Whips, Chains and Exquisite Pains

by Little Lollipop

Rating: mature
Tags: Prince Blueblood, Sex, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Romance, Trixie
Length: 4094

Trixie and Blueblood had wild, rough naughty sex

Blueblood is a picky man with expensive tastes. In fact, he'd rather hire a woman for sex. Trixie, a high class prostitute and dominatrix, his his cup of tea. Tonight, she has the prince all to herself. Will Blueblood be able to please her? Warning: this story contains BDSM

Published 2014-07-29 18:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-07-29 18:20:02 UTC

Whips, Chains and Exquisite Pains

Whips, Chains and Exquisite Pains

Whips, Chains and Exquisite Pains

Blueblood glanced at his golden pocket watch for the third time, and frowned. It was almost ten, and still she had not shown up. Stuffing it back into his pocket, he tapped his foot and unconsciously brought it out again. He sighed before slipping it back.

“Calm down, she’ll be here. She’s never late.” he told himself. He paced in the foyer, and then over to the window. The light of the day had been drawn down by “Auntie Luna”, bring a quietness to Canterlot and his world. It was rather beautiful, but he was too distracted to enjoy it. Glancing down, he saw that the carriage containing tonight’s special guest had finally returned. His lips relaxed into a smile for the first time that day. A few more minutes and she was there she was, standing before him.

“Good evening your highness.” The words made him wince slightly, though the voice smooth as honey.

“I’ve asked you not to call me that, Trixie. It makes me feel weird.”

“Aw, I’m sorry dearest,” Trixie looped her arms around his neck. “I merely tease.”

He smiled at her before giving her a kiss. She bit lightly on his lip, and then a light slap on the face. “Tsk tsk, you know you’re suppose to wait until I tell you to.”

And with that she she was already gone down the hallway, leaving him with one hand full of her traveling coat, and the other resting on the red mark on his cheek, rubbing it lightly. How dare she! Denying him, and on top of that striking him with her hand...

…that soft, silky hand...

It took a breeze from outside bursting past him before Blueblood realized the door was still open. Shutting it quickly, he tossed her coat on the rack nearby and started down the hall after Trixie. “Eccentric are those who practice the finer things in life, why my own grandaunt thrice removed...” he droned to himself, and soon the small tinge of anger had faded as quickly as the red mark on his perfectly sculpted cheek. He was even giving a small whistle by the time he got to his room, finding her nowhere to be found, but a solitary chair waiting for him like a throne. Lazily draping himself across it, he snapped his fingers, signaling that tonight’s entertainment was to commence immediately. He’d paid a handsome sum for something different than the normal tragicomedies, new auditions, and assorted operas that were the constant of royal society. And while she came recommended for those looking for something different, the rumors about her arrogance and boasting were numerous. But, that was how these up and commoners were, he supposed, and even among those of proper breeding there was a strangeness and whimsicalness that was not to be shared in polite society. As the lights dimmed, he snapped twice, dismissing the servants from the room. He had paid for this show, and he wanted privacy dammit! Besides, they annoyed him. Bowing, scraping, day in and day out. Miserable creatures.

It took him a moment to notice the dark shape emerging from the curtained changing room. It started with just a leg, slipping out from the shadows of a darkened room - a long, graceful leg, slender and wrapped in light blue leather, ending in a wicked heel. Then its twin slipped from the dark as well, lifting high up into the air, and a pair of matching gloves emerged, slowly caressing the limb like a lover would, dark blue nails carrying the faint light like a ship on the sea. Lowering to the ground, one daring movement erupted her hourglass figure from the storm of curtains, only the broad brim of her cerulean hat and the bangs of her snow white hair hiding the face of tonight’s entertainment. Body clad in sparkling and shimmering fabric, it moved like ocean waves, hypnotic swaying in tune with the low dark bass beat thrumming in the room.

“You look stunning,” he breathed.

“Your mistress knows this,” she said. “Time to lose the threads, blue boy.”

