"Are you sure you want to do this, Rainbow Dash?"
From behind the closed bathroom door, Fluttershy could hear Dash struggling to fit into the clothes Fluttershy had brought with her. "Yeah, sure I'm sure! If it's what you want, Flutters, then I'm sure I want to do it too!"
With that, the door to the bathroom swung open, and Rainbow stood there, standing proud in her brand-new latex corset and fishnet stockings.
Fluttershy held a hoof to her mouth, suppressing a giggle.
"What?! I look awesome!" Rainbow stuck out her chest and held her head up high, with only the slightest hint of blush coloring her cheeks.
Fluttershy had to admit that she did, indeed, look pretty awesome. But then, when didn't she? Even if the corset was a bit loose around her lithe frame, and one stocking was hitched higher than the other.
But who was Fluttershy to complain. After all, it was she who suggested they try a little something new in the bedroom, and even though Rainbow Dash wasn't too sure about it at first, she happily offered give it a try. She was a good marefriend like that, always looking out for Fluttershy.
"Well... now what?" Rainbow Dash shifted from one hoof to another, stretching her wings and tugging at the top of her corset to try and adjust its fit better.
"Well... I suppose that's up to you. After all, you're my Mistress." Fluttershy felt a bit awkward saying the word out loud. It wasn't as though she had never thought about it before, how wonderful it would be to have Rainbow dominate her, make her succumb to her every whim. Why, she used to lay awake at night reading her romance stories, and picturing herself and Dash in the roles of the characters. The Pirate Captain and the Tavern Wench, or the Mighty Duchess and her Stable Maiden. In her head, even before she had the courage to let Rainbow know how she felt, the Captain always was lean with rainbow hair, and the Maiden always hid behind her pink mane.
But what came so naturally in her fantasies suddenly seemed awkward in the harsh light of reality. She had a hard time seeing a path from here, where they stood in the bedroom by the bathroom door, Dash preening her feathers after slipping them through the slits in her corset, to there, where she was tied up in bed, being spanked and humiliated by her loving Mistress.
"Yeah, I suppose I am." Rainbow still didn't look her in the eye, instead taking the time to make every sure single feather was in place.
Fluttershy felt her own wings begin to rise, if more in anticipation than from the current situation. "If... that's all right with you, I mean. I can call you something else, if you want." She shifted her weight from one hoof to another. "Mistress," she belatedly added.
Dash finally tore herself away from her plumage, placing her hoof to her chin. "What else could you call me?"
Fluttershy was taken a bit aback, having hoped that Rainbow would be a bit more decisive. But she supposed Rainbow didn't really have any experience with this sort of thing, so she tried her best to help. "Well... there's also Lady, or Goddess, or Princess... Mommy..." Fluttershy tried to think of other terms she had seen used in her novels, but most of the others applied more to stallions than mares. Still, perhaps a more masculine term would make Dash better get into the role. "Or maybe Master? Or... Sir?"
Dash's face soured at the suggestion, and Fluttershy felt herself blushing in shame. "Sir? Do I look like a stallion to you?!"
"Oh, no! ...Mistress." Fluttershy fixed her gaze on the floor, then an idea struck her. "Maybe... you want to punish me for making the suggestion?"
"Hmmm, nah, you were just trying to help, Flutters." Fluttershy resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Dash didn't seem to quite catch on that she wanted to be punished. If for no other reason than to help get the scene started. "I think I'll stick with Mistress. That work for you, Flutters?"
Fluttershy bit her lower lip. "It's... up to you, Mistress. After all, your every whim is my command." She scratched a hoof on the fluffy cloud that made up the floor of Rainbow's house. This was the sort of activity she could never do at her home. Not with all the cute little animals around, and she never did have the heart to send them out of her bedroom. That's why most of her and Rainbow's dates ended up at Dash's house. Even if she didn't much care for the flight up to the front door, and always had the worry in the back of her mind that she would fall right through the bed and floor to the hard ground below. "And, Mistress, you don't have to call me Fluttershy, if you don't want to..."
"Huh?" Rainbow Dash tilted her head to one side, blinking. "What else would I call you?"
"Well... you know..." Fluttershy felt a bit embarrassed to have to say the words. A little part of her also wanted Dash to come up with a title on her own, but a glance into her rose-colored eyes staring bewilderedly told Fluttershy that wasn't terribly likely. "You could call me your... pet, or your slave, or your..." She let her voice trail off, hoping she made the general idea clear.
Judging by the sudden glimmer in Rainbow Dash's eye, she seemed to have caught on. "Yeah, slave! I like that! And yeah, you can call me your Mistress if you want. Your awesome Mistress."
