Moonstone – Chapter 7 “Boundaries”

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Fleur tried to speak, but her tongue chose this of all moments to stop listening to her mental commands. Re-gaining the will to speak, she managed a soft smile, and another stutter. “I-I-I’m not s-sure wh-where to begin.”

“It’s rather simple, actually…” Luna smiled back, sipping at her whiskey for a moment. “You tell me a specific kink you want to explore, and I tell you the proper way to go about it. If we have any questions of one another, we simply ask them. It’s as easy as that. Communication is key in these relationships, Fleur, and I’m going to need you to be completely open and fair, so I can fully understand what you want to accomplish going forward.”

“I see…” Fleur gave a soft ‘hmm’ of thought as she sipped at her wine again. The way Luna was making it sound, all Fleur had to do was tell the princess what she wanted, and she’d make it happen. All of her devious little kinks were about to come to bear - All she had to do was open her mouth and say them.

“S-submission?”

“Easy,” Luna chuckled. “In fact, submission is integrated into almost every session. Making the sub feel as if they’re no longer in control of the situation makes it that much more enjoyable. We'll take one whole session to introduce the principles of proper submission, and after that, we'll integrate it into future sessions.”

“Perfect.” Fleur was already flushed. She rather enjoyed calling Luna ‘mistress’ and ‘master,’ but she never really understood the how or why… She knew ‘Submission’ as a whole denoted a certain acquiescence to whatever the Dom wanted. Up to now, Fleur assumed that submitting to another pony meant they could do whatever they wanted to her. But with Luna, it seemed submission was going to come before whatever it was she wanted. Fleur smiled at the delightful implications.

“What about… Ropes?”

“Depends,” Luna gestured vaguely with her hoof. “Do you want to be harnessed, suspended, restrained…” Luna's eyes narrowed into a teasing glare. "Or were you considering more than one at a time?”

“Eer… Well, I suppose all of those…” Fleur’s imagination quickly set to work on painting each possibility in her mind. She envisioned herself tied down, with no way to move or interfere. Her minds eye showed her suspended in the air, her entire body wrapped in an intricate harness of ropes and leather. She was unable to move. Unable to run.

“That’s where things get a little trickier.” Luna sighed, tapping her lower lip as if in thought. “I think we'll introduce you to this in stages, though remember that even these stages come with their own set of kinks. For instance, being restrained with ropes isn’t always the best way to go. You can be restrained with chains, hoof-cuffs, or even magic. Which reminds me, we need to talk about magic soon. Don’t let me forget.”

“I won’t.” Fleur nodded, leaning in to encourage Luna to continue on her talk of ropes.

“As I was saying,” Luna cleared her throat. “You can be restrained any number of ways. Rope is useful if there isn’t a bedpost or anything else nearby to cuff you with, but it comes with other physical limitations. They usually restrict circulation, and can hurt if left too tight for too long. Some rope sessions might even require hospitalization.” The mere mention of the hospital sent a shudder down Fleur's spine. She certainly didn’t want to go to a hospital, and most definitely not the one here in Canterlot. There were too many charity board members who worked at the hospital; word of any injury would spread like wildfire, giving her no chance to protect herself, or the Princess.

“Now, as for harnessing and suspending, those are risky in and of themselves. Restraint is actually the mildest form of rope bondage, though it can be quite tricky at times. However, this is something that we must work our way into. Were I to harness or suspend you now, you would almost certainly be wounded.”

“But… Restraint isn’t out of the question?”

“Not at all.” Luna shook her head. “I could restrain you tomorrow, or even later tonight, if you so desired.” Fleur lightly shuddered again, her pulse quickening at the thought of being tied up, and unable to intervene with her own hooves. She fidgeted in her seat as a not-unwelcome warmth began to spread through her body.

“You said something about magic…?” Fleur asked, hoping to distract herself a bit.

“Aah, right. You see, in certain scenarios, you might be inclined to defend yourself against a baser desire with magic. While I’m most certainly more powerful than you, such actions could be problematic for our equipment, or even for yourself. Ergo,” Luna stood from her chair and padded towards the dresser next to her bed. She withdrew a small ring – not unlike Fleur’s wedding ring – and returned to her with it.

“What is this?” Fleur asked, holding out a hoof as Luna levitated the device closer.

