Following their first time at that classy hotel, Coloratura had learned a lot more about her stallion’s tastes over time. When she took charge of commissioning the creation of their own private accommodations in the Society’s upper palaces, she had designed it entirely with her Master in mind. While she had used her considerable wealth and influence to get them a penthouse suite, she had stressed the importance of simplicity and cosiness during its fashioning. The result was something that probably belonged in a magazine on white picket fence homes, with warm carpets overlying parquet flooring, wooden frames on the windows looking out into the ocean and, most importantly, a big, simple but heavenly bed.

Her training room was a different beast altogether. She had gotten to visit Master’s old private accommodations at Clocktower Equestria East, the site for mare subs, and found that Master’s taste in dungeon decor was surprisingly, well, frilly. And pink. Sure, there was quite a lot of purple and black there too, but the pink! The pink! It was everywhere! The room was designed entirely with the sub and her comfort in mind, and for some bizarre stallionly reason that apparently involved lots and lots of pink. There were plump plush pillows everywhere. The benches and equipment were padded for endurance and long term comfort. It was certainly different from what she was used to, but she found she liked the sentiment.

Coloratura had done her best to recreate the same flavour in their new accommodations. However she had put a firm limit on the pink budget.

Coloratura was more a mint green sort of mare.

She knelt on her hindhooves on the training mat in the middle of the room as she was instructed, wearing nothing but her hoof cuffs and the red ribbons binding her front and rear hooves, a particularly effeminate touch that she knew Master loved. Master enjoyed making her go disrobe and wait patiently for him. She wondered how he knew exactly how long to make her wait to build up just enough thigh-rubbing anticipation without causing excess frustration. She could imagine many exciting reasons, but the likeliest explanation was that Master himself gets impatient waiting.

She gave a teeny gasp as the door finally opened to reveal her Master, still fully dressed in his stylish suit. He gave her a silent leer as he slowly stepped inside, his magic levitating a silk cushion bearing what would soon be her fate for the rest of her life — her eternity collar forged from pure adamantite crystal, the strongest known substance in the world. Her eyes followed it raptly as it was set down on a table next to what would be her collaring block, a heart-shaped padded pillow with a recess moulded perfectly to hold her neck still for her collaring and enslavement.

Her heart quickened as she heard the tell-tale rubbing of cloth on fur. She looked up to find him removing his suit before hanging it up on his throne on one side of the room. His magic unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves, preparing for what was undoubtedly going to be a very wet and messy night. It was strange how, despite nudity being entirely normal outside, the society’s dress code for doms made them all the more sexy, even moreso when they undress. She only realized she was holding her breath when he touched her cheek. She gasped raspily as he leaned in, his piercing emerald gaze locking on hers. His masculine musk filled her little nose as he pulled his tie loose, threatening to overwhelm her with his domineering stallionliness.

She gave in to his overwhelming presence. “Mmmnnnhh.” She moaned softly, rubbing her thighs impatiently. A show of weakness. He didn’t miss it, his smile only widening.

“Are you getting excited, Rara?” He whispered. She could only bite her lips and nod desperately. There was no lying to her Master. “Tell your Master, why?”

“I want you so much, Master,” she panted needily, looking up at him hungrily.

“What do you want from your Master, Rara?” He led her on. He didn’t need a leash or a whip, not when his very words could bend her so easily.

“I want you to use me, Master,” she moaned desperately.

“Go on,” he hummed.

“I want you to make me your fucktoy, to toy with me, to enjoy my body, heart and soul as you please,” she mewled unabashedly. Months of careful training had long since eroded her shyness in expressing her desire to please her Master, leaving nothing but unbridled devotion.

“Good slave. Because that is all you are for, to be mine.” Master bit down on her ear, something they had both discovered to be a particularly sensitive part of her body. She moaned out loud as he nibbled and chewed on the soft fur, making it clear just how helpless she was. She had quickly discovered that dominating her brought out an entirely different stallion in her normally cool and stoic coltfriend, a rough and demanding Master who loved to push what she can achieve with her body. And she loved him just as much. “But as cute as you are all needy, we can’t have you ruin your chastity training,” he said around her ear as he nipped and chewed on the sensitive flesh. “After all, tonight is the night we complete your orgasm training and give you your first real mare orgasm, so you can finally properly give yourself to me as a mare.”

