{"sf1_id":514,"sf2_id":"ZmMjL5Dn","title":"Her little pony","author":"Iron Basilisk","words":5640,"posted_at":"2003-04-30T07:47:00.000Z","tags":["Bear","M/F","Pony"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/514-her-little-pony","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZmMjL5Dn","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=514\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"This one started as an argument about the standard belif that a female mistreas in a D/s roll would  \naways strive to make her sub's life a living hell just for the fun of it. and any world that allowed  \nfemales to rise to the top would be a terrible place for a male to live, i belived that this could  \nnot always be the case and was  \nchalleneged to give an example. That disscussion became this story.  \nWARNING! contains graphic sex acts and slimy things like that between two concenting people.  \nHer Little Pony.  \nA tail of a sex pet, By the Iron Basilisk.  \n  \n  \nCuie the slave busied himself with the preparations for diner, he finished the salad and began the  \nsetting of the  \ntable. The main course was finished and he only had to wait for his Mistress to return home. He  \nsat in his slave  \nbed at the foot of his mistresses recliner and opened the book she had gifted him on his twentieth  \nbirthday, The  \nDomestication of the Male. By Professor Julia Draw. It was of considerable import to him,  \nbecause the book  \ncontained the reasons why he was a slave, and why all males were slaves, the property of the  \nwomen of the  \nworld, and how this all came to be.  \nIt seemed that in the past century, the peoples of the world came very close to wiping all life  \nfrom there world,  \nendless wars. (A thing not even known or imaginable today.) Raged across the planet,  \ndecimating so many that  \nthe world's population dwindled to almost nothing. The last and final indignity was heaped on  \nhumanity then by a  \ngovernment that had ceased to exist, the Chinimra virus. A genetic recombinant virus that first  \nattacked animal  \nhosts, giving them nothing but a cold, then it passed on to the next animal, each time it took with  \nit a cross  \nsection of that animal's genetics and incorporated into it's own code. When it encountered a  \nhuman being, nothing  \nbut a cold happened until the virus had infected that person with a critical mass of different  \nstrains of the virus,  \nthen it forced the stored data in it's cells to replicate using the bodies own healing abilities  \nagainst it, replacing  \nthe human cells with ones that consisted of hundreds of different genes from animals. The  \ninsuring mutations  \nwere unstable and killed thousands as there bodies mutated into half human half animal hybrids,  \nthe remaining  \nmedical capability of the world turned to work feverishly on a way to stop the disease, but the  \ndisease only struck  \nwhen it had reached the point of a massive infestation that insured that the victim would be  \naffected. There was  \nno way to stop it because it appeared in every way to be nothing more than a cold virus in it's  \ncomponent pieces.  \nThe only hope they had was to find a way from preventing the virus from killing it's host, and  \nthat proved doable.  \nThe virus was halted when all of humanity was infected and therefor could not be reinfected, but  \nhumanity it self  \nwas no more. They were animal people, ranging from aardvarks to zebras, there bodies half man  \nand half beast. It  \nwas a terrible blow to the remainder of humanity, how could they recover if the were not even  \nhuman anymore?  \nThings looked sure for the end of humanity out of despair until A professor of psychology came  \nforward, she  \nspoke out, telling people not to hate the animal that they had become, but to learn what there  \nanimal side had to  \noffer them. The animals were humanities brothers and sisters, the closest kin they had, this is  \nhow it had always  \nbeen, and how it always should be. That people should not look upon the animal side of them as  \na curse, but look  \nand see what the animal brought to there union, what abilities they had gained thru the joining of  \nman and beast.  \nGreater strength, greater speed, eyes that could pierce the night, ears that could sense the  \nslightest sound, a sense  \nof smell that could garner the tale of the wind. Fur to shield them from the cold, scales to protect  \nthem from  \nharm. Hooves, claws and even wings were now theirs, where people before had dreamed of  \nbeing one with the  \nanimals they loved, for them, it was a reality. The Professor managed virtually single handedly  \nto get humanity to  \naccept themselves as what they had become, showing them that there lives were not over. She  \nwas hailed as the  \ngreatest hero humanity had seen in generations and was accorded near sainthood by the people.  \nIt was not long  \nafter that when she again came forward, this time with a dramatic theory that concluded that the  \nentire fault lay  \non the males highly aggressive nature. His overgrown need to fight and conquer all around him.  \nShe stated that  \nthis was not his fault, that in ancient times, such aggression was not only necessary, but was the  \nonly real reason  \nthat mankind survived. What she did blame was the social idea that males had to be in charge,  \nthat females had to  \nfollow. Both behaviors reinforced the other until the normally moderating force of female  \ndecision making upon  \nthe male consciousness dwindled to nothing and the male ran unchecked. Unfortunately she also  \nfound that males  \nhad been selectively chosen for there aggressive traits for generations by unknowing females,  \nthus making the  \nentire gene pool almost completely full of these aggressive genes that would continue to plague  \nthe world and her  \npeople. The theory was at first rejected on the face of it, but many, especially females considered  \nher work. And  \neven many male psychologists and sociologists began to agree with her assertions. All too soon  \nthe females of the  \nremaining populace began to rise up and attempt to overthrow the male dominated powers, they  \nwere rather  \nsurprised when the males in many cases gave in without a struggle, there attitude being, \"Go  \nahead, try. See if  \nyou can do any better.\" but this was lost on the angry and distraught females who had seen so  \nmany of there  \nfriends and love ones die in the wars, soon, males were thrown into prison for the crime of being  \nmale, talk of  \neverything from labotimization to outright castration was heard, but the good professor stepped  \nforward and  \nspoke on behalf of the males, saying that, yes, the males bore the seeds of the worlds destruction,  \nbut look at the  \nfemales now, did not they carry the guns and inflict hardship upon another simply because they  \nthought they were  \ndifferent? And did not they too share the blame for how things were? They outnumbered the  \nmales, and always  \nhad. Even though they could have voted them out of office, or overthrew there corrupt  \ngovernments, they never  \ndid. They chose the same path that there males had chosen, going willingly down the path that  \nthey had reached,  \ntogether. Would they now say that the males, and they alone were to blame when they could  \nhave stopped it all  \nalong? She admitted that the males needed to be controlled, and firmly controlled, but the  \nfemales could not just  \narbitrarily cause them suffering, why? Because the males would fight them, already they  \ngathered under the  \nbanners of war, and no female force could hope to stand against a berserk, well trained army of  \nmen who  \nbelieved there only choices were death or castration! Would they choose to plunge the planet  \ninto yet another war  \nwhen there were so very few of them left? And a war that would certainly result in the death of  \nthere remaining  \nmales? For if they were all lost, even with artificial insemination, the gene pool would become  \nnarrower and  \nnarrower until there was so little variance in it that any small disease or virus that swept thru  \nwould slaughter  \nthem all. Violence was not the way of a woman, healing, caring, nurturing, that was a woman's  \nway. She had a  \nplan, but they must abide by it. Or, she had stated, she would do whatever it took to defend the  \nmales, who were  \nthere fathers, brothers and sons. The females listened, and they agreed. The males were released,  \ntheir property  \nand possessions returned to them, all except control of the government, which the females kept.  \nThings got better after that, the people ate better and lived better, but what of the professors  \nplan? She assemble  \nteams that struck one town at a time, coming in the night and snatching all the males with skill  \nand efficiency,  \nthere was little alarm all the way up to the end, for the various parts of the world had little  \ncommunications and  \nno direct connections that were not in the hands of the government. What happened to the  \nmales? They were  \ntaken to slave training camps where they were mentally and physically conditioned to serve the  \nfemale populace.  \nSounds horrible, doesn't it? But you see, it was no where near as bad as that. The methods used  \nto coerce the  \nmales to slavery involved the device known as the Leash. The Leash was a unique device that  \nwas like a reward  \nstick, rather than a punishment one, rather than being used to injure of inflict pain, it was used to  \nreward and  \nplease. The device radiated a precisely controlled signal that activated the collar that the male  \nwore, no simple  \nneck piece this, it was a highly sophisticated device that was plugged into the males spinal  \ncolumn, this allowed  \nthe wielder of the leash to command the body of the person wearing the collar to experience  \nanything from a  \nwarm pat to a screaming orgasm. The males could take pain, agony, torture or depravation.  \nNature had well  \nequipped them to live in a world of suffering, but nothing in evolution prepared them for facing  \ninfinite pleasure.  \nThe females used this device to enact a training method that came to be known as \"Erection  \nReining\" The males  \nwere broken by serving and then being rewarded with sexual pleasure in the form of eather  \ncopulation or the  \nfemale manually stimulating him with her hand. This was all done in public with hundreds of  \nother male slaves  \nand female trainers about them, depriving them of any sense of private needs, emotions or drives  \nwhile rewarding  \nthem for the loss at the same time. The slaves were taught to refocus there own needs for  \npleasure, learning to  \nattach the pleasure of the female to there own, so much so that a male could easily drive himself  \nto orgasm by  \nserving his Mistress orally, or by being used as a foot rest, or what have you. The important part  \nwas that she was  \nusing him, and that was enough for him to be pleased sexually. The males were then taught to  \nthink of  \nthemselves as bright animals, rather than full human beings. This was not hard, considering the  \nmethods used and  \nthe fact that they did resemble the animals they were being taught to become. This put the  \nfemale on a higher  \nplane of evolution from the male who was her slave, she being the pinnacle of evolution, and he  \nbeing a lower  \norder. This enhanced the desired image the female's were trying to create, that of beloved pet  \nand not a being that  \nwas capable of living without there owners protection and love. This was enforced by  \nencouraging the males to  \ndisplay there ecstacy and inevitable ejaculations as an animal would, openly, publicly, and  \necstatically, learning  \nin this ruthless and pleasant manner to forgo there idea of what a male was and instead become a  \nbiddable animal  \nthat had no need or desire for possessions, clothing, or power, instead becoming her willing and  \nlovingly obedient  \nchattel who only required a firm hand and the love of his Mistress. But the good Professor had  \none more  \ncontribution to make, she decided that no woman was properly qualified to be a slave owner. A  \nwoman simply  \ncould not be expected to take possession of a slave without proper training in there care and  \ndomestication. This  \nincluded the proper forms of discipline, slave care and feeding, tending to the well being of a  \nslave, and the  \nnecessary specialized psychology of the male slave and how to insure a benign and peaceful  \ndomination of there  \nproperty. The females found themselves engrossed in a two year program of advanced slave  \nmastery, just as the  \nmales were forced to endure two years of intensive training in slavery itself. The Professor  \nthought that since the  \nfemale was a creature of warmth and concern, that it was these traits that the female must use to  \nleash the male,  \nand so they literally loved the males into slavery, rewarding obedience and devotion with the  \nleash's ecstacy and  \nthere own. It was no secret that the males were to be used for sex, the females were extensively  \neducated in how  \nto have sex as a slave owner, and how to properly take one's pleasure from a slave. Including  \nhow to make that  \nslave love it, and love her for taking it from him. Under this unorthodox and skilled assault, the  \nmales found  \nthemselves all too quickly kneeling at the females feet, there heart's leaping in joy as they were  \nsold off to there  \nMistresses. In addition to this program of education, the female was reworked from her core.  \nShe was given  \nadvanced genetic therapy that caused her to become larger, stronger and easily the physical, as  \nwell as  \npsychological Mistress of the male. This was viewed as essential, the male should not be able to  \nfind that he was  \ngreater than the female in anything, if he did, his natural desire to dominate might resurface. The  \nmost severe  \nreaction of these was the physical. The male was inclined to seek to dominate if there was any  \ndoubt as to who  \nwas the stronger. And so, the females on average stood two feet taller than the males, often with  \nheavily muscled  \nbuilds. This sort of thing displeased many females who wished not to look like a muscle bound  \nmonster. And so  \nthey developed a way to increase the female's strength by increasing the cellular density of her  \nmuscle tissue and  \nbone. This meant that a lithe, sleek gazelle could pick up her mate with one hand and carry him  \nlike a toy. This  \nled to the habit of females simply picking up and cuddling there mates whenever the mood took  \nthem. A thing  \nthe males soon learned to delight in. In little time, the way of the world was that males belonged  \nin the home,  \npreferably under there Mistresses serving there pleasure. The world healed, war became a thing  \nof the past, the  \nfemales had no suppressed anger or anxiety, for there loyal slaves dissipated it with the simple  \nact of serving as  \nher slave, making every female feel special and important. This meant the normal desire to  \nincrease one's wealth  \nand ones power never formed, for the female ruled absolutely in her home over a kingdom of  \none. Weapons were  \nabandoned as the female world woke, the males kneeling beside them, waiting to serve.  \nAdvancements in science  \nand technology rose to incredible levels, one would think that this would not be the case, with  \nhalf the populace  \nbeing slaves. But remember, the females had been well trained in both ethics as well as slave  \nmastery. They  \nallowed there slaves to study and work at home thru the advanced interface devices that they had  \ndeveloped, but  \nnow they were under the watchful eye of feminine rule. No ideas of war or conflict of any type  \nwere allowed, the  \nwars of the past were erased, it being believed that it was the admiration of such events that led  \nto the next war  \nand the next. The males wrote great novels and created wondrous works of art, invented  \nmiraculous technologies,  \nthere previous aggressive tenancies finally re-channeled into the work of advancing all life under  \nthe gentle and  \nfirm female hand. The great professor who had begun all of this finally died of old age at one  \nhundred and seven,  \nher final words being, 'I am the first female ever to die that could say that I am proud of my  \nworld, without  \nreservation. Honor my son's, my daughters for there sacrificed freedom and lost self will that  \nsaved us all. Hold  \nthem with a firm and compassionate hand. Reward them with all the love you have, but always  \nremember who is  \nthe Mistress and who is the slave, or I fear the ghost of the past will return to destroy once  \nagain.' Humanity  \nmourned the loss of there greatest leader and faced the new day alone. Humanities history was  \ngone and they  \nbegan anew as a new people, a new hope.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \nCuie closed the book as the door opened, he rushed to the door and saw his beloved mistress, she  \nwas a huge  \ngrizzly bear type with the added features of a large proud pair of bovine horns jutting from the  \nsides of her head,  \nas well as taking after the bovine type in the mammary department, possessing two huge, multi  \nnippled breasts  \nthat were inadequately contained in her blouse. She stood easily nine feet high, dwarfing Cuie's  \nown five and a  \nhalf. He threw himself at her feet and embraced her massive thigh.  \n'I welcome you home, my beloved mistress. Name your will for I am here to serve with all my  \nheart.' he said as  \nhe snuggled with her thigh.  \n'Ah, Cuie. Your obedience and happiness at the sight of me warms my heart.\" she said, stroking  \nhis head. 'I am  \ndesperately in need of a slave's devotion right about now. Come and attend. I wish to be  \nundressed.' she  \ncommanded.  \nCuie dutifully removed his mistress's clothing and stacked them neatly to the side. He then knelt  \nat her feet and  \nwaited.  \n'I shall have a bath, see to it.' she said.  \nCuie smiled and raced to the bathroom and began filling the tub with water. Soon the tub was  \nfull and he added  \nthe proper scented oils and herbs that he felt appropriate. He, after all, being a very well trained  \nslave and knew  \nexactly what should be done to aid his Mistress to relax. He then returned and knelt as his  \nMistress's side.  \n'Your bath is ready, my Mistress.' he pronounced.  \n'It can wait for a moment, slave. Become erect.' she said.  \nHer slave's penis sprang up at her command, he had been specially mentally conditioned to only  \nbecome erect  \nwhen his Mistress wished it. He could play with himself all he wished but could not become  \nerect or ejaculate  \nwithout her permission. Females almost universally believed that there slaves should only  \nejaculate there seed for  \nthere rightful owners, there sperm being just as much their possession as the rest of the slave  \nwas, and so they  \nconditioned there slaves to only become erect and to ejaculate upon command. This meant that  \nthe slave's  \nejaculation was now a treat, a reward used to cozen the slave into good and obedient behavior.  \nBut it was realized  \nthat the slave could suffer unduly from lack of sexual fulfillment and abuse of this ability. And  \nso they placed a  \nregulation that governed it in the roles of a Mistresses responsibility, a slave was lawfully  \nallowed to ejaculate a  \nminimum of once every day, and no more than sixty times a week. Cuie, however, like most  \nslaves, had no real  \nproblems. His mistress liked sex, a lot. She had, how ever, been given a small fine once for using  \nhim sixty four  \ntimes in one week, and though he had enjoyed the lust of his mistress, he agreed that sixty was  \nabout the limit. He  \nhad been rather sore after. The data on how many times he had been used and his general  \ncondition was stored in  \nthe technological wonder that was his slave collar. It not only detected how many times he had  \nspooged, it  \ndetected weather or not he was depressed, unhappy, in serious physical trauma, or what have  \nyou. All of this data  \nwas stored on the main house computer and would be transmitted to the Office of Slave  \nManagement where they  \nwould analyze it and see if any changes or work needed to be done on him.  \nHis mistress pulled him up in her lap and kissed him, an he eagerly returned the kiss, running his  \nhands over her  \nhuge, plump body, her massive breasts, her soft belly. A standard rule was, that if a slave was  \nbrought into  \nphysical contact with his Mistress, then that slave may, if they wish, display whatever affections  \nthat are  \nappropriate for him to do so under the circumstances unless his mistress specifically told him not  \nto. His mistress  \nwas naked, in there home, and she had pulled him in physical closeness without bidding him be  \nstill. So anything  \nwent. And he took advantage of it, fondling her body and cuddling up to her. Females loved  \nforeplay, and so had  \nconditioned there slaves to perform it passionately. A male was programmed to reach a  \nheightened sexual state  \nvery easily, basically reaching a nearly drugged state as his own body flooded him with pleasure  \nendorphin that  \ngave him a burst of pleasure just to touch his Mistress, just to serve her. These chemicals were  \naddictive to a  \nslight degree, causing the male to want to serve, to touch, to play with his Mistress. The pleasure  \nhe received in  \ndoing so was rather remarkable, being very akin to sex itself, nearly orgasmic in it's power and  \nreach. So as he  \ncuddled with her, his eyes glazed, his pulse quickened and he shuddered at her very touch. Her  \nsmell, her fur, all  \ncombining to send him into a blissful trance. She stroked him, pulling him in deeper and deeper  \ninto her power.  \nHe kissed her breast, rubbing his lips against her fat, soft nipple.  \n'Serve me with your tongue, slave.' she said, kissing him on the brow.  \n'Yes, my Mistress!' he gushed in passionate subserviance, crouching on the couch as she  \nlifted a leg over him  \nand presented her vagina to him. He kissed her sex reverently, gently touching her with his  \ntongue, playing with  \nher lips with his own, exciting her to begin lubricating. He then plunged his tongue into her, it  \nbeing pierced with  \nseven rings that ran right down the center of it, running thru so that a nub stuck out on top and  \nbottom. The  \npassage of these rings into her were designed to stimulate both her g-spot and her entire passage  \nat once. He plied  \nit with all of his excessive skill and training, nuzzling her citrous with the tiny beads sown into  \nhis upper lip,  \nplaced there to enhance this very act. She sighed in pleasure as he slave served her, groaning as  \nhe used his well  \ntrained tongue to please and delight her.  \n'Yes, Cuie.... yes!...... Oh Cuie, my sweet little slave!.... make me cum! Oh yes!' she moaned as  \nshe reached her  \nclimax, she, being a very well educated Mistress, knew how to have true, powerful and fulfilling  \norgasms, and so  \nit was no surprise when she gushed like a punctured quart of milk all over him, depositing her  \nslave's reward on  \nhis face and tongue.  \nCuie cleaned her sex gently with his mouth, eliciting a few shudders of remembered ecstacy  \nfrom her. He then  \nkissed her nether lips again with the reverence of an abject lover and lifted his head to look at  \nher.  \n'Thank you, my beloved Mistress.' he intoned. 'For giving me the chance to bring you pleasure.'  \nShe smiled down at him and caressed his head. 'You are welcome, my slave. That was very nice,  \nas always.' she  \nsaid. 