“Well, for lack of a better word, it's a lock that is meant to be worn around your horn. Why don’t you try it on now? Don’t worry, I’ll help you take it off.” Luna’s smile was both warm and devious. Fleur wasn't sure where this was going, but since they hadn’t agreed on a session, she knew she wasn’t going to be assaulted or anything of the sort just then. Cautiously, she lifted the ring up to her horn and slid it down to the base…

Or she would have, if her magic didn’t fizzle the moment the ring passed the tip. The ring fell on its own, coming to rest with a light thud at the base of her horn. Fleur's eyes went wide with shock, and she let out a slightly panicked yelp as her hooves flew immediately to her forehead. Fleur's magic had never been cut off like this before, and while painless, the foreign sensation set off dozens of alarm bells in her head.

“Relax,” Luna cautioned, her own horn glowing as she pulled Fleur’s hooves down. “It’s okay... Just breathe.”

“R-right.” Fleur muttered, calming herself with a few breaths. She had felt a shock – almost like electricity – through her system as soon as the ring cut her magic off. But now that it was in place, she didn’t feel all that much different. “C-can I try to levitate something?”

“You can try, yes. Don’t worry though, you won’t hurt yourself.” Luna nodded, her horn ceasing its glow. Fleur frowned at the table as she focused on her own magic, trying in vain to lift her wine glass. She grit her teeth and focused more, but still, the glass didn’t even move. Her magic wasn't just cut off, it was like there was no horn on her head at all. Fleur's frown deepened into a scowl at the thought.

“It’s different, no?” Luna chuckled as she lifted the ring off of Fleur’s horn. Once the ring was clear, Fleur immediately turned back to the wine glass that had previously defied her attempts to move it. She had not felt anything specific when the ring was lifted from her horn, but her magic had returned instantly, as she lifted the glass to her with ease - as if the ring had never been there at all.

“That....That was really strange, and I must admit, a bit disconcerting for a second… But I can see where we’d have to use it.” Fleur rubbed the base of her horn with a hoof, still frowning a little. She wasn’t sure how she felt about not having magic. Then again, the only time she’d have to use it was around Luna, and there was nothing to worry about with the Princess. A slight smile replaced her frown.

“This is only in extreme measures, to be used if we indulge in some ‘heavier’ sessions… But, that won’t happen for some time. There are some things, like whipping and piercing, that I won’t indulge in with you until I’m certain you’re prepared for them.”

“Eew.” Fleur scrunched her nose. “Piercing?” Luna shrugged nonchalantly.

“I’ve done it before. While I must say it’s never been terribly arousing for me, some ponies rather like being filled with holes. Small ones, but holes nevertheless.”

“That’s bizzare.” Fleur shook her head. “I don’t think I’d ever get into that.”

“You’d surprise yourself.” Luna chuckled, sipping at her whiskey once more. “Anything else? I know that’s not the only dirty kink hiding in that pretty head of yours.”

“N-no! Not at all!” Fleur felt her heart gallop as she nearly blurted it out. She had so much more she wanted to do… Where to begin? “Eer… Pet play?”

“Depends on the animal,” Luna shrugged. “But it’s completely within the realm of possibility. I can make you a cat, a dog, a fox… Anything.”

“Magically?”

“Oh, no… It’s impossible to change a pony into an animal. Well, maybe not impossible, but it’s certainly difficult - and imperfect. I’m saying we could dress you up as one. Make you wear ears, give you some whiskers… And make you act like a kitty all day. Sound good?”

“Actually, yeah…” Fleur flushed a little. Earlier, Luna had called her ‘my pet,’ and she nearly came at the mere sound of it. That, and she recalled one particular book where the mare had been forced to act like a dog for three whole days. She leaped into her master’s lap on command, licked at his face, even ate her food from a bowl. Fleur wondered what it would be like to act like a cat for Luna for even an hour, much less days at a time. Maybe some time later into their little relationship…

“Anything else?”

“Erm… Spanking?”

“Aah, now we’re getting into something rather serious…” Luna smiled as she quaffed the last of the whiskey and set the glass down. “You’re talking about pain and tolerance. Unicorns are, traditionally, a little more frail than the other two races, but that just means they’re more sensitive. In other words, it’ll take less pain to achieve greater heights of orgasmic delight. Follow?”

