Pistachio and Pommel

Pistachio heard his phone ring, odd since he wasn't expecting any calls, he picked up the phone and said "Hello?"

Immediately Rarity's voice rang in his ears as she said "Pistachio darling! How are things?"

Pistachio smiled and said "Oh hey Rarity, I'm doing great thanks, how are you?"

"Oh I can't complain dear, just got done working on a new garment. Pistachio honey, do you know if you have any free time next week?"

Pistachio thought for a moment before saying "I think I have some free time, but I'll have to clear it with my parents. Why do you ask?"

Rarity smiled deviously and said "Well, let me answer your question with my own question dear, tell me please, what are you?"

Pistachio gulped, then looking around to make sure his parents were out of earshot he whispered "I... I'm your pet... Miss Rarity".

"That's right" Rarity said "However, did you know that I have another pet? She's someone you may have heard of in the fashion world, Coco Pommel"

Pistachio's eyes went wide, he couldn't have heard that right "C... Coco Pommel? THE Coco Pommel? She... she's your pet as well?!"

"That she is darling" Rarity said "The thing is, I'm going to meeting up with her in New York next week and-

Rarity was interrupted by Pistachio simply saying "Yes"

Rarity said "Are you sure? You don't even know why I'm going yet"

Pistachio went "So?! It's still a yes! I'll tell my parents right now!"

Pistachio hung up the phone, leaving Rarity to chuckle at his boyish excitement. That was a point actually, she had to make sure to pack his pink schoolgirl outfit.

-1 week later-

Rarity had prepared everything, she had given specific instructions to each of her pets to make for an invigorating first meeting, she had even rented out a small studio area for the day under the pretense that she would be doing some fashion shoots there. She figured they might not let her rent out the studio if she owned up to the fact that she just wanted a private room where three people could fuck. Come to think of it, given that it was a studio Rarity briefly found it a shame that she hadn't brought any camera equipment, if all went well there would certainly be some activities going on that she would want to re-watch and masturbate to.

In the studio there wasn't really much in terms of decor, everything was white. There was a plain double bed which was presumably used as a place for models to pose, as well as the bed there was also a desk and two chairs which, again, were most likely for photo shoot purposes. Rarity had decided that for this particular meet-up she would wear some black knee high leather boots, black leather shorts that went from her waist to just above her thigh, a black leather corset and some black elbow length leather gloves, the whole dominatrix get-up. Rarity sat at the desk hold on to a lead, on the other end of that lead and stood beside her was none other than Pistachio wearing his perfect fitting pink schoolgirl out fit with matching pink flat shoes, knee high white stockings, plain white panties with a pink trim, a blind fold, a gag, his hands cuffed behind his back, a rather uncomfortable cock cage that prevented him from being able to get an erection or to ejaculate and the pièce de résistance, a nice string of silicon anal beads nestled firmly in his ass.

Coco Pommel arrived wearing her usual casual clothes, but Rarity knew she had followed her instructions as she heard the low humming of the vibrator Coco had stuffed in her pussy at Rarity's request. The only other thing in the room was a bag full of implements that Rarity had brought along in case they came in handy, one of which she was already holding in her other hand, a simple black riding crop.

Coco saw Pistachio and immediately assumed that due to his costume and physique that he was a girl, a rather flat-chested girl who couldn't wear a bra yes, but a girl nonetheless. Rarity smiled and said "Coco, meet my secondary bitch", Pistachio stepped forward and bowed, hoping upon hope that he was actually bowing in front of Coco instead of just thin air.

Coco, rather than feeling jealous or angry, was actually rather breath-taken. This girl she was looking at was beautiful and she felt an odd sense of equilibrium, neither of them were better or lesser than the other, they both belonged to Rarity and they were both on equal standing in her eyes. "She... she's gorgeous" said Coco, Pistachio's ears perked up at having heard the word "she", his effeminate body had actually made Coco mistake him for a girl.

Rarity smiled, deciding not to correct her, just said "Oh isn't she just? So lithe a fragile, now aren't you happy that you decided to agree to this little pet play date?" Coco nodded, vehemently agreeing and wondering why she was so worried and reluctant in the first place. "That's good..." said Rarity, briefly before reaching into the bag an retrieving a strap-on and some lube which she placed on the desk for Coco to see, then Rarity continued "Because you're going to fuck her". Almost as if on cue, Pistachio turned around and with a little bit of directional help from Rarity, bent over the desk with his legs apart, waiting patiently for Coco to take him. Coco began to disrobe, deciding to be fully nude for the ensuing sex as Rarity attached a spreader bar to Pistachio's ankles to keep his legs spread. It was when she was completely naked and moved to remove the vibrator from her pussy that Rarity stopped her.

"I didn't say you could remove the vibrator" said Rarity.

Coco whimpered "Oh but... it's been in there for so long and you made me put it on a setting that you know keeps me on edge but doesn't let me cum... please let me cum Miss Rarity"

Rarity glared at Coco "Are you disobeying a direct order you cunt?"

Coco panicked in aroused fear "No! No no no I just-"

"Just nothing!" Rarity interrupted Coco partway through her sentence, not even allowing her to apologize for her borderline insubordination. "As your mistress, I am ordering you not to remove that vibrator, your job right now is to fuck this pretty girl for my viewing pleasure and you can only stop when the both of us reach orgasm, have I made myself perfectly clear?"