Sun for a Flower
By
Wolftamer54
Chapter 1: A Wallflower's Nectar
Darkness.
A whisper of breath.
The shuffle of sheets against each other.
The absence of sight may not have necessarily enhanced the other senses, but it did make them more noticeable. Like when a hush falls over a crowd, and the individuals within it can be distinguished more so than when drowned out by the cacophony.
At the moment, Wallflower Blush was experiencing that exact sensation. The fabric of the blindfold fitting over her head, soft but still with the grain of its woven textures. Tight enough that it would not fall off on its own, but not too tight to cut into her skin. Her other restraints were more decisive. Each of her wrists and ankles were bound tightly in shackles. Their leather grip holding onto her skin with authority, spreading her limbs and not allowing for struggle. Not a stitch of clothing adorned her body, her light green skin bare to the world. Its extra sensitivity and vulnerability was already highlighted as she squirmed in place. The sheets beneath her comforting, yet also ticklish as they played over her tensing and fidgeting form.
The scent of her own body teased her nostrils, clean and fresh but with pinpricks of salty sweat beginning to form here and there. The musk of leather and cloth also tainted the air, the artifices of restraint clashing with her natural being.
But most unsettling of all was the quiet. The absence of usual stimulations such as chattering small talk or canned background music highlighted all the more clearly the small sounds of her current predicament. Just a small creak as the shackles adjusted to her movements, a brief rush of air as she exhaled.
The world had all but ceased to exist, and Wallflower Blush was left on her own.
“How do you feel now?”
The voice was a spark in the void, its tone and intonation clear. Dripping with the tease of someone in complete control, the arrogance of power. A voice that was all too familiar to Wallflower… leaking out of the mouth of Sunset Shimmer.
“Like I’m tied up on a bed,” Wallflower spat back.
“Now, don’t get angry at me. You agreed to do this. You wanted it,” Sunset’s voice drifted around behind Wallflower, indicating her movement. For a moment, her voice dropped its arrogant edge and returned to her more natural tone. “Remember, the safe word is ‘soil’ if you want to stop,” she said from just above Wallflower’s head.
Though still lacking movement or sight, Wallflower immediately felt disappointed at the thought of stopping. “No, no keep going. You’re ruining the immersion,” she replied desperately.
“Good. Then you should be able to feel this,” Sunset said, having switched back to her more commanding tone once again.
Immediately there was a tickling sensation on Wallflower’s ears. The sensitive edges found by fingertips, gently following their curves down to the lobes. Her body immediately jerked in response, trying to rid itself of the annoying contact. But she could not move very far, and Sunset’s touch soon returned.
“My my, such a violent reaction. We’ve barely even begun. You’ll have to learn to control yourself better, there’s much more to come,” Sunset said, her fingers stroking along Wallflower’s ears gently.
Gradually, Wallflower relaxed, and allowed herself to stay under the attention. Slowly, the contact turned from irritating to soothing, its rhythmic motion and reassuring presence calming her and allowing some of the previous tension to be released. No sooner had she begun to rest than Sunset was gone. Wallflower strained her ears to try and make out where the other girl had gone to, but could not make anything out.
That was, until the bed under her legs began to get pushed down under some unseen weight. A shallow valley was created between her legs as Sunset crawled up the bed towards her naked body.
“You know, I still don’t get why you were always overlooked. You’re perfectly beautiful and appealing. Any boy or girl should have wanted a piece of you,” the girl said, presumably taking in every inch of the bare form before her.
“Maybe it was as simple as your attire. After all, hiding all this behind a sweater seems an awful waste,” at this, Wallflower felt Sunset’s hands upon her body once more. They came out to her breasts, tracing their curves, lifting them up lightly and letting them fall back, and even gently pinching her nipples. The latter bit of attention caused a wave of arousal to course through Wallflower’s body, and she bit her lip.
“But of course, breasts are not the only thing a woman has to offer.” The hands were gone from her bosom, the weight on the bed redistributed as Sunset sat back upright. “I should have know the famed Wallflower Bush would take just as good care of her own growth as those in her garden. The flower pattern is a nice touch, I will say.”
“Not like anyone ever noticed it,” Wallflower said in despair.
“Ah, but I am here now. And I assure you, every bit of your body will be appreciated before we are done,” Sunset said. For just a moment, her act dropped, and she let out a small giggle. Wallflower didn’t have to think very hard to imagine the blush on her face and the hand in front of her mouth as she tried to stifle her noises of amusement. This was followed up by the clearing of a throat, and the bed trembled as Sunset briefly shook herself.
