Chapter 1
Scarlett’s hooves clicked with each step as she trotted out of the portal’s exit and into the grand entrance hall of the Clocktower Society West along with many others. This was because the flooring was not like the ancient stonework of the traditional location back east, but instead made of steel plating. Each sheet was at least the length of a single pony, regularly polished and cleaned so that they almost reflect anything above them. A few of them had phrases carved into them at seemingly random places. One that Scarlett passed read: ‘No Prejudice or Discrimination, Only the Society’ in fancy, elegantly curved lettering. Up ahead, she could see another that read: ‘Your Safe Word is LAW’. On either side of her were a series of marble sculptures with the majority carved to look just like the Clocktower logo. These were made of a dark marble, with the C within the clock face plated in gold while the letter S below it was silver. Alternating with them were pillars of lighter coloured marble shaped to resemble stallions submissively supporting the roof.. Each one of them were carved to appear in various combinations of poses and bindings, with so much love and detail put into them that any member could see both the love and devotion within the submissive’s eyes.
Then there was the glass barrier which formed a tunnel under the bay. As Scarlett walked without fear, she could see several ponies wearing the Clocktower’s unique latex scuba gear that molded them into a seapony cleaning the grime off the glass as fishes swam past them, aided in part by the hippogriffs in their aquatic form. A few of them paused in their work to wave to familiar members as they walked the long hallway, though Scarlett ignored them completely, choosing instead to focus on the entrance just up ahead.
Well, for the most part, for she did notice the look of one of the mares a little to her right. This mare’s head was lowered as she glanced at the glass barrier this way and that while her legs trembled. Perhaps a new member or a visitor from the East. A sight not unfamiliar to Scarlett as she herself had appeared the same when she had first arrived in this underwater society, unable to hide the fear that hundreds of gallons of water could come crashing down at any moment from the San Fanciscolt Bay. But those worries were put to rest after a few visits, as well as learning about all the protection that was put in place. Magical detection would be able to find cracks the moment they began to form as well as any large or heavy object falling down upon the Society. Members would be dispatched within moments to deal with the issue as well as contacting as many magic users as possible to put up barriers. Then, depending on the threat level, the Society would contact all members and usher them to safety areas or to the nearest transformation station to become a seapony. Not that Scarlett had ever heard of such a thing happening in all the time she had been a member.
With a small, fanged smile Scarlett returned her full attention to what was before her as she walked through the entryway. Showing her identification to security on her way in, Scarlett noticed a few other ponies glance in her direction, probably surprised to see somepony wearing clothing. Clinging to her body was an inky black dress that covered most of her body, frilled on her flank which then ended in spider web like lace., while the shoulders of her gown were slightly puffed to give it a slightly old fashioned look, the finishing touch being the matching red choker around her neck. All of this hid her cutie mark which was a lace shaped heart. Or maybe it was because seeing a thestral with a pale white coat stand with equally white, leathery wings was a rarity. She glanced at them with yellow slitted eyes looking out past her mask, her dark brown mane which was tied up in the back like a ponytail to keep it out of the way while still having enough mane to flow down past her tufted ears in an elegant manner only to find them quickly looking away.
Of course, it’s not like they haven’t seen me in this dress before, thought Scarlett with a hint of bitterness. How many times had she come here in this very dress? Three? More? Oh why hadn’t she put more effort into selecting her dress for the day?
Slightly annoyed, Scarlett trotted over to the nearby directory stationed just up ahead. The large, rectangular screen shined brightly showing off the first floor of the Society which was the welcoming area. Not that she needed this pegasi eye view of the Society to know that it was shaped like the face of a clock. Members coming in could turn left or right at the entrance, heading towards the various locker rooms, meeting rooms, cafeteria, and offices that were all placed underneath the numbers on the dial. Above her was the glass barrier, the moonlight sneaking its way through the water allowing members to watch the fish and boats pass them by harmlessly. Within the center of the clock face was something a little more odd. There was no floor there, just two clock hands that were stuck at 6 o’clock. Ponies walked across clock dials in order to get the center where a lift was waiting, taking them down into the depths of the Society where untold excitement awaited them. Or, if they had wings like her, they could just bypass the lift all together. There was also a little kindlesprite off to the corner, keeping an eye on Scarlett should she require his assistance. Not that she really needed to ask it anything.
Waving her hoof across the screen, the images changed to show her the second floor. Scarlett didn’t bother to look at it since she knew that the second as well as the third were for member shopping. It was on these two floors where members could buy all sorts of toys, fetish gear, coffee mugs, sweaters, and so forth to take home with them. Not only that, but it was where you could build your own custom collars and masks. There was even a ‘build your own sub workshop’, toys for those lonely nights when your little sub couldn’t make it.
