Hand Holding and Handcuffs
Rarity fastened the leather cuffs around Twilight’s wrists, keeping her hands together above her as she almost dangled.
“How does that feel, Twilight?” asked Rarity. “Not too tight, or uncomfortable?” Her hands gently held onto Twilight’s biceps, and she looked as much up at the cuffs as she did at Twilight’s face, gauging her reaction. They were in Twilight’s bedroom in her castle for perfect privacy. Spike was busy elsewhere, and the natural light of the early evening lit the room warmly.
Twilight twisted her arms and pushed at the cuffs. She had room to move, and the lining inside was soft enough they didn’t bite into her. If she wanted she could squeeze her hands through without hurting herself, she was sure of that. She then leaned forward, sliding the link along the rod attached to the wall behind her, noting how only a tiny bit of effort would take her off of it.
“I—I’m good,” Twilight stammered out. “Thanks again for trying this out.” She smiled, and Rarity leaned in to steal that grin with a kiss.
“I should thank you for letting me try,” the seamstress replied. “The stuff in my novels is… exhilarating, to put it one way. I’m excited to see how it goes today.” She backed off to the bed nearby, picking up one of a handful of… particular items. A riding crop, specifically.
Twilight rolled her eyes. “Bad romance novels aren’t really an accurate portrayal of BDSM and the like. According to some of the literature I read they don’t emphasise safety and consent, and—” Twilight went quiet as Rarity placed the tip of the riding crop under her chin.
“I know, darling, I know. I promise I won’t go too far and I’ll listen to you.” She grinned at Twilight, and Twilight relaxed. “Are you ready?”
Twilight nodded, but Rarity didn’t move. She opened her mouth to question why, then the realisation came to her. “Ready,” she said aloud, and then a moment later the calm and serenity she felt staring into Rarity’s eyes was replaced with a tickle on her chest and a shortness of breath. The crop slid down her throat, then pressed against her front and between her breasts. The faux leather tip briefly caught on Twilight’s bra—a simple black thing, she hadn’t the time nor inclination to buy anything fancier before today—and tugged at it teasingly.
“We must get you something better to wear if we do this again,” said Rarity. She unhooked the crop and slid it over the left cup, letting the tip tickle over the top at Twilight’s breast. “Maybe something like mine. What do you think, darling?”
Twilight remained still, and looked over Rarity. It wasn’t the first time she had seen her undressed, or even in lingerie. She’d got over that giddy, excited fluster fairly early on after enough blushing and staring, but being forced to actually process Rarity in something so scant again brought the fluster back.
“I think it’s… cute,” Twilight managed to squeak out when she realised she needed to respond.
Rarity clucked her tongue and drew the crop away. “‘Cute’? Not ‘sexy’ or ‘alluring, or even ‘drop dead gorgeous’?” She placed one hand on her hips as she cocked them, and held the crop out and low with the tip at roughly the same height as Twilight’s thighs. “Do you want to try that again?”
Twilight watched the crop for a moment, then looked back to Rarity. While shorter than Twilight, they were a similar build save for their chests. Twilight felt a little pang of envy, but the pleasure brought on by the view overpowered her dysphoria.
Rarity took notice, and she slid one arm under her breasts. The posture served to push them just a bit closer together. “Or maybe you want me to use our little friend on you?” Rarity gently waggled the crop, lifting the tip a little higher into Twilight’s periphery. She bared her teeth in a sultry smirk, staring down Twilight behind half-lidded eyes.
Twilight considered for a moment, and while the thought of giving in immediately and gushing over Rarity’s looks, they were both here for a specific reason. With a hum, she gently pulled herself up with the cuffs, enough that her weight wasn’t fully on her feet. “I don’t know,” Twilight said, and she mirrored Rarity’s expression, “I think you’ll have to force the answer out of me.”
Rarity beamed at that, and Twilight caught a glint in her eye that made her tense her arms with anticipation. Only a moment later, the crop was beside Twilight’s leg and a sudden sting pulsed on the outside of her thigh. Twilight hissed and lifted the leg off the floor, while Rarity backed off for a moment, looking up to Twilight. She held the crop in a way Twilight could see she was poised for another hit.
Twilight forced herself to relax, letting her weight off the bar and putting her leg back down. Rarity opened her mouth, but Twilight spoke first. “Green.”
Rarity snapped her jaw shut, nodded, and let a smidge of her stored energy bring the crop to Twilight’s leg again. Another sting, though more prepared for it, Twilight only let out a little played-up whimper.
