Author's Note

Here it is, the long awaited peek into how Pearl the Griffon doms and how she collared the adorable Snow Quill. Content tags - This chapter will have body piercings (specifically wing gauging) and some ‘extreme’ genital piercings, mistress/slave play, and a roleplayed story. I’ve also started trying to learn Dovactea (Kindlespeak) and have written some dialogue in it. (Don’t worry, there will be translations under the words).

Thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed it, I’m sorry it took so long to get to this point. Rest assured this won’t be the last time you see Snow and Pearl, and this definitely won’t be my last CTS story.

Epilogue - The Tables Turned

“You sure about this hun? Piercings can be super intense.”

Snow blushed as she looked up at Pearl. The two were in Snow’s Clocktower apartment, cuddling in bed as they discussed Snow’s collaring. “I, I know but...I have always wanted my wings pierced. And if there’s anyone I trust to take care of me with them, it’s you Pearl.”

It was Pearl’s turn to blush, her chest feathers fluffing. “Aww...Okay. So, where do you want to start? Want me to pick you up from the pens?”

Snow bit her lip, squirming out of the hug to her bedside table and taking a scroll out of the drawer. “Well, I was actually hoping we could have a story to it?”

Pearl perked up as she took the scroll and unfurled it, nodding as she read through it. “Hmm, okay, I see, oh~! Uh huh...”

Snow hid her face as Pearl read through it, her exclamations embarrassing her. “Well…?”

Pearl smirked and pulled her close, kissing her forehead. “Yes. This is a wonderful story love, I can’t wait.”

Snow sighed in relief, “Oh good. Do you know a good piercing shop?”

“Why yes, yes I do.”

~That Evening In Clocktower Aerie~

Snow was trembling as she walked behind Pearl, the leering gazes from the crowds in the griffin dominant clocktower site making her feel very much like prey.

It probably didn’t help that she was wearing a frilly maid uniform.

She took a deep breath, going over the story in her head and getting back into character.

She was Snow, a newly acquired hoof maiden to Baroness Pearl of House Evenglow. As with most servants, she wore a red collar in a ‘trial period’, to be however long the noble wished. If Mistress liked her and wished to keep her, she would be collared in black and wear an emblem of her house. Along with the collar came cuffs around each hoof and a bell on her tail. The cuffs matched the collar to help identify her if her collar was not easily visible, and the bell denoted what kind of servant she was.

As well with most nobles with their personal servants, their relationship behind doors was one that would make the public gasp. Though, Snow also knew their particular activities were more debaucherous than simply mingling stations.

She blushed and shook her head slightly, ‘Focus.’

Today, she was accompanying her Mistress while shopping. Mistress even suggested she might buy a gift for Snow, something that made her excited and nervous. She was just a red collar, and her Mistress made no indication of placing black on her…Yet.

Snow glanced up, finding she had gotten lost in thought and was far behind her Mistress. She quickly scrambled forward to be back at her proper place; just behind her with her head lowered subserviently.

Snow tried to keep calm, it didn’t seem Mistress had noticed. She was okay, just needed to pay more attention. Mistress paused to look in a window, Snow flicking her eyes upwards to see it was a piercing shop. Her wings fluttered by her sides, wondering if this might be the ‘gift’ Mistress spoke of.

“Hmm.”

She jumped as Mistress turned to look at her, quickly casting her eyes to the ground. She shivered as Mistress traced a claw along her wing, gently pulling it from her side. “Yes, I think that would work wonderfully.”

“M-Mistress?”

“I think...Six each should work well.”

Mistress released her wing, her claw tracing up her throat and tilting her chin up as she leaned forward, eyes flicking between Snow’s red collar and her gaze. “Hmm, I do think black would look much better than red as well.”

Snow’s eyes widened as Mistress continued. “Do you trust me, little bat?”

Snow was shaking, the question taking her completely off guard. Mistress was good to her. Yes, Snow had to do chores and follow any command issued, but she did not mind. Mistress was kind, and their, ahem, playtimes were also very fun. And now, she was offering to put black on her. Snow smiled and nodded, tears forming, “Yes Mistress.”

Mistress smiled and leaned down, kissing her. Snow’s knees buckled under the gentle kiss, not used to Mistress displaying such attention in public.

As Mistress pulled back she whispered, “Clockface.”