With a fierce swipe, Scarlett moved on. For the next several minutes, Scarlett stood there swiping away as she briefly examined every floor before moving on to the next. With the speed she was doing this, the kindlesprite looked like he was starting to get dizzy with swirls replacing his eyes. Yet, nothing caught her fancy this night. The Cum Banks were usually a good bet, with all the darling subs ready to eat her delightful cunny out or providing their dicks for her pleasure. But tonight…didn’t feel much like it. And not because of her gown. Perhaps the Display Room would be a good bet, sitting on the finest sofas as Society slaves fanned her and watching everything going on within the Society from their magic screens. No, no, those didn’t quench her thirst, her needs for the night. Hmm, maybe she could go to the Throne Room, an area within the tower where you play the queen while the Society owned subs posed as your guards eager for your approval. With a little extra of the Society’s currency, you could pay to have them protect you from a ‘kidnapping’, catch the fiend, and then…’interrogate’ your would-be captor. That sounded…like the same thing she did for the last three visits!
“Hey, wait a moment,” came the kindlesprite’s voice as a dejected Scarlett began to walk away. “That’s it? Just going to scroll through the map like you’re speed reading something from your book club? And not even going to reset it? So very rude.”
“Sorry, my dear,” said Scarlett as she turned to look back at the map, the front hooves of the kindlesprite crossed as he gave her a very annoyed look. “But couldn’t you do it?”
“I can,” said the kindlesprite as he rolled his eyes. The image then clapped his hooves, the map resetting back to the first floor. “It’s just good manners to do so. What if I was offline and some newbie came in here getting all confused? Think of the newbies! Think of them!”
“Ah…yes,” Scarlett managed to say. She wanted to tell him that they could have noticed the label at the top of the map, telling them what floor they were looking at. Or that the Society always makes sure that there was a kindlesprite here, ensuring that help was available when needed. But, tonight, she didn’t have it in her to argue with something that wasn’t even really there. Not in the flesh at least.
The kindlesprite seemed to pick up on this, hooves slowly going down to his side as he gave her a softer look. “Hey there missy, everything ok? You’re looking a little down tonight.”
“Dear it’s…” Scarlett wanted to say it was nothing, but the lie just wouldn’t come out. Her lips struggled to get something out, wings flaring slightly as she did. In the end, however, she sighed while those leathery appendages dropped to the sides in defeat. “Dear, I don’t wish to bore you with my home troubles, but it seems I’m in a bit of a rut. I’m a fashion designer with my own shop, appealing to the more gothic clientele. But, alas, my last four lines have looked too similar for my tastes.” As she spoke, a wing came up to cover her face. “Oh sure, some had a few more buttons or a few more frills, but when you get down to it they were just lazy recreations. Not at all to my usual standard. No, not at all. Then I come here, looking for a way to relax and respark my creativity only to realize, to my utmost horror, that here I am in a rut as well. Reliving the same scenes again and again.” At that moment, Scarlet heard the sound of somepony slurping through a straw. Lifting her wing a little, she spotted the kindlesprite on the screen with a large cup of chocolate milk. Scarlett stood there, wing sliding back into place as she stared at him with wide eyes. He stared right back before glancing down at the glass he held in his hooves before giving a sheepish smile.
“Oh, don’t mind me,” he said, quickly moving the chocolate milk behind his back.
“I won’t,” snapped Scarlett in a huff. “Good night sir!” With that, she turned around and began to head out the door.
“Wait, wait,” said the kindlesprite, moving around the screen in an attempt to get her attention. It worked, but only enough for Scarlett to give him a brief look with one eyebrow raised behind her mask. “I’m sorry about that. And, if you forgive me, I might have an answer to your problem.”
Scarlett’s lips twitched at that before turning back to properly face the kindlesprite. “Go on,” she said.
“Well,” began the kindlesprite as text appeared next to him. Scarlett tried to read it, but the words were backwards as if meant for him to read it alone. And before she could even adjust her mind so she could figure it out, the text began scrolling rapidly. So fast that she was surprised that the kindlesprite could read it. “According to your personal records, you have been using many of our Society solo experiences. Those where the cute little colts are provided by the Society. Perhaps you could try making up your own scene. That or,” he paused, glancing up at her mask, “find a more permanent slave for yourself. You’ll never find what you’re looking for unless you dip your hooves into the water.”
“That,” began Scarlett only for her voice to trail off. That did sound appealing. Originally, when she had joined the Society, she had been looking for the right submissive for her own use. One who she could work with, easy on the eyes, and would know his place. Oh, the thought of finding a stallion like that was enough to lick her fangs. Why had she stopped? Perhaps it was because, working all day to create her fashions that she just wanted a break. Have something premade, pre-prepared and waiting for her. Alas what an utter fool she was! Getting back into it, finding that right sub might be just what the Den Mother ordered! Only…
“That does sound enticing,” admitted Scarlett before sighing. “But with my recent rut, I fear I would just end up sullying our session.”
“But it would help you get out of the same old same old,” countered the kindlesprite. “It doesn’t have to be big, just something personal that you helped to create along with your sub. Something to help get those kinky creative juices flowing again. Don’t worry, the Maids will be on hoof to clean up.” The kindlesprite grinned, seeming to lean forward a bit.