“And yet, there’s still another area that I feel is so constantly ignored. One of my personal favorites, in fact.”
The light press of a digit came upon Wallflower, this time circling her navel.
“So cute, so simple,” Sunset monologued as her finger drew a loop around the region, encompassing it in her touch. The motion make Wallflower think of her pet dogs, rubbing their stomachs with glee as they lounged in ecstasy. Now she was the pet.
Sunset’s finger slowed, and withdrew. The bed creaked, and Wallflower felt as Sunset’s torso laid across her lower half. Suddenly, a new sensation. Wet and cold poked out onto her stomach, clashing against the warmth of her flesh. The strong muscles of Sunset’s tongue worked in unison, gliding across the skin around Wallflower’s navel. It left a trail of saliva that coated the surface and began to spread. The tongue’s journey ended on Wallflowers navel itself, lightly licking it before disappearing.
Wallflower was left with only the memory of the touch, and the ring of wet on her stomach. Now devoid of any contact, she only craved for more. Her breathing grew heavier, and her nethers slowly began to tingle with desire.
This time however, there was another noise to focus on. From the same direction where Sunset had been, there was a slight rustling. Some sort of fabric or fiber, moved around by deft hands, being worked into place. Wallflower’s imagination ignited once again. Whips or gags? A tail? Some lingerie? Whatever was in store for her, she wanted to find out.
“Before I truly give you what you want, you must prove your discipline,” Sunset said. “You must learn to control yourself, and reign in your desires against temptation. Otherwise you will not last.” Her footsteps now could be heard quite clearly, Sunset having abandoned any effort to hide them. The sound tantalizingly circled around Wallflower, the dominatrix surveying her sub and deciding where to strike next.
“Arch your back,” the order came, “Lift yourself up.”
Wallflower immediately obeyed, lifting her abdomen as far off the bed as she could manage. The position was not particularly comfortable, and made her even less secure as she struggled to hold herself up.
Smack!
The sudden attack was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Wallflower jolted, and very nearly fell back down, but managed to catch herself at the last moment. The point of impact on her butt stung, more so than expected. Sunset’s palm had struck her not with skin, but something else coated over her hands.
Crack!
This time, Wallflower was ready. Her body shook from the blow, but rolled itself in place and remained up. She was also able to more easily asses the sensation, and could tell that there was some sort of rubber involved.
“You may rest,” Sunset commanded.
Obediently, Wallflower lowered herself back down to the bed, the soreness of her rear clashing against the soft bed.
“Now, you will need something to show your loyalty. To mark you as my pet.”
Very quickly, hands were on either side of her neck. By now, Wallflower could definitely tell that Sunset was wearing rubber gloves, better to punish her with. It was these rubber covered fingers which came up and caressed her throat, not grasping or choking, but with enough firmness to let her know that they could if they needed too. Yet Wallflower found herself all the more excited for that fact. A primal part of her still struggled against leaving such a vulnerable spot of her exposed, and told her that she was in danger, but her lust was much stronger. She was exposed, but also cared for. Looked after by her master, she knew she had nothing to fear from the strong hands over her neck.
With one hand still on her neck, keeping it in place, Wallflower felt as the other began a new task. There was an abrupt weight falling across her throat, a long thing piece of nylon with metal bits jangling on it. Wallflower could not help but grin as she realized that she was being collared.
“I see you’re enjoying this. Good, good. A happy pet is all the better at performing her duties,” Sunset said with satisfaction. Her hands continued their work, snaking around underneath Wallflower’s neck and clasping the metal lock in place. She took a brief moment to straighten the tag attached to the collar so that it lay square across Wallflower’s throat.
“There, now we know that you will be kept track of. Everyone will know who you belong to.”
Wallflower blushed and nodded as best she could, eager to please her master.
“But a mere title can’t truly make you anything. You must prove your status, and only then will you truly earn the right to be my pet.”
Whhhsss-crack!
A bloom of pain erupted on Wallflower’s outer thigh. This time the attack was not Sunset’s hand, but a separate instrument. Wallflower guessed a riding crop based on its rigidity and Sunset’s affinity for horses.
“You must display obedience, loyalty, and devotion. And to achieve those, you need control. You may fulfill your deepest desires, be the center of attention and craved by many, but you must not lose yourself. I will do everything you want and more, but you will only cum when I allow you to. Do you understand?” Sunset asked, in a tone that clearly said it was not a question.
“Y-yes master, just please, help me. I will be your pet, and I will not cum,” Wallflower gasped, her blood already pumping harder and breathing quickening at the thought of what was to come.
