# Her little pony

Author: Iron Basilisk
Tags: Bear, M/F, Pony

This one started as an argument about the standard belif that a female mistreas in a D/s roll would  
aways strive to make her sub's life a living hell just for the fun of it. and any world that allowed  
females to rise to the top would be a terrible place for a male to live, i belived that this could  
not always be the case and was  
challeneged to give an example. That disscussion became this story.  
WARNING! contains graphic sex acts and slimy things like that between two concenting people.  
Her Little Pony.  
A tail of a sex pet, By the Iron Basilisk.  
  
  
Cuie the slave busied himself with the preparations for diner, he finished the salad and began the  
setting of the  
table. The main course was finished and he only had to wait for his Mistress to return home. He  
sat in his slave  
bed at the foot of his mistresses recliner and opened the book she had gifted him on his twentieth  
birthday, The  
Domestication of the Male. By Professor Julia Draw. It was of considerable import to him,  
because the book  
contained the reasons why he was a slave, and why all males were slaves, the property of the  
women of the  
world, and how this all came to be.  
It seemed that in the past century, the peoples of the world came very close to wiping all life  
from there world,  
endless wars. (A thing not even known or imaginable today.) Raged across the planet,  
decimating so many that  
the world's population dwindled to almost nothing. The last and final indignity was heaped on  
humanity then by a  
government that had ceased to exist, the Chinimra virus. A genetic recombinant virus that first  
attacked animal  
hosts, giving them nothing but a cold, then it passed on to the next animal, each time it took with  
it a cross  
section of that animal's genetics and incorporated into it's own code. When it encountered a  
human being, nothing  
but a cold happened until the virus had infected that person with a critical mass of different  
strains of the virus,  
then it forced the stored data in it's cells to replicate using the bodies own healing abilities  
against it, replacing  
the human cells with ones that consisted of hundreds of different genes from animals. The  
insuring mutations  
were unstable and killed thousands as there bodies mutated into half human half animal hybrids,  
the remaining  
medical capability of the world turned to work feverishly on a way to stop the disease, but the  
disease only struck  
when it had reached the point of a massive infestation that insured that the victim would be  
affected. There was  
no way to stop it because it appeared in every way to be nothing more than a cold virus in it's  
component pieces.  
The only hope they had was to find a way from preventing the virus from killing it's host, and  
that proved doable.  
The virus was halted when all of humanity was infected and therefor could not be reinfected, but  
humanity it self  
was no more. They were animal people, ranging from aardvarks to zebras, there bodies half man  
and half beast. It  
was a terrible blow to the remainder of humanity, how could they recover if the were not even  
human anymore?  
Things looked sure for the end of humanity out of despair until A professor of psychology came  
forward, she  
spoke out, telling people not to hate the animal that they had become, but to learn what there  
animal side had to  
offer them. The animals were humanities brothers and sisters, the closest kin they had, this is  
how it had always  
been, and how it always should be. That people should not look upon the animal side of them as  
a curse, but look  
and see what the animal brought to there union, what abilities they had gained thru the joining of  
man and beast.  
Greater strength, greater speed, eyes that could pierce the night, ears that could sense the  
slightest sound, a sense  
of smell that could garner the tale of the wind. Fur to shield them from the cold, scales to protect  
them from  
harm. Hooves, claws and even wings were now theirs, where people before had dreamed of  
being one with the  
animals they loved, for them, it was a reality. The Professor managed virtually single handedly  
to get humanity to  
accept themselves as what they had become, showing them that there lives were not over. She  
was hailed as the  
greatest hero humanity had seen in generations and was accorded near sainthood by the people.  
It was not long  
after that when she again came forward, this time with a dramatic theory that concluded that the  
entire fault lay  
on the males highly aggressive nature. His overgrown need to fight and conquer all around him.  