“Well,” began Scarlett, placing a hoof on her chin as her mind worked over this. However, her mind was briefly distracted by thoughts of stallions in Prench maid uniforms, their cocks sticking out as they worked to clean up after their mistresses. Or how some of them had thick plugs in their…No, no, no! Focus! “I suppose it wouldn’t be the worst thing ever to at least have a small look at who is available. Perhaps you’re right. Maybe this is just what I need.”
“Glad to be of help,” said the kindlesprite as he bowed. But as he began to rise up, Scarlett opened up her wings to take to the air. With dignified grace she swooped through the air before descending downwards deeper into the Society. As she did so, she caught one last thing from the kindlesprite. “Oh yeah, no need to thank me or anything. Members these days! No manners at all!”
When Scarlett’s elegant hooves touched the floor again, it was in front of a place called The Kennel. In a way, The Kennel was much akin to the Slave Pens in the East location only with a more elegant touch, along with a different level of degradation. The majority of subs here were stallions, cute little things caged and bound behind a sheet of glass with holes drilled through so that they had plenty of fresh air. These cages were lined up in several long rows, with the ones in the center belonging to members of the Equestrian tribes while those along the walls belonged to the other races. Mainly due to either their larger sizes or that they had special needs. From past experiences Scarlett knew that the cages were clean, save for the shredded newspapers on the floor catching precum the naughty little things were leaking. As a final touch, the cages also came standard with water bottles with a water hose for them to drink from, the cock shaped nozzle hanging by their mouths. Beyond that, the place was well lit with the marble floors outside of the cages kept clean so that the mistresses didn’t have to worry about stepping in any mess.
For a moment, Scarlett stood there looking into the shop with a mix of emotions, watching, but not really, the half dozen or so mistresses that she could see milling around down the aisles as if this were any ordinary pet store. She knew she was nervous, not having done this in a while. There was also the fear she had felt, but also excitement at what she might find! That excitement won out as she trotted inside.
Deciding to be extra adventurous, Scarlett trotted over towards one of the walls to see what delightful subs were available. The first one was a Kirin, dark red coat that reminded her of blood with an almost neon red mane. Sadly, that was all she could see of the poor dear due to the way he was bound within his cage. His front hoof cuffs were tied down by rope along with several more going down his leg, keeping his upper body down. Just above his flank was another rope, tied to the ceiling to keep his rear up and presented to anypony who wanted a look. From the sides of the cage came more ropes attached to his hind hoof cuffs along with a spreader bar to ensure that he couldn’t close his legs. Like this, Scarlett could see his tightly closed anus as well as his heavy hanging balls while his long cock hung there dripping with pre.
Attached to the side of the cage was a personal sheet, giving information about this sub. Now, she could have just checked the Kirin’s cuffs or used her mask’s features to give her this information. However, the Society had gone through all this trouble to put it up and it did have that nice personal touch. As Scarlett turned to scan it, another mare walked towards the cage and opened a small glass door that was only slightly bigger than her hoof. Reaching inside, the mare began to slightly stroke the sub’s cock to get a feel for it. That or just to tease the poor dear.
Scarlett’s eyes flickered over to the mare before returning to read the sheet. No name was given, only his Society ID which Scarlett moved past without really looking at it. If she liked what she read she might come back to it. According to the sheet, the Kirin sub was looking for a permanent dom which suited Scarlett just fine. But the rest... well, didn’t. This sub apparently preferred not to make a sound during their sessions, preferring to ring the bell or tap the ground to signal his wants and needs. Which was alright, but it limited the sorts of things that Scarlett could do with him. She couldn’t make him beg or hear declarations of pure devotion. Then there were his kinks which, upon looking at them, almost made Scarlett stick out her tongue. She didn’t like to judge and everyone was entitled to their own fetishes. However, she didn’t really get any of the more…messy fetishes. If she got any of that on her dresses…
Fighting not to shudder, Scarlett turned away while the mare who had been playing with the Kirin began looking at the sheet.
After passing two Yak subs, both in really large cages, Scarlett’s eyes fell upon a griffon. This one had a grey body with a white head, dark circles around his eyes that reminded Scarlett of a raccoon. He was bound upright to the back wall by cuffs firmly anchored into it along with another band around his belly. This position helped to show off the griffon’s powerful, lean muscular form that reminded Scarlett of a jungle feline. Like with the Kirin, the griffon’s cock was out in the open pressed against his belly. His balls looked healthy as well, full of sperm whose pre was running down onto them. All in all, he was a pleasant specimen to behold. But the most striking feature was his eyes. Scarlett stared into them, seeing the eyes of a mighty predator who had flown through the skies and knowing freedom only to be now locked inside this cage. Eyes that were still wild and hinted at danger.
And it was delicious!
