“Are you coming to bed?” Ascentia asked as she came out of Sunset’s room, seeing Twilight still sitting quietly on the sofa while Aria sat on the other side, masturbating.

“Not now…” Twilight said tonelessly, sighing.

“You still shaken up about earlier?” Ascentia asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“A little,” Twilight rubbed her shoulders a bit, not looking at her.

Ascentia shrugged and turned around, “Alright, come to bed when you’re ready,” she said, returning to the bedroom.

Aria looked over, raising an eyebrow, “Damn, she really got to you, didn’t she?”

“...It’s the first time she’s ever threatened me,” Twilight murmured with a sigh.

“Yeah, she was pretty pissed,” Aria whistled, “Never seen her that angry before.”

Twilight nodded, “Yeah… And I deserved every bit of it. If she actually did follow through, I wouldn’t have fought back. I’m just wondering… is she really going to fight back if I ever hit her again? As scary a thought as it is, I can’t help thinking… might be about time.”

“I don’t think she’d like it if she heard you were thinking about more abuse,” Aria said, looking over toward her, “Doesn’t she kinda ban that sort of talk?”

“Yeah. Sorry, Aria… I’ll shut up, now,” Twilight took a deep breath, “It’s been an emotional day for all of us.”

“Hey, I didn’t say I was banning it,” Aria said, getting up and sidling over to her, “C’mon, talk to me.”

“Well… yeah, she did ban this talk. I can understand why. Sometimes there are things in your past you don’t want to think about or talk about. But I just can’t help thinking if that’s a good idea or not,” Twilight admitted, rubbing her arm. “Especially since it’s still a problem. Not in the same way, mind you. It’s just, I don’t feel right sweeping it under the rug, but I also don’t want it to be the topic of every conversation.”

“Well, it’s just us,” Aria said with a shrug, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Twilight exhaled, leaning back a bit, “You remember when she and I were here once, and she found out about my self-harming habit? I don’t do that anymore, but sometimes, I think about it. I think about hurting myself so badly… So I’d have a taste of the pain she went through. But then I think about it. What’s that going to do? Nothing. Physical pain heals. The mental pain won’t just go away.”

“You said the problem was still there,” Aria remarked, “Do you still hit her?”

“Yes… But it’s rarer these days. It’s only when I’m triggered badly and end up lashing out. Even then, she actually manages to grab my arm and physically subdue me,” Twilight replied, taking a few breaths, “Sometimes I just end up punching a hole in the wall.”

Aria wrapped an arm around Twilight’s shoulder and gently squeezed her, “So she does stop you these days? That’s good.”

Looking at her, Twilight gave a smile and hugged her, “Yeah, she does. More and more she actually defends herself against me.”

“She doesn’t hit you, right? Just… kinda stops you?” Aria asked, hugging her.

“Mm-hmm, she stops me. Like, grabbing my arm and pulling it behind me, grabbing me in a full nelson, a headlock… whatever stops me. She holds me until I calm down, then lowers me onto the nearest surface and then lets go.”

“That’s good… so why are you still so… paranoid?” Aria asked, stroking her shoulder.

Twilight sighed, shaking her head, “It’s not something I can help. I can’t just flip a switch and make it go away. It never goes away. Some days are better than others, but it’s always there.”

“Always there?” Aria asked, rubbing her shoulder, “You mean… you’re always thinking about hurting her?”

“No, not necessarily. It’s more the fear that I’ll hurt her again. Putting tigers behind the door when they’re not actually there.”

“I guess the fact that she still kinda likes being hurt doesn’t help, does it?” Aria asked.

Twilight shook her head, “No, not at all. She likes being dominated and, er, mistreated during sex. I don’t trust myself, so I don’t do it. At least not beyond words.”

“...Has she ever complained about that?” Aria asked, kissing the top of Twilight’s head.

“Yup,” Twilight gave a small giggle, “She’d say things like, ‘Twileeeey! You’re doing it wrong! You’re supposed to spank me, not tap me!’ and stuff. Then I start laughing because she sounds funny when she whines…”

Aria giggled a little, “Aw, poor Asy. Can’t get her wife to use her properly.”

“Hey,” Twilight pouted, but giggled, “I know… I do feel bad about that. She does get that treatment from the girls, though, and it helps. But I know she really wants me to be comfortable doing that to her. And I understand, I just… I just don’t trust myself to do it right.”

Aria nodded, remembering the one time that Adagio had indulged Ascentia in that way. Even Adagio was a little put-off by some of the things Ascentia liked, especially how much she seemed to like being slapped. But the three of them at the time knew that if it was too much, Ascentia would say so. That trust was something she always appreciated.