Snow was a blushing mess, nodding dumbly as she registered the safe word. Pearl chuckled, pecking her forehead before wrapping an arm around Snow and leading her to the door.

A bell tinkled softly as they walked into the shop, It’s Just A Little Prick. Inside was a spacious shop, displays full of different jewelry tastefully set in such a way as to not overwhelm anyone coming in. To the left and right were short hallways leading into the various ‘work rooms’. In addition to the traditional displays, there were a few subs hung from the ceiling, showing off various piercings.

Snow blushed even more as she looked around, stepping closer to one mare, her well-groomed coat a lovely burnt orange. She was hung by straps in the ‘box’ position, her hind legs spread to the side with her front hooves curled up, like a puppy wanting belly rubs. This fully exposed her multiple piercings, Snow’s jaw dropping as she counted the silver rings - 16 total!

She had two rings on either side of her pucker, two in her tail dock, four rings on either side of her marehood and one ring in each nipple.

The mare giggled and winked at her, swaying her hips side to side. Snow found herself leaning in, mesmerized by the swaying teats and winking marehood, revealing two other piercings inside the mare. (18!)

A light swat on her rump brought her out of her daze, the flustered thestral turning to her marefriend quickly. Pearl furrowed her eyebrows, pretending to be upset, but Snow knew that sparkle in her eyes too well.

Snow stuck out her tongue playfully and followed her to the counter, where the shop owner was helping a brown pegasus. The pegasus finished his transaction and turned around, letting out a low whistle as he saw Snow.

“Damn, a fine little thestral you’ve got there hen.”

Pearl chuckled and pulled the still blushing Snow closer to her. “Yeah, she is pretty great.”

“I bet she would make a killing as a show pony.”

“Show pony?”

“Yeah, you know, in the annual Clocktower Site Fairs that happen in the fall. Each site has one, but with slightly different events. You can win big brands there.”

Pearl hummed, tapping a claw on her chin. “Really? Now, that certainly is an idea…”

Snow’s blush deepened, quietly muttering to herself as she mulled the idea over. The pegasus chuckled and picked up his bag, nodding to Pearl before heading out.

Pearl nudged Snow forward, the hen behind the counter turning towards them. “Just to be certain, Clockface.”

Pearl bowed her head and nodded.

The griffin bowed her head in return. “You’re my 8’oclock right?”

“Yes. I am Pearl of House Evenglow and this is Snow Quill.”

“Gilda, of House Grimfeather.”

Snow glanced up, looking over the shop owner. She had white feathers, a few hanging over her face with purple tips, and brown fur. She wore purple eyeshadow and had three studs along each eyebrow and a ring in her nostril, a surprising lack of piercings for what Snow had expected.

“So, you made an appointment with my assistant earlier?”

Pearl nodded, holding up her pipsub and nudging Snow to grab hers from her hoof cuff. They placed them in a slot on the counter, Gilda picking up her own pipsub and looking through the information shared.

“Alright, looks like everything is all good. Before we go back there we gotta go over some forms, make sure everything is consensual and you understand the risks.”

Gilda sighed softly, picking up a small packet from under the counter. “Now, this first one includes a sign off from a den mother if the creature receiving the piercing, in this case Snow, is under supervision for potentially dangerous and reckless behavior.”

She slid over the packet and a pen, leaning on the counter and pointing with her claw. “Initial here to indicate you are not currently under Den Mother supervision for possible dangerous and reckless behavior. If you are, turn to the second page and sign. I will require you to see your supervising Den Mother for a signature before we proceed with the process.”

Snow looked over the form, noting it said exactly what Gilda had stated. She grabbed the pen and initialed the first page. Gilda took the form and looked it over before putting it to the side.

Gilda took another deep breath, making sure to clearly state the next bit of legalese. “This next form acknowledges you are not under any coercion of any kind magical or non, and that you are not currently under any mind altering substances, such as but not limited to; alcohol, poison joke, love potions, love poisons, hallucinogens, and prescription medications that can cause drowsiness or lapse in judgment. It requires both of your signatures; Snow signs on the ‘submissive’ line, Pearl on the ‘dominant’ line. Pearl, you sign to acknowledge that you, as the dominant, are not coercing the submissive, Snow.”

Pearl and Snow signed where they had to, waiting as Gilda looked the papers over and set them to the side with the other documents.