“What am I, Princess?” Rarity asked. Twilight kept her mouth shut and shot her a defiant smirk, to which Rarity responded with a slightly harder smack, and another hiss from Twilight. “I asked, ‘What’”—there was another smack, and Twilight tensed up again when it landed—“‘am’”—another hit, barely enough time for Twilight to watch Rarity coil back—“‘I?’”
“Amber!” yelped Twilight, and Rarity froze. She looked up at Twilight’s face with a soft frown, her eyes flickered side to side as she thought, and then swapped the crop from her right hand to the left. She leaned in, almost pressing their bodies together, and her hand gently rubbed circles over the offended area. The heat on heat made the stinging briefly worse, but Twilight felt the comfort in the touch, and the slowly applied pressure relieved some of the pain.
“I suppose I got a little carried away,” said Rarity, adding a mouthed, “Sorry” afterward. She tucked the crop under her left arm, then used that hand to hold onto Twilight’s jaw. She gave a tiny tug, and Twilight acquiesced, lowering her head to look Rarity in the face. “What am I?” she asked in a quiet, gentle tone.
Twilight bit her lip, staring deep into Rarity’s eyes. Rarity gave her the much needed time to answer, as the princess searched for the words.
“Hot as Tartarus,” Twilight said at last, pitching her voice low. She could feel the excitement from the admission build deep inside of her, and between her thighs. She swallowed and shifted herself, pushing one knee forward and brushing it against Rarity’s leg, but rather than hide anything it only drew Rarity’s attention down.
Rarity let out a pleased little laugh. “That’s more like it.” The seamstress took one step back, and held a hand out and over Twilight’s stiffening member. “May I?” she asked, looking back into Twilight’s eyes.
“Y—yes,” Twilight stammered out, then shook her head. She cleared her throat, drew in a deep breath, and repeated herself with more confidence in her heart. “Yes.”
Rarity gingerly placed her middle fingers and palm against Twilight’s dick. The princess made a noise and tensed up, a little pulse of muscle making her twitch against Rarity’s touch to boot. “My oh my, my princess enjoys a little punishment.” She curled her fingers around the girth and gently pulled. Twilight’s hips dutifully followed. “I wonder, my dear Twilight, if there is anything you might want to confess to?”
Rarity released Twilight, and reached for the crop again. She drew it out slowly as Twilight swallowed, then brought it to Twilight’s unharmed leg with a sudden but harmless motion. A second later, and it was nudged between her thighs, the leather loop pressing up with a firm gentleness.
Twilight thought for a moment, and realised she had a truly reprehensible crime she had committed. Given where the crop was, a mote of nervousness touched her voice as she spoke, but she trusted Rarity in this moment. “I wore crocs in public the other day,” she almost croaked.
A flash of genuine annoyance and frustration passed over Rarity’s features. The pressure between Twilight’s legs slackened and the seamstress’ other hand came up with a point, but whatever thoughts passed through Rarity’s mind were replaced with something else. As quickly as her anger rose, her scowl flipped back into a smirk, and she pushed the crop up again. There was something about the object being an extension of the seamstress that made Twilight’s gut and groin tingle delightfully.
“Oh that is serious, darling. Whyever would you admit to such a heinous crime?” She snatched the crop away, and Twilight relaxed into the space where it was. “I think two strikes, one for each croc, ought to be a fair price to pay.” She took her place next to Twilight, and lined the crop to her ass. “Don’t you agree?”
“I’m at your mercy, aren’t I?” Twilight asked, ignoring the lie that it technically was. “Like you said, it’s a terrible crime. I need to be punished.”
“I’m pleased with your honesty, darling. One!” Rarity’s arm swung, and a sting at her backside. She shut her eyes and seethed, playing up the noise and jerking her hips forward.
“Two!” The backswing against Twilight’s unharmed thigh barely hurt at all. It was just a faint clip, but just that was enough to make Twilight moan. She wasn’t sure if she should have, but lost in the moment as she was she felt it was right, and it felt good.
That realisation gave Twilight pause, and she let herself almost hang for a moment. She didn’t remember enjoying pain. That made little sense to her, even after reading about it as a phenomenon.
She needed more data.
She just needed more of this.
“M—more, please!” Twilight cried out. She leaned forward and stuck her ass out behind her, using the cuffs and bar to keep her balance. “I’ve been bad, Rarity. Very bad.”
