Author's Notes:

Contains: BDSM themes, Role Play(TwiDom!), Toy use, and Oral

Written by: JKinsley, one of the titans of adoracute Twilestia!

Celestia tugged at her restraints. Twilight definitely had a talent for selecting the very strongest bands of silk; likely a holdover from her experiences of trying to keep Celestia tied in bed over the past few months. Their experiments progressed at a breakneck pace and Twilight’s appetite for Celestia’s sweet center knew very few (but firm) bounds.

Bounds. Celestia pulled her hooves towards herself again. No avail. The frame of the bed creaked with each flex of her muscles. She hissed. If she wasn’t careful, Twilight might punish her for trying to escape before she was released. Her hoof instinctively reached for her neck and the fluffy lavender collar that adorned it; in fact, the only “clothing” Celestia currently wore. The silk straps held steady.

Celestia was very much exposed, and thanked the goddess above that Twilight’s warding magic was second to none. Of course, exposed meant Celestia bit her lip in anticipation. Her mistress loved to see her Little Dove trussed up and dripping for what pleasures awaited.

Her nerves were on a knife’s edge. Twilight seemed to be taking her sweet time getting ready. Celestia whimpered and strained against the bed. Soon enough, after a mighty tug she heard the gentle tapping of hooves coming from the bathroom.

“Little Dove!” a loving voice called from their private bathing area. “Come here, my sweet!”

Celestia scoffed. Twilight knew full well she couldn’t leave the bed, let alone make it to the bathroom.

“Little Dove! Your Mistress told you to do something! We wouldn’t want her to be disappointed, would we?” Twilight said with a sweetness that belied the real nature of what was to come.

Celestia grinned. It was going to be one of those nights.

“Mistress, haven’t you forgotten? Your Little Dove is all tied up at the moment,” she called.

“Oh, Little Dove, your Mistress hasn’t forgotten. She just figured you wouldn’t let a little thing like being tied up keep you from her.”

Celestia heard Twilight sigh, deliberately loud enough for her to do so.

Twilight sashayed into the bedroom, a vision of dark purple leather and darker eyeshadow. The corset and stockings drew Celestia’s eye all over Twilight, hoof to haunches to flanks and back again. Her Mistress was aiming for a look of Dark Is Sexy and pulled it off in a way that set her heart fluttering.

“Poor Little Dove. It’s a good thing you’re right here, because your Mistress needs you to hold still,” Twilight said in a low tone.

“Hold still for what?” Celestia asked, careful to keep her excitement from her voice.

“Why, your punishment for disobeying, of course!” Twilight said cheerily. “You didn’t come when called. So, it’s only fitting that you won’t come even when you want to.”

Fuck, Celestia spat in her head. Orgasm denial was her most hated punishment, even if the eventual orgasm afterwards always made her scream like no other.

“Please, Mistress, I wanted to join you!” Celestia whined. “I wanted to, I promise, I just couldn’t while I was tied down. Tied down by you, Mistress.”

Celestia yelped loudly and then bit her lip as a riding crop made contact with her flank. Just the stinging started to fade from one flank, another blow landed on the other. Celestia yelped louder and higher.

“Little Dove, what are the rules?”

“Rule one, I will always obey my mistress whenever she asks me to do something.” Celestia shuddered as Twilight’s hooves started make their way up her hindlegs. “R-rule two, I will not make excuses for not obeying my mistress.” She whimpered when Twilight’s hooves reached just shy of her now burning marehood. “Pl-please, Mistress, punish me some other way.”

Celestia paid for not finishing the list of rules with another pair of strikes to her flanks. Her yelps overlapped much like the hits did, and she figured she’d show red marks for a little while after.

“Sorry, Mistress! Rule three, I will not talk back to Mistress or question her orders.” Celestia felt soft kisses inside her thighs and the change in sensation spurred her on. “Rule four, should I fail any of the rules, including additional rules as Mistress issues them, I will be punished in whatever manner Mistress sees fit.”

Twilight’s hot breath washed over Celestia’s dripping slit. “Very good, Little Dove. After all, good pets are rewarded and naughty ones punished. And you’ve been naughty tonight, very naughty.” Twilight grinned and pulled away.

Celestia whimpered, but held her tongue. Rules are rules.

A buzzing sound caught her attention and soon a small metallic egg slid up her leg, vibrating slowly. Celestia raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, don’t you worry, Little Dove. This isn’t the only way Mistress is going to teasing you.” Twilight’s smile could convince Chrysalis to reconsider takeover plans. Celestia gulped.

As the vibrating egg slid into Celestia’s nethers with a satisfying “plop!” Twilight climbed onto the bed and crawled up until she straddled Celestia’s chest.

“New rule for tonight, Little Dove. Mistress requires an orgasm before you’re allowed to have one.”