“And here’s a general outlining of what happens when you get sensitive areas pierced, the risk of infection if proper care isn’t taken, and an agreement you will not sue or pursue me, my shop, or Clocktower in general for any infection, loss of limb, or death due to your own fault and improper care of the affected areas.”

Gilda put out a CTRL flyer, brushing her claw over it. “At this point I will also give you the option of receiving temporary piercings, which use the amazing phasing and portal technologies of the Clocktower Research Laboratories.”

The hen stuck out her tongue, glancing to the side before putting her claw against her beak and stage whispering, “They make me say that. I mean, come on, temporary piercings? I say if you are going for it you should go all the way... But, no matter my personal feelings, I am legally obligated to give you the option.”

She put the flyer to the side and tapped on the agreement. “Anyways, this form is basically a lease of liabilities covering my tail if things go south. Also initial to indicate if you are receiving real or temporary piercings. Do either of you have any clarifying questions about what I just told you?”

Snow shook her head. “No. We spent some time in a library earlier looking at some of the piercing manuals. I am ready for the actual piercings.”

Gilda sighed in relief and nodded. “It’s always good to have customers who have done a bit of research. Alright then, I’ll just have you two sign on the dotted line and we will be all set.”

Snow shivered in anticipation when she put the pen down, looking at the signatures. She leaned into Pearl as Gilda gathered all the papers, went through them one more time, and filed them beneath the counter. “Alright, here are your pipsubs back. Now, follow me to the room and we can pick up your guy’s scene.”

Gilda lifted a section of the counter and walked through it, closing it behind her and going to the left. A sign above a hallway read ‘Roleplay Rooms’; Snow surmised the other hallway would be where regular, not part of a scene piercings occurred.

They went into the room labeled with a golden ‘3’, inside looking like a typical piercer’s workspace. A padded chair, a mirror, a counter with a sink, and a couple cabinets full of various items. The only thing that would indicate they weren't in an actual shop outside of the Society were the restraints on the chair.

Gilda gestured at the chair before opening a cabinet and pulling out tools. "Now, don’t take this as the ‘last chance’ you have to back out. If I get the first piercing done and you are done, I will stop. We’ve got potions that will repair the hole if you decide at any point, this set of piercings isn’t your thing."

A rolling metal table was pushed next to the chair as Snow sat on it, feeling as nervouscited as a pony could.

"Even if you walk out of here with all of them, you can use the potion effectively up to 24 hours after. You would not be able to try the piercings again until at least three months from now. We've found that's a good amount of time for not only your body to heal, but your mind as well. This is an intense thing to do 'in character'. Now, personally, I do recommend seeing a Den Mother after your scene is complete. Regardless of if we make it all the way or not."

Gilda placed a plastic sheet over the table before placing a couple bowls of alcohol for sanitizing at the corners.

“However, this is the last chance for a bathroom break! These piercings won’t take too long, but I don’t like to stop in the middle. That said, I can’t say you are unable to safeword if you really need to, but it can make it awkward.”

Snow giggled and shook her head. “I understand. I’m good to start.”

Pearl nodded as well and Gilda grinned, clapping her claws together. “Well then, one last look at the general script and we can get started.”

~~

Mistress nuzzled her as they waited for the piercer, Snow staring at her wings. “Mistress, you, you really think this will work?”

Mistress flicked her nose, “You said you trusted me did you not? It will be fine. These piercings will allow for suspension, which means more fun for us.”

Snow squirmed, ashamed for doubting her Mistress. She liked the idea of piercing her wings. She could string jewels or signets that, along with her black collar, would leave no doubt who she belonged to. The idea that she could be suspended by them though, that she could be in the air, bound by silk or rope or chain through holes in her wings...

It was a little unbelievable. But, it wasn’t her job to question and think. Her job was to listen to her Mistress.

The door opened, Snow making to give proper distance between her and Mistress when she was stopped by Mistress’s wing. Snow whined in confusion, “Mistress…”

The other hen chuckled as she came into view, tracing a claw down Snow’s cheek. “I have to admit, she’s a cute one. Not as handsome as mine, but, cute. And a red collar, hmm. I just might have to snag her for myself when she goes up.”

Mistress rolled her eyes and waved the hens' claws away. “I’ll have you know that I have ordered her black to be official tonight. Secondly, my little bat is not just ‘cute’. I think she’s rather handsome myself.”