Trixie snapped her fingers. Leaping as though ripped away from his body, Blueblood’s evening wear was forcibly stripped, leaving him exposed to the night air, and her gaze. The only item left remaining was his boxers, which caused Trixie’s tongue to cluck at him.

“Something more appropriate I think,” she mused, and with another snap, the boxers shrank, warped, and left his sac clad only in a leather speedo, followed by a tightening around his throat. Looking in the nearby mirror, he could see a spiked choker around his neck, causing him to gasp slightly. She didn’t scare him, but it was hard to get used to. Gawking, he nearly fell out of his seat as the chair disappeared, causing him to stumble and nearly fall to his knees in front of her. It felt strangely good, and even as a chilled breeze tickled him between his cheeks, he didn’t wish it otherwise. Forced to stand, his arms crossed in front of him not knowing what was next. His unasked question was answered as from above, a bar with cuffs at each end appeared. Pressing close enough the scent of her perfume tickled his nostrils, Trixie reached for his wrist, pulling them upwards into the bars and locking each in place, Bluebood’s feeble attempt to keep the last from slipping into place met with a sharp scratch from her nails across his chest.

“Good, now you can’t get away,” she said stepping back from him, and grinned at him, her predatory smile giving him goosebumps.

Without warning, Trixie suddenly grabbed at his crotch, giving his cock a hard squeeze and digging the tips of her nails into the sensitive flesh. Blueblood’s body woke up and he hissed, teeth biting down on his lower lip. Trixie then lean forward towards his neck and sunk her teeth in deep. Blueblood managed to repress a moan but he knew he could only do it for so long. She didn’t just bite; his mistress kissed, suckled and licked. His excitement was rising even though they had just begun.

Trixie went lower, reaching his chest. She trailed her tongue down, leaving salvia in her wake. Her hands caressed his chest and headed up to his exposed nipples. Her delicate hands caressed them, before pinching and twisting them between her fingers. This time, he gave a loud moan along with a shudder. This reaction caused Trixie to repeat the action, earning another moan. Moving over, letting her lips rest on his sore nipple, her tongue flicked over the small nub, before placing a few kisses across it. Her free hand toyed with his ignored nipple, squeezing and dragging a nail across it like an idle toy, before sliding downwards, rubbing the length of his cock through the leather. She could feel him getting excited, and yet there was so much more of the show to go.

“Such a bad boy, getting all excited from just this,” She teased. “I think Mistress needs to teach you a lesson.”

She stood back and once more, snapped her fingers. Five candles appeared, floating behind her. Bluebood tried to hide his excitement behind a mask of feigned fear, and only came out looking even more eager than ever. When Trixie dripped wax on him, it stung only for a second, trailing down his body like liquid fire before stiffening against his skin. Watching as she motioned to one of the candles, he couldn’t stop the sense of anticipation, waiting as the wax came out in a long strand, streaming down his chest. He squirmed, waiting, and when the first drop touched his skin, he could barely contain his moans. Sweet spasms of painful pleasure wracking his body, as the drip drip of wax splattered on his back, and then became a stream. Before he could even recover, another candle turned, and then a third, pouring rivers of color across his white skin, crisscrossing over his chest as her whimsy saw fit.

“No screams?” Her voice playful, she bit his ear hard, leaving teeth marks on the lobe. “I must be doing something wrong.”

She snapped again and two of the remaining candles appeared above his shoulders. Together, they upended and without mercy, wax poured onto his shoulders like a flaming rain. This time, a small scream of pain escaped his lips, and his breath came hard, panting, as the wax cooled and hardened, sweat beading across his brow. Trixie pouted as she peeled some of the way from his body, obviously not amused.

“Not loud enough. Your mistress is disappointed.” She snapped and the candle disappeared.

“But I know how to fix that.”

With a wave of her hand, a wooden paddle appeared, floating behind her as attention, dark rich wood with carvings of her personal brand. With a wicked grin, she traced the star pattern lovingly, eyes wandering over his form, picturing the marks soon to come. This time, Blueblood could not contain his excitement, a wobbly smile spreading over his face. Taking ahold of the paddle, she swung it lazily, letting the edge caress his thigh as she walked behind him. She graced his ear with a small nibble, before giving his buttocks a nice, firm hit. This time, Blueblood yelled out; all his will have vanished.