'You are a very good cunt licker, you sexy little whore.'  \nCuie giggled and snuggled into her groin. He loved it when she called him names. It was all part  \nof there little  \nway of giving each other pleasure.  \n'Now I think it's time for the Mistress to fuck her cunt licking little slut.' she said, hauling him  \nup onto the couch  \nand tossing him down while he giggled and squirmed. 'Oh? You want to be troublesome, eh?  \nMmm? You little  \nfucking bitch! Well! Then I will just have to rape you!' she said. Pinning him down with her  \nstrong paws and  \nhauling him beneath her, roaring and clawing at him in mock rage, chewing on his head and  \nshoulders with  \ngentile bites. 'I'm going to fuck you and then im going to fuck you some more and then im going  \nto eat your ass  \nafter if fuck you to death! Come here! You worthless sack of shit! Gimmie that tiny pecker!' she  \ngrabbed his  \nswollen pony cock, it being not only large, but made precisely to his mistresses requirements.  \nSince she was close  \nto a thousand pounds of bear woman, it was actually a very big member that would poke his own  \neye out or beat  \nhim unconscious if he ran with a hard on, it's head being as large as a grapefruit. But she always  \nreferred to it as  \n'tiny'. She pressed his penis head to her cunt and slid him into her vagina, it already well  \nlubricated by his  \ntongue. She enveloped his body in her huge arms and grunted rhythmically as she fucked him.  \nShe buried her  \nfangs in his throat, that part of him being specially thickened, the jugular shielded and the  \nesophagus reinforced  \nto withstand her jaws after she had cut him accidentally one intense session of taking her  \npleasure. She loved the  \nfact that she could tear at his throat as much as she wished without hurting him and yanked on  \nhim,  \nthrashing his head back and forth in the grip of her jaws as her buttocks pounded his groin. He  \ndid not touch her  \nwith his hands, instead thrashing beneath her as if terrified and trying to escape. He knew, being  \na well trained  \nand sutibly educated slave that this was not the time to make love, this was the time to be raped.  \nAnd so he  \nstruggled, but only enough to stimulate her desire to ravish him, not to disturb her sexual rythm.  \nIn this play he  \nwas the prey animal, stimulating and exciting the predator, his Mistress. In her feral mind, the  \nprey had no hands,  \ndid not embrace the predator. They squealed in fear and despair, as he did, whimpering and  \nsqueaking as she took  \nhim, fighting the desire to clutch at her and cry how much he loved her with all of his might. Her  \nmassive hips  \npumped down on him like a padded jack hammer. She roared and groaned, doing her best to  \nshove his entire  \nbody in her. Her excitement growing, her vagina spurting huge quantities of her pleasure over  \nhis groin. She  \nlifted herself from the couch, hauling his body into the air by her grip on his throat, her claws  \ngrasping his  \nbuttocks as she forced him to serve like a living dildo, pumping him into her as he hung  \nhelplessly from her jaws.  \nShe pumped furiously, throwing him back down and laying atop him, her rear thumping so hard  \nthat the couch  \njumped with every slam of her hips into his.  \n'YES...YOU...FUCKING...PIECE...OF...STEAMING...SHIT!  \nYOU...FUCKING...SPINLESS...PUSSY!'  \nShe roared and came, spurting again and again on him as her hot she bear cum flooded from her.  \nShe gasped and  \ncollapsed, her body heaving, she rolled to the side, puling her slave with her, keeping his still  \nstiff shaft inside  \nher. Cupping his buttocks with her wide paw. She sighed and relaxed.  \n'Mmiss... Mistress...' Cuie managed. He had not been given permission to orgasm, and so was  \nheld at the very  \nedge of ecstacy in exquisite torture, his entire being ready to climax, but being without the will  \nto do so.  \n'Silence, slave.' she said. Not even looking at him.  \nCuies vocal cords failed to function as they had been conditioned to. He was now mute and  \nhelplessly held in the  \nthrose of never ending pre-orgasm.  \nShe rolled back atop him and began to leasurly use him, her hips starting slowly and rising in  \npace as she fucked  \nfor her own satisfaction, using him as a slave should be used, with there own pleasure as not but  \na side effect of  \nthe Mistresses need. She fucked him faster and faster, riding to her own orgasm, grunting and  \ngrowling as she  \nreached and then came, relaxing again. She ignored him, ignored his now insanely stimulated  \nstate. He was  \ntrembling uncontrollably now as the pleasure burned him like a fire, his pre-orgasmic state now  \nan agony of  \necstacy. She waited for a minute and then rolled back atop him, using him as she did before.  \nAgain she came,  \nagain she rested. She smacked him on the ass.  \n'You are disturbing my fucking, slave. Be still!' she commanded. And he lay paralised, his body  \nunresponsive  \nsave for his breathing and his eyes. He could still blink and gasp in orgasmic need, but that was  \nall. She rolled  \natop him and fucked him again. Three more times she took her pleasure. His mistress was a very  \nrandy woman.  \nFinally she stopped in her sixth orgasm and pulled herself off of him. She cuddled him close to  \nher. She looked  \ninto his eyes and gave him a devouring kiss that drew his tongue out in her teeth so that it hung  \ndown as helpless  \nas he was as he lay in her arms.  \n'Speak and move, Cuie.' she allowed. 'Beg me to let you cum.'  \n'Be.. Bbbbeloved!...Mi.. Mis.. Mistress!..' he stammered, 'Passionate... ah! ..Mistress, my heart,  \nmy joy, my love  \nbeyond all others!' he said, his eyes full of need for her, love for his dominating goddess. \"I am  \nnothing without  \nyour hand upon my me, guiding and holding me in your embrace of dominace. My heart is full  \nwith love of my  \nown chains, for I know you hold them. I beg of you to allow me to gift you with my own pitiful  \noffering of my  \nseed that your beautiful womb might know the pleasures of there slavery to it's awesome  \nperfection. I beg it as  \nyour slave, with the love of a slave for his Mistress.' he said, laying his head against her breast  \nand embracing  \nher, shuddering uncontrollably as if electrocuted. His mistress smiled and returned his embrace,  \nstroking his head  \nas she held it to her breast.  \n'Always the amorus and courtly sutor. Hmm, my cuie?' She whispered in his ear. 'You may cum, My slave.'  \nshe said, and gasped as he cried out helplessly, trying his best to stop  \nhimself as he  \nspasmed, his incredibly over exited body attempting to ejaculate six times in a single spurge. It  \nwas so powerful  \nand so large that she groaned as spurt after spurt stimulated her more and more.  \n'Yes Cuie! Give me all of it! Oh yes! Yes Cuie! You Sweet little sex toy! Oh sweet goddess!  \nYes!' she came  \nagain and again, the feel of his helpless super-orgasm bringing her wave afte wave of pleasure.  \nShe squeezed and  \npulled upon him, wanting to consume all of his seed, to rape him of it. Her hungry vagina  \nswallowing it as fast as  \nhe yielded it to her.  \nFinally she relaxed as he petered out. Hugging him close to her.  \n'Thank you, My Mistress. he said from between her breasts totally drained and exctatically pleased..  \n'Ah Cuie... I love you my slave.' she said, lifting his head and kissing him. 'I cannot imagine my  \nlife without  \nyour face looking up at me, without your body beneath mine, without your servitude to me.  \nTruly the Goddess  \nblessed me when she gave birth to you and saw to it that you would be mine.' she reached to the  \ntable and pulled  \nout a small box.  \n'Today, six years ago I purchased you from the slave farm. And so I give you this as reminder of  \nour bonds as  \nMistress and slave.' she said, opening the box and revealing a beautiful nose ring of solid gold,  \nset with sparkling  \npearls and a ruby, it was curved and shaped to resemble the outer labia and clitoris of a female.  \nThe vaginal lips  \nstudded with pearls like female dew, the clitoris one large ruby carved to match his Mistress's  \nown organ.  \n'Happy bondage day, Cuie.' she said, smiling at him with her love radiating from her like a  \nwarm fire.  \nHe laughed and hugged her for all he was worth, to be gifted with such a nose ring on his sixth  \nyear! Such a thing  \nwas a tribute to his service and love for her, a service that she wished to display to all the world,  \nsaying that he  \nwas a good and obedient slave that had won his Mistress's love and affection.  \nShe set the ring in his nose, the piercing being nothing compared to his joyous heart. She stood  \nbehind him, her  \nhands on his shoulders as he stood before the mirror and looked at himself with his new nose  \nring.  \n'It's beautiful, My mistress.' he said, turning to embrace her. 'I love you so much.' tears of joy  \ncoming to his  \neyes.  \n'And I love you, Cuie, my sweet slave. For now and for ever. You are mine.' she said, picking  \nhim up in her  \nstrong arms and carrying him to the bath that waited, there happiness and joy together a thing of  \nbeauty, male and  \nfemale. Mistress and slave.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Well, I hope you liked it. One of my more smutty efforts I'm sure. Still, I liked it quite a bit and I  \nhope it gave  \nyou a twinge other than disgust.  \nWith Respect.  \nThe Iron Basilisk.  \n  \n  \n  \n\n"}