Feathers and Leather

Pearl’s stomach was full of butterflies as she followed her mistress through the Society. She’d never been to any of the special restaurants in the Society, especially not as a sub. She heard about them of course, how they catered to a slightly different taste of kink. Instead of eating off ceramic or clay plates, doms brought and ate off their own: their subs. Of course, many places had their own ‘plates’ one could choose from, but Pearl didn’t find much appeal in that. When asked about it, she simply said, ‘what’s the point eating off a sub you don’t get to play with after?’

Now that she was going to be the plate though, she was feeling nervous. Excited, aroused beyond belief, AND nervous.

Pearl was so deep in thought she suddenly ran into her mistress with a soft ‘oomph’. She shook her head and gulped as her mistress looked back at her with a frown, “Did you hear anything I just said?”

Pearl blanched and nervously looked at the ground, “I uh, n-no mistress...I’m sorry...”

Her mistress responded with a sharp tug on the leash, making it pull harshly at her nipples and clit. Pearl gasped and moaned loudly, “M-mistress!”

She tsked, “Looks like I’ll have to punish you.”

Pearl whimpered pitifully and crouched down, “I’m sorry mistress.”

She heard a sigh from above, “What am I going to do with you? Hmm.. I’ll figure out something later, just pay more attention kitten. Now, come along.”

Pearl got up and followed her, ashamed and extra nervous for her punishment. Her head was down, and her tail was slightly tucked between her legs as she walked. Soon, her mistress stopped again outside a building.

They were in a place much like any city, with various shops boasting various goods. There were a couple that had giant windows featuring subs in various bondage sets, showing them off like prime pieces of meat. There were shops that sold various CTS brand sex toys and the like, looking as vibrant and playful as a toy shop for foals.

Then there were the restaurants. Down the street was a place named The Lunar Belle, a fancy Itstallion place where the cooking was as good as if an Itstallion grandma made it, or so Pearl had been told.

The place Pearl was in front of with her mistress was a much more homely building, a cute little cafe/bakery simply titled ‘The Sweet Spot.’ Along with the name, there was a symbol of a collar with a fork and knife above it, letting everyone know it was an establishment for foodplay.

“Are you listening to me now kitten?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Good, now I was trying to ask earlier if you were sure about this. When I bought you, the paper I signed didn’t say anything about your interest in this kind of thing. And don’t say you are okay with it just because you think I’ll punish you more.”

Pearl thought for a moment, “I do want to try this mistress, really. I trust you, and while I’m nervous for the punishment I am excited about this.”

Her mistress nodded, “Alright, well, if you behave yourself, I may just rethink your punishment. Now, come along, I’m getting hungry.”

Pearl let out a happy little ‘squee’ and followed her mistress in. They were greeted by the hostess, a pretty little mare that wore a red apron and collar with red studs. She smiled broadly, “Welcome to the Sweet Spot, where we hope the food hits the spot! Now, is this your first time here with us?”

“No, but it is my sub's first time. The beginners’ menu will do just fine.”

“So you wish to use your own plate then?”

“Yes.”

The mare nodded and grabbed a simple white menu that had ‘beginner’ in cute, blockish letters written on it. “Oh, one more question, do you wish to have her so she may worship you while you eat?”

Pearl perked up, looking to her mistress hopefully. “No, she needs to be punished. She will not be allowed to worship me.”

Pearl whimpered sadly as the hostess mare nodded, “As you wish. If you will please follow me.”

When she turned around, Pearl blushed heavily when she saw she had a good sized anal plug in her back door. Her tail swished side to side as she walked, never fully hiding her marehood or the end of the plug. They were led out back to a covered patio area, Pearl blushing even harder seeing the other doms and their ‘plates’. They were led to a ‘table’, which was actually a horizontal frame that looked like an upside down Y.

The mare coaxed Pearl onto the frame so that she was laying on her back on the straight part, her back cuffs connected to the ends of the split part of the frame. Her front claws were pulled behind and underneath her, elbows bent and claws locked together. A couple of thick, leather straps went across her chest and right above her hips, presumably to help keep her stable. Her tail was also laid along the back of her hind leg, the end of it being fitted into a sleeve connected to the frame. She would still be able to ring her bell, but it kept her tail out of the way, something Pearl was thankful for as she was known to bruise with how excited she whipped her tail around sometimes. Finally, she saw the mare adjust a crank which brought her legs a little bit higher and much farther apart. To Pearl’s relief, it stopped just before being uncomfortable. Actually, she wasn’t very uncomfortable at all; the frame was well padded, and there was even a little extra to help cradle her head.