Fluttershy hung her head, starting to feel herself getting into the role now. "Yes my Awesome Mistress, as you wish."
Rainbow Dash basked for a moment in the appellation, then looked around. "Uh, okay, so now what?"
Fluttershy remained demure, her eyes locked on the ground. "Well, you could... make me preform a task for you, my Awesome Mistress. Or you could punish me for speaking out of turn earlier." She tried to keep herself from looking up and displaying the glimmer of hope she knew she must be holding in her eye.
Rainbow Dash, on the other hoof, seemed to have not heard the second suggestion. "Hmm.. make you perform a task, huh? Like, what, make you do my dishes?"
Fluttershy nodded slowly, her eyes still not moving from the floor, save to steal quick glances at Rainbow's hooves. "Um, sure. If that's what you want me to do, my Awesome Mistress."
"On second thought, let's just stick with Mistress. That's much shorter."
"Yes Mistress." Before Flutters went to head towards the kitchen, she paused. "Would my Mistress maybe want to put a collar on me?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah! A collar! Good idea Flutt-, er, I mean slave." Rainbow Dash took to wing, heading towards the saddle bags that Fluttershy had brought along with her. Inside was a portion of the collection that Fluttershy had been secretly building over the past few years. She would purchase the items from catalogs she kept carefully hidden, and each day she expected a delivery she would wait out just down the street from her mailbox, waiting for the mailmare to deliver the plain, brown packages, so she wouldn't have to risk any of her friends (or animal wards) seeing them. She would quickly sign for them and then snatch them away from her, hiding them in a shoe box in the back of her closet. She had a lot of shoe boxes.
This was the first time she had shown anypony her collection. She had made sure to include her favorite collar - a red one with little silver butterflies - for Rainbow to use on her.
"Got it!" Rainbow emerged from the bag, a piece of leather in her mouth. Fluttershy resisted the urge to facehoof, but she could feel a slight cringe cross her face.
"That... that's hoof restraint. My Mistress. The collar is bigger..."
"Oh. I knew that!" Again, Dash buried her face in the bag, this time with the correct item in her teeth as she emerged.
Rainbow gave Fluttershy a look for confirmation, and Fluttershy nodded with the hint of a smile.
Rainbow flew back over, and fumbled a bit trying to get the collar around Fluttershy's neck. She kept getting Fluttershy's mane (and once, even her own) caught in the buckle. When she finally succeeded, Dash took a step back to admire her work.
"You look really awesome in that, Flutters!"
"I do?" Fluttershy could feel her chest warming with pride. She loved it when Rainbow complimented her. Even if it had taken her a while -- and a little of Rainbow Dash's heartfelt reinforcement - - to be able to actually believe they were true.
She was about to open her mouth to thank Dash when she remembered where she was. "I mean, as you say, my Mistress."
"Oh, right. You look good, slave. That's totally what I meant to say."
"You know, Mistress." Fluttershy looked up briefly, watching Dash as she paced back and forth, her tail whipping behind her. "You don't have to be nice to me. I... I might like it if you were a bit... not nice." That last came out barely louder than a squeak. She felt her cheeks burning again.
"Nah, I couldn't be mean to you Fl-, I mean, slave. You're... well, you're Fluttershy!"
Fluttershy tried not to be disappointed. She loved to fantasize about Dash calling her names, humiliating her in front of her friends, of calling her her little... well, no matter. If she didn't think she could do that, Fluttershy wouldn't press the matter. Although...
"Wait, what do you mean, Mistress? When you say I'm 'Fluttershy'? Do you mean I'm weak and helpless?" She tried in her tone to suggest that Dash should say yes, but from the way she was rocking from one hoof to the next, chewing her lip, Dash seemed to be uncomfortable with putting her marefriend down.
"Nah, I just mean... I love you too much. You know?"
Fluttershy supposed she shouldn't be surprised. Rainbow had always looked out for Fluttershy when ponies were mean to her, or tried to bully her. She wished she could make her understand that it was different when it was somepony she loved saying those things.
"That's okay. Do... do you still want me to wash the dishes, Mistress?" Fluttershy's voice was low, nearly a whisper. "Or, um, maybe you'd like me to clean your hooves instead?"
Rainbow dash instinctively clutched her forelegs close to her body, wings fluttering to keep her aloft. "Ew, Fluttershy! You know I don't like anypony touching my hooves!"
Fluttershy winced, dropping her face so it was nearly touching the floor. "Oh... of course, Mistress. I'm so sorry. I'll get started on those dishes. Unless Mistress... wanted to do something... else first? In bed, maybe?" Fluttershy was trying really hard not to take charge. After all, she was Dash's slave. She was supposed to be doing whatever Dash wanted.
