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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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Nerys smirked, the Connemara mare sitting with her legs crossed, dressed in nothing more than a violet lingerie set. Her black tail flicked, spilling over the edge of the bed, though her dun coat appeared to glow in the dim light of the bedroom.

“You can squirm as much as you like, but this isn’t about you.”

Not that time. The black stallion huffed and grunted, his chest narrow and heaving, as he lay on his back on the bed. His arms had been bound behind him, although that was hardly a comfortable position for him to be in, but it was not as if he was going to complain. He grunted around the bit gag in his mouth, trying to push his tongue over it, but his mistress had him bound too tightly and secured for him to engage in any semblance of taking back his own control.

His hooves, with a light spill of feather around them, had been bound tightly together too with red rope that stood out against the dark of his coat. With a set of blinkers on, attached to the bridle that set the bit gag in his mouth, bigger and chunkier than a bit that would not have been for use and not kink, he was perfectly primed for Nerys’ attention.

His cock, however, was not a part of the ensemble. Rather, it was caged in a metal chastity cage that allowed a little of his shaft to squeeze from his plump sheath, yet no more than that. The pink of his mottled member yearned against the bars, as if it thought it could squeeze its way through and find some manner of relief if only it swelled with enough vigour. She smirked and ran her fingers over the cage, barely brushing his eager flesh, as the stallion bucked and drooled around the gag.

“No, not about you.”

Nerys’ eyes creased at the corners, letting her enjoyment of the scene she’d set up play through her. Taking the battery-powered vibrator from where it sat on the bed beside her, she turned it on, letting the length of it rest against the chastity cage.

The effect on the black stallion was electric. He moaned and rocked his hips, nostrils flaring beautifully as he twisted on the bed, though only to the extent his bondage allowed. His shoulders tried to bulge as he tested the limits of his bonds, but it was quite clear the equine wasn’t going anywhere.

Nerys murmured under her breath, admiring how he tried to thrash, how he strained to gain some manner of relief. Of course, he couldn’t have it all and any orgasm gleaned through the cock cage was going to end up broken and unsatisfactory, shattering him and leaving him yearning for more. Only, it was not the stallion’s right to take that “more” for his own, not as he groaned and begged with his eyes, despite the blinkers limiting his range of vision too.

The mare was relentless. She had every right to be. She could take and use him as she pleased, all within the limits of their agreement, the scene she had set for that night. Securing the vibrator to his cock cage with a length of thin rope, that was like a shoelace, she ensured it would not fall off, even if it jostled a little.

She had other things to enjoy as she casually rolled him on to his right side, the stallion grunting and moaning, trying to hump. The vibrations were not quite enough to bring him off as she taunted him, but she let him enjoy what pleasure he could get in the moment. The vibrations pulsed through him as he hissed through his teeth, chewing on the gag, yet he was right where he wanted to be, where he needed to be.

Nerys ran her short nails over his rump, admiring the hard swell of muscle there. She’d pin him another time and ravage him with one of her thick strap-on cocks, although that would take a little more preparation with his more delicate type of stallion. Yet a prostate stimulator, lubed-up and ready, would slide right up under his tail, stroking over the overly sensitive nerves until he was bucking and milked of all the seed she could coax from his body.

He tensed as the rounded tip of the slenderer dildo with a curve to the end pressed to the pucker of his anal ring, but Nerys eased it in as soon as he relaxed and took a shuddering breath. It took little effort for her to work it back and forth, thrusting it deep and drawing it back slowly, until she had fine-tuned her approach to the exact depth and angle that had him quivering with helpless lust.

And there was nothing the stallion could do about it, huffing and grunting, tongue pushing against the gag. His eyes rimmed with an edge of white, emotions heightened, but he was there in the moment, his body nothing more than a toy for Mistress Nerys to do with as she pleased.

The mare licked her lips, savouring and drinking in every single moment as she used the stallion, his coat glistening as it dampened with sweat. Oh, he was close, but she would see him broken and moaning before her in no time at all, his tail lifted weakly so she had unrestricted access to his tight hole.

“Cum for me, colt,” she all but purred. “You know you want to. And you’ll want to even more after you’ve spent your load, wasting that weak orgasm all over this bed.”

He moaned and gasped, nostrils flared wildly, but there was nothing her toy could do. He bucked wildly, the prostate dildo working its way deep inside him and dragging back against the spot inside him that made his body lurch and want to grind, need flooding him. Yet Nerys always knew how to get to him, his body quivering, holding him down and in place as he let loose. His orgasm rolled through him, cock pulsing against the cage where it was revealed, his sheath fat with the cock that could not be freed.

Nerys sat up, flicking her tail contentedly as she watched him ejaculate, his orgasm weak and watery, though she had not expected anything more from him. He couldn’t really achieve true ecstasy when he was bound in such a state, but that kept him keen for her, eager for her, coming back for more even if Nerys did not satisfy his body.

His mind craved her, however, and he slumped into the bed with parted lips, raking in every lungful of air he could. It was not enough, however: it could never be enough. He shook his head faintly, barely even moving it from one side to the other. Her hand caressed his mane, running her fingers through it, and the stallion unconsciously leaned into her touch. The horse’s cock leaked the remnants of his broken climax through the cage, smeared and sticky with his lewd need.

Locked and restrained, the stallion would spend the rest of the night worshipping Mistress Nerys in any way she deemed fit.