Quickly licking her fangs, Scarlett went to look at his information sheet. Her eyes fell upon something that might give her the excitement and inspiration that she craved. This griffon was also looking for a more permanent dom, but not just any dom. No, he was a fighter looking for a strong dom who could subdue him in every session. One who could truly push him to his limits but never fully break him. That was what he preferred at least, though the sheet also mentioned a few other things here and there. Just a few tamer sessions and things he didn’t want done to him. None of these were deal breakers of course.
Scarlett couldn’t help but to lick her fangs again as she glanced over at the griffon again. Oh, how wondrous this could be. The idea of getting a proud predator with all his savage might to submit to her was a delightful image. She could almost see it now; him trying to assault her down in some alleyway, expecting an easy prey only for her to turn things around. Or, in one of the many rooms, she could try edging the dear refusing to allow him to cum until he submits. If he begged correctly, she might help him finish with her mouth! Hmm, might not be enough. Perhaps some rope or a flogging? Or maybe something more…forceful to push the little dear.
The only real question was: could she do it? That caused Scarlett to pause for a moment, her eyes shifting between the sheet and the griffon. After all these solo, pre-made sessions she had been going to, could she handle something like this griffon wanted right out of the gate? Or perhaps it would be better to start with something easier, more manageable and work her way up. That way, she could work off some of the rust so that when she came for the griffon they would have a more enjoyable experience. That is, if he was still here. There was a chance that somepony might snap him up! How could they not? After all, a griffon sub was very hard to come by. Especially a male! No, no she couldn’t pass up-
Scarlett paused as something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. It was a stallion, a pegasus in one of the nearby cages on the opposite side. Turning around fully, she saw that this arctic blue pegasus was sitting on his flank, bent over as far as he could with his forelegs tied behind his back and a ball gag in his mouth. What kept him in this position was the short band connected to his collar flowing right now to a ring around his cock. So short was the band that his small beard was brushing up against his length, his breath and lips grazing the flat head. His eyes were downcast, as if looking past his hardened cock to stare at the floor. Gulping at the sight, Scarlett’s eyes averted themselves to his wings which were forcefully spread out to show the bits of white in it like some of the middle feathers that matched the white spot around his mouth. His mane and tail were brown with tanned stripes running through them. As for the stallion’s mane it stood up in the front, almost to a point, while being tied up in the back thanks to a blue band. Curled around him was his tail which seemed a little bit puffier than a normal stallions.
Scarlett knew this stallion at once, Galactic Moonshine. She met this stallion several times before, as he owned a nice little bar in Manehatten close to the shop she herself owned. He was a helpful sort, willing to lend a hoof during his free time. Then there was the way he spoke to her. So many times she had heard him speaking to others, barmares, neighbors, city workers, etc. With them, it was jolly while also being very respectful. Nothing that most ponies would pick up on. But, when he spoke to her, it was different. She could hear it plainly, like he was talking to something that was beyond this world. As if she were a dream made flesh, to be honored and adored above all others. An endearing quality if she said so herself. But, that wasn’t the only place she knew him from. Here, within the Society, he had called her mistress more than once. Their scenes were pleasant, more often above the experiences she had had with others around her.
Then, it happened. For whatever reason, Galactic’s eyes moved away from the spot he was staring at. They rose up, looking around before falling dead on Scarlett. In that moment, the stallion’s eyes looked at her hopefully. He begged her with those eyes to come closer, to pick him in the way a puppy begs little colts and fillies to take him home. Scarlett’s wing twitched, nearly flying over her heart as it seemed to melt. Thankfully that didn’t happen as she managed to rein it in, making her appear as still as a statue as she looked back.
With a great deal of effort, Scarlett turned to look at the griffon one last time. She eyed him carefully, burning his features into her memory before turning back towards Galactic. Yes, she thought as she walked over to him. This is the proper choice. That griffon deserves a dom who can grant him the domination he seeks. Right now, I’m too unsure of what I am capable of. Galactic will be ideal in helping me. He is still a cutie and I will get him to cry out for me. Maybe after a few sessions with Galactic, if that griffon hasn’t found a permanent dom yet, I’ll show him why I’m a true Mistress of the Night!
“Hello my Dear,” cooed Scarlett once she was in front of Galactic’s cage, seeing his head lean a little closer. “It has been a while, hasn’t it? Have you forgotten my touch?” As she spoke, Scarlett ran a wing against the glass barrier to which Galactic tried in vain to get as close as possible to. Still, she watched him as he closed his eyes while turning his cheek to the side. Through the glass she could hear him making a wanton noise, begging to get closer as drool came out of his gag. What a sweet little treat he was. One Scarlett knew she was going to enjoy tonight.