“Perfectly.” Fleur shuddered yet again, her flanks positively quivering with anticipation. This had been one facet of the relationship she was both apprehensive and eager to explore. Despite her demure personality, Fleur rather enjoyed an occasional rough roll in the hay. She had even come close to actually enjoying herself with Fancy's fast and rough style, but she was usually short-changed by his less-than-phenomenal stamina. Being whipped, spanked, and pleasured was probably one of the highest items on Fleur’s ‘must have done to me’ list.

“What about whipping?”

“Much the same as spanking, I’m afraid. Though if you respond well to it, I’ll use whipping or spanking as ‘punishment’ for your failure to follow directions.”

“You say that like I’ll fail you.” Fleur gave her a teasing grin, and got one in return.

“Fleur, sometimes I give directives that you’re supposed to fail. Simply so I can punish you.” The way Luna’s low, husky voice came to her had Fleur positively writhing in her chair, but she couldn’t give in just yet. She cleared her throat and nodded to Luna once more.

“What about orgasm denial?”

“Now that,” Luna pointed at her with a serious expression. “Is going to take some time. Truth be told, Fleur, I’ve already tried to do orgasm denial with you, and right now, you’re far too sensitive to the tiny touches and minute shifts in pleasure intake for orgasm denial to work. What I’m saying is, there’s no stimulation small enough to put you on the line without going over it - Not yet, anyways. I have a few ideas in mind, but they’re going to have to come with other kinks, should you want to explore them.”

“Other kinks?” Fleur perked up. She had read a lot of material on the subject of kinks and their exploration, but there were things she likely didn’t know of in her books that were going to take time and experience to discover.

“Well, aphrodisiacs, for one.” Luna waved her hoof. “There are certain drugs that are both legal and openly available for use, should you want to partake. They come with side-effects, naturally, but I’m good enough of a magician to help heal you through any of the detrimental ones.”

“Aphrodisiacs…” Fleur’s cheeks darkened even more as she wondered what it’d be like to be under the effects of one of those drugs. She didn’t know what they did, that much was certain, but she was excited to find out. “Wh… What do they do?”

“It depends,” Luna shrugged. “Some of them deaden your nerves so you can go hours without even a single orgasm, while others heighten your senses, making you cum several times within a minute. The latter are the more dangerous ones, mind you – they tend to lead to exhaustion and dehydration more often than not. Other products can induce temporary blindness, for those times when a blindfold is either not available, or not desired. Some of them will even paralyze you, or make you lose control of your muscles, effectively rending you a helpless lump of flesh.” Luna smiled then, a devious sort of grin that sent a shiver up Fleur’s spine. “Those are my favorite.”

“I see…” Fleur looked down at the table, her mind considering the risks - and the potential rewards - of indulging in these products. Losing her magic for even a few seconds was a bit alarming; She could barely imagine losing her sight, or control of her muscles.

’Then again,’ she thought, ’Luna suggested it, and she wouldn't suggest something that she knew would harm either of us. I can trust Luna...With her amount of experience, surely she knows her limits.’ Mind made up, she glanced up at Luna. “I’d like to… Do that. Sometime.”

“Consider it done.” Luna smiled at her. “We’ll discuss the how and when later. For now, is there anything else?”

“What about exhibitionism?” Fleur admitted this tiny kink with a slight blush. Luna’s expression went through several changes, from shock, to confusion, and finally to apprehension.

“That’s going to be awfully tricky, Fleur. I know from experience some of your ‘inner circle’ attend the functions we ourselves would be going to.”

“Really? Who?”

“Aah…” Luna lifted a hoof. “If I told you, I’d be violating a certain policy of said functions. When you step into those doors, you become a different pony; A different entity altogether. What you do inside of those doors holds no bearing to what you do outside… Aside from legal implications, of course. A BDSM ball is one thing, but partaking in other illegal activity has certain ramifications outside.”

“Oh... I think I know who you’re talking about…” Fleur flushed a little. The previous head of the Education Board had been accused of abusing cocaine, and was sentenced to prison for quite some time. It had been a scandal in Canterlot a few years ago, one that Fleur actively engaged in with gossip and rumor. She never knew the root had been exposed in a BDSM club. “But… I mean… Don’t you think they would be able to hold their tongues… Outside?”

