A Complicated Relationship

The Black and Grey Mare bordello is a humble establishment in Baltimare that caters to the more unusual tastes that regular pleasure businesses don’t provide. Staffed with carefully vetted attendants, all experts in the erotic arts dedicated to caring to their clienteles’ vices, there was very little that was considered off-limits. The greatest limitation was the deepness of one’s wallet. The white furred unicorn mare Final Verse, professional dominatrix and headmistress of The Black and Grey Mare, attending to one such client.

It was very rare to find a client with the level of passion and money to set up the scenario Final had taken charge of. For a request this unique, she had taken the reins and put her full attention for this service. The client was a regular that had visited her multiple times before; an earth stallion by the name of Gear Shift. A mechanical engineer; a very wealthy one. They had met some time ago for a regular session. Most clients tended to be nervous for the first session, especially when the head dominatrix of the bordello was involved, but Gear Shift was an anomaly. He was a stallion who knew what he wanted. Unashamed and eager, Final was surprised at his limitless enthusiasm for her craft.

Safe words were discussed, naturally, but in the months that followed he seldom called it. He always seemed to want more, to take it further each session. There was a passion to him reminiscent of Final’s late husband that she found endearing. Eventually Gear’s obsession caused him to request a 24/7 full submission dynamic for his extended vacation. Full control given for the next 4 weeks. Final had made arrangements with her staff to ensure Gear could get the attention he needed. While she would attend to him during play sessions, she obviously couldn’t be there all the time. The staff would handle the daily tasks of bathing, feeding, securing him for sleep, and paying attention for the safe signal if needed.

The first day was going smoothly, given the uncharted territory. Her bordello hadn’t done something of this level before, and she had made sure to tell the staff to prepare to make quick adjustments to the plan if need be. She was surprised she hadn’t hit any speed bumps yet. She flicked her crimson mane out of her face as she read her book. It was hard to focus on reading as she ran the schedule through her head for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

Aqua will take over during lunch, nighttime duties are headed by Ruby… I’ll have to figure out what to do about Starfru—AH!

Final’s thought were interrupted by sudden buildup of lust coming from her rear. The hand not holding the book lowered behind her to caress the trapped stallion embedded in the seat. Gear Shift was in a specially-made chair that kept his body encased from the neck down in a padded rectangular prism that served as the base. There were several different types of seats Final had that locked onto the top of the base to allow for different positionings of the head: facing towards the back, keeping the head encased except for the muzzle being pointed straight up, or the current position of having the submissive’s head pointed toward the front of the seat at a 45 degree angle, allowing Final to lay her flank entirely on his face while she comfortably read her book. Gear had been diligently massaging her tailhole with his tongue for the better part of a half hour. Final Verse had prided herself on her endurance when it came to sex, but Gear’s skilled tongue had finally broken the barrier of arousal to the point where she could no longer pretend to ignore it. He had spent enough time with her to know her body, and he was attacking a particular weak spot of hers.

Final Verse had always had an interest in anal, both giving and receiving. Due to her position as head dominatrix, she often did more giving than she preferred despite being more of a dom-leaning switch than a full dominant. A job was a job after all, and many submissive stallions and mares desired anal stimulation. She enjoyed her domme-role, it gave a much-needed sense of control over her life, the perception of receiving anal as a “submissive only” activity prevented her hole from getting attention she craved. Gear was different in that regard. His submission was beyond just his own pleasure, but also in the service. The idea of giving anal to his mistress didn’t lessen her dominance in his eyes. His duty was to serve the whims of his mistress. He was one of the few ponies Final could share this kink with. Her own personal collection of toys she privately pleasured her hole with were nice, but nothing compared to the touch of needy, moist flesh.