“Do you mind if I take the clamps off? They interfere with the setting of our dishes.”

“Oh no, please do.”

That was all the warning Pearl got before she felt the mare take them off. She whimpered softly as her abused nipples and clit were fully exposed to the air once again. Her mistress stepped between her legs and blew a breath across them, making her squeak and try to arch her back, only to be held back by the straps. She lifted her head to see her mistress smirk, then the other mare stepped in, holding a different set of clamps. Pearl squawked loudly in pain as she felt them clamp onto her lower lips, then moaned pathetically as they slowly pulled them apart. “Almost done little birdy.”

Pearl shuddered as she heard the mare open a packet, and regretted looking to see what it was. She was applying a packet of lube to an anal plug, and a good sized one at that. She felt the tip of the plug poke at her back door and froze. She received a light slap on her stomach as the mare chided her, “Now, now, if you clench up like that I’ll never get it in.”

Pearl whimpered and tried to relax. Soon, through deep breathing and the firm prodding of the mare, the plug rested soundly in her depths.

“Alright, now that you're all set up just look through the menu and use the button to flag one of us down once you’ve made your decision.”

Pearl heard her mistress thank the hostess mare, then felt the menu’s edge set squarely on her pussy. Pearl gasped and moaned a little as her mistress flicked through the pages, muttering just quiet enough so Pearl couldn’t hear her. ‘I wonder what she meant by button..’

Pearl thought, looking up to trace patterns on the ceiling while she waited for her mistress to decide, ‘Ooh! That looks like a cock! And that looks like another cock. And that looks kinda like..yet another cock. Wait a second, did they decorate this whole ceiling in ‘hidden’ cocks? Why aren’t there any, oh wait, found a marehood. Ooh, that one looks like a changeling. That one looks like a dragon!’

Pearl kept herself entertained, tracing the various genitalia in the ceiling. All of a sudden, she felt the plug get pushed in. She squeaked in surprise, then moaned as it started to vibrate. ‘I-is THAT what they meant by button?!’

The vibrations stopped after a moment, and she could feel the plug slide back out just a little bit. Pearl also heard gasps and moans from around the patio area, and soon a server mare walked up, wearing the same uniform as the hostess and blushing heavily. “H-have you made your s-selection ma’m?”

“Yes I have. I would like the berry cream surprise please.”

The mare eeped and moaned softly, pressing her tail against her ponut. “O-of course. I-I will have thaaatout in j-just a m-moment.”

Pearl watched the mare as she quickly scurried off to a nearby table. She was fascinated to see that as she walked, her tail moved just enough to the side for Pearl to see her anal plug vibrating. It also looked like it was...glowing red? Pearl put her tongue in her beak, ‘I really gotta start exploring more as a dom..’

After the serving mare finished talking to the other table, she disappeared inside the restaurant. Pearl went back to looking at the ceiling, thinking about what could be in the ‘berry cream surprise’ her mistress ordered. She perked up as she heard the mare coming back after a minute, this time with a cart full of bowls of fruit and whipped cream. Pearl was surprised to see her hand a crop to her mistress, simply saying, “To tenderize if you wish.”

Her mistress turned to her with a wicked grin, holding the crop and inspecting it in the light. She turned towards Pearl, “Well my sweet little kitten, perhaps this will be a fitting punishment.”

Pearl gulped and shook in her bonds, her hips squirming as her tail flailed in its sleeve. Time seemed to slow down as the crop came down, striking her left thigh. Pear shrieked and tried to buck her hips, internally cursing the straps that held her back. The crop struck again, flicking across her right thigh.

Her mistress was merciless as the crop struck her thighs, quickly turning her white fur red and leaving Pearl a squirming mess. After about 20 strikes, her mistress handed the crop back to the server. “That should be good enough.”