Rubbing Twilight’s shoulder, she cuddled her, “Doesn’t it ever bother you? You know… seeing the girls treat her that way?”

“On the surface? No, not at all. Kitten likes it, the girls practice safety, and they clearly all enjoy it. I know she’s in good hands. It only bothers me knowing I can’t do what they can. Knowing that I can’t satisfy my own wife like she’d want me to…” Twilight murmured.

“Hmm…” Aria said quietly, “...Do you want to be able to fix that?”

“Of course I do,” Twilight nodded, wiping her forehead, “I just…. don’t really know what to do about that.”

Aria thought for a moment, “...I have an idea. One of the locked rooms downstairs was Ma’s… eh… let’s call it a personal lounge. It was where she’d take one or two of the girls to fool around. Thing is, there’s a security camera in there that feeds into the living room. She had it there in case of any mishaps. You could take her down there, and know that someone’s got an eye on you in case things get out of hand.”

Twilight blinked, wide-eyed, “You’d… let us use that room?”

Aria fished the key out of her pocket and handed it to her, “Hey, if it’s to help your marriage? I’m sure Ma would do it in a heartbeat. Go take your wife down for some run. Or rather, drag her down by her hair, she’d probably like that,” she giggled.

“...Well then, first thing tomorrow, I’ll do that,” Twilight winked.

“She’s still awake,” Aria chuckled as she hugged Twilight.

“How do you know?” Twilight hugged her back, giggling.

“She talks in her sleep and I don’t hear anything,” Aria smirked, “Probably reading a book or something.”

“True that,” Twilight nuzzled her, “Thanks for talking with me, Aria. It really helped.”

“You’re welcome. I’m here if you ever need to talk,” Aria smiled, “Just like Ma, I don’t judge.”

“Thank you,” Twilight hugged her once more, then stood up, “Well, I’ll see if Kitten will join me in a little midnight rendez-vous…”

She went to Sunset’s bedroom, knocking on the door.

“Come in,” came Ascentia’s whisper.

“It’s me, Kitten,” Twilight opened the door, peering inside, “Are you about to go to sleep?”

“No,” Ascentia looked up from her book, “I’ve been kind of a night owl these days. I don’t go to bed until around four.”

“I’ve noticed,” Twilight said dryly, “Well, can you come out here, please?”

“Uh… sure,” Ascentia shrugged, closing her book and kissing Sunrise’s sleeping head. She got up and tiptoed around the various sleeping women strewn across the floor, following Twilight into the apartment, “What’s up?”

“There’s an issue we need to address,” Twilight said, “And now seems like a good chance to… at least start in the right direction.”

“Okay, what is it?” Ascentia asked.

“Be honest with me, Kitten. Am I satisfactory to you in the bedroom?” Twilight turned to her now.

Ascentia thought for a minute, before nodding, “Yeah, you are. Why?”

“There are some things I know you wish I could do, right?”

“Hmm? Oh right,” Ascentia sighed, “...Yeah, there are. You know that. Doesn’t mean you don’t still satisfy me.”

“Yeah, but… you know Rainbow and Fluttershy can… give you what you really like.”

“Oh, this again? Let me explain this better,” Ascentia said, holding up her hand like a platform, “Vanilla sex with Rainbow and Shy,” she placed her other hand an inch higher, “Degrading sex with Rainbow and Fluttershy,” she moved her first hand three inches above the second, “Vanilla sex with you,” she moved her second hand a foot above the first, “Degrading sex with you. Those two give me my fetish. It doesn’t matter what kind of sex it is, it’s always better with my wife.”

“That’s good,” Twilight sighed with relief, then took her hand, “Well, I think tonight, we can rectify that. At least a little bit.”

“What do you mean?” Ascentia asked as Twilight led her toward the door.

“Well… I want to give you a bit of your fetish,” Twilight said, leading the way down into the club, “And we’ve got a good way to start.”

Ascentia’s eyes widened as Twilight led her down into the club. Twilight smiled a little when she heard Ascentia quietly squee. They went along to the indicated room, going inside and shutting the door. Sure enough, Twilight spotted two cameras in the room, positioned in a couple of corners.

“Aria said that these cameras feed into the living room, and she’s still up. So, if anything gets out of hand, she’s right there to help.”

Ascentia smiled brightly. The fact that Twilight had the safety net she needed warmed her heart. She hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head, “That’s wonderful, sweetheart.”

“It is,” Twilight hugged her back, “So, tonight… we’ll try and see what we can do. Baby steps. But I think you’ll get some indulgence of your fetish…”

Ascentia grinned and kissed Twilight’s cheek, “I’m ready when you are, sweetie.”