Final gently rubbed his ears as he kept his pace. He was slow at the start, giving light licks up and down the outside of her pucker, occasionally swirling his tongue to trace her ring. But now he was muzzle deep with his tongue completely inside her and wetting her inner walls. It was nearly impossible to breathe from this position, but he had become used to that. He was too focused on his task to care. Every movement of his tongue elicited a noticeable jitter of pleasure from his Mistress; her hole puckering at his touch was pleasure enough for him. Final had lost focus of the world around her as she closed her eyes, waiting for the dam to finally burst. The book fell from her hand as the other hand went from gently rubbing to grasping his hair and pressing his muzzle hard against her cheeks, her body too greedy and impatient to wait any longer for climax, rubbing her ass up and down his face in an attempt to spread out the pleasure. The hand that once clasped a book was now two knuckles deep in her snatch as she finally pushed herself over the edge.

As usual, it came in waves. Her butt trembled while her pussy clenched against her own walls as arousal shot out in bursts onto the padded seat. Final didn’t even notice how her body was no longer sitting upright, but instead having her torso laid out against her desk like a naughty schoolgirl, her eager hips trying to push further in to the source of bliss in the hopes of squeezing every last drop of pleasure it could get.

Coming down from the high, Final felt a slight pang of humiliation as she recognized her position. She was used to presenting herself as composed at all times and mentally chided herself for letting that much of her control slip. She was thankful that no one else was around to see it; aside from Gear, who didn’t exactly have a clear view right now.

What would the others think if they saw me splayed out like that? The unicorn mildly chuckled to herself. At the same time, an unnamed feeling rose within her. She couldn’t help but feel a small sense of thrill at the idea. Unsure where this feeling was coming from, she brushed it off as an effect of the afterglow. She patted the head of her loving submissive as she rose up from her chair. The was an audible gasp of breath as Gear Shift tried to recover from his act of service; panting, sweating, and muzzle covered in drool.

“Very good boy,” she praised.

“Thank you… Mistress…” Gear Shift tried to respond enthusiastically between gulps of fresh air.

Fina Verse unlocked and removed the two pieces of padded wood that had formed the seat, leaving Gear Shift’s head unrestrained, and unveiling the padded interior the rest of his body lay in. He had been kept in a low kneeling position by the narrowness in combination with cuffs linking each wrist to its adjoining ankle. Final reached down and unclipped the simple carabiners that kept his wrists and ankles locked to each other. They didn’t need to be locked with anything more complex, as he was basically helpless the second the seat locked his head in, it was more about the symbolic restraint of his limbs in this case. Gear gingerly rose himself out of his confinement as the domme’s hand gave his a firm pull. The stallion carefully stepped out before returning to a low kneel position facing his mistress, his dark green eyes pointed up in admiration. Those eyes were the most gorgeous quality about him to Final. Full of insatiable lust and adventure. True passion. An adventurousness that she had only ever seen in her daughter.

Starfruit… Final’s mind snapped into focus, finally recovered from its orgasmic high. Right. I’ve still got to meet her for lunch.

Handling Gear Shift was important, but she didn’t want to risk rescheduling for the fifth time in a row. She hadn’t had a chance to really sit down and talk with her daughter in nearly a month. At least, she always thought of Starfruit as her daughter, in an adoptive sense. Their relationship was complicated, but that was how Final chose to view it, and it seemed that’s how Starfruit viewed it as well, calling her “mommy” even when the pegasus mare was well into her adult years.

“Stay,” Final commanded followed by a tap on the nose as she walked behind the kneeling sub.

Knowing her “shift” for the submissive stallion was coming to an end, Final headed over to a trunk to retrieve some special items. Gear heard the sounds of footsteps approaching and the clinking of various things hitting the floor just behind him, but he dared not adjust his pose without permission from mistress. He could feel the gaze of Mistress behind him. She ordered him to stand, and so he did, still out of sight from the toys mistress had brought. Her breath was warm against his neck as she leaned in close to his ear.

“Do you remember the safety signal?”

“Yes, Mistress…”

“Do you trust me?”

“Always, Mistress…”

“Good boy. Open.”