“Much better. Does Little Boy Blue like being punished?” She asked.

“Yes.” He managed to say.

“Tell me Blue, what have you done that deserves spankings?” She whispered, twirling a lock of his hair.

“I…pushed a commoner down into the mud.”

“That deserves one,” and a crack crossed his ass, already the skin was reddening there. “What else.”

“I…I once snuck into auntie’s room to steal her panties.”

“Disgusting! That deserves two!”

“More, please!” He was quaking with pleasure. “I grabbed a girl’s breast without asking her! I’ve bullied people into giving me gifts! I don’t brush my teeth before I go to bed!”

“Naughty, naughty boy!” Trixie said as she assaulted his bottom. “Tell Mistress Trixie how bad you are.”

“I’m so bad mistress. I’m a bad boy.”

“Louder slave.”

“I’m a bad boy!”

“Louder!”

“I’M A BAD BOY!” He shouted.

He knew he was going to be bruised but he didn’t care! He was a bad boy and he deserved her delicious punishment. The feel of the wood against his bare skin, her edging him on, those delectable looks she gave him; he needed more, deserved more, deserved to be put in his place by Mistress Trixie. He nearly cried when the pain stopped, and she crossed to in front of him. The blackness in her eyes dances as she watched him leaned forward, the restraints being the only things to hold him up, and yet keeping her at just the hair out of reach. He whimpered, before going limp.

“Hmm, I though I heard something...”

“Please...”

She grabbed his hair, pulling his face upwards to meet her eyes. Those piercing, stabbing eyes, wild with power, with control. He loved those eyes and would do anything to have them on him.

“Please what?”

“Please Mistress Trixie, make me your slave. Use me, beat me, just take me, make me yours. Please!”

His reward was sweet, and the feel of her tongue in his mouth was like water in the desert. It would only last for a second though; she wasn’t done with him. He whimpered when she pulled back from him. He watched as she snapped her fingers. A cigarette holder appeared clutched between her gloved fingers. Blueblood again tried to hide his excite behind a mask of fear but it did no good. Trixie placed the holder into her mouth. She sauntered over to him as she inhaled and when she got close, she leaned over, blowing the smoke in his face. He inhaled the scent; it smelled exactly like her.

“You’re asking so nicely but I don’t think you’ve been well behaved just yet. But of course, your mistress knows how to fix this.”

Taking his arm, she ran the cherry close to his skin, watching his twitching muscles for a specific spot, prodding with a sharp nail here and there, watching for his sensitive spots where the muscles and nerves would bundle the most, and every now and then would leave a small kiss of dark-blue lipstick on his skin, a perfect little circle. Each a little target she would waves the cigarette over as it was smoked. The heat eased his sore muscles, and the smoke choked at him, and yet intoxicated, his head light, almost giddy from the scent of lavender and vanilla.

However, no matter how much he payed attention though, or anticipated it, the shock of the first burn shook him out of his reverie, as she crushed out the last ember, leaving the ash to be blown away by the breeze. He knew it would come, it always did. Little circles of blue blistered and burned under each flick of the holder, decorating him with a blackened snow. Never too fast though, it would linger like the last drag of her cigarette, and the pain would release him from his bonds. Every time she dragged him back down with a new burn, it only let him float higher and further from his body. He worshiped at her altar of pain with his moans and screams, and now, she would give him a final sacrament. He knew as the last hint of red in the dark disappeared against his pale skin, that his favorite part was coming next.

The soft whirr of a serpent being released from it’s cage, and then the loud crack, like an angry fist, let him know it was coming, what he really wanted and hungered for. The wind fluttered a curtain, and the moonlight spilled over Trixie’s form, revealing her sharp curves, no longer clad in fabric but bare, only the whip curling around her shoulders and down her belly.

Now, he was really excited.