“There have been slip-ups in the past.” Luna frowned. “Some very recently, unfortunately. Fleur, if we do engage in that particular fantasy, I suggest we do so in the utmost of privacy, with as little influence from the outside world as possible. I know it defeats the purpose, but like it or not, some of those ponies aren’t known for their discretion. For you to expose yourself to so many, so suddenly… It’d be scandalous to say the least.”

“Oh.” Fleur seemed downtrodden, her frown coming slowly. Fleur recalled reading one particular book that went very in-depth into the world of exhibitionism. She quickly found herself wanting to be put on display, maybe even fondled or touched, for a group of ponies. With Luna as her dom though, she was entertaining the thought of going far beyond fondling, and letting Luna fuck her senseless in front of everypony.

“Well,” Luna drew her out of her minute reverie with a soft mutter. She was tapping her lower lip in thought once more. “There is a function in Baltimare I’ve wanted to go to for the past few years…”

“Do you think we could?” Fleur asked timidly.

“I think you’re going to need a little more training, and perhaps a small introduction with a few closely-guarded friends of mine, but we’ll consider it, okay?” Luna smiled at her, her wings shuffling a little. “No promises.”

“Okay.” Fleur nodded. She hadn’t really thought about doing exhibitionism in Canterlot. Odd, all things considered… But now that the mention of Baltimare was on the table, Fleur found herself getting kind of excited. Exposing herself to everypony in Canterlot would be risky, not just to her personal life, but her professional engagements as well.

A thought made her pause, however. "Wait...you have friends that do this too?"

“Other Doms, yes.” Luna nodded affirmatively. “You may actually know one or two of them.”

“Really? Who?”

“Banner.”

“The General?” Fleur was shocked. “Really? He always seemed so friendly…”

“Trust me, he is… To your face. But when he’s alone with his sub, or the center of attention as it were, he’s actually kind of brutal. Forgiving, but rough.”

“Interesting…” Fleur flushed. “Anypony else?”

“Prose.”

“The columnist for the Canterlot Observer? That’s shocking…”

“He’s very skilled with suspension and orgasm denial. Watching him work made me envious.” Now it was Luna’s turn to blush. Fleur was shocked to see that, more than anything.

“You? Jealous?”

“I’m allowed, am I not?” Luna shot Fleur an accusatory glare, which she returned with a sly grin. Fleur knew there was a good chance that she'd end up paying for that remark later that evening - hopefully with another vibrator or two. “But yes. You’d be surprised to see many ponies attending these functions you’d never even have dreamed of.” Luna sat back up with a warm smile. “The one here in Canterlot is somewhat of a national event… We get ponies from all over who come out to enjoy themselves. It isn’t for another five months, but I’ll see about setting up a rendezvous with some of my fellow doms. Maybe we can have a private affair, if you think you’re ready.”

“O-of course.” Fleur nodded, the heat in her core building. Fleur was used to posturing for social events, so to her mind, being an exhibitionist was much the same. Only she’d be preparing for the event with whips and chains, not mane care products and makeup. And if Luna were the one to display her… Fleur had to wipe a hoof across her marehood to stem the flow of arousal.

“Getting excited?” Luna asked, noting Fleur’s shining hoof.

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t.” Fleur smiled up at Luna as she displayed her juices.

“Come here.” Luna gestured, beckoning her over. Fleur padded across the carpet, holding her hoof out for the princess. While they might not be in the middle of a session, Fleur didn’t want to test Luna’s patience. At least, not yet. Luna gingerly licked Fleur's hoof, letting out a soft moan as her tongue wiped the hoof clean. Fleur felt herself wishing that tongue travel elsewhere, but the intense vibrator session was still fresh in her mind. ’Best to wait and not push myself,’ she thought. ’After all, we have the rest of the weekend to indulge in one another.’

“Hmm... Delicious.” Luna licked her lips, releasing Fleur’s hoof momentarily. “But we shouldn’t get sidetracked. Plenty of time to fix that issue later. Was there anything else you wanted to discuss?”

“Eer, yes…” Fleur flushed again, returning to her seat. She made sure her haunches were poised on the edge, so she didn’t drip onto the upholstery. “What about sensory deprivation?”

“There are several ways to partake in that.” Luna smiled and began to explain. “The first and most prominent is teasing. For instance, you’d either be drugged, or disabled in some other way, so that you either couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, or couldn’t smell. But touch is the most important, so we usually don’t disable that. Taste can be utilized as well, but is pretty negligible in the long run. That said, here’s how these things normally go: You’ll be disabled in one or all of those ways, and then I’d pleasure you out of nowhere. You’d have no warning - You couldn’t hear me coming, can’t see what I’m doing, and maybe won’t even be able to smell me. This makes your sense of touch – and your sensitivity – that much greater. Why, I remember one time, I made my charge cum just by breathing on her ear.”