“All right, then,” Twilight kissed her cheek as well, “Okay, we’ll need a safety word. Can you think of one?”

“Hmm... “ Ascentia thought for a second, “...Pumpernickle.”

“...Why?”

“Because there is no possibility of me using that word during sex, so there’s no confusion,” Ascentia giggled.

Twilight pondered that for a few moments, then nodded with a giggle, “That’s true. All right, that works. Let’s begin…”

Ascentia bit her lip and kissed Twilight’s cheek, “Alright… you know how it goes, sweetheart.”

Taking a few steps back, Twilight breathed deeply, getting herself ready. She looked up at one of the cameras, then nodded before she looked back at her wife. It was then she, essentially, got into character.

“Kitten, you are going to satisfy me tonight. And should you disobey me, I will not hesitate to correct you,” Twilight said in a stern, hard tone, “You will do as I say.”

Ascentia nodded meekly, biting down onto her lip to keep from squeeing uncontrollably, “Okay Twilight… I’ll be good,” she said, seemingly making herself look smaller without having to stoop.

“You damn well should be,” Twilight indicated to the couch, “And oh, don’t think your little scene of stepping out of line is going unpunished. Bend over and drop your pants.”

Ascentia made a small ‘meep’ before she back toward the couch, “Maybe… you’d rather take them from me? So… I don’t put them back on?” she said quietly, seemingly making suggestions without breaking the mood.

“Perhaps so,” Twilight went behind her, “Now bend over.”

Ascentia nodded and bent down over the couch, still chewing her lip.

Twilight yanked down her pants and underwear, tossing them aside, “Who do you think you are, thinking you could talk to me like that?” She spanked Ascentia’s rear, hard. “And threatening me? How dare you!” She spanked her again, “I have half a mind to make sure you remember your place, you pathetic worm!”

Ascentia whimpered with each strike against her rear, chewing her lip as she fought to keep from driving her hand between her legs, “I’m sorry Twilight… Kitten was… bad…”

“Damn right you were!” Twilight snarled, spanking her again, “I will not tolerate such behaviour anymore! Either you know your place or I shall have to punish you!” She spanked her once again.

Ascentia whimpered, her knees quivering and praising the sun that she wasn’t standing right now, “Yes Twilight! Kitten knows her place! She’ll never talk to you like that again!”

“And what are you?! Say it!” Twilight grabbed her by the hair, yanking a bit, but not hard enough to seriously harm her.

“I’m your obedient little slut!” Ascentia gasped, quivering against the couch.

“And?!” Twilight then shoved two fingers into her, hard, while still pulling her hair.

“AH! And I’m gonna be a good little whore!” Ascentia moaned, her voice cracking.

Twilight let go of her hair, thrusting her fingers in and out of her, “You’re on thin ice, you worthless gutter trash. Never step out of line again. There will be consequences.”

“AH! YES! Yes Twilight! I’ll never speak to you like that again!” Ascentia moaned, shaking as she arched her back.

“Your words mean nothing!” Twilight growled, spanking her once more, “But I’ll believe you this once. Should you fail me, and you will suffer.”

Under any other circumstances, Ascentia would be laughing at Twilight’s cheesy dialogue. But right now, she was too excited and horny to laugh. She shivered as she planted her face into the cushions and screamed, “I promise…”

Thrusting faster, Twilight inserted a third finger, then paused for a moment. She leaned to her ear, whispering, “Are you okay?”

“I’m… I’m… oh fuck… I’m wonderful!” Ascentia whispered back, trying not to choke on her own voice, “Just… just don’t stop… please…”

“Okay, just checking,” Twilight whispered. She pulled back up, continuing her ministrations, “You whore…” Pulling her fingers out, she grabbed her by the hair again, “You don’t get anymore until you prove yourself! On your knees, wench. Now!”

Ascentia slipped off the couch and onto her shaking knees, once again having to resist the urge to start rubbing herself, “Yes Twilight…”

“That’s Mistress Twilight to you, scum!” Twilight snarled, pulling down her own pants, “Your filthy mouth has no place near me! Use your finger instead.”

Ascentia whimpered in disappointment, but otherwise lifted her hands up to squeeze Twilight’s hips, running her fingers over Twilight’s sex. Leaning back against the nearest wall, Twilight placed her hand on her head, keeping her steady.

“If you do this right, perhaps I’ll let you taste what I release,” she said lowly.

Ascentia mewled softly as she ran her fingers over Twilight’s nethers, biting her lip as she circled around her wife’s nub, “Yes, Mistress Twilight.”