Well, that doesn’t seem so bad... Celestia thought.

“But no magic. Only your precious little tongue, my precious Little Dove.” Twilight lovingly caressed Celestia’s cheek before kissing her lips and trailing kisses up to her horn. With that, Twilight shimmied forward and presented her own dripping slit to Celestia’s muzzle.

Celestia stole a few quick glances between her Mistress’s eyes and her lower lips. She licked her own and took a languid lick, careful to press hard and part her loving Mistress.

She was quickly rewarded with a breathy moan and girlish panting; for all of Twilight’s dominant side, she still held tightly to her highly feminine noises.

To her dismay, however, Twilight breathed deeply and steadied herself. Trying to play that game, eh? Not eager to let Twilight control herself, Celestia’s tongue speared into her and lapped greedily at whatever it could. She also brought her muzzle closer and began to suckle on her Mistress’s winking clit.

“Not... fair...” Twilight moaned, her breath hitching with each flick of Celestia’s tongue and another girlish, high pitched moan with each suckle on her sensitive button.

Celestia just hummed, another of her Mistress’s favorite things, and kept up her pace and actions. Between Twilight’s own grinding against her, the sucking and flicking and the humming sending vibrations through her former student, Celestia felt she was getting the upper hoof and soon the dull, teasing vibrations of that damned egg would be replaced by something far more likely to get her off.

“Mmmmmm, Tia!” Twilight squealed and gasped louder and longer until her breath caught all together. No more grinding, no more movement at all except the quaking her legs and the clenching against Celestia’s tongue. Twilight came, hard, and coated her Little Dove’s adorable white muzzle. She flopped back.

Celestia resisted the urge to chuckle. Try as she might, Twilight could not match Celestia’s skill at oral, even without the aid of magic. She licked her muzzle as clean as she could.

“Mistress, you said....” she trailed off.

Twilight nodded and slowly pushed herself up into another straddling position, but much lower. Almost low enough to...

Twilight grinned. “Yes, Little Dove, I something special planned. If you get off first, I won’t punish you for a week. If I do, your punishment is over. Oh, and don’t forget the rule about asking first~” She chuckled darkly, at odds with the sultry smile she shot Celestia’s way.

Twilight slid back and moved their hindlegs enough that her still wet sex positioned itself above Celestia’s, and she held the little egg in her magic against Celestia’s clit.

Celestia groaned.

“Ready, Little Dove?”

Celestia bit her lip and nodded. Oh, was she ready. No punishments for a week? How could she pass that up?

Twilight rocked her hips down and connected her lips with Celestia’s, their juices mixing and coating each other as they slid and slipped against the vibrating egg. It buzzed enough to be noticed, but not enough to hurry along Celestia’s climax. She grit her teeth and strained to buck her hips up, trying to control her own destiny and cum.

Above her, Twilight smiled with half-lidded eyes glazed over in bliss as she took her own time to enjoy the radiating heat. Sweat dripped from her coat and she panted to catch her breath. Not that she was worried. Celestia may be trying, but Twilight always came first.

Twilight bit her lip and let loose, bucking herself into Celestia a little harder and crying out. She closed her eyes and imagined their roles reversed. Maybe tomorrow night, she mused. Her little fantasy was interrupted by a strong twitch from her Little Dove.

“Mistress!” Celestia cried. “Mistress, please may I cum?”

Twilight laughed and bucked her hips down, forcing the egg against her clit, too. “No. Beg for it, beg for it like the needy little slut you wish you could be all the time.”

“Mistress!” Celestia cried again, jerking her hooves against the silk straps holding her down and arching her back, on the very edge of climax. “Please, please may I cum?”

“Not yet....”

Celestia whimpered and Twilight dialed the vibrator to its highest setting. Celestia came not a moment later and nearly threw Twilight off with the force of her struggle. “Thank you Mistress!” she screamed as her climax barreled through her and blanked her mind in a whiteout of carnal bliss. She collapsed a moment later, panting.

Twilight hit her own orgasm at the peak of Celestia’s and fell on top of her Little Dove, breathing heavily with her eyes unfocused.

They stayed, panting and sweating and dripping in each other’s cum until Twilight brushed strands of mane out of her face and kissed Celestia.

“How was that, my love? Not too much, I hope?” she asked softly.

“Perfect, dear. Though, I wouldn’t mind use of my limbs again. If you would.” Celestia tugged her forelegs and the bed groaned for emphasis.

Twilight chuckled and undid the knots holding the silk in place. With her hooves free, Celestia picked Twilight up in a tight cuddle, holding her Mistress close.

“Hold up, shouldn’t it be the other way around? I hold you tight because I hit you?” Twilight stuck her tongue out playfully.

“Only when you learn to hit hard enough.” Celestia winked. “So, what’s on for tomorrow?”

“The same, but different.” Twilight winked back.