She stalked towards him, like a slinky panther ready to pounce. She let the whip slip off and she cracked it against the ground. He jumped; not from fear but from excitement. The whip was his favorite toy. When Trixie used it, it was like her confidence increased. He watched as she grabbed whip in her hands, making it taunt and licked it. Was there anything she did that wasn’t sexy?

“Blue, what am I going to do with you?” She asked.

“Punish me?” He asked hopefully.

“Exactly.”

She gave him one last kiss before moving behind him again. The whip made contact with his back and he gasped. The pain, it was fantastic! There was nothing like leather slapping against the skin. He cried out again when the whip came out. He wanted more, he craved more.

“Again, please mistress.”

She granted his plea, cracking down even harder this time. His whole body shivered and his cock, already hard, twitched slightly. No one made him hard like Trixie did. He had insisted that she be his only mistress. None of the others even held a candle to her talents. She made him feel degraded, raw and pathetic. It was her and nobody at all.

“More mistress, I beg of you!”

Again, the whip slapped against his skin. He shouted and begged, his back becoming raw. He was probably bleeding too but it was a small price to pay for such pleasure. After what seemed like hours of endless enjoyment, Trixie stopped. His hands dropped, the suspension bar disappearing, and he fell to his knees in front of her. Blueblood rubbed his wrists, feeling slightly bruised but not tired. He had been a good, well-behaved slave and it was time for her reward.

Her whip curled around his neck, and like a collar forced him to lean back on his heels. Her face pressed close to his, and he could feel her bare skin against his own. She leaned in close, letting him watch in fascination as she removed a single glove with just her pearly white teeth. Down his chest the hand roamed, before undoing the tie on his thong, and the cold air stroked his erection as it bounced upwards into the night, tall and excited from all her work. He nearly came as she stroked it softly, cooing in his ear.

“I bet you force this down in the nastiest of places. Do you touch it all the time. you dirty little boy... I bet you want to put it in my pussy. Dirty filthy commoner, dressing yourself up like a prince when you’re just like all the rest. But the great and powerful Trixie will favor you. She’ll let you watch as she toys with it.” Biting down on his ear and then snaking a tongue across its creases, and smiled. “Watch her run her fingers across its head, and squeeze it tight. Stroking it like she wants to feel it deep inside her, pumping into her wet pussy. Is that what you want little Blueblood?”

“Please mistress.. please let this one show his love for her. Mistress owns everything, is everything. I love mistress! I love her and want her to take everything.”

He was panting, his body aching and yet all he cared about was what she wanted, he was nearly begging her to do what she wanted with him. The silence that hung after he spoke chilled him to his core, and though he could feel her hands on him, and her body against him, he could only think about the cold that would come if she pulled away.

The squeeze around his shaft drove those fears away though, and her dark laughter tickled his ear. The collar loosened from around his neck and as he fell backwards without her support, he could already see her standing spread-eagle above him. She shed her other glove and kneeled down over his body, before gripping his penis with both hands, caressing it, teasing it up against her slit. Without words, he knew she approved of him, and he had time for no more thoughts as his hard cock slipped between her legs, engulfed with a hotter flame than any of the burns had given him.

Arching upward, he rammed his hips against her, wanting to be burned up in her flame. His climax was already there, the teasing and torture all night long pushing him along that cliff-edge, holding him there until she pushed him over. And he dived into that abyss gladly, the sweet release of his balls pouring into her as she writhed on top of him, squeezing every drop from his body. He could only utter a muted scream of pleasure as he came inside her, finally having his first release of the evening. But his mistress would not have only one.

She grabbed his hair, and he could only meekly follow her to the bed, where his body was thrown onto the sheets. She joined him and claimed his lips roughly. He wrapped his arms around her, happy to be able to hold her. They turned over, leaving him to be the one on top of her. Blueblood watched as Trixie caressed her breasts, giving him one of those naughty smiles. She caught one in her hand and brought it to her lips, giving herself a suck. Blueblood whimpered. He wanted them in his mouth so badly. He felt his mouth watered slightly and he licked his lips.

“Do you want these?” She asked and he nodded. “What do you say?”