She stated that  
this was not his fault, that in ancient times, such aggression was not only necessary, but was the  
only real reason  
that mankind survived. What she did blame was the social idea that males had to be in charge,  
that females had to  
follow. Both behaviors reinforced the other until the normally moderating force of female  
decision making upon  
the male consciousness dwindled to nothing and the male ran unchecked. Unfortunately she also  
found that males  
had been selectively chosen for there aggressive traits for generations by unknowing females,  
thus making the  
entire gene pool almost completely full of these aggressive genes that would continue to plague  
the world and her  
people. The theory was at first rejected on the face of it, but many, especially females considered  
her work. And  
even many male psychologists and sociologists began to agree with her assertions. All too soon  
the females of the  
remaining populace began to rise up and attempt to overthrow the male dominated powers, they  
were rather  
surprised when the males in many cases gave in without a struggle, there attitude being, "Go  
ahead, try. See if  
you can do any better." but this was lost on the angry and distraught females who had seen so  
many of there  
friends and love ones die in the wars, soon, males were thrown into prison for the crime of being  
male, talk of  
everything from labotimization to outright castration was heard, but the good professor stepped  
forward and  
spoke on behalf of the males, saying that, yes, the males bore the seeds of the worlds destruction,  
but look at the  
females now, did not they carry the guns and inflict hardship upon another simply because they  
thought they were  
different? And did not they too share the blame for how things were? They outnumbered the  
males, and always  
had. Even though they could have voted them out of office, or overthrew there corrupt  
governments, they never  
did. They chose the same path that there males had chosen, going willingly down the path that  
they had reached,  
together. Would they now say that the males, and they alone were to blame when they could  
have stopped it all  
along? She admitted that the males needed to be controlled, and firmly controlled, but the  
females could not just  
arbitrarily cause them suffering, why? Because the males would fight them, already they  
gathered under the  
banners of war, and no female force could hope to stand against a berserk, well trained army of  
men who  
believed there only choices were death or castration! Would they choose to plunge the planet  
into yet another war  
when there were so very few of them left? And a war that would certainly result in the death of  
there remaining  
males? For if they were all lost, even with artificial insemination, the gene pool would become  
narrower and  
narrower until there was so little variance in it that any small disease or virus that swept thru  
would slaughter  
them all. Violence was not the way of a woman, healing, caring, nurturing, that was a woman's  
way. She had a  
plan, but they must abide by it. Or, she had stated, she would do whatever it took to defend the  
males, who were  
there fathers, brothers and sons. The females listened, and they agreed. The males were released,  
their property  
and possessions returned to them, all except control of the government, which the females kept.  
Things got better after that, the people ate better and lived better, but what of the professors  
plan? She assemble  
teams that struck one town at a time, coming in the night and snatching all the males with skill  
and efficiency,  
there was little alarm all the way up to the end, for the various parts of the world had little  
communications and  
no direct connections that were not in the hands of the government. What happened to the  
males? They were  
taken to slave training camps where they were mentally and physically conditioned to serve the  
female populace.  
Sounds horrible, doesn't it? But you see, it was no where near as bad as that. The methods used  
to coerce the  
males to slavery involved the device known as the Leash. The Leash was a unique device that  
was like a reward  
stick, rather than a punishment one, rather than being used to injure of inflict pain, it was used to  
reward and  
please. The device radiated a precisely controlled signal that activated the collar that the male  
wore, no simple  
neck piece this, it was a highly sophisticated device that was plugged into the males spinal  
column, this allowed  
the wielder of the leash to command the body of the person wearing the collar to experience  
anything from a  
warm pat to a screaming orgasm. The males could take pain, agony, torture or depravation.  
Nature had well  
equipped them to live in a world of suffering, but nothing in evolution prepared them for facing  
infinite pleasure.  