At the same time though, she knew that Dash was new to this whole thing, and so could use a friendly hoof to prod her in the right direction. Even if it sometimes felt like less of a prod and more like leading her on a leash.
"Aww, yeah! Now we're talking! Why don't you... go lie on the bed, and I'll get the rope!"
Fluttershy shivered in expectation. "Yes, Mistress." She walked over to the bed, keeping her eyes locked to the ground in front of her and her wings clamped to her sides. She slowly climbed on to the bed, and lay flat on her belly, splaying her legs around her in all directions.
She could feel Dash as she hovered above her, taking in every inch of Fluttershy's body with her eyes. She loved it when Dash did that, when her gaze spoke of how thoroughly Fluttershy was her possession. She could feel that warmth building in her belly again.
Rainbow Dash dropped a few inches, her wings flapping rhythmically, keeping her a hair's breadth above Fluttershy's prone body. Fluttershy could feel her breath on the back of her neck, and the tickle of the air that Dash's wings displaced on her bare back. She could feel her fur standing on end at the slightest touch of a breeze.
She nearly jumped as the rope first touched her side. An end of it dangled from where it hung in Dash's mouth. She held the rest of it her her hooves as she tried to untangle it. Fluttershy could hear her slow breathing become more quickened and agitated as she fought with the rope, trying to unknot the rats' nest that had formed in transit. Fluttershy still hadn't quite figured out how to coil rope to keep it from getting tangled. Maybe Applejack could teach her?
Not for the first time, Fluttershy resisted the urge to sigh as the moment left her. She was finding it hard to get into her role of the submissive from all the interruptions and false starts. Still, these things happened, she knew, and she would just have to try and be patient with Dash while she figured things out.
After what seemed like an hour, Dash untangled the rope. Fluttershy went limp as her Mistress touched her leg, bringing her forelegs together on either side of a bedpost. Little jolts of electricity flowed through her skin where the rope touched her as Dash coiled it around her hooves, then around the bed post, then back again. Though Fluttershy tried to keep her eyes locked straight ahead, she couldn't help but steal a glance now and again at her Mistress. She looked so cute as she worked on the ropes, her tongue sticking out of one side of her mouth as she concentrated.
"There. I got you now, my little slave! You're completely at my mercy!"
Fluttershy let out a little whimper as her Mistress claimed her. Reflexively, Fluttershy tugged a little against her bounds. She loved feeling helpless and restricted by ropes. There had been a few times where she tried to tie herself up, but it wasn't easy, and she was never terribly satisfied with the results. Now that she had Dash to tie her up, though, she could finally feel what it was like to be...
As she put the smallest bit of pressure on the bounds, the ropes slid away, as though they hadn't been there at all.
Fluttershy frowned, but as she caught Dash's eye she immediately banished it from her face. "It's okay, Mistress. I can teach you how to do that better next time. Or maybe my Mistress wants to try again...?"
Rainbow's face was a mixture of disappointment and frustration. "Nah, I have a better idea." Dash moved to the shelf again where Fluttershy had laid out some of her "collection" from the bag, and selected a firm leather riding crop. Fluttershy began to wriggle in anticipation, her wings beginning to stiffen.
"Thought you might like that, slave." Holding it in her mouth, and grinning like a foal in a candy store, Rainbow Dash began swinging the crop though the air. "This reminds me of the Wonderbolts Academy, when Spitfire..."
Fluttershy let out the tiniest cough. She didn't want to hurry her Mistress along, not really. Though she knew once Dash got started talking about the Wonderbolts, she was likely to go on for quite some time before realizing she was in the middle of doing something else.
Or somepony else...
"Oh, right. Um, 'You've been a naughty filly, haven't you?'" Dash said the words, hovering above the ground and slowly closing the distance between them. They sounded a little unconvincing though, as though Dash was reading them from a script. Fluttershy, again, resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She wanted to yell out, to shout at Dash to call her names, to abuse her, to punish her the way however she saw fit. But she held back, biting her lip. Not out of frustration, no. She could never be frustrated with Dash. After all, she was trying so hard...
The first slap of the crop caught her by surprise, and Fluttershy let out an involuntary yelp. She hoped her Mistress would hear her, tell her to hold her mouth. Maybe stuff a gag in, or just cover it with her lovely hooves. But instead she just felt another slap of the crop in the same stop as before. While the first one had caught her off guard, neither it nor the second one were particularly painful. She could tell Dash was holding back. Again, she wanted to yell out. To insist her Mistress strike her, spank her, make her feel every blow.