With that, Shift’s mouth opened wide, prepared for the gag that Mistress would silence him with. His eyes widened slightly as he saw what was being maneuvered around his face. It was more than just a simple gag, it was a full sensory deprivation hood. The hood was gently slipped over his head, muzzle first. The phallus embedded inside the hoods slid neatly into his open maw. The rubbery taste hit his mouth as the cock pressed down against his tongue and the synthetic leather hood clamped around his muzzle. Only a small hole in the center of the mouth big enough for an IV and two nostril holes were left exposed. The hood went over his eyes and surrounded him in darkness. The section going over the ears was padded to block out most noise. Gear could definitely feel vibrations around his ears that had an approximation of noise, but it was dull and incomprehensible. Final worked straps at the back of the head to tighten the hood further around the blinded stallion’s face. Another strap looped around the muzzle on the outside to ensure Gear could respond with nothing more than snorts of air and internal grunting.

After finishing with the hood, the unicorn moved on to release the cuffs from Gear’s wrists. She maneuvered his arms so they straightened behind his back, palms touching each other. A sheath matching the leather hood was slid up his arms, ending with straps that went over his shoulders and crisscrossed around his chest. The sheath now secured to his body, straps at the wrists, lower arms, and biceps were tightened complete the armbinder. The last piece of equipment was a basic spreader bar attached to the cuffs at the ankle to keep the stallion’s legs slightly over shoulder width at all times. This time she used actual locks.

There was a small clinking sound that made Final grin as she realized the source. Her subby stallion’s cock was twitching in its metal birdcage-like device and clinking the lock against it. Final had been Gear’s keyholder for a solid month, and she was saving his release for a special occasion. Gear’s cock was reasonably sized (the domme’s experiences placing it slightly above average), which was different from the usual clientele that liked chastity play, but the severe restriction of his own lust was appealing to him. It appealed to Final as well. She lightly traced her middle finger under his ballsack and gave his cage a tap.

“Not ripe enough, my pet…” she said, knowing the stallion couldn’t hear her. Her touches conveyed the message enough on their own.

Her ward now secured, Final gave a small sigh of relief. She certainly had fun with her earth pony boytoy, but the weight of all the planning and the play session itself was finally catching up to her. She would actually have time to relax now. She made her way over to the closed door of the dungeon area and gave a 4-tap sequence. The door opened from the other side revealing an azure unicorn, Aqua Breeze, who was ready to take over. Gear Shift wanted the 24/7 experience and he was going to get it.

“Tag in?” Aqua asked.

“Yeah, I need to head over to the café,” Final responded in her typical no-nonsense tone hoping to disguise her weariness from her fellow domme. “She’s been pestering me about this 24/7 thing ever since she found out.”

Aqua saw through the charade. “If she wants to get involved, why not let her? You’re clearly overworking yourself. You should take all the help you can get? It’s not like this is the first time she’s worked for us.”

Final sighed. Aqua always had a soft spot for her daughter. Likely the results of mentorship. “It’s different this time. She helped with other clients. It’s too awkward if we’re both in it at the same time.”

Aqua rolled her eyes. “Pfft. I still don’t get the big deal is with you two. She’s every bit of a domme as you are, and you would know that if you saw her in action. I’m sure you would go together like PB&J if you bothered to try.”

Final looked away and said nothing. Aqua waited a few seconds for a response that never came before resuming.

“… At least consider it, okay? Nothing wrong with taking it easy for a few days if you’ve got more ponies to cover for you, right? It’s not like you’ll miss out. This guy’s gonna be here for, what? A month?”

“28 days,” Final responded bluntly.

“See? Plenty of time. What are you so worried about? Even if it goes bad, we can just call it off. It’s just Starfruit. She’s rowdy, but it’s nothing we can’t handle. I know how to deal with her.”

Final ended with an abrupt “I’ll think about it” before walking down the hall and leaving Aqua to manage the subby stallion. There was no thinking required. She had already promised to herself not to get involved with her daughter’s sex life.

Nobody on her staff understood the relationship between her and Starfruit. As far as they knew, Starfruit was just a close friend, and Final had gone to great lengths to maintain that perception. Ever since her daughter discovered her actual career and begged to get involved, Final had decided to indulge the pegasus to make her happy provided they stayed apart.

