Three weeks had flown by since you were caught by Rarity. She had walked in on a self-bondage session, and you have been forced to admit your feelings to her. That was, of course, after she tormented you for hours. She even brought a stallion, the name of whom you still don’t know, to take advantage of you while blindfolded and tied down.

Yes, Rarity was everything you’d ever wanted for a lover. She embraced your fetishes and went as far as you wanted to go with them, and even respected your safe word on the one occasion you had gotten uncomfortable. She was an extraordinary mare.

“Come on. I think nap time is over,” Rarity says.

You moan and fold your wings over your stomach, then pull the comforter in tighter. “No, I just want to lay here with you.”

She pulls her hooves out from around you. “Darling, we have that special dinner planned, remember?”

A spark of warmth in your groin reminds you of her plan, and it will be very special.

“Okay, but when we get back tonight I’m gonna repay you for all your kindness. . . if that’s okay with you.”

“Trust me, darling, you can have me for dessert anytime you’re not tied down to my bed.”

“Mmm, vanilla and marshmallows,” you mumble. It’s likely Rarity is the only pony in Ponyville who keeps her snatch as spotless as her house and as well-groomed as her mane. You’re in heaven when you get to run your tongue against it.

Once she levitates the covers off, you feel a whip levitate across your belly. With a soft ‘eep’ you hop out of bed, not wanting her to go into dominatrix mode just yet. One time when you refused to wake up, she took matters into her own hooves with a vibrator and a scarf.

“Now, I have several dresses that should fit you for our little engagement. How about this one?” Rarity asked.

She had pulled out a cute green dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. It was made for a pegasus and allowed the wings through. The fabric clung to the shoulders and flank. Below the hole for the tail, it hugged the plot, and then drapped loosely behind the legs.

“It’s wonderful,” you say.

Rarity smiles, then levitates the next part of the evening wear out. It’s a large sturdy rubber device. It looks like a chastity belt, but instead is used to hold a small vibrating plug, dildo, and nub for the clitoris on it. Rarity will be able to control the vibrations of any of those three vibrators by using her magic to manipulate the remote control inside them.

“Now, you’re sure you want to go out in public with me in control?”

“Absolutely!” you squeak without hesitation. “I mean, it sounds so—hot—to imagine being in the middle of dinner. I’ll be bound without ropes, forced to obey, or suffer and there’s nothing I can do about it! I think it’s the perfect idea for our date.”

Rarity smiles and levitates the underwear down to the floor. You step your hind legs into it, and she pulls it up with her magic. She levitates some lube onto it before pulling it against your plot. She gently slides the toys into position until your pussy is almost as full as when using a large vibrator. Your ass feels very full from the plug, and you wonder if you had needed to use the restroom, or if that wonderful feeling was just your ass getting used to it’s new visitor.

A buckle on the underwear tightens it up against your waist to ensure it doesn’t slide around or go anywhere, and your tail is slid through a groove in it to further ensure it can’t go anywhere.

You feel low vibrating sensations on your clit, then inside your vagina, then in your ass. They ramp up in intensity before halting and leaving you feeling empty.

“That was wonderful,” you purr.

“Yes. Now, forelegs up.”

Her voice has lost some of the warmth as she assumes the role of your master. She is an incredible actor, able to make you whimper and submit; yet at the same time make even Applejack believe you two are just displaying a little public affection.

Rarity slides the dress onto you, tugging at it to get the tight fit just right.

At last, you walk over to the mirror and admire yourself. As a summer dress, there aren’t any accessories to worry about. You’re now a yellow and pink pegasus with a form-fitting green silk dress.

Rarity can tell you are enjoying yourself as she slowly turns the vibrators up. Just when you realize you’re getting close to an orgasm when dinner hasn’t even started, she turns them off. You let out a frustrated whimper, but know this is just the first of many times she will tease you tonight.

You patiently wait downstairs until Rarity comes down. She is wearing a teal dress that compliments her mane, and matches well with your green dress. You follow her out of the boutique and make your way towards a romantic restaurant in town. It is called Dazzling Diamond, and is run by Diamond Tiara’s mother. During the entire walk over there, Rarity slowly raises the speed of the vibrators on you. They’re set to a meidum speed, perfect to keep you on edge.

As you arrive at the restaurant, you’re uncomfortable and fidget a little. The vibrators are tormenting you just enough to keep you feeling like an orgasm is close, but you know it’s not.

“Seating for two, please,” Rarity tells the waiter.

The stallion leads you over to a booth by a window. It looks out over Main Street. You look around and notice several familiar ponies: Lyra, Bon Bon, Vinyl, and Octavia are sharing a table and chatting about music. Cheerilee, Berry, and Rose Luck are having mixed drinks and sharing a large salad. Big Mac and Rainbow Dash are in a dark corner of the restaurant, with the pegasus looking around nervously.

You’re glad she’s finally started dating. Given her personality, you begin to wonder if she would be a bottom or a top. Perhaps she would be aroused to find herself tied down to a bed as a stallion loomed over her, teasing her.

Rarity notices you staring and turns the vibrators up for a moment to get your attention. You gasp and squeeze your thighs together, and turn to face her.

“Now, darling, it’s not polite to stare.” She smiles and passes you the menu.

“Oh, thanks.” You take the menu and look at it. The special of the day is tofu bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches. You scan the list for something more appetizing, but it’s the usual mix of food every restaurant has: fresh vegetables and fruit. Then again, there’s not much else to eat aside from bread or dairy.

After some searching you put together a few selections of cuisine that aren’t normally served at the other restaurants in Ponyville.

The waiter walks over to the table. “Welcome, ladies! Can I get you started?”