The females used this device to enact a training method that came to be known as "Erection  
Reining" The males  
were broken by serving and then being rewarded with sexual pleasure in the form of eather  
copulation or the  
female manually stimulating him with her hand. This was all done in public with hundreds of  
other male slaves  
and female trainers about them, depriving them of any sense of private needs, emotions or drives  
while rewarding  
them for the loss at the same time. The slaves were taught to refocus there own needs for  
pleasure, learning to  
attach the pleasure of the female to there own, so much so that a male could easily drive himself  
to orgasm by  
serving his Mistress orally, or by being used as a foot rest, or what have you. The important part  
was that she was  
using him, and that was enough for him to be pleased sexually. The males were then taught to  
think of  
themselves as bright animals, rather than full human beings. This was not hard, considering the  
methods used and  
the fact that they did resemble the animals they were being taught to become. This put the  
female on a higher  
plane of evolution from the male who was her slave, she being the pinnacle of evolution, and he  
being a lower  
order. This enhanced the desired image the female's were trying to create, that of beloved pet  
and not a being that  
was capable of living without there owners protection and love. This was enforced by  
encouraging the males to  
display there ecstacy and inevitable ejaculations as an animal would, openly, publicly, and  
ecstatically, learning  
in this ruthless and pleasant manner to forgo there idea of what a male was and instead become a  
biddable animal  
that had no need or desire for possessions, clothing, or power, instead becoming her willing and  
lovingly obedient  
chattel who only required a firm hand and the love of his Mistress. But the good Professor had  
one more  
contribution to make, she decided that no woman was properly qualified to be a slave owner. A  
woman simply  
could not be expected to take possession of a slave without proper training in there care and  
domestication. This  
included the proper forms of discipline, slave care and feeding, tending to the well being of a  
slave, and the  
necessary specialized psychology of the male slave and how to insure a benign and peaceful  
domination of there  
property. The females found themselves engrossed in a two year program of advanced slave  
mastery, just as the  
males were forced to endure two years of intensive training in slavery itself. The Professor  
thought that since the  
female was a creature of warmth and concern, that it was these traits that the female must use to  
leash the male,  
and so they literally loved the males into slavery, rewarding obedience and devotion with the  
leash's ecstacy and  
there own. It was no secret that the males were to be used for sex, the females were extensively  
educated in how  
to have sex as a slave owner, and how to properly take one's pleasure from a slave. Including  
how to make that  
slave love it, and love her for taking it from him. Under this unorthodox and skilled assault, the  
males found  
themselves all too quickly kneeling at the females feet, there heart's leaping in joy as they were  
sold off to there  
Mistresses. In addition to this program of education, the female was reworked from her core.  
She was given  
advanced genetic therapy that caused her to become larger, stronger and easily the physical, as  
well as  
psychological Mistress of the male. This was viewed as essential, the male should not be able to  
find that he was  
greater than the female in anything, if he did, his natural desire to dominate might resurface. The  
most severe  
reaction of these was the physical. The male was inclined to seek to dominate if there was any  
doubt as to who  
was the stronger. And so, the females on average stood two feet taller than the males, often with  
heavily muscled  
builds. This sort of thing displeased many females who wished not to look like a muscle bound  
monster. And so  
they developed a way to increase the female's strength by increasing the cellular density of her  
muscle tissue and  
bone. This meant that a lithe, sleek gazelle could pick up her mate with one hand and carry him  
like a toy. This  
led to the habit of females simply picking up and cuddling there mates whenever the mood took  
them. A thing  
the males soon learned to delight in. In little time, the way of the world was that males belonged  
in the home,  
preferably under there Mistresses serving there pleasure. The world healed, war became a thing  
of the past, the  
females had no suppressed anger or anxiety, for there loyal slaves dissipated it with the simple  
act of serving as  
her slave, making every female feel special and important. This meant the normal desire to  
increase one's wealth  
and ones power never formed, for the female ruled absolutely in her home over a kingdom of  
one. Weapons were  
abandoned as the female world woke, the males kneeling beside them, waiting to serve.  
