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Melesse Lindenya


Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo. Estaxen yando Undómë Tinwë.

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"Even the thing with the weather vane?"

I see what you did there!

Love the Shakespeare and Song of Solomon.

The final story was about a mare who had discovered a secret BDSM society in her town and was exploring its vast compound. Moondancer found herself unexpectedly engrossed in the narrative as the story wove a series of descriptions so vivid it felt like she was playing the part of the protagonist herself. Unbidden, one hoof slid downwards, pressing lightly against her marehood to ease the nearly unbearable pressure.

Ah, good Clocktower reference

I can’t ducking believe you put in fucking Catullus

What i love most about this is how Luna makes Moondancer see her own beauty.

"So you have never had the opportunity to experience any of the acts described in these books?" Luna swept a hoof over the pile of fetishistic stories.

Finally, after an endless silence, Luna spoke. "A fine collection," she announced with no trace of judgement or mockery in her tone. "I see your tastes run… sharper than most."

Yeah, it sounded like she found the Clocktower Society and dissed the ponified 50-Shades novel in one paragraph.

"Even the thing with the weather vane?"

What is a weather vane?

"Thank you." Luna inched closer to Moondancer. "So what say you to my offer?"

Y E S

Luna raised an eyebrow. "You dare accuse your princess of speaking falsehoods?"

Blashphemy! She needs to be punished for such a thing!


Okay...do a midnight tryst. Gotcha

"Eager little thing, aren't you?" The humor in Luna's tone vanished as she spoke her next words. "When you step through that door, you shall be under my total control." A fire burned behind Luna's eyes, and Moondancer found herself feeling very, very small under her imperious gaze. "Prepare thyself, fair Moondancer, for I shall have no mercy upon thee."

MY BODY IS (NOT) READY!

. Taking a deep breath, she placed her hoof on the doorknob and slowly swung it open to reveal a black void staring back at her. Without any further ado, she stepped forward into the inky darkness and suddenly found herself standing in Luna's bedchamber.

Sounds like a good start. Dark, mysterious and foreboding.

Moondancer nodded, feeling her heart begin to race again in response to that imperious tone that dripped with darkness. "I am."

Infect my soul, Luna.

Luna's horn glowed and the rack rotated until it hung horizontally from its hinges. "Climb onto the instrument of your bondage so that we might begin your torment."

:rainbowlaugh: wow...just...so straight forward.



I ... Am completely unfamiliar with the references here, but I did enjoy the poetic dialogue, and the lesson to boot.

Willing and Wild! :raritystarry: What a trilling experience to read :rainbowkiss:

Not my style of love making :rainbowderp: but it was quite the trill non the less :raritywink: Well done :eeyup:

Whew. That was one hell of a story, and I wish there was more! I don't think there's another story our there that can compare to this one. The use of poetry was phenomenal, the setting was imagenitive, it was masterful.

Spear Shaker

Now that's the name of a porn alt if I've ever seen one.
Great start, mate. I can't wait to read the rest.

Riveting.
I may not be into BDSM, but Moondancer had a good time, and you can bet I did too.

Say... Why do wood and leather mostly dominate the BDSM industry?
I can imagine other scenarios where you could explore the core concepts of submission, dominance, and getting someone restricted and having them at your will.
I'm talking about a story with Twiligth as a mad scientist making sexy experiments on somepony.
Either way, excellent story, pal.
I had a lot of fun.
:twilightsmile:

Fantastic story, and the poetry is beautiful.

Very beautiful, a literary masterpiece that piques imagination, taking it along for a wild ride of fantasy and wonder.

This is one strong first chapter, like holy crap I've seen works with over a thousand upvotes with weaker starts than this.


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Where can I read that? I've heard the name thrown around a couple times but between my general lack of keyword knowledge and annoying regional google offering stuff that is incidentally similar in name, I couldn't find it even after hours of searching.

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Came for the plot, stayed for the porn, looked back for the poem

Amazing work, with quality writing and linguistic sense too.

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Wood is readily available, and is akin to a symbolism where only the cheapest materials are used for the lowest of slaves, toys, what-have-yous. From a technical standpoint, high-quality wood doesn't rust nor degrade as easily, so it's sterile as can be with proper care.

Leather signifies class, quality, and nobility. It's to show how high of a pedestal one's mistress is sitting on, like a subtle mark of power and wealth. Besides, leather is easy to clean, mostly sterile, comfortable (or not, depending on treatment and need) and lasts longer under heavy use than most other materials. It's a good investment of a material.

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