“As you wish. Though you may not be so confident once we begin,” Sunset said in an aggressive tone, challenging Wallflower to live up to her promises.
Wallflower dutifully braced herself, expecting more harsh blows to come at any second. However, there was nothing. Neither crop nor hands fell on her unprotected body. Every second that passed only heightened her curiosity.
“What are you waiting for?” Wallflower asked in desperation.
“Ah ah ah, patience my dear pet. You must have patience. I will begin when and how I wish,” came the prompt reply.
No sooner had the words filtered in than a new sensation finally greeted Wallflower. A light, tickling touch against her inner thigh. The tip of the crop being slowly dragged along the skin, all the way from her crotch to the soles of her feet. First one leg, and then the other. As the tip made its way down, the leather stuck and rubbed against her skin. Even as it moved past, the memory of its presence was keenly felt in the skin readjusting itself. The crop was gone, but the patterns it had traced lingered. The fleeting nature of the attention caused Wallflower to go mad. Having come so close to her most sensitive region, and yet passed it by. As her mistress tested her resolve, Wallflower felt herself growing damp. The lips of her vulva began to drip with beads of juice, inviting anyone to the entrance beyond.
“You do not seem to be doing a very good job of controlling yourself,” Sunset chided.
“Mistress, I cannot control it. I have not cum, as you ordered. My body is merely excited. It still serves you,” Wallflower said.
“Hmm.”
The end of the bed pressed down again, and Sunset’s powerful, gloved hands grasped Wallflower’s legs. There was no real need to, as they were already apart, but Wallflower relished in the rough handling nonetheless.
In contrast to the strength which Sunset wielded with her hands, her next action was light as a feather. Just as gentle breeze blown over Wallflower’s vulva, tickling the sensitive organ. But it was not yet time for attention there. Instead, Sunset paid her dues to seemingly every inch of Wallflower’s nethers except where it was wanted most. Slowly, deliberately, she kissed up and down each of Wallflower’s thighs. Her soft lips would press down, encompassing a small bit of skin, and then depart. Every time a bit of lipstick was left behind.
Wallflower only wished she could see the pattern of kiss marks being accumulated, but there were other things she wished for far more. However, she dutifully kept her mouth shut. She would not challenge or question her mistress. It was not her place to.
One kiss came particularly close to Wallflower’s pussy, mere centimeters away from her begging folds. And of course, Sunset’s lips lingered longer than they had ever before. It was as though she was a succubus, trying to draw out Wallflower’s essence through the contact. Wallflower’s vagina ached, the steady stream of teasing exacting its toll. Her body begged for proper attention, to be allowed its release. But it would not be satisfied yet. Sunset’s kiss continued for a few moments longer, before she disappeared yet again.
The words Wallflower so craved to hear finally began to filter into her ears.
“You’ve been a good pet. You’ve controlled yourself through all my tests. Now it’s time for your reward.”
“Yes, yes, thank you mistress,” Wallflower gushed in excitement, her eyes tearing up beneath the blindfold. Her ears also continued to take in the sounds of Sunset preparing her reward. More jingling, and a soft clink of metal on metal. More rustling, and suddenly the tension was removed from one of her leg restraints. The other quickly followed, and both her legs were free from their imprisonment. Wallflower was briefly confused, not sure why Sunset would be going easy on her so near the climax.
In a lightning fast movement, Sunset grabbed Wallflower’s hips and lifted them up. Her pussy was spread apart and immediately a hard cylinder was plunged into it. Any thoughts of being pampered or treated too softly were quickly dispelled. The strapon invaded her inner depths, parting her canal before its girth. Beyond just the shock of the initial penetration, its form also left an impression. Inexperienced though she was, Wallflower could tell that the dildo inside of her was not modeled after any human phallus. Its head was wide and flat, and a thick ring spanned the middle. Wallflower blushed even harder as she realized that Sunset was rutting her with an equine dildo.
In reality, Sunset had not given Wallflower even a moment of respite. As soon as her strapon hit its deepest penetration in the girl’s cunt, she began to pump in and out. Powerful hips, honed from years of experience as both a human and a pony, slammed into the more inexperienced ones beneath her. Her hands grasped at Wallflower’s ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
Wallflower’s tongue spilled out of her mouth as she panted frantically. Nothing she had experienced before could have prepared her for this. The build up had been tortuous, but this was explosive. The thick dildo, even if it lacked the warmth of a real dick, was more than enough to push her to her limit. Its flare and ring dragged against her insides, scrambling them and dragging out pleasure with every thrust. Her entire body was in fits, her ass in Sunset’s grasp, her legs now free to kick, and her arms which still struggled against their restraints. No longer needing to hold herself back, she allowed every bit of her being to express love for what was being done to her.
