Kinktober: Alex/Maggie One-Shots

Day 10 - Wooden Pony/Disassociating

Day 10 - Wooden Pony/Disassociating

***Trigger Warning: Submissive doesn't use safeword when she needs and disassociates until her domme notices***

The evening had a sharp chill to it as the city skyline glittered beyond the wide windows of Alex's penthouse. Inside, the dim lighting and sleek furniture created a seductive, intimate atmosphere, a stark contrast to what was happening in the middle of the room.

Alex stood in front of the wooden pony, her body tense but her expression resolute. She had pushed herself to this point, her stubborn streak flaring like wildfire, and now she was determined to prove herself. To Maggie. To herself. She could do this. She needed to do this.

Maggie stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching her with a mixture of amusement and concern. The sharp edge of her usual dominance was softened just slightly, but it was still there in the way her eyes gleamed, in the way her lips curved into a faint smile.

"You don't have to do this, Alex," Maggie said, her voice smooth and calm, though laced with that undercurrent of command that always sent a shiver down Alex's spine. "You've got nothing to prove."

Alex shot her a defiant look, her body already trembling with anticipation, though she wasn't about to admit it. "I know what I'm doing," she muttered, her voice thick with determination.

Maggie's gaze darkened slightly, but there was a softness in her eyes, a silent warning that Alex was pushing herself too far. "Are you sure?" Maggie asked quietly, her tone no longer teasing but filled with quiet concern. "You don't need to be a martyr for me, Alex."

Alex bristled at the implication, her stubbornness flaring even brighter. "I'm fine," she snapped, her voice tight. "Just—let me do it."

Maggie's jaw tightened slightly, but she nodded, stepping back to give Alex space. "Alright," she said softly, her eyes never leaving Alex's face. "But I'm not going to let you hurt yourself."

Alex didn't respond, her attention now focused solely on the wooden pony in front of her. It stood tall and unyielding, its narrow, angular surface designed to inflict both discomfort and pain. Alex knew exactly what it was meant to do, knew the kind of challenge it presented, but she was determined. Her body trembled slightly with a mix of fear and anticipation as she positioned herself over the saddle.

Maggie watched her with a quiet intensity, her expression unreadable but the subtle tension in her body betraying her concern. Alex was pushing herself, and Maggie knew it. But she also knew Alex needed this—needed to feel the edge, to test her limits, to prove something to herself. Maggie stepped forward, her eyes locked on Alex's face, and without a word, she reached for the ropes.

Her hands were deliberate, practiced, as she bound Alex's wrists together above her head, securing them tightly to the hook on the ceiling. The soft rope stretched just enough so that Alex was forced onto her tiptoes, her body hovering over the wooden pony, her bare pussy barely resting against the angular surface. The position was excruciatingly precarious, every slight movement sending a jolt of discomfort through Alex's body as the sharp edge of the pony pressed against her sensitive skin.

"Tell me if it's too much," Maggie said softly, her voice a calm anchor in the tension-filled room.

Alex nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she adjusted to the sensation. She could feel the rough surface of the wooden pony brushing against her bare pussy, the dull ache building as her muscles strained to keep herself upright. She wanted this, craved the pain, the challenge. Her mind focused solely on enduring, on proving to herself that she could take it.

Maggie stepped back, her hand trailing over the table beside her, picking up the flogger. She tested its weight in her hand, the soft leather tails brushing against her palm before she turned her attention back to Alex. Slowly, she circled around her, her eyes never leaving Alex's trembling form.