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.

"You want this," Maggie said, her voice low and full of authority, "but we're going to take it slow."

Alex's breath hitched, her muscles already burning from the effort of holding herself up, but she nodded, her body tingling with anticipation. She could hear Maggie's footsteps, the sound of the flogger whispering through the air as she swung it experimentally, the soft leather brushing against Alex's skin in the lightest of touches.

The first strike was gentle, barely more than a tap against Alex's exposed back, the sensation more a caress than a punishment. Alex bit her lip, her breath shaky as she waited for more. Maggie was teasing her, she knew it, but the anticipation made her body ache even more.

"Harder," Alex whispered, her voice strained as she shifted slightly, her toes straining to keep her from sinking fully onto the wooden pony.

Maggie's lips curled into a faint smile. "Not yet," she murmured, bringing the flogger down again, this time with a little more force. The tails snapped lightly against Alex's skin, sending a shiver through her body, but still not enough to satisfy her.

"Please…" Alex's voice trembled with need, her muscles tensing as she fought to keep her balance, to avoid sinking fully onto the pony.

Maggie took her time, each strike with the flogger slow and deliberate, the sensation building with each one. Alex's body burned, her skin tingling where the leather tails had left their mark, but the real pain came from the effort of staying on her toes, her muscles quivering with the strain. The wooden pony pressed harder against her pussy every time she faltered, the sharp edge digging into her sensitive skin, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

"Harder," Alex gasped, her voice desperate now. "Maggie, please…"

Maggie's eyes narrowed, and she obliged. The next strike was harder, the flogger snapping against Alex's back with a sharp crack, sending a jolt of pain through her body. Alex moaned, her body trembling as the sensation washed over her, her muscles screaming from the effort of holding herself up.

Again, Maggie swung the flogger, the leather tails biting into Alex's skin with more force this time. Alex's body jerked with each strike, her toes curling as she struggled to stay upright, the pain intensifying with every second. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling violently as Maggie pushed her closer and closer to her limit.

"Is this what you wanted?" Maggie asked, her voice low and filled with dark amusement. "To be pushed this far?"

Alex moaned softly, her body on fire, her muscles shaking uncontrollably. "Yes," she gasped. "Harder…"

Maggie delivered another blow, the hardest yet, and Alex cried out, her body trembling as the pain exploded through her. The sharp edge of the wooden pony dug into her pussy, the pressure unbearable, but she held on, refusing to give in, her body shaking as she begged for more.

But then something shifted.

Maggie's eyes sharpened, her movements slowing as she observed the change in Alex. Alex's breath became erratic, her body trembling not just from the pain, but from something deeper. Her eyes, once filled with defiance and need, began to glaze over, her mind drifting somewhere else.

Maggie's heart skipped a beat. She knew that look.

"Alex?" Maggie's voice softened, the authority in her tone replaced with quiet concern. She stepped closer, her hand resting gently on Alex's trembling arm. "Alex, talk to me."

Alex didn't respond. Her breath came in short, shallow bursts, her body shaking violently as her mind seemed to disconnect from the scene. Maggie's heart clenched, her instincts kicking in as she realized what was happening.

"Alex," Maggie said firmly, her hand cupping Alex's chin, forcing her to look up. "Look at me. Come back to me."

Alex's eyes fluttered, her body still trembling as the dissociation began to take hold. Maggie cursed under her breath, quickly untying Alex's wrists, pulling her down from the wooden pony with swift but gentle movements. Alex collapsed into her arms, her legs giving out beneath her as the pain and exhaustion finally overwhelmed her.

"I've got you," Maggie whispered, cradling Alex's trembling body against her chest. "You're safe. You're okay."

Alex's breath came in ragged gasps, her body shaking uncontrollably as Maggie held her, whispering soft reassurances into her ear. The overwhelming sensation, the pain, the need to push herself—it had all been too much. She had gone too far, and now she was paying the price.

Maggie sat down on the floor, pulling Alex into her lap, holding her close as she stroked her hair, her touch soft and soothing. "It's okay," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth. "You don't have to push yourself like this."

Alex's breath began to slow, her body still trembling but gradually relaxing in Maggie's arms. She leaned into Maggie's touch, her eyes fluttering closed as the tension slowly began to fade.

"I'm sorry," Alex whispered, her voice barely audible.

Maggie shook her head, pressing a soft kiss to Alex's temple. "You don't need to apologize," she said softly. "But you need to tell me when it's too much. I'm here to take care of you, remember?"

Alex nodded weakly, her body still trembling slightly as she clung to Maggie. "I… I just wanted to prove I could handle it," she whispered, her voice shaky.

Maggie sighed softly, stroking Alex's hair. "You don't have to prove anything to me," she murmured. "You're strong, Alex. But strength isn't about pushing yourself until you break. It's about knowing when to stop. And I'll always be here to help you with that."

Alex let out a shaky breath, her body slowly relaxing into Maggie's embrace. She knew Maggie was right, knew she had pushed herself too far. But in Maggie's arms, she felt safe, cared for, and that was enough for now.

Maggie held her close, her fingers gently tracing patterns on Alex's back as she whispered soft reassurances, grounding her in the present, reminding her that she wasn't alone. The intensity of the scene had passed, but the connection between them remained, stronger than ever.

"I've got you," Maggie whispered again, her voice filled with quiet affection. "I'll always have you."