“Come along my Dear,” said Scarlett as she walked down one of the lower halls of the Clocktower, Galactic following suit thanks to a leash. But not just any leash, oh no. That just wouldn’t do. While it wasn’t like the Cerberus model they used in the East, this one ran through the ring in his collar to connect to the band still around the stallion’s cock. With the slightest of tugs, she could pull on the skin making it feel it like she was giving him a hoof job. The perfect little reward for when her sub was behaving. But, misbehave or fail to follow your mistress and the pain caused would be great. Since this was her first time using it in a while, Scarlett made sure she wasn’t moving too quickly. To ensure this, Scarlett decided that they would trot through the Society instead of flying down to their floor.
This, Scarlett noted as they walked, had another benefit that was simply perfect! Now they were moving along with the rest of the masses, consisting mostly of ponies as well as a sprinkling of other races. Anyone could see them and, thanks to their slow speed, could get a good look at Galactic’s bound cock which bounced with every step he took and slapped his belly. Several times Scarlett caught sight of both mares and stallions staring at it, some giggling behind their hooves while others didn’t bother with the courtesy, choosing instead to openly point at him. It was really very kind of them to help with this sort of degradation!
Things continued like this as they walked across the clock dial to get to the lift. Dragons, hippogriffs, griffons, pegasi, and other thestrals could see the pair of them as they flew around. Scarlett even took note of one mare who backtracked, wheeling around in the air just so she could get another passing glance from a different angle. In that moment, Scarlett could see the hungry look she had while staring at Galactic’s meat. Did she pay the mare any mind? Certainly not! She could fly around them all day and it wouldn’t change the fact that she had Galactic right now. And the extra attention Dear Galactic was getting was starting to affect him. With just a glance she could see the stallion’s cheeks turning red while fighting the urge to lower his head. Simply divine!
Soon enough the pair came down to a floor that seemed barren, only having a row of doors spaced evenly along the walls. As the two got off, Scarlett kept an eye on the doors, seeing that the first several all had the image of a grandfather clock with the words ‘In use’ written within the body. Still the two trotted on, nearly making a full rotation around the floor finding that there were no rooms available.
Then, fortune struck! Just as Scarlett was about to pull out her Pipsub and ask it to find the nearest empty room for them, a door just ahead of them opened. Coming out was a stallion in a Clocktower maid’s outfit, pushing a trolley full of cleaning supplies and used rags. Upon seeing him, Scarlett tugged a little harder on the leash to indicate that they should hurry. At once the pair quickened their pace with Galactic making sure that he never out stepped his mistress.
“Excuse me my Dear,” said Scarlett when the two were close enough. The maid flinched slightly, pausing as he was about to close the door and turning to look at the two. “Would this room be, by chance, available right now?”
“Yes mistress,” said the maid, curtsying before Scarlett briefly. “I just finished cleaning it. There might be a slight odor from the cleaners, I hope that won’t be a problem.” The maid then backed up, pulling the door open all the way before lowering his head respectfully.
“Wonderful, wonderful,” grinned Scarlett before she turned to look at Galactic. “Come along now my Dear.” Galactic nodded as Scarlett led the way into the room. Once they were both inside, the maid gently closed the door behind them.
With the room secured, Scarlett’s first task was to walk over to the door frame where two gems stuck out of the wall. One was a glowing green gem while the other was a dull red. Waving her hoof over the red one, she watched as the glow from the green began to fade whilst the red began to brighten. She knew without seeing it that the sign on the door was now magically changing, informing other doms that this room was taken. Now there would be no interruptions.
Turning around, Scarlett’s eyes began to scan the standard scene room. On the wall to her right a selection of wearables. Straightjackets, bridles, various types of blindfolds, edible underwear, and a couple costumes just to name a few. The blindfolds varied from silk cloth of various colors to thick faux leather ones which were much darker. There was also one that was a full head covering, a black latex looking item whose only openings were slits for the nose. As for the clothing, they were as basic as one could be. Safari hats with matching pants and vests, a white button up shirt with an ugly bow tie (maybe for a seducing nerd scene?), some armor like with the Royal Guard, and a few more random outfits. On the left were some more standard items. Whips, dildos, riding crops, clamps, and so forth all were all stored away in their proper cubby hole with a small placard above each.
Directly across from her, lined up against the wall, was a wide area of furniture that they could use. The tamest was a long red couch made for lovers, something for the dom to seduce her sub upon. The others were far more wild. One was a large wooden horse with padding along its length, more for the few female subs but Scarlett supposed that there were some uses for that with the male subs. There was a set of stocks next to the wooden horse with the main difference from the regular model being that there was a hole where the sub’s dick was placed. There was an odd looking metal frame that resembled a bizarre piece of modern art than anything else. At least to the untrained eye. Scarlett had worked with equinnequins for some time now, so when she looked at it she could see the partial outline of a pony’s figure. Parts looked like they clamped onto the legs, barrel, and even neck of a pony as if to trap them helplessly within it. Just thinking about it, the idea of turning a living pony into a mannequin, made Scarlett a little wet! Definitely something to try later.
Lastly, there was a control box next to the furniture. Scarlett knew what it was for. She knew that, without having to look up, above their heads were a series of ropes and chains that could be lowered down. Unicorns, changelings, and other magical races could use their telekinetic powers to move them on a whim. All other races had to use these control boxes.