“Aah! Hah! YES!” she screamed, allowing her voice to fill up the room that was so silent mere minutes ago. Her cries mingled with the creaks of the bed and the slap of flesh on flesh as the girl’s hips met again and again.
The resolute motion was not yet a steady rhythm by any means, with Wallflower reacting so violently and Sunset doing her best to keep her under control. Things became both easier and harder as they got more intense. Easier in that Wallflower’s juices continued to squirt out, lubing up the dildo and allowing it to slide more, and harder in that her walls clamped down tighter and tighter in an effort to keep the instrument inside of her.
Of course, this only made Sunset in turn ramp up the intensity of her thrusts. She practically jackhammered away at the other girl, railing her into the bed and scrambling her mind. That Wallflower’s vagina tried in vain to hold her in place only increased the friction as Sunset pulled out and then pushed back in. It was a battle of sorts, but clearly one that the dom was winning.
Where earlier Wallflower had been hyper aware, able to focus on every single detail of her environment, now she was lost. Only the mind-numbing sensation of being pounded was left to her.
Slap, slap slap!
Every bit of contact fried her nerves just a bit more, her body lost in the throes of pleasure. Her hands clenched, eyes rolled back, and juices spilled everywhere. But there was yet still one bit of pleasure she had not been allowed to achieve. Despite her excited displays, she had not yet orgasmed. What little remained of her mind was still trying to hold back from cumming, knowing that she needed to wait for her master’s permission to do so.
Of course, Sunset was well aware of the torture her sub was going through. Even above the sloppy sounds of their lovemaking, she could hear the moans and pants of the other girl. See first hand how the once delicate and abandoned folds of Wallflower’s pussy were now enflamed and taking everything Sunset could give.
Wallflower had truly given herself over. So long in the background, unnoticed and lonely, now a submissive, slutty mess. And like any master, Sunset would look after her pet in the best way possible.
With the pleasure overloading her systems and having long given up any sort of rational thought, it was almost a miracle that Wallflower could register anything more. But that is exactly what she did. Still enduring the constant cycle of full and empty in her nethers, a sudden lash of pain and pleasure broke out from her nipples. Sunset had grabbed them, pinching and twisting the sensitive buds and pulling up the breasts beneath them.
“Cum for me!” Sunset shouted.
The unexpected attack finally broke Wallflower. With a final scream up the heavens, she let her body climax. Like a chain reaction, detonations of pleasure went off across her entire body. From her pussy to her nipples, every point that had been stimulated stung with simultaneous pleasure and pain. A delicious mix that was only thanks to her master. A veritable tidal wave of lube gushed out of her vagina, squirting out of the tight seal created by the dildo, and soaking the bed beneath them.
Even as waves and waves of aftershocks still encompassed her body, Wallflower simply gave out. She collapsed to the bed in a dead faint.
It seemed like no time had passed when Wallflower came back around. To her mind, she had closed her eyes for mere seconds. But a sense of disorientation pervaded her as she realized that the world she came back to was not the one she left. No longer was Sunset fucking her, in fact she could not feel the other girl at all. Her vagina and nipples were still sore, and the various smack marks still stung a tiny bit from Sunset’s slaps. The entire area beneath her legs and butt was damp with her own juices, the tart smell also pervading her nostrils. Her blindfold and collar were still in place, and the two cuffs on her leg had been reattached so that she was once again forced open.
“Glad to see you’re awake again. I was afraid you’d sleep through the whole night,” Sunset said, revealing that she was in fact still present.
“Thank you master. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever felt in my life,” Wallflower said, tears in her eyes and voice hoarse from all her screaming.
“You’re more than welcome. But you’re not done yet, oh no. You see, it would be selfish to me to keep you all to myself. Even pets must be shared sometimes. So I’ve invited along some new masters to have their fun with you,” Sunset said in a tone that clearly indicated she was wearing a mischievous smirk.
The creaking of a door opening was heard, and the rustle of many bodies moving at once.
“Hi, Wallflower!”
“It’s a pleasure to see you again, darling.”
“Howdy, little lady.”
“Um… hi, pet.”
“Are you ready for the most awesome night of your entire life?!”
“This will be a most excellent test.”
“Have fffffuuuuunnnnn!!!!!” Sunset called in goodbye, pulling the door shut behind her as she left.
The End.