Starfruit Fritter had been just as rambunctious as a teen as she was an adult. The cream pegasus mare smuggled her way into what Final thought was a private toy collection and, being Starfruit, incessantly pestered her about what these toys were for. Final had already given her the “birds and bees” talk before, but this was on a different level. Still, Final was a sex-positive individual and certainly not a prude. The embarrassment of explaining what she did came less from the explanation and more from the increasingly enthusiastic look on her daughter’s face as she described her career. The look in Starfruit’s eyes had revealed her entire world flaring up in a blaze of inspiration as a brand new world to explore was unveiled to her.

Final tried her best to keep her daughter from attempting anything BDSM related until she was a full adult, to some success. That didn’t stop Final from occasionally seeing some of Starfruit’s stuffed animals being the subjects of shibari rope techniques. Then there were the several broken lamps from when Starfruit had stolen one of Final’s whips to practice with. Final could never prove that her daughter stole her whip, but Starfruit’s coyness about the broken furniture was admission enough. The sketches in her daughter’s journals were definitely something to behold. When Starfruit had finally become a full-fledged adult, she wasted no time in wanting to be introduced to the The Black and Grey Mare. She would demand instruction from other dommes on how to top. She would constantly sign up for part-time work when she could spare it. In a pinch, she would even take over management duties when emergencies prevented Final from coming in to work. It was surreal at how well she took to it all.

The worrying thing for Final was how a small part of her enjoyed seeing her daughter take on her craft. Was it pride? To a degree. But there was something more to it. Her daughter’s passion and creativity was something beyond even Final’s level. The sketches she had seen when she took peeks at Starfruit’s journals were inspired. The chair she had been using for Gear Shift had actually been based on a design Starfruit sketched. There was something awe-inspiring about Starfruit. Something grand. Something erotic.

Erotic. Her daughter was erotic.

No, that was too much for Final. She refused to acknowledge that. Their relationship was mother-daughter to her, and it would stay that way. From that realization forward, the headmistress had done her best to distance herself from Starfruit as much as possible when it came to the bordello. No taking on the same jobs or clients, no personal instruction, no co-topping, nothing. That included this 24/7 scenario with Gear Shift. Even if they took separate shifts and never interacted face to face, the very idea of working alongside her daughter in any capacity excited her. Excited was not the appropriate feeling to have about that. She knew it, but it didn’t matter. She felt it all the same. The only way to keep the feeling suppressed was to avoid it at all costs. She vowed never to go down that path. Regardless of her wishy-washy “I’ll think about it” statements she made to her staff, she knew in her mind she would never allow it. She couldn’t.

The Starfruit Café, named after the fruit and the owner, was a modest but successful business in the city of Manehattan. The establishment was set on the ground floor corner section of a long building that took up half a city block alongside other businesses, with lofts comprising the upper eight floors. While it contained a nice array of coffees, teas, and lunch options, the primary appeal of the café was its selection of homemade pastries. The owner had a knack for creativity in whatever craft she engaged in, and food was a favorite of hers, especially when it came to treats.

Starfruit, the owner, always had a sweet tooth since she was a child. She had fond memories of her time as an aspiring pastry maker; concocting all kinds of sweets while under the watchful eye of her mother. She had always assumed her mother to be a bit of a stick-in-the-mud at the time. It wasn’t until later on in her life that she understood the truth. Her mother was no grinch, far from it. Final Verse turned out to have wild tastes beyond what Starfruit had thought possible. Her mother’s sternness was not from a lack of joy, but of care and control. That care and control was something Starfruit had desired as well, although she certainly had her own “Starfruit” way of expressing it. That desire had only deepened with time.

After an awkward talk with her mother (awkward for Final, Starfruit was nothing less than captivated) Starfruit had gained a new perspective and a new passion. She explored as best as she could behind her mother’s back, but adulthood was when the doors swung open for her. Final had known that Starfruit would go for The Black and Grey Mare as soon as possible regardless of whatever she did to stop her daughter. To avoid shenanigans, Final was forthright with introducing Starfruit to the staff and her work. Naturally, Starfruit offered her services and requested apprenticeship to grow her now budding dommehood. Final could have refused, but doing so would just mean Starfruit would try to jump into things on her own without guidance, as she was prone to do. Final had agreed to Starfruit’s participation, so long the headmistress didn’t have to personally get involved. Aqua Breeze would be the one to mentor their newest dominatrix, not Final.