“Alright my Dear,” said Scarlett as she walked forward slowly, a sensual tone in her voice that caused Galactic to let out a soft moan just from the sound of it. Just hearing that almost caused Scarlett to giggle at how adorable this sub really was. Yet she remained silent save for the sounds of her hooves against the floor, not wanting to ruin the moment as she came closer to him. Very soon she was besides Galactic, running one of her wings against his coat to draw out another light moan from the stallion. “Now be a good colt and stand in the middle of the room while I get things ready. Can you do that for me?”
Galactic gave a short bow before complying, walking straight to the middle of the room before waiting in attention. At the same time, Scarlett hurried over to the right side of the room while doing her best not to appear in a hurry. There she grabbed a few things, once or twice pausing to consider or reconsider her choices before returning to Galactic with her haul on her back.
“Be still, don’t fight,” she said, dropping the items onto the ground. Galactic said nothing, simply remaining still like a good little sub as Scarlett licked her lips. Sure, she loved it when they fought back but sometimes it was good to see such unwinking obedience! Silently she got to work, taking the first item: a straightjacket. One specially designed with creatures like pegasi in mind. Carefully she placed the white jacket on top of Galactic, specifically placing his wings within the padded sleeves that forced them to be tucked into his back. This was only slightly troublesome as there were times when the wings would stretch out in an involuntary reaction. But beyond that, Galactic didn’t fight it at all as he stood there staring out in front of him, doing his best not to peek. Once both wings were secure, Scarlett’s attention was set on his forelegs. One at a time, she took his legs and guided them into the jacket sleeve so that they would be tucked behind his back in a way that went over the padded wing sleeves. Upon placing the second leg in, Galactic fell to the ground forcing Scarlett to roll him around to get him into position. Sigh. Unicorns had it so easy, didn’t they?
But, Scarlett knew she had one benefit that unicorns didn’t. As she rolled Galactic onto his back to begin strapping down his front legs to secure the jacket, she got to savor the up close and personal feel of her sub. She could feel him shudder as he tried his best not to fight, resisting the urge to free himself from his confinement. Scarlett got to see the look of slight panic in her sub’s eyes while also feeling his breathing increase through his gag. So very soon he was powerless within her very own hooves, the slight sweat upon her brow feeling like an acceptable trade off for this feeling of power!
On the back of the jacket was a large metal ring between his shoulders, up close to Galactic’s neck. Smiling to herself, she trotted away from her helpless sub without saying a word. Once she was in front of the control box Scarlett pressed a button, one of the chains on the ceiling coming down rapidly before coming to a screeching halt inches above Galactic! At the end of the chain was a menacing hook that swayed this way and that as Galactic laid there looking startled. Not that Scarlett paid him any mind as she trotted back to him before hooking him into place.
She didn’t walk back to the control box just yet, instead focusing on putting the finishing touches on her sub first. Holding his head up Scarlett took out the gag, only to replace it with a bridle. One that also had a thick band of faux leather on it which slid over the eyes in order to deprive him of sight while the metal bit of the bridle was placed over his tongue. Once everything was secure she released him, allowing his body to fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
“There, there my Dear,” said Scarlett lightly as Galactic began to move slightly while she trotted over to the control box again. Without a word, she pressed the button that would retract the chain back towards the ceiling. Only this time it moved slower than before, inching upwards with a loud clank that caused the fur on the back of her neck to stand on end due to the sinister nature of the sound. Despite this, she licked her fangs as Galactic began to rise. At first, it looked like he was thrusting his back into the air followed by getting onto his back knees. But that soon changed, soon he was standing on his back legs before he was lifted into the air with those darling hooves kicking the air helplessly. It wasn’t until his cock was at eye level did she release the button, suspending him in the air and completely at her mercy.
Rather than trot over to him, Scarlett opened her wings to take to the air. Slowly she circled him, watching as he was forced to use only his sense of hearing to figure out where she was. At first he was turning his head in every direction trying to pinpoint where his mistress was. Then, bit by bit, his ears began to twitch as they picked up the slight fluttering of her wings and his head began to point in the general direction of her. Oh, very nice!
“Alright my Dear,” said Scarlett, coming up close to his ear. “I will be giving you pleasure, but you are not allowed to cum until I say so. Please me, and I shall reward you. But you do understand that if you displease me, I’ll have to punish you. Understand?” Galactic gave a sharp nod. “Very good. Now, test your safety bell.” Scarlett waited a moment, only lowering herself back down to the ground when the ringing of a bell filled the room.
With a grin, Scarlett turned so that she was now looking directly at his cock. The meat stick stood there, not even an inch from her face. Unable to help herself, Scarlett moved to the side before bringing her nose so close that she was almost touching it before inhaling his scent while moving her nose along its length. A whine could be heard above her but Scarlett paid it no mind as she took in the salty aroma that almost made her drool. Oh, how she hoped Galactic would be a good colt tonight. She’d love to give this stick a nice treat!