Rarity cocked an eyebrow, and poised her arm behind Twilight again. “I didn’t realise you were quite the villainess,” she said with a melodious little laugh. “What crimes are you owning up to now?”
Twilight opened her mouth, but no ideas came to mind. She probably did something that would have irritated the fashionista recently, but given her lack of fashion coordination, Twilight couldn’t think of anything.
Rarity must have noticed the confusion on her face, and she slowly uncoiled and asked, “Check?”
Twilight huffed, blowing her mane from her face. “Green,” she said. “Please just hit me again.”
Rarity cocked her head, then without a word she struck Twilight across her ass again. She held it against her skin this time, pressing the strap to the struck point. It got a grunt from Twilight, tensing up for a moment, then she reset her posture, her ass again stuck out behind her.
“Again,” said Twilight, resetting her posture.
Rarity hesitated only for a moment, and Rarity snapped the tool against Twilight once more. Again, Twilight grunted and hissed through her teeth, this time coupled with a small laugh.
“Again!” Twilight yelled this time. She prepared for another smack, but nothing came.
“Twilight, I’m not—”
“Again!” Twilight repeated. “Please, Rarity, keep going. Harder.”
Another whap met her backside, Twilight practically squealed. It wasn’t harder, she knew, but the repeated action sent a wave of pleasure up Twilight’s back regardless, culminating in an honest to Celestia groan of pleasure. She didn’t notice Rarity straightening up, her lips tugged into a deep set frown.
“A—again,” Twilight pleaded. “Please, again!”
“Banana.”
Twilight’s mind swerved sideways at the word. It was an odd word to say in the middle of something like this. Jarring, out of place. She had to think why it came up, and why it was familiar, but with no further pain, no further teasing from Rarity, it finally clicked.
Twilight shakily steadied herself out and straightened up. She looked over to Rarity, and tried to smile at her while she breathed heavily. “Shouldn’t I be saying that?”
“I think it applies here,” said Rarity. She dropped the crop to the floor, stepped right up to Twilight, and began unfastening the cuffs. Twilight pulled against them for a moment, her heart still pumping and hormones still demanding she get the attention she wanted, but after some thought and forceful relaxation, she let Rarity fully undo the bindings. “The cuffs are fine, but I don’t know how comfortable I am beating you, I’m sorry to say.”
Twilight slowly let her arms drop down, and allowed Rarity to drag her over to the bed. “No, it’s fine. That… that makes sense to stop there.” Twilight tried to sit down, but hissed in pain, the welt in her rump still fresh. She turned, and Rarity helped her lay down on her front, pausing only for a moment to move the unused toys and to fetch Twilight a pillow. Once she was settled, Rarity then also retrieved a water-filled carafe and a glass.
“How are your wrists, darling?” asked Rarity, filling the glass and offering it to Twilight.
Twilight carefully took it. “They’re fine,” she said, then sipped at the water. She realised how thirsty she was for a moment, and swallowed another mouthful. “I think I jammed my thumb against the bar at one point but it only hurts a little.”
Rarity nodded, then sat on the edge of the bed. Leaning over, she brushed Twilight’s mane back and kissed her on the forehead before resting her cheek on Twilight’s horn with a sigh. “You were so immersed then, it frightened me a little. I hope I haven’t upset you by ending it early.”
Twilight giggled, and carefully reminded herself not to shake her head. “No, you haven’t. It’s actually sweet that you couldn’t go through with it. I know I’ll be safe if we try again.” She went quiet for a moment. “I hope we can try again.”
Rarity nodded with a soft laugh of her own while she rubbed Twilight’s back. “Maybe. I’m not entirely sure.”
“Well, I don’t want to push you into doing something you don’t want to, but you said you liked the cuffs, right?” Rarity leaned back and nodded at Twilight’s question, looking down into her eyes. “Maybe I can look for some literature regarding that, what sort of knots you can tie and techniques we can experiment with. Applejack might even have some suggestions. I think I saw something called ‘shibari’ somewhere that sounds kind of interesting, and, uh...” She flushed and rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand. “Some of the other toys looked kind of fun.”
Rarity giggled, and gently held Twilight’s chin in her hands. Their lips connected for a moment, and Twilight felt calm and serenity wash over her. After, they simply rest their foreheads together, their horns gently pressed against one another.
“I’ll find some soft rope, then,” said Rarity quietly. “Or maybe lace or silk would do the trick. Tomorrow?”
Twilight beamed. “It’s a date.”