It had stung a bit, to be politely rejected like that. Final said it would have been too uncomfortable for the both of them, but that felt like a lie to Starfruit. She had no discomfort toward the idea at all. She wanted her mother to be beside her through this journey, as she always had been. She was certain there was no biological relationship between them, and after much thought about it she realized that she didn’t care even if there was one. Incest was a taboo, but so was basically everything else about her and her mother’s sex life. She didn’t see the difference. She loved her mother and her mother loved her. She wanted to freely share her passion, but all her mother wanted was to put up barriers. The head domme would shoot down any discussion pertaining to her daughter’s lewd trysts and refuse to be present whenever her daughter worked at the bordello. If this aloofness was meant to discourage Starfruit, it had the opposite effect. The pegasus mare’s desire was a paradoxical fire, and the more kindling Final took away from it, the hotter it burned.

Starfruit wiped down the countertop before going in the back to put up her apron. Lunch time was coming around and she had prepared a special meal for her mother. After canceling four times, Final finally had time to sit down with her and talk like they were supposed to. The weekly lunch talk had been going on ever since the pegasus started her business as a way to stay connected. Lately, Final had been so devoted to running the bordello that she neglected everything else around her. Starfruit wasn’t the only to notice; the other staff had been begging the unicorn mare to take a break alongside her. Starfruit offered to try and take over management as she had done so in the past to try and ease the stress, but for some reason her mother was more stubborn than usual about letting the pegasus near the bordello. Something was clearly troubling the headmistress, and she was burying herself in her work to avoid it. Starfruit was also certain that she was one of the things being avoided. She had yet to hold an actual conversation with her mother for over a month. She planned on fixing that with this meetup.

The pegasus lit up as Final Verse trudged into the café. The unicorn offered a weak smile as her fatigued eyes met her daughter’s. Starfruit rushed towards her, bumping into a few chairs along the way, and pulled her into a tight hug. The snuggling and kiss on the cheek caused Final to blush as the eyes of customers turned to them. The unnamed feeling came back to her again. The unicorn brushed the feeling aside and hugged back. Regardless of the stresses of her work life, she truly enjoyed her daughter’s company. The positivity was an oasis in harsh times.

The pair settled over in a back corner of the café to avoid the glares of the customers. Starfruit left briefly to grab the lunch she carefully prepared for them from the small kitchen in the back. The meal consisted of flower sandwiches with celery and some special-made lemon crocetta pastries, along with a new blend of tea the pegasus had developed. Final gave the drink a small sip while Starfruit, in typical fashion, greedily gulped down her new invention. It had a sweet, fruity taste to it, but the unicorn could not discern what fruit it came from.

“What is this?” Final asked.

“Passion fruit tea,” Starfruit responded.

“Never heard of it.” The unicorn took another sip.

“It’s a new thing I’m trying. It’s not from around here. I made a friend who’s got connections. Got a bunch of the stuff imported. I’ve been trying to figure out the right amount put in. It’s pretty strong stuff; I tried to water it down a bit.”

Final gave the drink another, stronger sip to taste test. She was baffled at how sweet it tasted despite being diluted. “If this is watered down, I’d hate to taste the real thing.”

“It’s actually really good once you get used to it.”

“You would say that; I don’t have the sweet tooth you do.”

Starfruit smiled and stuck her tongue out mockingly. “I’ll get you to like it. You’ll see.”

Final rolled her eyes and indulged her daughter’s pestering with another sip. “Do the other customers like it?”

“Dunno. You’re the first to try it besides me. It’s been too long since we last did this and I wanted to get you something special this time.”

Final sighed. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s been hectic at the bordello lately. I wasn’t expecting business to be this brisk. We used to be a niche thing, but it seems more and more ponies are suddenly becoming interested in the BDSM scene.”

“Sign of the times. Things get stagnant, ponies want to explore. I’ve talked about it a lot with other ponies.”

“You talked about this? In casual conversation?” There was a hint of frustration in the unicorn’s voice. “Remember that talk we had about discretion, Starfruit?”