Snow gulped, shrinking against her Mistress’s side as the hens glared at each other. Finally, the other hen laughed, “Why don’t we agree to disagree, not every bird likes the worm after all.”

Mistress snorted, but broke into a smile. “Nor seeds or grain.”

Snow just sat in confusion. ‘Must be a griffin thing.’

The other hen chuckled as she opened a cabinet and pulled out some bags of silver gauge rings, each bag holding a different size. She opened a couple of the smaller sized bags, “Give me your wing.”

Snow obeyed, stretching her wing out and watching as the hen put a ring on the leather, sizing it. Snow shifted around a little, “D-does it have to be so close to the bone?”

She could feel her Mistress growl softly, a warning, but the hen rolled her eyes with a smile. “It’s alright Pearl, she’s curious, it’s cute.”

Snow blushed, embarrassed and ashamed. This was all so weird, but she shouldn’t be so open and curious, it would make bad habits. But...If this griffin was obliging…

The hen brushed her claw over her wing as she explained, “I put it near the bone because otherwise it won’t hold you up; the leather is strongest here. If you want purely decorative piercings, they go out here, near the edge. You try to suspend yourself out here? That piercing is gonna rip through your wing. I’ve seen it happen and it’s not pretty.”

Snow paled, the image of her wings being ripped up not able to leave her mind. She looked up to her Mistress for comfort and got a nuzzle. “She isn’t telling you that to scare you-“

“Well it’s not the only reason sure.”

Mistress cleared her throat, glaring at the hen before continuing. “She is a professional, she knows what she’s doing. I trust her.”

Snow hesitated before nodding. “Then, so do I Mistress.”

The hen cooed. “Aww, how sweet. Now, Pearl I’ll need you to move back. You,”

Snow gulped as the hen focused her gaze on her. “Lay on your back and spread your wings.”

Snow did so, ears flicking as the hen pulled out wooden boards and laid her wings on it. She jumped as metal bands closed around the base of her wings, the cold shocking her. She watched at the hen pulled out clamps, closing them over the joints so she had to keep her wings open.

Mistress pet her, Snow leaning into her claw happily.

“Alright, I’m gonna wipe your wing with a disinfectant and then a topical anesthetic.”

Snow nodded, looking over and shivering as the cold wipe was applied to her right wing. The hen used her wings to help dry the leather before rubbing a tingling cream just under the wing bones. “Alright, I need to give this a minute to work but then I’ll be starting. Feel free to watch if you want, but the important thing is you stay still. I’ve made sure your wings will be as still as I can, but I need you to keep your hooves from flailing around.”

Snow nodded, pulling her hooves in as much as she could. The hen watched with a smirk, “I do have extra restraints in case you don’t think you can do it.”

Mistress chuckled and moved around to stand in front of Snow. “Oh, I think I can keep her still.”

Snow eeped as Mistress climbed over her, grabbing her hooves and pinning them above her head. She gulped as she laid down, pinning her rear hooves under her warm fur.

Mistress licked and pecked her cheeks and neck, making her forget where she was. She moaned softly, enjoying the attention greatly.

A sudden prick on her wing startled her, a confused whine silenced by Mistress’s lips on hers.

Another prick.

Mistress nibbles on her ear, whispering comfort.

The rest of her wing went much the same, the pricks making her jump and Mistress doing her best to comfort and distract her.

Finally, the hen moved on to her other wing. “Is your pet doing okay?”

Snow could feel Mistress nod, having hid her face in her chest feathers. Mistress let go of her hooves and wrapped her in a tight hug, petting her as the hen prepped her other wing.

“Good girl, just a little more, you are doing so good.”

Snow whimpered and buried her face deeper, sniffling as a couple tears slipped down her face. She could feel the anesthetic on her right wing wearing off, leaving a variety of sore spots.

“Ready?”

Snow flicked her bell once, not wanting to lift her head. “Alright, here we go.”

Like with her other wing, Mistress smothered her with attention and distractions through the piercings. It seemed to take less time as fairly soon Mistress climbed off her and the wing clamps were taken off.

The hen wiped down her wings one more time and dried them before releasing the bands and letting Snow pull them in.

She slowly sat up, gently pulling a wing in front of her and gazing at the piercings. There were six small gauges in each wing, just big enough for a ribbon to pass through. The leather near the piercings was pink and a little irritated, but overall it was better than she was hoping.