The mare nodded and set to carefully arranging the chilled berries around, and even slightly in, Pearl’s pussy. Pearl moaned softly and tried to squirm, the berries feeling amazing as they settled against her abused and heated fur. She gasped as she felt whipped cream being plopped right above her clit and the sides of her pussy, the weight of it making the berries press more into her skin and move a bit. Finally, there was a drizzle of something nice and gooey warm spread all around where the berries and whipped cream were. “D-done, I hope you enjoy ma’m.”

“Oh I will, thank you.”

Pearl shuddered once again at the tone of her mistress, gasping as she felt a cold spoon rest against her inner thigh, her mistress tracing it slowly down her leg. She moaned as it dug into her fur a little, feeling the berries sliding onto the spoon. She raised her head to look at her mistress, blushing heavily as she seductively licked the berries and slowly swallowed them. “Mmm, oh this is delicious.”

The spoon went back onto her fur, this time moving to scoop some of the berries out of Pearl’s pussy. She moaned loudly, the sensations of the spoon just barely diving into her quivering lips driving her wild. “M-mistress..!”

Pearl desperately wanted to buck her hips, just to get more of the smooth metal inside of her. As it left her body she whimpered, ‘I can’t believe I haven’t tried this before! This is amazing!’

Even though she couldn’t pleasure her mistress directly, she felt she enjoyed eating off her as much as Pearl enjoyed being eaten off of. When thinking about food play before, Pearl just thought it meant some whipped cream being licked off her stomach, maybe a cherry shared sensually between two mouths. She didn’t realize just how much more went into it; the difference of using utensils instead of ones tongue, the different temperatures of food one could have, and the actual meals that would be placed on the ‘plates’.

She looked around to the other doms in the patio, one was having a sandwich and was dunking it with gusto into his subs marehood as she squirmed around his cock. Another was having biscuits and gravy, though the gravy looked pretty runny at this point. There was even a diamond dog enjoying cheesecake. Despite all the different meals and bodies, one thing was the same; the look of pure submission and trust each sub had in their eyes, and the look of pride and trust in the dom’s. Pearl smiled, ‘Just another amazing day in the Society.’

Suddenly, she gasped loudly and moaned as her mistress dug the spoon in her pussy, gently rubbing it against her clenching walls, bringing her out of her philosophical thoughts. “I like the caramel sauce they put on top, but I think I love your ‘sauce’ better.”

Pearl smiled even more at the compliment, moaning throatily as her mistress finally scooped what she wanted out of her pussy. This continued for a bit, her mistress slowly dragging the spoon to collect berries and whipped cream, then dunking it into her pussy, scooping it all out again ever so slowly. Pearl gasped and moaned and panted through it all, edging ever closer to orgasm.

Her mistress stopped, “Oh and kitten, you’re not allowed to cum.”

Pearl gasped and whimpered pitifully, looking down at her mistress pleadingly. She only got a cruel smirk and tap of the spoon in return, “Now now, don’t give me that look. I told you you needed to be punished.”

“B-but mistress, I t-thought you already p-punished me...”

“Oh, you mean the set up and the crop? Well, that was punishment for not listening to me. This is punishment for cumming without permission earlier. And if you keep whining I won’t let you cum at all, understand?”

Pearl threw her head back in exasperation, “Y-yes mistress. I understand…”

“Good.”

Her mistress then seemed to make it a mission to make Pearl cum, as she started swirling and dragging the spoon slowly and deliberately. She pushed around the rest of the berries and was spreading the melting whipped cream, making a gooey mess of Pearl’s pussy and thighs, and only occasionally taking a bite. She seemed to be extra determined to find weak spots in Pearl’s thighs, and cruelly teased them when she found them. Pearl was in heavenly hell, her arousal was skyrocketing and she was so.damn.close. ‘N-no..Stay s-strong..must f-follow mistress’s c-commands..’

Pearl got close a couple times, but then she thought about how she would she disobeying her mistress if she let herself tip over. That sent a wave of cold determination through her body, staving off her orgasm for a bit. However, it was taking less and less time for her to reach the edge after, and it was clear she was fighting a losing battle. When she felt she couldn’t take it anymore, her mistress tapped the spoon on her stomach. Pearl lifted her head to look at her, panting, “M-m-mistressss?”