“Wow, really?” Fleur’s jaw dropped in wonder. Orgasm just from a breath? That sounded impossible… But oh so incredible.

“Oh, yes. It’s very easy to make a sub cum when all they can do is feel.” Luna gave Fleur a devious grin, the same grin that made her shiver every time. Maybe it was because she was riled up, or maybe Luna just had that effect on her… Whatever it was, Fleur was eager to have another go with the vibrators. “Sensory deprivation sometimes goes hoof-in-hoof with orgasm denial. A skilled dom, such as myself, would combine sensory deprivation with aphrodisiacs or magical binds for the full effect. We’ll see about indulging in those things later on.”

“Okay.” Fleur nodded, her smile wide and warm. She was getting even more excited as they continued to talk about her kinks. “What about waterworks?”

“Are you talking about urination, or water stimulation?”

“Eew.” Fleur scrunched her nose. “Just water stimulation…”

“Good.” Luna breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m… Not a fan of most bodily functions. Some are, but not me.”

“Agreed. That's one 'kink' I'd be very happy to stay away from."

“You and me both, Fleur.” Luna nodded. “But, to answer your question, yes. I can do water stimulation rather easily. That bathroom has several spouts specifically designed for the hoses I have in mind, so it should be no issue. We won’t go into oxygen deprivation though, since you already have issues with muscle control and orgasms.”

“Thank you.” Fleur blushed self-consciously. “I… I don’t know if I’d like to be choked or anything like that…”

“I’m not a fan.” Luna shrugged. “But should you want to indulge, we certainly could.”

“We’ll… We’ll see.” Fleur waved her off, moving onto the next topic. “I think that covers most of everything, but I’m sure we could discuss more topics as they come up…?”

“But of course, Fleur.” Luna grinned at her. “Additionally, we should talk about rules, or more specifically, boundaries. Also, we must decide on a safe word before we continue any further.” Fleur swallowed as Luna’s words sunk in. She knew having a safe word was the pivotal part of any dom/sub relationship, but she wanted to focus on one thing at a time.

“You’re right. You mentioned earlier, when we were in the tub, how we’d signify when a session starts or ends.”

“And you suggested clothing, which is exactly what I was hoping you'd recommend. Come,” Luna slipped off of her chair, leaving the remnants of their early dinner on the table. Fleur followed excitedly, eager for another session. She was certainly aroused enough for one, at least. They entered the lift, and Fleur couldn’t help but lean close to inhale Luna’s addictive scent again.

“Once we have chosen an article of clothing,” Luna distracted her on the ride down. “You do realize what wearing it entails, right?”

“I do,” Fleur nodded, her breath calm and steady - for now. “It means I have to follow the rules, whatever they might be.”

“Correct, though I think it’d be best if we discuss what we’ll be doing in the session; the rules and the punishment, before you ever put it on. Do you agree?”

“Sounds good to me.” Fleur nodded. She could see it now… They would sit in Luna’s bedroom, discuss what it was that Fleur wanted to explore that day, take a ride down the lift, go into one of the rooms Luna had, and then put the clothes on. Fleur felt her heart beat against her ribcage, as her excitement intensified all the more.

“Good. Here we go…” The lift jerked to a halt and they stepped off into the warmly-lit hallway. Fleur rather liked walking down this hall, wondering which door Luna would lead her to next, and what new and exciting place she'd have her next orgasm in. Apprehension, doubt, and lust swirled in her mind, and she felt a small bead of arousal trickle down her thigh as they continued.

“In here.” Luna opened a door and ushered Fleur inside. This one was yet another clone to the previous two, but it lacked the bed in the middle of the floor. Instead, there were iron bars set in the floor and wall, and even the ceiling, at regular intervals. And instead of pictures, the far wall was adorned with a multitude of hooks. And on those hooks hung the widest assortment of ropes Fleur had ever seen. There were thick ropes, skinny ropes, long ropes, colored ropes, and even ropes that glowed. What sort of enchantment would a rope require, and what would those enchantments do to her? Maybe something to enhance her pleasure, or deaden her senses so she could enjoy a longer session? Or maybe just for strength?