The hen cleaned up her tools, “Alright, I’ll give you two a couple minutes. When you are ready, come back up front for payment and you will be good to go.”

Snow sighed happily as she kept looking at her gauges, almost like a foal who just got their cutie mark.

Mistress pecked her forehead, tracing her claw down a wing. “Do you like them?”

Snow nodded, “Yes Mistress, thank you.”

The purr from Mistress’s throat sent her heart fluttering as she leaned into her warm and feathery embrace. She enjoyed the cuddles for a minute before Mistress stood up, “Come now pet, I don’t wish to delay the rest of tonight’s activities any longer.”

Snow blushed as she stood up, fixing and smoothing her skirt and only occasionally wincing in pain as she stretched her wings a little too much.

Mistress went to the door and stood by it, Snow quickly following and standing in proper fashion, quietly following her Mistress out the door and to the front.

The hen up front greeted them with a wave, and once more clockface was called.

Snow practically pranced about, “These gauges are amazing Gilda! Thank you!”

Gilda chuckled and watched her, “Glad you like them. Now come here and I’ll send you some aftercare instructions.”

She winked, “For the piercings.”

Snow shook her head, rolling her eyes playfully before passing over her her pipsub again.

“I’ll send you the instructions but I also want to go over the basics with you,” Gilda explained. “At the end of the day it comes down to keeping them clean and dry. Wetness will be your enemy as it can lead to infection, so after any shower or bath or pool time, you’ll need to make sure you get the area dry. I’ll send a couple product recommendations as well, they aren’t necessary but can make the healing easier and quicker.”

Snow nodded along, “Alright, anything else?”

“Two things - One, take it easy tonight. I know you have a scene planned but don’t go doing suspension play just yet, you gotta wait at least two weeks for that. Two, well, don’t be dumb and keep it secret if things start going bad, see a doctor or come back here.”

Snow wanted to retort, no one could possibly be so idiotic that they wouldn’t seek immediate medical attention after a piercing started looking funky but quickly found it dying on her tongue.

Pearl playfully pouted as she nudged Snow, “Aww darn, guess I’ll just have to tie you up the old fashioned way.”

Snow flushed. “Oh, just pay her so we can be done, I’m sure Gilda is very busy.”

“Actually it’s a slow night, I got all the time in the world~”

The griffons laughed, much to Snow’s chagrin. Mercifully, Pearl brought out her master phaser, a horseshoe shaped device with two dials and a set of prongs that acted like a credit card, and waved it, “How much do we owe?”

“1 brand. I always give discounts to those who don’t make a big fuss.”

Pearl whistled, “Well then, where’s your piggy bank?”

“Gabs!”

A small grey griffin crawled out, a bright red ball gag in her beak and dark markings all over her body. “Try to keep the setting low if that’s alright, she takes pain a little too well and that gag will only muffle so much.”

The griffin grumped at being called out but presented her rump regardless for payment.

Pearl turned a dial to brand, the largest denomination of play money in the society, and the other dial to ‘snuggle-fuck’, a low level on the pleasure/pain scale. She pressed the tongs to the griffon, the hen wiggling and moaning in response as a mark was left on her fur.

Pearl turned the first dial to tally, the smallest denomination of play money, and ‘drew’ three lines alongside the brand.

Gilda grinned, “Thanks for the tip. Unless you need anything else, hope you have a good night.”

“You too Gilda.”

Pearl nudged Snow with a wing and they made their way out the store. “Wanna pick back up here or wait until we get to the dungeon?”

“Hmm, let’s wait. I want to make sure we have everything planned out.”

Pearl chuckled and rolled her eyes playfully, “Of course you do Snow.”

~~

The room was stately, certainly fit for a Baroness with its rich and warm wood tones. A large bed was set against the back wall, soft with dark red sheets. To the left was a crackling fireplace, and the right a large wardrobe.

“Clockface?”

“Clockface.”

The door closed with a gentle click, Mistress pausing before turning towards her. She stepped forward, backing Snow into the door until the bat had no choice but to sit and lean against it.

“Wall, standing.”

Snow nodded and scrambled to her hooves, rearing up and bracing herself against the door as she spread her legs and presented her rump to her Mistress. She stiffened as she felt claws on her neck, the sharp digits moving down and making swift work of the ribbon lacing of her uniform.

