The Center of Attention

Sunset and Twilight had never stripped so fast in their lives. Rarity had, once again, caught a sexual potentiality in the trap of her blue gaze. Their original intentions had been to entrap her in a special web of words, sighs, and special touches. But now, she’d completely turned that plan on its ear. Strangely enough, they were okay with it. The idea that she would be dominant in their naked fun titillated them to no end. They both felt their pussies become moist, and they couldn’t wait for Rarity’s next move. Surely, it would be humiliating; or, at least, that’s what they wished.

When they had deprived their bodies of cover, Rarity stepped back and took a look at her new toys. Sunset’s body was completely pleasing to the eye. Her breasts were soft and squishy looking, and they were the perfect size. The tiny pink trees that formed their roots within these mountains seemed to wink in Rarity’s direction. The designer was instantly smitten with them, but she knew that more delectations awaited her visual assault. She scanned her way down, past Sunset’s adorable navel, and accosted the most beautiful part of any woman. Sunset’s vagina was a bold little item, with a clitoris that Rarity had to stop herself from jumping on.

“You are beautiful, my dear Sunset,” she cooed, “and I’m thrilled that we’re going to experience this together. But, now, I must examine Twilight.”

She turned and saw that her purple friend still held her swimwear in her hand. She was using it as a kind of lure, and it worked to absolute perfection. She swung the one-piece around, and then drug it across her body like a towel. Rarity had to compose herself as she felt her love of all things lusty come pouring into her like lava. She nearly began panting, but then she remembered that she was dominant here. So, she stepped forward and forcibly removed the swimsuit from Twilight’s grip. Then, she wound behind the intellectual and brushed her crotch against the perfectly round posterior that she found. She took Twilight’s swimsuit and rubbed it along the bespectacled girl’s inner thigh, drawing a contented sigh from her new pet.

“You are beautiful as well, Twilight,” she said, “but I’m afraid this isn’t your sexual battle to win. It’s mine. You will do as I say…otherwise…I might just keep my bikini on.”

“I’ll do what you say-I’ll do what you say!” Twilight exclaimed in a panic.

“Good,” Rarity purred, “for starters, you and Sunset both need to refer to me as a mistress for the duration of the session. Also, to keep things safe, we’ll have a special word you can yell out if I take things too far. It’s a simple word, and yet…it carries with it such an amazing sense of debauchery. The word is ‘bang.’”

“But, Rarity-” Twilight started to say.

“SH!” Rarity commanded, slapping Twilight across the face, “what did I tell you?!”

“Mistress!” Twilight cried.

“That’s better,” Rarity cooed, “now, then, let’s get you properly tied up.”

She slipped out of her bikini top, revealing her nude breasts to her pets. They fawned over them, and she loved every second of it. She jiggled and teased them until she thought they might explode. Left and right, she shimmied and shook her chest, enjoying these wonderfully intimate moments. Her vagina became wet in due time, so she slipped out of her bottoms and revealed her nude form to Twilight and Sunset. The other girls’ eyes seemed to pop out of their heads, and Rarity chuckled at their eagerness. She then ordered them to sit back to back, and she used the strings of her bikini top to tie their hands together. Each girl quivered with anticipation as Rarity had her way with them. There was something so loving about the rudeness and crassness with which she treated them, and they wanted nothing more. Those moments of degradation became magical.

“Alright, my naked worms,” Rarity purred, “how’s about we play a little game?”

“What kind of game, Mistress Rarity?” Sunset asked in deference.

“Oh…a little game called: Correct Gain, Incorrect Pain.”

Sunset and Twilight gulped, but were extremely excited. They knew of this game…oh, boy, did they know about this game. It was incredibly popular among the adult students at their school. The senior class had taken to playing it behind Principal Celestia’s back, for they knew of the certain expulsion should they be discovered. But, deep within the CHS underground, this game was considered a rite of passage. The way it was played was thus: a girl would strip to her birthday suit and be willingly tied up by a dominant male or female. Then, they would be asked an endless slew of trivia questions. If she guessed correctly, she would be pleasured, with her moans filling the room and bringing joy to all the spectators. If she was incorrect, she would be punished severely, often ending with more than one blister on her ass.

Some of the seniors found the game to be crass and undesirable. Others couldn’t wait for their turn to play it. The point of the game was to prove a woman’s sexiness as well as her brainpower. The complete nudity of all participants was a requirement, hence Rarity’s quick removal of her swimwear. If someone was wearing something, it compromised the sexual integrity of the game. There were also requirements for implements to be used, such as paddles, butt plugs, vibrators, chains, whips, etc. However, since they were on the beach and not in the customary dungeon, Rarity would have to make due with a nearby stick and some seashells.

“Oo…I can’t wait until one of you guesses incorrectly,” she said, “I’m gonna shove these shells right up your cute little assholes!”

“You’ll have to truly challenge us, mistress!” Twilight said defiantly, “remember, I get very good grades.”

“Mm…you certainly do, my intellectual pet,” Rarity growled, “and now, for your small insolence, you get the first punishment of the day.”

“Bring…it…on,” Twilight said.