Advancements in science  
and technology rose to incredible levels, one would think that this would not be the case, with  
half the populace  
being slaves. But remember, the females had been well trained in both ethics as well as slave  
mastery. They  
allowed there slaves to study and work at home thru the advanced interface devices that they had  
developed, but  
now they were under the watchful eye of feminine rule. No ideas of war or conflict of any type  
were allowed, the  
wars of the past were erased, it being believed that it was the admiration of such events that led  
to the next war  
and the next. The males wrote great novels and created wondrous works of art, invented  
miraculous technologies,  
there previous aggressive tenancies finally re-channeled into the work of advancing all life under  
the gentle and  
firm female hand. The great professor who had begun all of this finally died of old age at one  
hundred and seven,  
her final words being, 'I am the first female ever to die that could say that I am proud of my  
world, without  
reservation. Honor my son's, my daughters for there sacrificed freedom and lost self will that  
saved us all. Hold  
them with a firm and compassionate hand. Reward them with all the love you have, but always  
remember who is  
the Mistress and who is the slave, or I fear the ghost of the past will return to destroy once  
again.' Humanity  
mourned the loss of there greatest leader and faced the new day alone. Humanities history was  
gone and they  
began anew as a new people, a new hope.  
  

   
Cuie closed the book as the door opened, he rushed to the door and saw his beloved mistress, she  
was a huge  
grizzly bear type with the added features of a large proud pair of bovine horns jutting from the  
sides of her head,  
as well as taking after the bovine type in the mammary department, possessing two huge, multi  
nippled breasts  
that were inadequately contained in her blouse. She stood easily nine feet high, dwarfing Cuie's  
own five and a  
half. He threw himself at her feet and embraced her massive thigh.  
'I welcome you home, my beloved mistress. Name your will for I am here to serve with all my  
heart.' he said as  
he snuggled with her thigh.  
'Ah, Cuie. Your obedience and happiness at the sight of me warms my heart." she said, stroking  
his head. 'I am  
desperately in need of a slave's devotion right about now. Come and attend. I wish to be  
undressed.' she  
commanded.  
Cuie dutifully removed his mistress's clothing and stacked them neatly to the side. He then knelt  
at her feet and  
waited.  
'I shall have a bath, see to it.' she said.  
Cuie smiled and raced to the bathroom and began filling the tub with water. Soon the tub was  
full and he added  
the proper scented oils and herbs that he felt appropriate. He, after all, being a very well trained  
slave and knew  
exactly what should be done to aid his Mistress to relax. He then returned and knelt as his  
Mistress's side.  
'Your bath is ready, my Mistress.' he pronounced.  
'It can wait for a moment, slave. Become erect.' she said.  
Her slave's penis sprang up at her command, he had been specially mentally conditioned to only  
become erect  
when his Mistress wished it. He could play with himself all he wished but could not become  
erect or ejaculate  
without her permission. Females almost universally believed that there slaves should only  
ejaculate there seed for  
there rightful owners, there sperm being just as much their possession as the rest of the slave  
was, and so they  
conditioned there slaves to only become erect and to ejaculate upon command. This meant that  
the slave's  
ejaculation was now a treat, a reward used to cozen the slave into good and obedient behavior.  
But it was realized  
that the slave could suffer unduly from lack of sexual fulfillment and abuse of this ability. And  
so they placed a  
regulation that governed it in the roles of a Mistresses responsibility, a slave was lawfully  
allowed to ejaculate a  
minimum of once every day, and no more than sixty times a week. Cuie, however, like most  
slaves, had no real  
problems. His mistress liked sex, a lot. She had, how ever, been given a small fine once for using  
him sixty four  
times in one week, and though he had enjoyed the lust of his mistress, he agreed that sixty was  
about the limit. He  
had been rather sore after. The data on how many times he had been used and his general  
condition was stored in  
the technological wonder that was his slave collar. It not only detected how many times he had  
spooged, it  
detected weather or not he was depressed, unhappy, in serious physical trauma, or what have  
you. All of this data  
was stored on the main house computer and would be transmitted to the Office of Slave  
Management where they  
would analyze it and see if any changes or work needed to be done on him.  
