I can't take femdom seriously at all.

>Undoing the last shackle, Twilight is finally freed from her bondage.

>You quickly settle in for bed, the tired and toy stuffed mare quickly following.

>As she cuddles into your side and you prepare for sleep, she decides to ask you something you never expected.

>"Mmmm. Master? I've been thinking. You know, if it's alright with you, maybe we could switch?"

"Switch?"

>"Yeah, let me be the boss. Just for one night?"

"No."

>"But Master, I just want to t-"

"I said no, end of discussion."

>"*Sigh* Yes Master."

~

>This wasn't the end of it however. Over the next few days, she asks again, and again.

>When you're eating, she asks. When you're working, she asks. When you tie her up, she asks. When you punish her for asking, she asks.

>By the fourth day, you're getting tired of it. The last straw is when she bugs you with it again when you're trying to just relax and read.

>Slamming the book shut, you slowly turn to give her the stink eye.

>She shrinks back from your gaze before you let out a sigh.

"If I do this for you, will you shut the hell up about it?"

>She frantically nods.

"Alright. But this is a one time thing, and we do it MY way. Understood?"

>"Yes sir!" She says happily as she trots away.

>You can only shake your head at how bad she's already showing herself to be.

~

>A couple of hours later, you're tied to the bed as Twilight hovers over you.

>She lands gently on your chest as she looks around, seemingly unsure of what to do.

 

>"Alright, take your clothes off!"

"How? You tied me up with them on."

>"Oh...Hmm."

>She does sort of little spin, flashing her backside.

>"Tell me, does my nudity bother you human?"

"You're always naked Twilight."

HEY! You will call me Mistress."

"No Twilight, I won't."

>"No? Then you will suffer."

>She hops from the bed and leaves, soon returning with a paddle in her magic.

>"I guess I'll simply have to beat you into submission."

>Flying up, she lands by your knees, and begins to tap the paddle against your groin.

>You're honestly a tad worried, but shield it behind your best disappointed voice.

"Seriously Twilight? You want to beat my dick for not calling you mistress?"

>The tone gives her pause.

>"Well, yeah, you always punish me for anything I do wrong."

"And you chose something THIS extreme? Really?"

>"So? You whip my marehood all the time. I've got welts right now!"

"Dicks and cunts are different stupid. You could do real damage to me."

>Her head and the paddle drop as one.

>"I'm sorry master. The book said-"

"What book?"

>"The, umm, ultimate guide book to bondage?"

"Ugh. Look, you're going too far too fast. Untie me."

>"But I-"

"Untie me."

>She quickly spouts a "Yes Master!" before undoing the knots.

>With a stern order, you march her to the kitchen, grabbing the paddle on your way out.

>Without a word of warning, you bring down the paddle on her rear, causing her to jump forward a couple of feet.

 

"On the counter, on your back."

>Knowing what's next, she gives a gulp before flying up and taking position.

"Keep your legs wide, and keep count."

>The paddle lands with a sickening crack on the soft mount of her feminine lips.

>Twilight yelps in pain before dutifully saying "One."

>Raising the paddle once more, you bring it down once more.

~

>You take the time to explain things to her between hits. BDSM from a master's perspective. That there's a lot more to being a master than just bossing your sub around.

"So you see, being a master isn't something that you can just DO. Experience truly is be best teacher here, and being aware of your partner is essential. "

*CRACK*

>"OWW! 99. I understand Master, I-"

"A book can only do so much here. It isn't a shortcut to doing the hard stuff. I can only do these things to you because I've slowly pushed your limits for a long time."

"Open your legs."

>The mare slowly pulls apart her haunches, allowing you access.

>Once more, the paddle hisses through the air before landing on her battered sex.

>She's past screaming at this point, as nothing but a dull wimper escapes her lips.

>"1...100."

>Setting down the paddle, she gives a relieved sigh.

>"Finally. Master, may I be excused?"

"No you may not. You pestered me for days about a fetish I hate, then almost did something that could have seriously injured me. We're not done yet, on your hooves."

 

>Setting about your work, you grab a couple of things from the cabinets, pocketing them before returning.

"Alright Twilight, ass up, face down."

>"Yes Master." She says while she complies and moves here tail, presenting her tortured flesh to you.

"Today, we're going to be really putting you through the ringer." You claim while roughly patting her marehood, drawing pained grunts from the pony.

"And while you're suffering, I want you to remember that at least it's not permanent, and that I trained you up a long time to be able to handle it."

>"I understand Master. I'm thankful for the lesson."

"Good girl. Now, hold still."

>Placing your hand on the deep black flesh of her sex, you roughly handle it. Spreading, pressing, teasing, twisting.

>All the while, the purple mare stays quiet save for the occasional pained grunt.

>Satisfied, you pull a bottle of hot sauce from your pocket and proceed to pour it generously on your fingers.

>Slipping into her burning hot snatch, you begin roughling finger fucking the unfortunate mare while occasionally pouring more sauce onto your fingers.

>Moments in, the sensation hits her and she jerks away.

>She lets out somewhat agonized cries as she twists her hind legs, looking for relief.

"Twilight, come back here. Resume the position."

>She complies without a word, teeth clenching, hissing breathes preventing speech.

>Sweat pours from the pony as you prepare to finish. Pushing once more into her burning depths, you spread her bruised, swollen lips for.

 

>Tipping the bottle, a small amount of sauce is poured directly into her, causing Twilight to quirm in protest.

>Moving down, you expose her defenceless and puffy button.

>A generous amount of liquid heat reaches the tortured clit, eliciting a scream from the small horse.

"Alright Twilight, one last thing and we're done."

>Producing your final item, a small, pre-prepared buttplug carved from ginger root.

>After ensuring it's smoothness, you carefully "lube" it in more sauce before lining it with her waiting sphincter.

>She sobs lightly as it slides in, but she quickly recovers as you lift her to set her on the ground.

"There Twi, we're done."

>"Th..thank you Master. I'll never...try taking the reins again."

"Good girl. How was it?"

>"Horrible! Torture! Pure sadism!....I loved it!"

"I knew you would. Come Princess, it's time for walkies, and your public awaits." You say while wiping the tears from her eyes.

>She perks up, before grasping what you said.

>With a big smile, and on unsteady hooves, the small pony follows you out.