They ranged in category from hemp to silk, linen, and unless she was mistaken, a long cord of pure latex. There were even bungee cords with hooks on either end, and a few chains here and there. Luna swept around Fleur to go and fetch one modest length of rope, colored a mysterious shade of purple, and wound up with a simple knot. It couldn’t have been longer than twenty feet or so. Luna lifted the coiled rope from its hook and carried it back towards Fleur.

“That’s all we needed from here. We’ll come back here at a later date, but I just needed this for your next session.”

“O-of course…” Fleur was actually kind of relieved. This room made her squirm, and not entirely from anticipation. There were so many bonds in this room, she couldn’t wrap her mind around it all. She felt something smooth rub against her side, and she jumped slightly.

“Come on,” Luna teased, waggling the rope; she had just rubbed her with it. Fleur blushed and followed after the Princess, casting one last sidelong look at the wall hung with enough rope to secure an Ursa Major. They re-entered the hallway and returned to the room where they had recently used the vibrators. Only this time, the room was completely cleaned up - the vibrators were put away, fresh sheets adorned the bed, and even the carpet had been cleaned of Fleur's juices.

“That’s incredible.” Fleur remarked, approaching the bed in awe. “It’s like we were never here. Did… Did somepony come and clean this…?”

“No, it’s just a spell I know.” Luna waved her hoof dismissively. “It’s integrated into the temporal spell I use to fit all these rooms in the same space. When we leave, the room reverts to its natural state. Any of the waste is deposited in a different room, which I then dispose of. But we’re not here to discuss waste disposal - we’re here to go over two very important things. First:” Luna’s horn glowed, and Fleur heard a nearby drawer open. She turned to look, but her chin was grasped and re-directed to look back at Luna. ’When did she get close enough to turn my head?’ Fleur thought, amazed at Luna's ability to be dead-silent when she needed to be. She stared up into Luna's beautiful eyes, and immediately, a shudder raced down Fleur's spine like a lightning bolt.

“Close your eyes.” Luna said quietly. “I want this to be a surprise.”

“Y-yes, Mistress…”

“Aah.” Luna’s hoof moved to her lips. “We haven’t started, remember? Not until I put this on you. Then, my dear… Then we’ve begun… Now, close.” Fleur swallowed hard and nodded, her eyes closing immediately. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, almost like it was trying to break free. Fleur wondered what it was Luna was going to make her wear. Was it a bracelet? A garter belt? A ring around her horn? What-

“Hmm!” Luna’s hoof pressed against Fleur’s lips, silencing her. She felt it, then, wrapping around her. It was heavy, and fairly tight. She wasn’t choked, but each breath now came faster and harder.

“You can open your eyes.” Fleur was standing in front of a mirror. A mirror that hadn’t been there before. She was looking at herself, and at Luna looming in the frame behind her. But she wasn’t focusing on her dom.

Fleur’s eyes were on her neck. And the collar that she now wore.

It was a wide band of what she guessed was faux leather, black and shiny. A heavy ring of what she guessed was iron or steel hung in the hollow of her throat, dangling down towards her sternum. She couldn’t see the back, but a metallic clinking noise told her it was secured with a buckle, not unlike a belt to be worn around the waist. Fleur felt the material cinch around her neck, secured nice and tight. She felt constricted… Suppressed.

Branded.

Owned.

“The second part of any BDSM relationship,” Luna’s soft words nearly made her jump. Her wide eyes snapped from the collar to Luna, back to the collar, and again to her dom. “Is very important. You know what it is?”

“Th-the safe word, Mistress.” Fleur whimpered, her heart trying very actively to escape her chest just then. She was wearing a collar, and they were now in a session. The rules were in force, and they must be obeyed.

“Correct.” That single word shivered through Fleur. She was being praised. “I had something in mind, Fleur… Something I have used many, many times in the past. I guess you could say it’s… Well, it’s dear to me.” Luna’s expression was serious, but passionate. “Would you like to hear it?”

“Y-yes, please, Mistress…”

Luna’s lips brushed the edge of her ear, even as she lifted the uncoiled length of rope up in front of Fleur’s face. Somewhere, Fleur heard a vibrator turn on. Luna’s whisper was barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

”The safe word is ‘Moonstone.’”