His mistress pulled him up in her lap and kissed him, an he eagerly returned the kiss, running his  
hands over her  
huge, plump body, her massive breasts, her soft belly. A standard rule was, that if a slave was  
brought into  
physical contact with his Mistress, then that slave may, if they wish, display whatever affections  
that are  
appropriate for him to do so under the circumstances unless his mistress specifically told him not  
to. His mistress  
was naked, in there home, and she had pulled him in physical closeness without bidding him be  
still. So anything  
went. And he took advantage of it, fondling her body and cuddling up to her. Females loved  
foreplay, and so had  
conditioned there slaves to perform it passionately. A male was programmed to reach a  
heightened sexual state  
very easily, basically reaching a nearly drugged state as his own body flooded him with pleasure  
endorphin that  
gave him a burst of pleasure just to touch his Mistress, just to serve her. These chemicals were  
addictive to a  
slight degree, causing the male to want to serve, to touch, to play with his Mistress. The pleasure  
he received in  
doing so was rather remarkable, being very akin to sex itself, nearly orgasmic in it's power and  
reach. So as he  
cuddled with her, his eyes glazed, his pulse quickened and he shuddered at her very touch. Her  
smell, her fur, all  
combining to send him into a blissful trance. She stroked him, pulling him in deeper and deeper  
into her power.  
He kissed her breast, rubbing his lips against her fat, soft nipple.  
'Serve me with your tongue, slave.' she said, kissing him on the brow.  
'Yes, my Mistress!' he gushed in passionate subserviance, crouching on the couch as she  
lifted a leg over him  
and presented her vagina to him. He kissed her sex reverently, gently touching her with his  
tongue, playing with  
her lips with his own, exciting her to begin lubricating. He then plunged his tongue into her, it  
being pierced with  
seven rings that ran right down the center of it, running thru so that a nub stuck out on top and  
bottom. The  
passage of these rings into her were designed to stimulate both her g-spot and her entire passage  
at once. He plied  
it with all of his excessive skill and training, nuzzling her citrous with the tiny beads sown into  
his upper lip,  
placed there to enhance this very act. She sighed in pleasure as he slave served her, groaning as  
he used his well  
trained tongue to please and delight her.  
'Yes, Cuie.... yes!...... Oh Cuie, my sweet little slave!.... make me cum! Oh yes!' she moaned as  
she reached her  
climax, she, being a very well educated Mistress, knew how to have true, powerful and fulfilling  
orgasms, and so  
it was no surprise when she gushed like a punctured quart of milk all over him, depositing her  
slave's reward on  
his face and tongue.  
Cuie cleaned her sex gently with his mouth, eliciting a few shudders of remembered ecstacy  
from her. He then  
kissed her nether lips again with the reverence of an abject lover and lifted his head to look at  
her.  
'Thank you, my beloved Mistress.' he intoned. 'For giving me the chance to bring you pleasure.'  
She smiled down at him and caressed his head. 'You are welcome, my slave. That was very nice,  
as always.' she  
said. 'You are a very good cunt licker, you sexy little whore.'  
Cuie giggled and snuggled into her groin. He loved it when she called him names. It was all part  
of there little  
way of giving each other pleasure.  
'Now I think it's time for the Mistress to fuck her cunt licking little slut.' she said, hauling him  
up onto the couch  
and tossing him down while he giggled and squirmed. 'Oh? You want to be troublesome, eh?  
Mmm? You little  
fucking bitch! Well! Then I will just have to rape you!' she said. Pinning him down with her  
strong paws and  
hauling him beneath her, roaring and clawing at him in mock rage, chewing on his head and  
shoulders with  
gentile bites. 'I'm going to fuck you and then im going to fuck you some more and then im going  
to eat your ass  
after if fuck you to death! Come here! You worthless sack of shit! Gimmie that tiny pecker!' she  
grabbed his  
swollen pony cock, it being not only large, but made precisely to his mistresses requirements.  