“Well, well, you succeeded kitten. And for that, I think I’ll give you a little reward later. But for now, you still can’t cum.”

Pearl’s jaw dropped, and she almost wanted to cry. ‘Oh by Celestia she is cruel...’

She gasped loudly as the button was pressed again, pushing the plug in and making it vibrate for a full ten seconds before her mistress released it. Thankfully, anal wasn’t a particularly big turn on for Pearl, and so was just barely able to keep from cumming. After a moment, a different serving mare walked up, “Y-you called ma’m?”

“Yes, I am done.”

The mare nodded, “O-okay. I will take her to get cleaned up then. Do you know how to pay?”

“Yes I do, oh, and...”

Pearl didn’t hear the rest of what her mistress was saying, for she had leaned in to whisper to the furiously blushing mare. She saw the mare bite her lip and look at Pearl with a hint of...jealousy? She didn’t get to ponder on it very long though, as her mistress walked away and the mare started to set her free.

“You’re a very lucky slave you know, your mistress has such heavenly plans for you. I’m jealous.”

The mare whispered to her, looking at her with a knowing smirk. Pearl blushed, looking down shyly as she rolled off the frame. “Y-Yeah..”

The mare giggles turned into a moan as her plug started vibrating again. “L-let’s get gooing so you c-cAN have more fuun..oh fuck..with your m-mistress.”

Pearl nodded and followed the mare through a set of doors. She found it slightly difficult to walk, the sticky leftovers actually chafing her fur a little bit. She followed the mare into what looked like a Neighponese bathhouse, with seats set in front of mirrors, hoofheld shower heads, and drains set in regular intervals along the floor. The only thing it was missing was a hot spring. It was still wonderfully steamy, and Pearl sighed happily, feeling very relaxed already. “Could you go and lean against the wall for a moment?”

Pearl looked back, confused at the mare before she felt the anal plug get pressed in and vibrate for a second. Pearl yipped in surprise, jumping slightly before she nodded sheepishly. “R-right.”

She went and leaned against the wall, trying to spread her legs wide and relax as to make it easier. She felt the mare grip the plug and slowly pulled on it, until it came out with a small ‘pop’.

“Go ahead and sit at a bench now, I just need to grab some things.”

Pearl carefully walked over to the nearest bench, groaning softly as she sat down. “I wonder why it’s designed like this.” she wondered aloud, looking in the mirror at her reflection.

“It’s because the head chef is descended from Neighpon.”

Pearl shrieked and nearly fell off the bench, barely catching herself on the ledge in front of her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Pearl looked to the mare, who was now carrying a couple towels. “I-it’s ok, I didn’t hear you come back in.”

The mare smiled, grabbing a nearby shower head and turning it on. “I’ve been told many times I’m very quiet. Anyways, in answer to your question, the head chef who started this place, his family is from Neighpon. He even put a few recipes on the menu, but they are mostly for the moderate and expert menus. As far as in here though, he wanted slaves to have a bit of tranquility when coming back here to be cleaned.”

Pearl listened with interest, relaxing even more as the mare sprayed the warm water on her sticky thighs. After her lap was damp, the mare took a towel and gently cleaned the area in and surrounding her pussy. She didn’t completely clean her thighs though, only getting the worst out of her fur there. Pearl was confused, and became even more so when the mare took another towel to start drying. “Um, not to tell you how to do your job or anything...but why aren’t you cleaning me all the way?”

“Normally I would, but your mistress specifically requested I only wash you a little. Like I said, she has big plans for you.”

“Ok...”

Once Pearl was dry enough to stop dripping water everywhere, the mare led her back out front. It was a little easier for Pearl to walk, but that was probably only because her fur was still damp. Once it dried again, it would chafe and be unpleasant. ‘Maybe mistress wants to take a bath with me.’

When Pearl reached her mistress, a regular leash was clipped on her collar. “Come along kitten, I’ve got something special planned.”

Pearl nodded and sighed quietly, she really enjoyed herself but she kinda wanted to get home and take a proper bath. She decided she would see what her mistress had left to be planned; she could always call towertop if she needed to. She followed her mistress quietly, wondering where she might be taking her. ‘I hope we get there before my fur dries again...’