“Come on, it’s not like that. I didn’t name names. I’m not outing anybody. Ponies just kind of talk, you know? Especially around here. It’s not like you and your clients are the only ponies with kinks. Places like yours are popping up all over Equestria recently.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Like I said, ponies talk. If you got out more, you’d hear it too. My passion fruit supplier is from outside the borders, and she told me about how commonplace BDSM stuff is all over the world. I’d say Equestria is just playing catch up.”

“Well, that would certainly explain the influx of clients.”

“You know, if it’s too much trouble, you could always have someone else take over from time to time,” Starfruit pouted. “Supply and demand and all that jazz. Expand the business while the gettin’ is good.”

“You’ve already helped plenty. Those new hires of yours have been doing a good job at bearing the workload.”

“Well then, if the load is lighter now, maybe we could spend more time together?”

Final sighed again, although it turned to a yawn halfway through. “I know it’s been a while, but work is important.”

“We could be together at work too if you’d let me.” Starfruit pressed.

“I do let you work,” Final responded, annoyed. “I even let you run the damn thing sometimes. What more do you want?”

Starfruit’s eyes went stern. “I want you.”

Final’s heart skipped a beat as the unnamed feeling rose in her chest. “What does that even mean?”

“You never let me in. No matter how hard I try to get closer to you, you always back away or create some excuse or hide behind your work.”

“I’m not backing away from anyone. We see each other all the time.”

“It’s not about seeing. I want more than to just be near you. You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You don’t?”

She did. But she pretended not to. The unicorn put her face to her hands and leaned on the table. It was becoming too much for her. These unnamed feelings were assaulting her mind again, now her worst fear had shown itself. Her daughter was egging her on. Final had suspected, given how pushy she had been in the past, but there was no denying it now. The temptation of the domme’s twisted fantasies becoming true almost made her admit it. But no. It couldn’t be. She wouldn’t allow it to be. She had to shut this down now. The unnamed feeling was pushed down by resolve and exhaustion. She was getting tired.

“Starfruit, you’re my daughter, and I love you. AS a daughter. Whatever you’re thinking, stop thinking it. We both have good lives. There’s no need to change anything. It’s fine.”

There was a glint of something in Starfruit’s eyes. A revelation? Had she finally understood? Her face turned solemn.

“I just want you to be happy,” the pegasus earnestly.

“We are happy. We just…” Final laid back in her chair, unsure of what to say next. Her mind was weighed down by so much. She felt uncomfortable in her chair and tried to stand up. She nearly tripped on herself as she slogged over her chair. The world had gone sideways for a brief second. Starfruit caught her and held her up.

“Mom, when was the last time you slept?” the pegasus stated, louder than necessary, as if speaking to the customers who had glanced their way after Final’s sudden fall.

“I don’t…” Final’s head was foggy. She couldn’t remember.

“C’mon, let’s get you upstairs.”

Starfruit carried her up to the lofts above the café. The pegasus had an apartment directly above her business. After practically dragging her mother up a flight of stairs, she slowly entered the quaint 2-bedroom loft and shut the door behind her. She laid her mother down on the sofa in the den. Final could barely keep track of anything going on around her. There was a feeling welling up inside her. A certain burning sensation in her privates. What was that feeling? She had trouble remembering what it was due to the overwhelming fatigue pressing down on her brain. She felt something on top of her. Glancing up with half-lidded eyes, Starfruit was laying down on top of her, chest to chest, as if the unicorn was nothing more than the couch cushions. A giddy smile was plastered on her face. The pegasus leaned in and gave the unicorn a kiss on the cheek.

“Night, Mommy,” she smiled.

Starfruit backed down and rested her chin in between her mother’s breasts, still staring. Smiling. Waiting. Final knew she was supposed to feel something about this, but her focus had been dwindling. All attention had gone to the heaviness in her eyelids. She shut them. Then she slowly opened them. She wanted to stay awake. She had to tell her daughter something. She couldn’t remember what, though. Her eyes shut again, and opened more slowly. Maybe if she closed them once more she’d remember. She shu