Since she was close  
to a thousand pounds of bear woman, it was actually a very big member that would poke his own  
eye out or beat  
him unconscious if he ran with a hard on, it's head being as large as a grapefruit. But she always  
referred to it as  
'tiny'. She pressed his penis head to her cunt and slid him into her vagina, it already well  
lubricated by his  
tongue. She enveloped his body in her huge arms and grunted rhythmically as she fucked him.  
She buried her  
fangs in his throat, that part of him being specially thickened, the jugular shielded and the  
esophagus reinforced  
to withstand her jaws after she had cut him accidentally one intense session of taking her  
pleasure. She loved the  
fact that she could tear at his throat as much as she wished without hurting him and yanked on  
him,  
thrashing his head back and forth in the grip of her jaws as her buttocks pounded his groin. He  
did not touch her  
with his hands, instead thrashing beneath her as if terrified and trying to escape. He knew, being  
a well trained  
and sutibly educated slave that this was not the time to make love, this was the time to be raped.  
And so he  
struggled, but only enough to stimulate her desire to ravish him, not to disturb her sexual rythm.  
In this play he  
was the prey animal, stimulating and exciting the predator, his Mistress. In her feral mind, the  
prey had no hands,  
did not embrace the predator. They squealed in fear and despair, as he did, whimpering and  
squeaking as she took  
him, fighting the desire to clutch at her and cry how much he loved her with all of his might. Her  
massive hips  
pumped down on him like a padded jack hammer. She roared and groaned, doing her best to  
shove his entire  
body in her. Her excitement growing, her vagina spurting huge quantities of her pleasure over  
his groin. She  
lifted herself from the couch, hauling his body into the air by her grip on his throat, her claws  
grasping his  
buttocks as she forced him to serve like a living dildo, pumping him into her as he hung  
helplessly from her jaws.  
She pumped furiously, throwing him back down and laying atop him, her rear thumping so hard  
that the couch  
jumped with every slam of her hips into his.  
'YES...YOU...FUCKING...PIECE...OF...STEAMING...SHIT!  
YOU...FUCKING...SPINLESS...PUSSY!'  
She roared and came, spurting again and again on him as her hot she bear cum flooded from her.  
She gasped and  
collapsed, her body heaving, she rolled to the side, puling her slave with her, keeping his still  
stiff shaft inside  
her. Cupping his buttocks with her wide paw. She sighed and relaxed.  
'Mmiss... Mistress...' Cuie managed. He had not been given permission to orgasm, and so was  
held at the very  
edge of ecstacy in exquisite torture, his entire being ready to climax, but being without the will  
to do so.  
'Silence, slave.' she said. Not even looking at him.  
Cuies vocal cords failed to function as they had been conditioned to. He was now mute and  
helplessly held in the  
throse of never ending pre-orgasm.  
She rolled back atop him and began to leasurly use him, her hips starting slowly and rising in  
pace as she fucked  
for her own satisfaction, using him as a slave should be used, with there own pleasure as not but  
a side effect of  
the Mistresses need. She fucked him faster and faster, riding to her own orgasm, grunting and  
growling as she  
reached and then came, relaxing again. She ignored him, ignored his now insanely stimulated  
state. He was  
trembling uncontrollably now as the pleasure burned him like a fire, his pre-orgasmic state now  
an agony of  
ecstacy. She waited for a minute and then rolled back atop him, using him as she did before.  
Again she came,  
again she rested. She smacked him on the ass.  
'You are disturbing my fucking, slave. Be still!' she commanded. And he lay paralised, his body  
unresponsive  
save for his breathing and his eyes. He could still blink and gasp in orgasmic need, but that was  
all. She rolled  
atop him and fucked him again. Three more times she took her pleasure. His mistress was a very  
randy woman.  
