Sensitive Hoovsies [mlp]

"Anon, please, I don't really wanna do this."
>"And?"
"And my hooves are really really sensitive?"
>"So's your flank, but that just makes me whip it more often. See where I'm going with this?"
"YEAH BUT-"
>"Dash, who's the pet here?"
"I..I am..."
>"And who owns you?"
"....You do, Master."
>Damn him, you're winking already.
>"Good. Remember, obedient ponies get rewarded. You're an obedient pony, aren't you?" He says as he reaches in a pets your snout.
>You loose yourself in it and just nuzzle his hand.
>He snaps you out of it by pulling away.
>"Dash, are you an obedient pony or not?"
"Yes Master. *Neigh!*"
>Doing that is always embarrassing, but he smiles and pets your mane.
>"Good girl. Now get into position."
>You just sigh and get it over with.
-
>Dash lays on her back in the middle of the room, allowing you to get started.
>To start, you put a garter onto each of her legs. She hates garters because they're "girly".
>Once that's done, it takes you only moments to attach a shackle to each fetlock, then haul her legs up into the air, all holes at the perfect level.
>But they're not part of this. Mostly.
>First thing's first. You produce a large ball gag to keep her quiet.
>You learned early on that Dash can be pretty vocal, so the "Quiet Ball" became a somewhat common part of your activities.
>She knows the routine, as the moment she sees it, she opens with a an exaggerated "Ahhh."
>Her jaw stretches to the limit as you push the ball in, framing it slightly behind her teeth.

>Fastening it snuggly in place, you move to the next step.
>Opening a bag on a nearby table, you pour out its contents.
>Several egg vibrators in various sizes pour out, along with a couple of other things.
>After ensuring each one is working, you ready the first vibrator, a somewhat larger one.
>You set the toy on the frog of Dash's hoof, where it sits on the delicate, fleshy pad.
>Producing two smaller ones, you set them on the sole, one to either side of the frog.
>Hopefully these will be felt through the hoof. It might be worse actually, with her being able to feel only a little, like a bad, unscratchable itch.
>Tucking the controllers into her garters, you duct tape them down with an X, then tape a full circle on the outside of the hoof, ensuring they toys stay in place.
"You know Dash, you actually have some pretty nice hooves." You say while massaging your next target. "It probably because you don't ruin them with walking, huh?"
>She can't answer of course, but you blather on a bit as you secure three vibrators to each hoof, ensuring this will be nice and torturous.
>Taking out two more, you attach one to either wing by tying a simple cloth around them so you don't pull out fur and feathers later.
>Tucking the controllers into her front garters, you move onto the next two.
>Her pretty little teats sit there, begging for your attention.
>Running a finger over the petite mounds of flesh, you enjoy the feeling of the thin fuzz that does nothing to hide her beautifully mottled skin.

>Gently kneading them, you give the nipples a pinch and a lick before getting to business.
>Using simple bandages, you attach a vibrator to each teat and put the remotes in her hind garters.
>Lastly, one is put in the tip of both ears and held in place with guaze packing and bandages. The remotes are then slid into her collar.
>With everything in place, you kneel in front of the gagged pony's face to give your assurances.
"Alright Dash, I'm about to start this up. I'll come check on you every now and then, but other than that, you'll be alone. Understand?"
>She nods and says something highly garbled by the gag.
"Good girl. But before I go..." You grab a crop from the wall and move to behind her. "You know that questioning my orders is against the rules."
>She struggles in her chains a bit, but is powerless to escape.
"Dashy, be still or you'll just make it worse."
>You can hear a sharp intake of air as she stills herself.
>Gently rubbing her inner thigh with your hand while prodding her sex with the crop.
"And you know the punishment for rule breaking. Don't you?"
>Another hissing intake of air is the only reply you recieve.
>With a wicked pop, the crop connects directly with your pets little cunt.
>She kicks in her restraints a bit with what sounds like a yelp.
>As soon as she stops, the crop comes down again, and again, and again.
>By strike 20, you feel her poor hole has had enough abuse.
"There we are. Sorry Dash, but rules are rules. You know I don't LIKE punishing you."

>The bound mare groans in response.
"Okay, okay. I do enjoy it. Immensely. What? Do you want me to kiss it better or something?"
>Kneeling down, you plant a big kiss on her exposed button, earning you a moan, the wetness of her sex clinging to your face in strands as you part.
>Gently, you run your fingers over her slightly swollen lips, taking take a brief moment to admire your handiwork before standing.
>The peach portions of her mottled skin look bright pink and sore, and are criss-crossed all over with raised red lines.
>Standing out against the black portions, the whole thing shows a lovely contrast.
>Roughly patting the mound, you stand and move to the front and clear the tears from her eyes.
"Alright, I'll see you later sweety. Love ya."
>You reach out and start turning on vibrators, setting each of them on to low.
>You give her a last scratch on her cheek for comfort. She whines a bit as you pull away, but stops pretty quickly.
>As you turn to leave, you realize something. You're still pretty damn tired. Instead of going to laze about the house, you decide instead to go back to bed. But first...
>Pulling a few more items from your "toy box", you fix blinders to her, cutting off her peripheral vision.
>Next, a posture collar is added, preventing her from turning her head, much to her annoyance.
>With her gaze fixed unmovably on the bed, you toss off your clothes and crawl under the sheets.
"Night Dashie."
>She lets out a somewhat annoyed string of garbled speech.