Her wings now went to work teasing him. One leathery appendage reached out below to caress his sack, feeling the weight of his balls as it moved about along its surface. Like this she could feel every hair, every bit of wrinkled skin as well as every part that gave him pleasure. As for her other wing, it moved down his length. With the greatest of care, it folded around his skin before beginning to stroke him gently. She did not rush it like some common whore off the streets would have done, desiring to get this done as fast as possible to collect her bits. Nor was she like some shy school filly, giving uneven strokes to her lover in the dead of night hoping that their parents wouldn’t walk in on them. Instead she moved her wings in an elegant fashion, one whose control would milk out their time together.
Moans began to escape Galactic’s lips more and more as Scarlett continued her work. Her slow motions prolonged his inevitable release while her hot breath against his exposed flesh teased the poor colt. She did not add her lips nor did she grant him the pleasure of her tongue, just the stroking whose sensitivity was made all the greater due to his lack of sight. His sense of touch had been heightened in order to compensate for that loss.
After about twenty minutes of this, Scarlett began to see signs of his appending orgasm. Her ears twitched as she heard him biting down hard onto the bit. She could see his legs tensing up while his cock began to twitch. Perhaps his cute flank was tensing up as well but she couldn’t see that from where she was. Scarlett could feel and smell his precum which was now running down his length and onto her wing, almost coating it. Such a good little sub, holding back his release just like he had been ordered to do.
With a grin, Scarlett released him complete with both her wings erect at her sides. As his cock twitched, bouncing up and down a little while his denied release began to subside, Scarlett cleaned off her wing with one of the supplied towels. She moved slowly, listening to Galactic’s labored breathing which after a minute or two returned to normal.
Not wanting to wait too long, Scarlett returned to Galactic and set to work. Once again she extended a wing, only this time she didn’t wrap it around his dick. Instead, she brought its tip to the flat head where she began to lightly trace circles around its outer edge. This got an immediate reaction from him, Galactic’s legs pressing together as what little flaccidity he had vanished. In fact, she could have sworn that he had gotten harder. Slowly her wing moved around and around, creating a steady stream of friction to his pleasure rod’s head. It built up more and more, flowing deep into his core causing his legs to thrash about. Not that Scarlett minded for she found this to be very enjoyable, the struggle to obey.
His legs began to tense up again, becoming very still and rigid. Precum was pouring out much more than the last time while Galactic’s began to thrash about. But Scarlett pushed on for a bit longer, blowing gently onto the flat head. This caused his back to arch as he fought the build of pleasure with all his might. She could hear him breathing heavily from his nostrils while a whimper escaped his throat. More and more, Scarlett continued to twirl about, only now going slower which was no doubt agony for the stallion.
Finally, when she decided he had been pushed to his limits, Scarlett brought her wing back to his length. Bit by bit his body began to relax as his need to orgasm began to fade as she stroked the underbelly of his cock. Her motions were slow and steady like before, but so light that she was sure he could barely feel her at all. As she worked, she wondered if this was enough. As much as she didn’t want this to end, the need to orgasm would start hurting the poor dear and she didn’t want that. At least, she didn’t want to hurt him too badly. And he was doing a really good job. Certainly better than some of the Society stallions she had been with in recent times!
“You’re doing so good my Dear,” cooed Scarlett as her wing wrapped around his length. Galactic made a noise that sounded grateful for the praise, causing Scarlett to smirk slightly. “Now let’s see if you can handle this~” Before anything else could happen, Scarlett brought her wing back only to have her mouth take its place.
Flavor assaulted her tongue, nearly bringing the dom to moan in delight. Her eyelids fluttered as the precum melted over her taste buds, bringing with it its own unique taste. Her cunny winked madly at that as well as how the salty taste of his meat mixed together perfectly, bringing with it a flavor that was simply divine. Far more rewarding than the finest wine, more sinful than the darkest of chocolate. Those she had sucked on before paled in comparison to this! And it made her want to drink its source, the main flow of foal batter!
But she forced herself to remain in control, to not allow her desires to take the reins. Instead she began to lightly bob her head, allowing his length to gently fill her mouth. Her ears picked up his gasps and moans which were growing louder. The clinking of the chain as he thrust his hips ever so slightly, trying to place more of his meat inside his mistress’s mouth. But Scarlett would not allow that, for a proper mare only put in as much as she wanted and not a bit more. She did, however, add her tongue to the mix, rolling it around the edge of head and down his length.
As the stallion above began to pant loudly, Scarlett thought about how right that kindlesprite had been! This had been so simple, so basic, and yet it felt light years beyond anything she had done in the past several weeks. This reaction had been her creation, not a prop from the Society. And with a stallion that tasted so good, good enough to make her purr with delight. A stallion for whom no words were necessary, for his eyes had spoken of his devotion to her.