Snow shuddered as the dress fell to the floor, completely exposing her. Mistress cooed in her ear, nipping it as she commanded, “Turn over.”

Snow shakily did so, eeping and blushing at the intense and hungry gaze of her Mistress. The hen grinned as her claws danced across her fur, dragging lines through the soft hairs as they finally focused on her flanks.

Mistress squeezed her cutie marks, drawing a soft moan from Snow as she was lifted and pinned against the door. She nuzzled her, a purr rumbling in her chest. “Oh my darling sweet bat…”

Snow’s heart fluttered with her Mistress’s words, wrapping her hooves around her neck to pull herself closer. Mistress pressed her forehead to hers, murmuring more sweet words.

They stayed like that for a moment, attuning to the others' breath and heartbeat. Mistress captured her lips in a sweet kiss before stepping back, using her wings to keep her balance as she walked over to the bed and fell onto it with Snow beneath her.

Mistress growled possessively as she moved to nipping and kissing her neck. “Mine.”

Snow shivered, grasping the sheets as she moaned in reply. “A-all yours Mistress.”

Mistress chuckled, pecking her lips. “That’s right, and soon, you’ll be wearing the collar to prove it. There’s just a couple things left to make sure you are ready~”

“Whatever you want Mistress, I’ll do it.”

“Good girl.”

Snow was rewarded with ear scritches, happily leaning into her claw. Mistress rolled off the bed and opened her wardrobe, the inside holding her collection of kinky toys.

She bit her lip and wiggled in anticipation as she watched her Mistress pick out a spreader bar and vibrator with a velcro strap, casually tossing them on the bed with a roll of body tape.

Mistress also pulled out an ornate box, which she gently set at the end of the bed. Gracefully, she jumped on, barely disturbing the items. She taps on Snow’s shoulder, “Present.”

Snow nodded and carefully rolled onto her hooves, sticking her rump up and flicking her tail over her back. Mistress cooed and firmly pet along her spine as she walked down the bed, making her back arch even higher. “Good girl, all exposed for Mistress.”

The click of the spreader bar made her squirm, Mistress playfully swatting it against her flank before connecting it to her rear cuffs. “Give me your hooves.”

Snow hummed in thought as she debated how best to do so. She flared out her wings in balance, wincing at the few pinches of pain. She placed her chin on the bed, using it to stabilize herself as she pulled her hooves under her and extended them towards Mistress.

With a couple more clinks, the cuffs on her front hooves were connected to the bar as well, leaving her immobile. Snow wiggled, pulling a bit - not to test the bonds, but to get more comfortable. She settled with a happy sigh, ready for whatever Mistress had planned.

She cringed at the ear splitting sound of velcro being pulled, the strap then wrapped around her thigh, securing the remote on the outside, near her cutie mark. She bit her lip as she felt a button pressed and heard the familiar buzzing, anxiously waiting, and waiting...Oh the suspense was killing her, when was - ah! She let out a startled cry as the vibrator traced her mare hood.

She couldn’t help but moan as Mistress guided it up and down her lips, her whole body jerking as it pressed onto her clit. “Mmm...M-Mistre- aahhh~!”

Mistress pulled away the vibrator and climbed over her panting slave, biting her ear and pressing her into the bed. “Yes, keep moaning my musical bat, let Mistress hear you sing your sweet song.”

Snow did so, her shrieking cries and moans filling the room as Mistress teased her with the vibrator. “I-I’m clooose...mmmf...Missstresss.”

The buzzing toy was pulled away, “Good girl, now settle down. If you find words are too hard, ring your bell when you get close again, understood?”

Snow whimpered and nodded. So this was going to be an edging session. The process was hoof bitingly annoying, but the end result made it worth it...If only just.

Mistress knew her body well and began the teasing again without Snow having to say anything. The bat didn’t hold back at all, crying her pleasure to the heavens. As she felt herself reach the edge, she rang her bell.

And thus the cycle continued for what felt like hours. A dark puddle had formed on the sheets and Snow was close to tears when Mistress finally stopped. “Good girl little bat, such a good girl. Just hold out a little longer.”

She whined pitifully, body trembling, but she trusted Mistress. She wouldn’t torture her for too much longer.

Mistress placed the now turned off vibrator against her marehood and taped it there, moving carefully so as to not accidentally trigger her orgasm. Mistress walked up the bed and gently lifted her head, unclasping her red collar and putting it to the side.