"Sorry, but I just realized how tired I still am. Just gonna grab a quick nap."
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>That BASTARD! Is he SERIOUSLY making you watch him sleep?
>You try kicking against your bonds, but nothing happens.
>"Dash, be quiet."
"MMPH GHU!"
>It really wouldn't be as bad if he didn't wake you up extra early just for this. Jerk.
>You would buck him right in the face if you could!
>Look at him, so warm and comfortable while you're hanging upside down and dealing with this.
>You just wanna cuddle into his chest and feel his arms around around you.
>...He's cute when he sleeps.
>Before you can get too deep in thought, you realize things are getting bad pretty fast.
>Deciding you need SOMETHING to focus on, you just try to fantasize.
>You think about flying with the wonderbolts, and winning a karate fight, and running, and flysies, and cuddling, and obeying, and cumming. CELESTIA YOU WANNA CUM!
>Every second feels like an hour as you stare at him.
>Your entire body is screaming. You're like THIS close to cumming, but you just can't.
>He needs to wake up, it's the only way to fix it.
>You shake and shake and shake, screaming in any attempt to wake him up.
-
>Waking relaxed and refreshed, you glance at the clock.
"5 hours? Damn, I overslept."
>Stretching, you slowly rise as you look over to your pet.
>Unfortunately, the blue pony seems to be in a tremendous amount of discomfort.

>Figuring it's best to let her talk, you unfasten the ballgag, giving her a chance to speak.
"Dashy? You alright?" You ask while gently stroking her cheek.
>She merely drones on a bit as she slowly realizes you're there.
>"Anon...can...please?"
>Shaking her, you manage to roust her a bit and get a more coherent response.
>"ANON! PLEASE LET ME GO! NEED TO CUM! NEED TO CUM!"
>Well, that's good. You couldn't be happier with her reaction.
"Tell you what. I'll have some fun with you, then you can go."
>"BUT AAAANON! I NEED TO CUM SO BAD!"
"Shh. I know you do sweetie. But we've been over this. Who's the master?"
>"Y..you. And...mmmmph... Master always...comes first."
"That's right. Be a good girl, and I'll reward you later."
>Removing the posture collar, you catch her head as it starts to slump down. It is soon replaced with her everyday collar, the controllers left to dangle in the air.
>Turning all the toys to high, you watch as her eyes roll completely back in her head as she's reduced beyond thought. Beyond anything but lust.
>Carefully opening her jaw, you look over her mouth. Open, inviting, and wet.
>Without a care in the world, you slide your hardening meat into the hole.
>She instinctively lays on the tongue work, enhanced by those incredibly dextrous pony lips.

>It's fun, normally, but today it's just not cutting it.
>Amping things up, you reach down and tighten her collar to the point where she could just barely breathe.
>Throaty, choking gasps fill the air as you resume pumping, the frantic convusions squeezing your dick in the most wonderfully delicate way imaginable.
>Looking down, you realize the that amidst the exagerated features of her throat, the outline of your pumping shaft is clearly visable in her esophagus.
>You continue your fun, giving her only occassional breaks to catch her breath.
>After several minutes, you feel your end coming, and jam yourself as deep as you can go.
>Loud coughs rings out, as you hold yourself there. The tight, wet squeezes and deep vibrations of her choking pushing you over the edge.
>Releasing in her throat, you stay there for a moment, basking in the warmth and afterglow before pulling out.
>You quickly loosen the collar, letting her breathe easily once more, before setting to removing her binds.
>She coughs, gasps, and hyperventilates the entire time you release her from her torment.
>After catching her breathe, she slowly stands, not looking you in the eye. Waiting.
>You take some time to clean the mess from her. The tears, the spit, the juices especially.
>When you finally finish, you finally adress her.
"That will be all Dash."

>As if a switch were flipped, the athletic pegasus goes from submissive to her normal cocky, tomboying attitude.
>"Anon, if you ever put me through that again, I'll buck your knees right out from under you."
"The hoof torture or the choking?"
>"Hoof torture, duh."
"Ah, well, I guess we have a new routine then."
>"Ha, ha, ha. Very funny Anon."
>You just smile and head towards the door.
>"Anon? You are kidding, right?" She asks again as she runs after you. "ANON!?"
"Come on Dash, time for flysies." You say, presenting her leash. "Be good and we'll get ice cream after. Maybe even give you a nice buttfucking so you can cum when we get home."
>She perks up considerably as she presents her neck for the leash.
>"Thanks Anon. That sounds nice." She says as she lifts into the air, finally allowed to use her wings.
>You give her a scratch on the mane.
"I spoil you ya know."
>She gives you a small, playful jab in the shoulder.
>"Yeah, I know."