Mistress little servant


                                            >Story tags: Non-consensual foalcon (mare on colt), sadism, abuse, forced diaper usage (with chastity cage), pee drinking (in reference only), anal rape (stallion on colt sex), cunnilingus.


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                                            >The young earth colt Truss stood infront of his mistress in her study. Feeling nervous as it wasn’t the usual time to be servicing her. Normally he was granted two hours of free time after lunch.


                                            >His middle-aged, unicorn mistress Senrosa Snow. Had initially bought him a year ago as a cleaning maid. Unfortunately for him, that role had quickly changed.

                                            >And nowadays he spent most of his *working time* pleasuring her with his tongue underneath her desk. His mistress seemingly having little other interest in him.


                                            >To keep him obedient Senrosa kept him diapered at all times. However, not wanting to deal with the changes often. She made him wear thick, magically infused diapers that didn’t smell or leak. They were specifically tailored for long term use. Stretching to accommodate several large messing’s by the wearer.

                                            >And if he ever misbehaved, she would simply keep him in the same pair for longer.


                                            >”Mistress? You called for me?”

                                            >”Truss, I told you previously that I was having two guests over by tomorrow. And that I had purchased a cake for us to enjoy. Tell me, why do you think I told you that?”

                                            >”So… that I wouldn’t touch it?”

                                            >”That’s exactly right. So then tell me, why is there two slices missing from it as we speak?”

                                            >”B-but I… I-I left m-most of it to—"

                                            >”That’s hardly the point now is it Truss?!”

                                            >”I-I’m so s-sorry mistress! Its just been so very long s-since I’ve had any. And w-when I saw it in the fridge… I couldn’t s-stop myself….”

                                            >”Then I hope it was worth it. Get next to me and turn around!”

                                            >”Y-yes mistress!”


                                            >Waddling up to her and turning around, he presented his padded rear to her.

                                            >Bringing a hoof to it Senrosa squeezed and fondled the discoloured diaper for a moment. Feeling the impressive heaviness of it. Before opening one of her desk drawers and bringing out a canister of itching powder.

                                            >Grabbing the diaper by the backseam, Senrosa held her breath and pulled it open. Then uncaringly tipped the can over. Dumping all of its contents out, into the diaper.

                                            >Satisfied with the quantity she let go of the elastic seam. Snapping the diaper snugly back into place. Tossing the empty can in the trash.

                                            >Using her right hoof, she then proceeded to jostle the undergarment up and down several times. Dispersing and spreading the cruel powder everywhere inside.


                                            >”You’ll get a change tomorrow by our guests. Now get underneath the desk. No crying and avoid my clit, I need to focus.”

                                            >”P-please mistress, i-its already been two days….”

                                            >”And now you’ve just earned yourself a bottle of my *warm milk* before bedtime. Any more complaints?”


                                            >”N-no, I-I’m s-sorry!” Truss said as he hurriedly crawled under and into the high desk space. Scooting forwards and below her, he placed his soft lips over her marehood. The unlatched cut-out in her chair making her vulva easy to reach and pleasure.


                                            >And with his lips now over her mature cleft, Truss parted her folds open and slipped his tongue inside. Shuddering as he tasted her strong, feminine flavours.

                                            >With clenching eyes, he swallowed, then he began licking and rolling his wet muscle within her vagina like ordered. Servicing her whilst the itching in his soiled diaper, slowly reached nightmarish levels.


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                                            >The following morning Truss tiredly greeted his mistress guests. His eyes were still red and puffy from all the crying he had done in his bed. His inflamed bottom had irritated him greatly throughout the night. Leaving him with little to no sleep.


                                            >The itching powder combined with the severe diaper rash he had developed. Made his butt feel like it was covered in glass shards that constantly rubbed and chafed against him. Making even small movements a struggle.

                                            >Regardless, he knew not to complain openly about it. Not wanting to spend another day in it.


                                            >Forcing himself to smile he instead cutely hugged both guests. And then, just like he had been told to do. Spun around and raised his tail up.

                                            >Embarrassingly and hurtfully, he flaunted his bulging diaper to them. Letting them pat and grope him however much they liked.