“Mnnnh! Yes, Master!” Coloratura bit her lip with excitement at the thought.

“Good. Tell me, how long has it been since you’ve gone without an ejaculation, Rara?” He whispered in her ear.

“Eleven months and twenty nine days, Master,” Coloratura admitted raspily.

“How long since your last trained orgasm?” He asked, gleefully.

“Ten days, Master.” She blushed at the memory. It had been her most intense yet. Considering Master had decided they would finally complete her orgasm training tonight, she anticipated it would be the best she’d ever have, ever.

“So that means it’s been ten days since I last milked you as well. Are you getting full?” Master asked, leaning down to inspect her.

“Yes, Master.” Rara spread her thighs slowly to allow her Master to see her sheath and milk sacks. An adorable silk bow, a birthday present from her Master, was knotted around the root of her sheath and cream eggs, keeping them proudly presented for Master’s inspection. Her cute little member was still patiently flaccid inside her sheath, showing how better disciplined she had become since their first time. She now only grew hard on her Master’s orders, something they were both very proud of.

She gasped as he pushed her backwards, laying her flat on her back. She instinctively spread her thighs for him, earning her a grunt of approval from him. She whimpered as she felt him cup her milk sacks in his hooves, squeezing and rolling them appraisingly in his hooftips. She gave a loud gasp as he stretched them and abruptly released them, testing them for weight. She could only moan and fidget as she lay still and endured his testing. “They’re full alright. You sure fill up quick,” he teased. “We’ll need to milk you empty first.”

Coloratura felt her breath catch at the thought. “Yes, Master.” She gave a loud whimpering gasp as she reached down with both front hooves and peeled back her sensitive sheath as far back as it’d go. “Aaaaaahn!” She gasped as Master roughly grasped the limp flesh of her little cockette and drew it out into the open. She panted, watching as he held its flaccid form firmly in the air. She trembled as Master levitated her penis-vice over, three rings mounted on two adjustable rails, made especially for her colt-clit. She braced herself as she felt the cool touch of the first ring at the base of her penis, right behind her milk sacks where her bow was. She groaned as it was tightened securely, locking in place to form the anchor for the rest of her penis-vice. She gripped her thighs, watching as the second ring was positioned right behind her medial ring. She gave a loud moan as it too was locked in the ring’s tight grip. That left the ring for the sensitive ridge behind her little fare. No amount of bracing could prepare her for it. She cried out, arching her back as her flare was trapped in the penis-vice’s hold, stretching her limp cockette taut.

She panted softly, watching her Master admire his hoofwork. Her colt-clit stood trapped in a tower of cold steel, ready to serve as a hoof-grip for her impending milking. How her cockette remained limp despite her Master’s ruthless stimulation was a testament to her steel-like discipline. “Well done. Assume your milking position. Want to milk you extra-dry tonight so get comfortable.” His words sent a delicious chill running up and down her back.

“Y-Yes, Master,” she replied meekly as she crawled over to her training pillow, a large frilly red cushion big enough for her to lie on with space to spare if necessary. She knelt on her hindlegs on the floor next to it, planting her front on the pillow chest first. She raised her plot into the air, flicking her tail up and to the side to present her tailhole to him. She brought her front hooves together behind her back, holding them still as her Master magically bound her hoof cuffs together. She groaned as her rear hooves were stretched apart before they were held open with the help of a cruel spreader bar.

“Been looking forward to this for the whole week.” She heard her Master say. She felt a shiver at the sound of a rubber glove snapping over his hoof. “You remember how I like you milked, Rara?”

Coloratura knew he was not asking casually. This was part of her conditioning, everything from the regular milking position, the snap of the glove to his customary question. The answer was practically emblazoned in her mind. “By gentle emission, Master.” Her answer trailed off into a sudden gasp as she felt the trickle of cool lube on her puckered tailhole.

“What does it mean to have a gentle emission for your Master, Rara?” He asked.

“To allow Master to milk all my cream out without ejaculating or contracting my pelvic muscles, because that is only for stallions. I am Master’s mare. Milking my cream dry will make sure I can only have mare orgasms as Master has trained me to.” Coloratura reiterated the words ingrained into her.