Finally she stopped in her sixth orgasm and pulled herself off of him. She cuddled him close to  
her. She looked  
into his eyes and gave him a devouring kiss that drew his tongue out in her teeth so that it hung  
down as helpless  
as he was as he lay in her arms.  
'Speak and move, Cuie.' she allowed. 'Beg me to let you cum.'  
'Be.. Bbbbeloved!...Mi.. Mis.. Mistress!..' he stammered, 'Passionate... ah! ..Mistress, my heart,  
my joy, my love  
beyond all others!' he said, his eyes full of need for her, love for his dominating goddess. "I am  
nothing without  
your hand upon my me, guiding and holding me in your embrace of dominace. My heart is full  
with love of my  
own chains, for I know you hold them. I beg of you to allow me to gift you with my own pitiful  
offering of my  
seed that your beautiful womb might know the pleasures of there slavery to it's awesome  
perfection. I beg it as  
your slave, with the love of a slave for his Mistress.' he said, laying his head against her breast  
and embracing  
her, shuddering uncontrollably as if electrocuted. His mistress smiled and returned his embrace,  
stroking his head  
as she held it to her breast.  
'Always the amorus and courtly sutor. Hmm, my cuie?' She whispered in his ear. 'You may cum, My slave.'  
she said, and gasped as he cried out helplessly, trying his best to stop  
himself as he  
spasmed, his incredibly over exited body attempting to ejaculate six times in a single spurge. It  
was so powerful  
and so large that she groaned as spurt after spurt stimulated her more and more.  
'Yes Cuie! Give me all of it! Oh yes! Yes Cuie! You Sweet little sex toy! Oh sweet goddess!  
Yes!' she came  
again and again, the feel of his helpless super-orgasm bringing her wave afte wave of pleasure.  
She squeezed and  
pulled upon him, wanting to consume all of his seed, to rape him of it. Her hungry vagina  
swallowing it as fast as  
he yielded it to her.  
Finally she relaxed as he petered out. Hugging him close to her.  
'Thank you, My Mistress. he said from between her breasts totally drained and exctatically pleased..  
'Ah Cuie... I love you my slave.' she said, lifting his head and kissing him. 'I cannot imagine my  
life without  
your face looking up at me, without your body beneath mine, without your servitude to me.  
Truly the Goddess  
blessed me when she gave birth to you and saw to it that you would be mine.' she reached to the  
table and pulled  
out a small box.  
'Today, six years ago I purchased you from the slave farm. And so I give you this as reminder of  
our bonds as  
Mistress and slave.' she said, opening the box and revealing a beautiful nose ring of solid gold,  
set with sparkling  
pearls and a ruby, it was curved and shaped to resemble the outer labia and clitoris of a female.  
The vaginal lips  
studded with pearls like female dew, the clitoris one large ruby carved to match his Mistress's  
own organ.  
'Happy bondage day, Cuie.' she said, smiling at him with her love radiating from her like a  
warm fire.  
He laughed and hugged her for all he was worth, to be gifted with such a nose ring on his sixth  
year! Such a thing  
was a tribute to his service and love for her, a service that she wished to display to all the world,  
saying that he  
was a good and obedient slave that had won his Mistress's love and affection.  
She set the ring in his nose, the piercing being nothing compared to his joyous heart. She stood  
behind him, her  
hands on his shoulders as he stood before the mirror and looked at himself with his new nose  
ring.  
'It's beautiful, My mistress.' he said, turning to embrace her. 'I love you so much.' tears of joy  
coming to his  
eyes.  
'And I love you, Cuie, my sweet slave. For now and for ever. You are mine.' she said, picking  
him up in her  
strong arms and carrying him to the bath that waited, there happiness and joy together a thing of  
beauty, male and  
female. Mistress and slave.  
  

  Well, I hope you liked it. One of my more smutty efforts I'm sure. Still, I liked it quite a bit and I  
hope it gave  
you a twinge other than disgust.  
With Respect.  
The Iron Basilisk.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/ZmMjL5Dn