But instead, another feather's touch landed on her flank. She would have been surprised if there was even the barest hint of red where the crop landed.
Fluttershy cleared her throat delicately. "Um, Mistress... you can hit me harder, if you want."
"Oh, right. Sorry, Fluttershy. I just didn't want to hurt you too much."
"Oh, but it's okay! I want you to hurt me, Mistress!"
"Well, in that case..." Fluttershy could hear Dash draw back with the crop, and braced herself for the blow.
Suddenly, waves of burning pain shot up her spine. She let out a loud howl, then flailed her hooves. "RED! RED! RED!"
Dash looked puzzled for a minute. Then, recognizing that her lover had just used their safe word, she immediately dropped the crop and flew over to Fluttershy, wrapping her in her hooves.
"I'm sooooo sorry! I didn't mean to hit you that hard! I promise! Oh, Fluttershy, I'm sorry! Really!"
Fluttershy fought back the anger she felt welling up inside her. Rubbing the base of her spine where the blow had landed, she bit her lower lip again, sucking in air to help soothe the ache. "The spine! I thought I told you to be careful, Dash!"
All pretense of mistress and slave was gone. Dash held Fluttershy tightly, her ruby eyes beginning to grow damp with tears. "I'm so sorry! I'm just no good at this! I know you love reading those books, but I don't know the first thing about being a mistress. Oh, this was a huge mistake, I should have never agreed to it!"
Fluttershy stroked the fur of Dash's chest, making soothing noises. "It's okay, Dash. I never should have pressured you into this. It's all my fault."
Dash pulled away, retreating to one corner of the room, her face a picture of misery. Fluttershy tried to console her, placing a hoof on Dash's shoulder, but Dash just pressed it aside.
Fluttershy sighed, feeling close to tears herself. She nibbled at her hoof, considering how she could make it right again. She began to form the rough outline of an idea in her mind, but she wasn't sure whether she could actually pull it off. One look at Dash's slumped shoulders convinced her to give it a shot at least.
"Dashie." Fluttershy gently began to massage Dash's shoulders, caressing the taut muscle gently. "If you want, well.. . maybe I could... show you?"
Dash cast a look over her shoulder, a hint of confusion in her face. "Show me what?"
"Well..." Fluttershy could feel her face redden at the idea of what she was about to suggest."I could show you... what I want you to do to me?" It came out more of a question, and Fluttershy's cheeks were well and truly burning now.
Rainbow Dash put a hoof on her chin, stroking it gently. "Are you sure? I mean, it might help, but only if you're okay with it."
The two of them slid into an easy embrace, resting their heads on the other one's shoulders. "I... suppose I could give it a try." Fluttershy leaned in close and whispered in Dash's ear. "I'll need you to take off your clothes." Then she smirked, feeling something warm beginning to grow in her belly. "Pet."
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Fluttershy gently untied the straps that bound Dash's limbs to the bed, and gently applied salve to the red marks that crisscrossed Rainbow's flanks, marking a stark contrast to the cerulean blue coat. Rainbow was breathing evenly, her back rising and falling with only the tiniest of shudders each time Fluttershy's hooves touched her flesh.
What had just happened was as amazing as it was unexpected, and Dash's head was still reeling from the sensations her Mistress had just put her body through. Even the thought of it made her wings gently start to rise, which in turn made her realize how stiff and sore they were after the attentions of her Mistress.
After a while, with the attacked flesh tended to, the toys stowed away, and the bounds undone, Fluttershy lay next to Dash, both of them staring off into space with unfocused eyes, not ready to make eye contact again just yet.
Dash stretched her sore wing and gently laid it across Fluttershy's back. "'Shy... That was awesome." Her voice was barely a whisper, but Fluttershy's smile proved she had heard her. "I didn't know you had it in you."
Fluttershy drew her own wings close to her body. "Neither did I, pet." She bit her lip as she heard the term leave her mouth. "I mean, Dashie."
"You know, you can call me pet, if you want. I don't mind."
Fluttershy snuggled a little closer. "I think I might like that. I guess I just needed somepony who I trusted -- who I loved -- to bring out my assertive side."
"I guess so." Rainbow dash sighed contentedly and closed her eyes. "You still want me to do that to you?"
Fluttershy didn't answer, and Dash could tell by the sound of her breathing that she had fallen asleep. Rainbow Dash smiled and held her close with her wing, not wanting to roll over on to her bruised flanks to embrace her just yet, though she knew she wouldn't be able to resist for long.
She really had no problem with Fluttershy being the assertive one for a change.