Galactic’s half cries began to ring out as he fought to keep from firing his load. Not that Scarlett made that easy for him. She quickened her pace, sucking on his cock with all her might. Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she began to add sounds, sloppy sounds that rang through the air so that his imagination could run rampant. Would it get the best of him? So far, no. The poor dear was twisting his lower body into knots, throwing back his head in order to follow the order he had been given. No doubt it was harder since twice he had been denied release with this one being the most powerful yet.
And being the wicked mare that she was, Scarlett pulled out. Now the desperate cries of the stallion flowed into her ears as she went over to pepper his balls with kisses. With each peck, his cock twitched madly showing what it wanted to do. Yet the stallion it belonged to maintained a hold on his load, no matter how much he wanted to cum.
“Very, very good my dear,” cooed Scarlett, sticking out her tongue to trace the top of his cock. “You have pleased me this night. I believe you deserve a reward for your obedience. So cum, cum as much as you like!”
Galactic let out a muffled ‘thank you mistress’ as Scarlett latched her mouth onto his cock once again. Once her lips wrapped their warmth around his member the dam broke, a flood of white hot goo shooting into her mouth. Scarlett thought she was ready for it, thought she could handle it. But the first rope proved to be almost too much for her. It filled her mouth with its pungent, powerful, yet delightful taste so much so that she was forced to swallow half of it in order to make room for the rest! She didn’t get to savor the flavor as another rope hit the back of her throat. This too she swallowed before another and then another rope followed. By the Fires of Devotion, just how backed up was this poor stallion? It never seemed to end! Yet his taste was so fabulous that she could not, would not release her hold. She could feel his cum sloshing around in her belly, almost completely filling it when it finally ended. And when that last drop of cum hit her mouth, his cock going limp, did she open her mouth to reveal thick strands of cum connecting her lower lip to her upper one.
“That was simply delightful, my Dear,” cooed Scarlett sometime later with half lidded eyes. The two of them were in the Aftercare, laying on a bed of light red pillows that felt softer than clouds. There they laid, face to face with Scarlett’s wings wrapped around him while her hooves massaged his own legs. It delighted her to feel just how strong, just how muscular they were allowing her to dream up such wonderful ideas for the future. She had, of course, felt them briefly when she was putting him in the straightjacket. But now she could better savor the feel of his, knowing just how powerful those legs were. Perhaps maybe they could travel to the main branch of the Society and have a chase within The City. Oh yes, that would be so nice.
“T-Thank you, Mistress,” stammered Galactic with a blush, looking at her with adoring eyes. Scarlett had taken off her dress, allowing her naked body to warm and comfort the stallion. And while most mares never wore anything unless it was a special occasion, Scarlett was the opposite. It was during special occasions that one got the privilege of seeing her naked. So, right now, Galactic should consider himself a very lucky fella.
“So tell me, are you going to keep referring to me as ‘Mistress’ when you see me in the streets?” she asked with a slight laugh in her voice. Still massaging his leg, Scarlett moved her muzzle closer to his so that their lips were almost touching.
“I…ah, no,” stammered the poor dear. “I mean, maybe in private.” His eyes then became downcast for a moment. “Unless you wished otherwise. But that might draw attention.”
“True, so very true,” sighed Scarlett, her eyes still half lidded and seductive, “maybe m’am then?” she asked rhetorically. One hoof then reached downward, cupping his drained balls briefly. “You had so much inside. Tell me, when was the last time a mare gave you permission to cum? Don’t worry, you don’t need to name names, I’m just curious.”
“That,” began Galactic as he took a deep breath. “I, ah, think the last time was with you. Before tonight.” That caused Scarlett’s eyes to widen, nearly sitting up in the process. The last time they had been together had been perhaps weeks or months!
“So long?” she asked in an almost scandalized tone.
Galactic rubbed his mane with his wing, looking very sheepish. “Not a lot of mares like the beard,” he said. “I’ve had a couple who just stop the session because they don’t like the way it feels. You’re…You’re one of the very few doms who doesn’t mind it. Maybe I should think about shaving it.”
“Only if you want to, but I certainly won’t force you,” said Scarlett, bringing her hoof up and away from his balls to tickle his beard. “I honestly think it makes you look more fetching.”
He smiled at that. “Thanks, I just wish more felt like that,” he admitted.
“Or perhaps it’s only the ones that matter,” said Scarlett before letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, I can’t let a poor dear like yourself go through something like that again. To go that long without somemare looking out for you. No, no, no! What you need is a full time mistress my Dear. One who…knows you.” Scarlett paused to kiss Galactic on the neck, causing him to shiver. “One who knows your needs. One who you trust.” Her tongue now moved on his fur and she felt something stir beneath her. “Would you like that my Dear? To wear a collar with my padlock? For me to be your one true mistress?”
Galactic’s breath was shaky, but his eyes looked like they were filled with more love than the Crystal Heart! “Yes,” he breathed. “Yes, my Mistress.”