                                            >The guests this time around were seemingly a couple. A unicorn stallion and a pegasus mare.

                                            >”Wow such a *big* diapie you have on! Have your owner forgotten to change you today?” said the mare. Leaving his diaper alone and ruffling his short, dark mane instead. Teasing and cooing at him.

                                            >”N-no, I’m being p-punished miss. I’m supposed to a-ask you for my... ch-change today.”

                                            >”Oh, is that so? Well I’m sorry cutie, I’ve just had my hooves done. Darling, do you mind helping him out?”

                                            >”Sure, I’ll gladly do it!” the stallion excitedly exclaimed. Giddily flicking his tail sideways.

                                            >”That’s very kind of you,” said Senrosa to him, before turning back to her colt. “Now you better listen and do exactly what he tells you. Understood?”

                                            >”Ye-yes m-mistress.”

                                            >“Good boy. The changing room is just down the hall, to the right. Use the brush on him if he gets unruly.”

                                            >”Will do ma'am!”


                                            >Grabbing the young colt by the shoulder the stallion led him down the hallway.

                                            >”Have fun you two~,” his pegasus mate said loudly to both of them. Watching their flanks disappear.


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                                            >Entering the changing room the unicorn gently lifted Truss up onto the soft changing table.

                                            >Placing him down on his back he snapped the four diaper tabs open. Then carefully lowered the front cover to the table. Exposing and displaying the filthy contents inside.

                                            >Trying to ignore the surreal stench the stallion—through the layered muck—could still discern the studded chastity device that the colt’s little sheath and testicles were crammed into. That, and his completely furless butt cheeks. His mistress was keeping him shaved for easier cleaning. He couldn’t help but snicker at the sight of it.


                                            >As the large male was looking down on him. Truss couldn’t help but blush and fret anxiously about. He didn’t like how eagerly the unicorn wanted to change him. Nor the way he was currently staring at him.


                                            >Eventually the unicorn reached for his hind fetlocks. Raising his rear slightly up from the table he then took hold of the bulky diaper with his magic. And with his aura around it he carefully slid the filthy garment away from him. Dropping the hefty mass into a diaper pail below them.

                                            >Not bothering to wipe him, he instead lifted him down and into the shower. Magically holding his tail up he brought the showerhead to his dirty hindquarters. And with it he meticulously rinsed his naked cheeks off. Revealing the reddened skin beneath.


                                            >After his rear and flanks were clean of any manure. The unicorn lowered the showerhead to his chastity cage. Spraying inside of it and clearing it out with warm water. Holding and spraying into it for alot longer than he needed to. Making the young colt uncomfortably shift on his four hooves as he did.

                                            >And once all the cleaning was done, he wrapped him up in a big, fluffy towel. Drying his wet coat.


                                            >Whilst getting towelled off, Truss could see the stallion grow shamelessly hard right next to him. Casting a few worried glances underneath his barrel he saw that most of his shaft had already escaped out from his sheath. His large penis swaying and throbbing stiffly as he moved to dry behind him.

                                            >Whimpering at the sight of it and feeling very threatened, he tried pulling himself away from the adult pony. Gladly preferring to invoke his mistress ire, than risk whatever the stallion might want from him.


                                            >Amused, the unicorn simply enveloped Truss in his magic. Taking hold of his struggling form and bringing him back to the changing table.

                                            >He then placed the frightened colt down on the flat surface. Impatiently pinning him down on his stomach with his bared rump jutting out from the edge.

                                            >Using a bottle of baby oil he then quickly smeared his needy erection.

                                            >And when he was sufficiently slick, he spread the colt's protesting haunches open. Bringing his shaft up and between them. Pushing and prodding his flared head against his unwilling tailhole.


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                                            >Because the changing room door had been left open. The two mares easily overheard the wailing cries that echoed out into the hallway. The desperate, pleading cries were accompanied by much deeper, lustful moans.

                                            >Sitting in the living room both mares knowingly laughed at the noisy commotion. Enjoying the endearing distractions whilst they continued to discuss their business-related affairs.