“Mistress, I’m hungry. Can I have a bite?”

“Oh fine. Go ahead you greedy pig.”

Blueblood wasted no time in digging into his treat. He dove down, attaching instantly. His sucking started and he heard Trixie moan. How he adored her breasts. They were so smooth, so soft, so delectable. This was another reason demanded Trixie; he hated sharing. These were his breasts, no one elses. Trixie grabbed his hair again, pushing him closer.

“More! You Mistress demands that you don’t stop! Suck on her, bite her, lick her! She demands it!”

Again, the slave did what he was told. He pushed her breasts together, running his tongue over both nipples. He sucked and pulled back, only to suck again. He nibbled the taunt nips, earning gasps from his mistress. His cock, awaken again, started to twitch. Blueblood was so driven by a mad lust that he couldn't resist reaching downward. He found Trixie’s womanhood, dripping and hot. Carefully, he slipped a finger in.

“Oh!” Trixie gasped. “Blueblood, what are you doing? You remove your fingers this ins---AH!”

Blueblood had started pumping his fingers in and out. For the first time that night, Trixie yelled. He could feel her grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. His mouth was still fastened to her tit, his hunger not abated. In and out his fingers went, her slit becoming slick. With a bit of maneuvering, he managed to place his finger on her nub. There, he began rubbing it.

“BLUEBLOOD!” She shouted. “Oh sweet god, YES! Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Yes mistress, yes. I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll pleasure you, I’ll eat dirt for you, I’ll do anything you want. I need to please you mistress.

His fingers worked their magic until his cock gave another violent twitch. He removed his fingers. He heard Trixie was about to protest but as he brought the head towards her moist slit, her protests were replaced by moans. Blueblood also switched breasts, going from the left to the right. Then, he pushed forward, earning a scream from his mistress. Instantly, he started thrusting. Her nails dug deeper, her inner walls starting to contract. His body was damp with sweat and exhaustion as almost ready to take over but he refused to give in.

The familiar rumble in his balls started up again. Her walls squeezed his cock. Blueblood pulled back from the breasts and gave one final thrust. His cock filled her with his seed, making her cry out. She squirmed beneath him and he waited until she stopped before he pulled out.

“Was it good mistress?” He asked, lying next to her.

“It was love making fit for a queen,” She said, turning to face him. “I guess I’ll let you sleep now.”

“Um....can I still have a bite?”

She sighed and smiled at him, “You’re starving, aren’t you Baby Blue?”

“Yes.”

“Fine, I’ll allow it.”

He smiled before snuggling down and once again, attaching himself to her breast. He started to suck and Trixie closed her eyes, playing with his hair. Still firmly attached, Blueblood drifted off to sleep.

It was far past morning when he finally awoke, body aching and mouth dry. The tangy scent of herbs hung in the air, and it was more than a few moments before he noticed someone holding one of his arms up in the air. Prying an eyelid open, his gaze fell on Trixie spreading a cream over his arm, rubbing it lightly into the many burns he had accumulated during the night. As his fingers curled and squeezed her hand, she looked over and for a brief moment he could swear there was a content smile on her face. Like a shadow it disappeared, and her haughty voice rang in his ears.

“Tsk, such a lazy boy, is the famous Blueblood hospitality not even enough to wake and fetch me breakfast? Not only that, but all your shameful dealings in the night have left you completely helpless. However, I, the Great and Powerful Trixie, have decided to bless you with my presence and natural talent in all things. Thus, I will take care of you, even though this will set me far behind my schedule.”

Blueblood couldn’t help himself but began to laugh softly, just bubbling full of happiness at her being there. Not even the sharp look, or a nail pressed a little too roughly into his burn mark could stop the feeling that welled up inside him.

“hmph! Well then Blueblood, laugh all you like, but don’t think for a moment you’re getting away with this. You will be accompanying me through town once you’re recovered, as my servant. I have a lot of shopping and other very important tasks to accomplish. So you had better enjoy yourself right now, because I will make you pay.”

“As you wish, Mistress Trixie.”