“Yes, you may,” Rarity says. She smirks at him, while turning my vibrator up. “I’ll have the BLT sandwich with a side of celery and carrots.”

You choke back a moan and place your order. “I’ll have the mozzerell—oooh!” You blush and turn your head to hide behind your mane. Rarity waited for you to speak to adjust the toys in your groin.

“What was that, ma’am?”

Without turning to face him, you repeat. “The Mozzarella Di Bufala an—aaah!” You bite your lip as the vibrator hits full speed, and you clench your thighs together. After a few seconds, she has mercy and turns them back to low. “—um. . . a Caprese salad.”

The waiter looks back and forth between the odd couple. “A Caprese salad comes with mozzarella. Did you want extra?”

“No!” you squeak and hope he leaves soon. You can feel some moisture leaking out onto the booth.

“To drink?” he asks.

You gulp in dread at having to answer again, when Rarity spares you. “Two glasses of sparkling cider.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as the waiter leaves, and Rarity shoots you a wicked grin.

“That was a close one, Flutters. You’re not getting soft on me?” Rarity asks.

“No,” you reply. “It was so—exhilarating. He was standing right there and I nearly. . .” You glance around to see if any other ponies can hear you. Since you last looked around, several other couples, and even the Cake family, have come in and sat down. The Cakes in particular are only a table away from you. “Oh dear,” you moan.

“Something the matter?” Rarity asks.

“There are fillies here tonight!” Fluttershy whispers.

Rarity grins. “You did say you wanted to come out in public with it. Perhaps you should focus on controlling those naughty urges.”

You bite your lip and rub your thighs together as she sets the vibrators to alternate. Two turn off, and the remaining one switches on in order from your ass to your clit, teasing each one at a time.

The food comes back soon, and as the waiter walks over, you realize you’ve been rubbing your plot against the booth for friction. You straighten up and hold still, smiling. No sooner does Rarity see this, she sets all the vibrators to pulse from low to high back to low every few seconds.

“One tofu BLT for you,” he states and sets down the plate.

You close your eyes and hold your breath.

“And one Caprese salad for you.”

Your frantic breathing begins to slow as Rarity eases up on you. Opening your eyes reveals the fresh mozzerella and tomato slices, served with some leafy greens and a small bowl of mixed salad.

Rarity begins to nibble at the corner of her sandwich. She stops to wipe her mouth to get rid of any excess crumbs after each dainty bite.

You use your fork to begin eating your salad as you fidget uncomfortably. The warmth in your loin seems to be spreading and growing without any additional help. You are familiar with this feeling. After being tormented and denied release long enough, your body becomes hyper-aware, and prepares to orgasm with the slightest provocation.

Rarity catches you glancing down between your legs and giggles. She knows she has you now.

You continue eating, hoping to quickly get this evening over. The fresh tomatoes and mozzarella have been drizzled with olive oil and herbs. It tastes amazing so you moan softly. You wonder how much of that was from the taste of the food and how much was from the buzzing in your loins.

Rarity can’t help but smile while finishing her sandwich. She nods towards the table the Cake family was sitting at, and the waiter that is heading back over to check on us.

The vibrators kick back to high and you whimper, knowing this is it. You tense up your legs as you try to resist the impending orgasm.

“Is everything okay?” the waiter asks.

You squirm under the table and try not to let the waiter see you scrunching up your face. You take rapid shallow breaths as you pass the point of no return. Now you just have to bite your lip and stay quiet until it was over.

“It was wonderful, thank you. What do you think, Fluttershy? Is everything okay?” Rarity asks.

A burning passion spreads through your stomach and chest, and you arch your back against the booth. A soft moan escapes through your nose as you close your eyes and hold your breath, trembling.

“Ma’am, was the food okay?” the waiter repeats.

“Yes!” you scream in an uncharacteristically loud voice. The explosion in your stomach rocks your body as you come, and you begin panting. You stifle the moans as best you can and hold your body rigid before forcing a smile and opening your eyes.

“She’s easily excited. I’ll take the check now,” Rarity says.

“Right away,” the waiter replies. He hurries off to get the check.

The vibrators slow down to a gentle hum and you survey the damage. You looked around the restaurant to find most of the ponies are whispering and pointing in your direction. The Cake twins are laughing. Mr. Cake is smiling with a knowing grin and Mrs. Cake is looking intently at her salad.

You shrink back into the booth, but hardly notice the shame. A giddy grin crosses your face, and you can still feel the glow of that wonderful orgasm in the middle of the restaurant.

“You seemed to enjoy that, darling,” Rarity states.

“Oh yes,” you whisper. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” Rarity says. She leans forward and whispers. “Aside from the Cakes who are undoubtedly traumatized for life, I doubt anypony else noticed the cause of your little. . . outburst.”

“Oh dear.” You blush and slide further into the booth, away from the Cakes.

“Here is the check, ladies.” The waiter gives Rarity the bill, and she quickly puts the bits on the table to cover dinner.

You follow her outside, nervously hoping nopony is staring as you hide behind your mane.

Once you get outside, Rarity turns to look at you. “Now, once we get home I’ll let you try a couple of the toys on me. The catch is, you’ll have to leave those panties on low for the rest of the night while we cuddle.”

It only takes you a second to make up your mind. It’ll be worth the constant arousal and a lost night of sleep to turn the tables on Rarity, even if only for a couple hours.

“Deal.”

Author's Notes:

Edited by: Selbi, Abcron
Written during my one-shot week.

Finally realized I wanted 2nd person present, but was so used to writing 1st/3rd past tense, that I butchered chapter 1&2. Still, this is an exercise in writing 2nd person, and wish fulfillment, so I regret nothing, and shall continue at a future date.