Snow shivered as the soft velvet was slid off, looking up at Mistress with a loving smile. Her heart fluttered as she saw the look reflected. Mistress leaned down and kissed her forehead, before sitting down in front of her.

“Unasmea fa veeseah Muudov.”*
*(Calmly commanding) give yourself over for the collar you use, submissive I am utterly devoted to

Snow licked her lips, nodding as she nuzzled her thighs, peppering the soft white fur with kisses and nibbles. Mistress sighed contently and relaxed, stretching out her legs to either side of her.

Snow made her way across her thighs, edging closer to her flower, tail wagging as she said, “Uud tiousi Hostrisudov.”*
*(excited) I worship/praise you, the dominant I am utterly devoted to and worship.

Mistress chuckled and pet her, nudging her closer. Snow took the hint and firmly licked up her lips, moaning. The next pass she parted them, dipping her tongue inside; rewarded with a gasp and moan from Mistress.

She nibbled to either side and planted firm kisses, hitting her weak spots. Mistress bucked her hips, gripping her mane with a claw, growling softly.

Snow got the message; time to stop teasing. She returned to her dripping petals and planted a firm kiss before snaking her tongue out to lick. She dived deep into Mistress’s spasming tunnel, curling her tongue and trying to hit every centimeter that she could.

Mistress held her close, her claw pulling on her mane as she bucked and rolled her hips into her slave’s experienced muzzle.

Snow only grew more enthusiastic, dragging her tongue across a spot she knew all too well. The reaction was immediate, and she grinned smugly as her Mistress squawked and clamped her thighs around her head.

She kept on it, alternating flicks of her tongue with firm licks. She could tell from the increase of juices flooding her muzzle and desperate bucks of her Mistress she was getting close. She shifted down just a little and pulled her tongue back so she could gently nibble her clit.

Mistress shrieked, curling around her as a loud purring growl rumbled in her chest. One of her back paws reached around and pressed the button on the vibrator, making Snow cry out into her Mistress.

Mistress huffed and bit her ear before growling again. “Alhukmea wed ai.”*
*(In ecstasy and commanding) Cum with me.

Snow didn’t have to be told twice, lashing her tongue over Mistress’s clit to tip her over the edge. Mistress threw her head back with a roar, though Snow barely heard it as her own, intense orgasm crashed over her.

~~

Snow blinked, groaning softly as she tried to shake her head. Mistress still had her legs around her head, but they weren’t tightly clenched anymore. She smiled and licked her lips, the taste of Mistress heavy on her tongue. She nuzzled her and began to clean her lap, her instincts taking over.

Mistress pet her, panting heavily and trying to catch her breath. “Ahh, g-gentle. That’s it, that’s my good girl.”

Snow’s tail wagged at the praise, her mind fuzzy. It was too much to think on what happened to her, so she instead focused on what good slaves do.

“Good job little bat, are you ready for your collar?”

Snow tried to nod, but found her head heavy and body slow to respond. She whined in confusion as Mistress chuckled, pecking her forehead as she got up and walked around to her rear.

It was only when she felt herself being lifted did she realize she had somehow collapsed onto her side, her right hooves still in the air thanks to the spreader bar. Mistress carefully righted her before removing the bar and letting her collapse completely into the bed.

“Can you sit up, Snow?”

The bat blinked. They had agreed that she wouldn't call her by her name throughout the scene. Though, she supposed it made sense, Pearl would want to collar her as herself with Snow the sub. Such a subtle change, yet done without breaking the mood; like asking for a sub to test their bell.

She snorted softly and fought to get her hooves beneath her, a task much easier said than done. Finally, she managed to get her front hooves under her chest and pushed off with all her strength.

She overcompensated and was quickly falling back until she was caught by Pearl’s claws, the griffin chuckling and pulling her into her lap. “Oh you silly bat. My silly bat.”

Snow blushed and nuzzled her soft chest. “My amazing mistress.”

Pearl brought up her new black collar, Snow not sure when she had opened the box and taken it out. She grunted with effort and lifted her head just enough for the collar to be placed around her neck, dangling in the front.

Pearl brought up the heart shaped padlock with her mark, a pair of wings with a pearl necklace circling them. She carefully clasped her collar shut with the padlock and gently kissed Snow.