Moaning a little from her ministrations, Twilight glanced up at one of the cameras. She winked, knowing full well that Aria was masturbating to what was going on. Ascentia slid a finger into her, her face flushed a bright red as she rolled Twilight’s nub between her thumb and forefinger.

“Mm… good little slut…” Twilight moaned, panting a little, “Though you better work faster, harder. Too slow.”

Ascentia nodded and added a second finger as she began to thrust into her, rubbing circles around her nub as she looked up at her and pouted adorably. It was taking all of Twilight’s strength not to giggle and coo over how adorable her wife looked. Pouts always did it for her. But at the moment with keeping in character, she shot her a harsh glare.

“And none of that pouting nonsense! I’m dominating you, not sending you to your room!”

Ascentia stuck her lower lip back into her mouth and nodded, looking down as she worked her fingers harder and faster. Moaning appreciatively, Twilight took hold of her hair around her hand like a rope, tugging slightly. Ascentia felt her head pulled back and her gaze forced back up to her. She responded by thrusting faster, feeling Twilight’s warm juices around her fingers.

“Good… Good little whore…” Twilight purred, “It’s all you’re ever good for, you lousy gutter trash.”

Ascentia bit down on her lip and moaned quietly, thrusting harder as she resisted the urge to kiss Twilight’s stomach. As the pleasure built, Twilight felt her legs wobble, to which she then collapsed onto one of the chairs. She spread her legs, panting, and still holding to her wife’s hair. Ascentia’s fingers dextrously sought out her sweet spot and pressed firmly to it, her other hand rolling her nub as she synched her hands in tandem with one another.

Within moments, Twilight came, having to withhold the urge to cry out her name. She fell back against the chair, feeling her juices spilling out rapidly. She tugged Ascentia’s hair toward her, keeping her tight grip.

“You may lick, slut.”

Ascentia mewled in gratitude and licked Twilight’s nethers, her sweet taste somehow even sweeter. Hungrily licking her wife clean, she reached down and squeezed her own nethers in desperation.

“...Fine, you may touch yourself,” Twilight sighed, letting go of her hair, “Now get on the sofa.”

Ascentia pulled back and shakily stood up, backing toward the sofa and collapsing onto it, her fingers plunging into her sex. Twilight sat back, watching her for a few moments, figuring what she could do next.

“Make yourself cum. But after that, I shall have full control over you once more,” Twilight stated.

Ascentia started furiously masturbating, throwing her head back and splaying her legs apart as all of Twilight’s words rebounded around her brain. It wasn’t even twenty seconds before she reached her peak, and came hard against the sofa. Twilight then stood, walking over to the couch, and then slapped her across the face.

“AH!” Ascentia hissed, rubbing her cheek, “Pumpernickle! Stop!”

All at once, Twilight recoiled in horror and took a step back, “O-Oh my god! Oh my god, I am so sorry! I was trying to be in the moment, trying so hard to be this… this demeaning dominant! Oh Kitten, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

Ascentia hissed and beckoned her closer, “Come here, give me your hand.”

For a moment, Twilight didn’t move. Her fears were rising, her gut was twisting, and she could barely move at all. She took a few breaths, closing her eyes, trying to calm herself down. Taking a step forward, she hesitantly reached her hand out, as if about to touch delicate china. Ascentia took her hand and brought her palm to her cheek, pressing gently.

“See? There’s no give,” she explained, “You might as well hit me with a board.”

Pulling her hand back slightly, she aligned it so that Twilight’s fingers were resting on her cheek and pressed again. Her fingers bent back slightly at the knuckle, and steadily dragged across her face to the other side.

“Do it like that,” she explained, “Gives a really nice, loud smack, but barely hurts at all.”

“...Okay…” Twilight hesitated, pulling her hand back slightly, “I’ll try.”

“It’s alright. Fluttershy and Rainbow had to be shown how to do that properly too,” Ascentia smiled, sitting back, “Continue when you’re ready, sweetie.”

Twilight looked at her hand, curling and uncurling her fingers. She took a breath, brought her hand back a bit, and did as she was instructed. Her hand slapped along Ascentia’s face, this time without the familiar sound. Ascentia’s head snapped to the side as she gritted her teeth, but this time instead of hissing in pain, she shuddered and bit her lip.

“...Did I do it right?”

“Mmhmm…” Ascentia nodded, reaching down to play with herself again.

Sighing in relief, Twilight slapped her once again, slowly getting back in character, “And just what do you think you’re doing? I didn’t give you permission to play with yourself.”

Ascentia meeped and withdrew her hand, “I’m sorry, Mistress…”

“Next time… I use a whip.”

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