“Aaaahhnn, Master~” She moaned out loud as she felt Master’s gloved hooftip press on her puckered star, pushing in slow but firm without giving even a millimeter. She relaxed herself, not tensing even a single muscle in her body as she had been so carefully trained. Despite being trained to take the entirety of her Master’s hoof in her, her tight little tailhole always put up considerable resistance. She could only gasp and whimper as she felt herself helplessly spread wider and wider apart. But her Master never stopped or pulled back, only sinking his hoof deeper and deeper with every cruel second ticking by. He may sometimes pour more lube on to ease his invasion but otherwise he never relented.

“Mmmmnhn!” Coloratura bit her pillow as the broad part of Master’s hoof slid in with a plop. Her severely stretched tailhole quickly slid around the wrist of his hoof, fitting snugly like a glove. But her pelvic muscles remained perfectly relaxed, her cockette limp and flaccid in its vice, just as she was trained. “Ahn-ah-aaah.” She squirmed a little as Master’s broad hoof curled inside her, cupping the tender nub of her prostate. Months of practice had allowed him to find it instantly each time. His other front hoof reached under, pushing into the plush fur between her tailhole and cock-root. She groaned as he pushed deep into her until he found her prostate from the outside, trapping the little cream sack between his two hooves from inside and out. She panted as she lay there, knowing full well what was about to come. She closed her eyes, resigning herself to her fate.

“Aaaaaaahn!” She cried as the first slow, firm squeeze came. “Ahn! Oh! Mmmnh!” Her effeminate cries quickly filled the room as Master kneaded and rolled the tender nub between his hooves, skillfully curling his hooftip around her prostate’s ridges with each deft squeeze. Through months of practice and experimentation he had explored every inch and ridge of her prostate, learning its ever little weakness. By then he was an absolute master of her cream sack, knowing exactly how to make her scream and squirm.

Her torment stretched on for what felt like forever. She could only squirm and writhe against her restraints, moaning and mewling under his relentless torture. Never once did her ensnared cockette swell to erection, however. After all, her milking was for his pleasure, not hers.

This is what it was to be Master’s pet, his helpless plaything, a toy for his pleasure. Every squeeze, every firm grip hammered home how much she belonged to him. She floated on a cloud of fulfilled calm, a subspace of contentment, knowing she was fully his. She barely registered the sparkle of his magic levitate over an extra large brandy bowl, setting it down somewhere between her legs. She felt Master’s hoof curl around her penis-vice, his steel grasp gripping her cockette tightly, possessively. “Aaaaaaaah! Ahn! Mhn!” She cried and squeaked as he began to firmly milk her cockette from its root to its tip in slow, deliberate strokes. His other hoof did not stop massaging her prostate inside.

“Release your cream for me, slowly. Want to enjoy this,” he ordered, his voice more encouraging and gentle rather than commanding.

Coloratura felt something gently give. “Mmmmhhn...nnnnn~” She gave a long, drawn out coo as her hot, thick cream began to flow in one long, languid stream. No ropey shots, no ejaculatory surges, no pleasurable pelvic contractions — just one constant slow trickle that lasted forever and ever. Coloratura could only lay helpless and bound as her body surrendered, offering up her cream to his patient milking. Her milk continued pouring and pouring, filling up the sizeable brandy bowl. Her draining lasted a little more than ten minutes, but to her it felt like an eternity of surrender. He did not stop until he had squeezed every last drop out of her limp cockette. Only when absolutely nothing came out of her flaccid penis did he finally relent, releasing her cock and pulling his hoof out of her stretched tailhole.

Her sweaty chest rose and fall through her panting. Her mind was a haze of bliss, revelling in her body’s absolute submission, a subspace of true contentment that transcended physical pleasure. She barely felt her Master release her hooves and unlock her penis-vice before gently rolling her onto her back in his lap. He cradled her head, holding her mane just firmly enough to let her know she belonged to him. She felt the warm bowl of her freshly milked cream pressed up against her lips. “Drink,” he ordered in her ears.

“Ulp, mlp, slrp.” She made adorable effeminate suckling sounds as she exaggerated each swallow, making sure to fill her cheeks to full before gulping loudly. She felt a touch of satisfaction at the feel of her Master’s stallionhood throb proudly against her flank at her sensual cum drinking. “Mmmhn, thank you for feeding me, Master,” she moaned contentedly as she finished every last drop.

“You seem ready for your enslavement, Rara,” He whispered, sensing the floaty, blissful quality in his slave’s voice, the telltale sound of a slave in subspace.

“I am, Master.” She gave him a little nod. “Please, make me yours, forever.”

