To the bedroom!

The bed which had been delivered to you had many features in its design. Its frame was made of hardy iron, the bars which form the delicate twists of the backboard alone nearly as thick as your arm and sporting several extra legs beneath for added support. As for the body, it had been subject to countless rigorous tests beneath tensile machines meant to assess the strength of some heavy machinery. The mattress alone was a triumph of science, declining the memory foam in favour of a soft mattress with nearly twice the springs as normal, and fabric thicker than usual without sacrificing any of the shock absorption.

This is fortunate, for the bed was specifically designed with anthros like Nightmare in mind. You are not aware of this, but you pray it is so as the door to the bedroom is kicked open, practically splintering on the wall as Nightmare carries you inside bridal style. She throws you on the bed, where you bounce twice before coming to rest.

Head reeling from the sudden charge up the stairs, you watch with incomprehension as the horse morph maneuvers casually about the bed. “Ah pet,” she murmurs, coming up alongside you, a hand slowly stroking your hair as she leans over, her breasts pressing towards you like a silent demand. The Horse morph smiles the lazy smile of the victor, and you dare not look to see what she’s doing when she grasps your hand. “I said you’d regret challenging me to a wrestling match. Well…” There is the sudden sound of fabric rubbing sharply against itself. “Here’s where you start suffering.”

She pulls away leaving you to look at what she’d done. Your hand is stretched away, a scarf tied about your wrist and connecting it to the bed post. “Is that silk?” you remark in amazement.

“It is,” Nightmare says in mild surprise as she stretches your leg out to the bottom post. “I’m surprised you noticed.”

Taking a moment, you flex your wrist and leg. Though you can still move, it’s only to the degree to leave you comfortable. “Well,” you began as she starts tying your other leg, “I’m a little too. I expected handcuffs or something, not silk.”

Nightmare chuckles as she tightened your leg securely. “I can’t stand handcuffs. Metal is so impersonal.” You can’t help but nod at that. Looking at your silk bindings, you find it unmistakeably fitting that such as they are used in your first night together. Not something as rigid as steel; but coaxing, pleasurable and nonetheless demanding. The feel of their binding and smoothness against your skin is already helping make you hard.

You are broken from your reverie at your mistress’s voice. “Besides,” she continues, running a palm along your leg, making you shiver in desire, “there’s just something so…sensual, about red on black.” You yelp as she lightly slaps your thigh, a red mark briefly appearing in the shape of a hand. With a whinnying laugh Nightmare sets about securing your last arm. “There.” She takes a step back and admires her handiwork. “All done. Can you move?”

Spread eagle on the bed, you wriggle as well as you can. Though your position is not uncomfortable, you are securely tied to the four posters of the bed. You are at her mercy, and couldn’t be happier. “No,” you inform her, trailing your eyes to her. “I’m pretty…securely…” you trail off with a gulp. Nightmare has begun to move again, her eyes burning with a desire you haven’t seen with such intensity before. Stopping at the foot of the bed, she slowly climbs over the railing, the mattress dipping at her weight. You become acutely aware of your own helplessness as the horse-morph crawls across the sheets like a massive shadow, her every muscle bared in her nudity, and your position making you acutely aware of them.

“Really?” Nightmare breathes, her hand sliding forward between the V of your legs. You gasp as she cups the weight of your balls in her hand, slowly rolling them between her fingers. She seems to be weighing them, as though considering their value to her. Evidently they have a great deal as her gentle ministrations bring you to a rock hard erection. Her smile is sultry and her nipples harden in sympathy to your erection. “I see,” she observes calmly, retrieving her hand. “Then you can’t stop me from doing…this?”

You gasp as her tongue strokes the underside of your cock. “N…no,” you groan as she flicks the tip before running the gauntlet once more as though she were enjoying a popsicle.

“Oh really?” she breathes, her breath tickling the sensitive skin. “How about…this!” In a sudden move she engulfs you in her mouth, easily consuming your length in a single gulp. This time you cannot even answer, only able to groan in ecstasy. Nightmare begins to bob, slurping your cock greedily and cheeks hollowing. You buck your hips, trying to drive more into the warm tunnel of her mouth, but a hand gently pressed down on your pelvis. The ease she immobilizes you, once more proving her strength against your own, makes you grow even harder and pant at her ministrations.

Beneath such pleasure you don’t stand a chance, yet just as you are about to cum, she abruptly pulls away.

“Nooo,” you whine plaintively before you can stop yourself.

Nightmare chuckles throatily, eying you with amusement. “Aww. What’s wrong Pet?”

“I was so close…”

“Well Pet, as I explained, this is for my pleasure, not yours. Oh my,” Nightmare says in mock amazement. “Is my precious Pet pouting?”

Face burning at the chiding tone, you shake your head. “No.” You wince at the slight tone of complaint which sneaks its way into your voice.

Nightmare chuckles and pats your leg affectionately. “I’m sorry Pet. But you didn’t have permission to cum.” Any retort is lost as with baited breath you watch Nightmare slowly straddles your waist. Your cock twitches, as though able to sense the warmth of the anthro’s pussy floating mere inches above it.

Riveted, you stare as Nightmare slowly runs her tongue along your chest, licking up to your nipples and, after a short playful flick running forth to your shoulder. There she raises her head and looks you deep in the eyes, compelling your gaze into hers like a snake charmer. She smiles. “And if you did cum. We’d have to wait even longer for this part.”

In an instant she has pressed her lips to yours, forcing your head back against the pillow as her tongue invades your mouth. You can taste yourself as you wrestle for dominance, a fight you quickly lose as her hips suddenly fall, impaling herself on you.

Moaning, you are helpless against this onslaught. Her lower body, tuned to perfection, relentlessly pounds you into the bed, her love juices streaming from her honeypot and her pussy sucking your cock into her tight depths. All you can do is meekly follow her rhythm, your tongue dancing with hers, never breaking apart except when in need of air before she pillages your mouth again. Her hands grip your wrists and squeeze, the silk rubbing against you as you rise and fall beneath the horse-morph.

Never have you experienced sex like this, an active participant in having your body bound and used by this dominant goddess. Tied down, at another’s complete mercy. Groans are met with growls as Nightmare uses you, the **** of sex even greater than that of the wrestling ring.

Suddenly breaking apart, coated in sweat, you gasp her name. “Nightmare. Oh mistress. Hah…Mistress. I’m…I’m so close. Mistress.”

Nightmare smiles and leans in close. “Cum Pet,” she orders breathlessly. “Cum for me.”

With an exultant cry she captures in another kiss, you do so, Nightmare groaning against your lips as her own climax arrives moments later. Your seed rushes into her depths, she riding it out with a long drawn out moan. It’s fittingly a gradual descent from such a height, Nightmare gently riding you until at last coming to rest. Thin chest heaving, you whimper as Nightmare rises to release your sensitive cock.

The ebony horse-moprh slowly rolls off you and onto her side, something you are grateful for. Her weight would have proved very uncomfortable in such a position. Smiling indulgently, your mistress reaches out and runs a hand along your face. “Mmm…Well done Pet,” she breathes. “Well done. You managed to survive our first session of the evening.”

“There’s more!” you gasp in horror.