrowing her brows. “The Sweet Spot, mistress? I can’t say I’ve heard of the place.”

Her mistress nodded. “It’s a place for food play. Do you know what that entails?”

Pearl gulped softly. “Uh...Y-you eating off of m-me?”

“Yes, good girl.”

Pearl beamed as her mistress’s wing came back to pet her head.

“Now then, come along.”

Her mistress withdrew her wing and trotted onwards, giving a playful tug to the clamps. Pearl moaned, getting the hint and quickening her pace to match her mistress. She made sure to keep behind her though, it was bad form for a slave to walk ahead unless commanded. As they left the auction house Pearl turned her thoughts to what her mistress had suggested. ‘Huh, never really thought of foodplay before, I wonder what it will be like.’