“Then it’s time.” He didn’t waste any time, knowing a sub’s subspace was a fragile, whimsical thing, even less predictable than orgasms. And it was necessary for his slave to be in this state for the next step. Coloratura moaned softly as he magically manipulated her hooves into position, locking her front hooves to her training pillow high over her head. Her rearhooves followed, spread wide apart to either side of the training pillow, her cute little plot angled up to allow for deep, forceful rutting. “We will complete your mare orgasm training and I will make you give yourself to me,” he growled, placing her collaring block pillow behind her neck.

“Yes, Master.” She smiled fondly up at him as she slid her neck into place on the collaring block, readying herself for her imminent collaring. “Please, take me.”

He gazed deep into her eyes as he pressed his flare up against her thoroughly lubed and gaping tailhole. She peered back up at him with eyes filled with nothing but deepest love and devotion. “AAAAAAAAHHHN!” She cried, her whole body tensing up against her restraints as he impaled her tail-pussy in one rough thrust. Her tightly spasming ring stretched obscenely around his monstrous girth. He gripped her writhing body tight, mounting her fully on the pillow as he began her hammering. Every merciless stroke drove her deeper and deeper into her training pillow.

She was just losing herself in his rough, merciless tail-fucking when she felt something close around her bare neck. She faintly registered it as the silk padding of her new eternity collar, a mark of her final enslavement. She heard him press his lips against her ear, growling his claim on her. “Give yourself to me. Now.” She felt the collar tighten, the padlock clicking shut.

A sharp slap suddenly stung her rump. It was her signal. She gave herself up to him. “Mnnnnhhh!” She threw her head back as she cried in surrender, her entire body tensing up tightly as she consciously, forcefully triggered her first contraction. He gave her another sharp slap, guiding her into another contraction. She felt her tailhole begin to clench and spasm tightly about his invading cock, rendering her even tighter. He did not relent, even as he forced through her clenching hole. His spanking guided her contractions until they took on a rhythmic, full-pelvic quality spurred on by his rough tail-fucking. She began to lose herself in the rhythmic contractions as a tight, overwhelming warmth began to spread from her belly outwards, causing the rest of her body to tense and release with euphoria. “M-Maaaaster!” She managed to cry out before he silenced her with a deep, powerful kiss. She had never felt something so amazing, so incredible. It was her first full orgasm as a mare. It was an unstoppable tidal wave of bliss that crashed over her body again and again and again, lasting longer than anything she had ever had before. “MNH! MNNNH! MMMMM!” She cried into his mouth as the orgasm threatened to consume her.

He continued to fuck her through it, forcing his thick fuckmeat through her tightly clenching insides, keeping her rooted in her place as his fucktoy while propelling her to higher and higher heights of pleasure. He grunted and growled as he ravished her mouth before finally roaring in triumph as he slammed his cock into her one last time. His stallionhood surged like a firehose, painting her spasming tail-pussy white. He pumped through his climax like a feral pony, intent on filling her with every last drop of his seed. Not satisfied with only claiming her insides, he pulled out of her gaping tailhole with a loud growl, pumping his cum all over her helplessly writhing body. His seed stained every inch of her belly, chest and face, soaking her fur with his domination.

He fell back onto his butt, panting hard, his shirt hanging off his withers, their buttons long since snapped off in his exertions. His cock was already slowly growing limp, spent from his recent conquest. He gazed upon the trophy of his triumph. She lay spread upon the heart-shaped pillow, twitching feebly against her restraints, a limp well-fucked mare covered in his mark. Her gaping, thoroughly destroyed tailhole spasmed helplessly as it leaked his fresh seed.

He slowly got up, crawling shakily to his beloved. His magic flared feebly, releasing her restraints, allowing him to scoop her up into his hooves.

“Mmn, don’t, ’m messhy,” she murmured weakly as her cum-stained fur soaked his.

“Don’t care,” he smiled, leaning down to kiss her lovingly.

“Thank’u, Mashter,” she whispered hazily as they parted. “For dat o-o-or-thing,” she found herself tripping over words, her brain long since melted to warm gooey happiness.

“No, thank you for your gift.” He smiled, caressing her new collar lovingly. “It’s beautiful.”

“I wuv oo.” She murmured, drowsily cuddling up against his chest. “Mashter.”

“Love you too, Rara.” He smiled contentedly. “Forever.”

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