Twilight's Self-Bondage Mistake

by Kaidan

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro
Length: 3146

You've got a secret desire and are too shy to tell any of your friends. What would they think of the Princess of Friendship if they knew what she did at night? Layers of latex, thick leather straps, corsets, gags...

You've got a secret desire and are too shy to tell any of your friends. What would they think of the Princess of Friendship if they knew what she did at night? Layers of latex, thick leather straps, corsets, gags… Yes, it's better if your friends don't know what you're doing.

After all, you can do bondage on your own, all it takes is a timer.

Sequel based on art & Story by KRD (unrelated to the cover art)
Edited by: DashTheStampede, Neko Majin C

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-19 03:50:03 UTC

Some Mares Like it Tight

Prequel & Art here

The world around you is utterly dark and the only sound you hear is the faint thud of your racing heart. Magical energy is cut off to you by the magical silencer on your horn. Wings, arms, and legs alike are held tight and immobile in the embrace of latex clothing and leather straps.

And you couldn’t be happier.

A week of preparation and an hour of applying the bondage is finally paying off. You're alone at last, in a private world of helplessness and pleasure. Four golf ball-sized vibrators are buzzing away, repelled from each other and held inside your moist marehood by magnetism.

The sensation barely scratches the itch inside and you roll onto your stomach to try and speed your progress towards orgasm. It has only been minutes since you tied yourself up, you expect it to be a long process.

You grind against the mattress of your bed. Latex stretches and glides along skin as your muscles pull against it. Your hips rub the blanket, barely adding any warmth from the friction. The pressure forces the vibrating rabbit head against your clit. If it were on a higher setting it might be enough.

Your breasts are forced against your chest, held tightly by the latex. The corset cuts off each breath before your stomach can expand, forcing your chest to rise and push you slightly off the bed. The difficulty breathing arouses you, and you stop grinding against the bed just to enjoy the feeling of each rise and fall of your bosom.

Drool pools from your gag, creating a cold, wet spot beneath your muzzle. You lift your head off the bed to help catch your breath, but it only tightens up the corset. The buzzing between your legs continues to demand attention, and you raise your legs off the bed to try and thrust your hips deep into the bed.

The leather straps cut into your taut thigh muscles, and the lower leg corset strains as your hocks fight to pull it apart. It only lasts a second as you quickly exhaust yourself, the restraints unyielding.

At last you admit defeat and roll on your side to help breathe. Your wings twitch inside the tight bands binding them and you flex your arms backwards. The corset remains as tight as ever, the least forgiving part of the bondage. As you wait to catch your breath you can only focus on the buzzing deep inside of your stomach. The beads continue to shift and tease you, such a tiny amount of sensation and yet the only source of stimulation you have to work with.

It takes longer than you expect to catch your breath, and you have only three hours before the timer turns the silencer off. You gauge you’ve been resting for half an hour already. In your eagerness, you put each of the restraints on as tight as possible. Each individual restraint has been worn by itself several times before, but never have you had every single piece on at the same time.

The combined effect of so many restraints already has you exhausted. Being powerless arouses you even more. You, the Princess of Friendship, most powerful unicorn, and now alicorn, Equestria has ever known. You would be stuck here for days were it not for the timer.

With a loud moan you roll onto your back and arch your stomach upwards. Both arms flex in the arm-binder, pulling taut against the leather. Your wings attempt to flare, stretching at the buckles futilely. Your legs begin to burn as they tense, and you can feel your muscles tightly clenching the vibrating beads inside.

Your damp pussy feels so close to relief, but the burning of your strained muscles causes you to go limp. It is time for you to rest and recover your strength again. Both hands are tingling from their attempt to force their restraints open. You find nothing else as arousing as the struggle against the leather and latex, knowing you’ll never defeat it but rejoicing in the tightness the added struggle causes.

Both wings are getting uncomfortable from laying on your back. Once again you realize you have been resting for a long time now. You did not realize the corset would make even the simplest task so much more difficult. For a moment you wonder whether the corset was a step too far, but the budding warmth in your marehood reminds you that it was worth it.

One way, or another, you would reach climax no matter how tight the restraints were. The added effort just made it that much more worthwhile.

Ready to begin again, you quickly roll to your stomach and begin to buck against the comforter of your bed. It is noticeably damp now with your sweat, which beads on your chest and rolls down your bosom towards your neck, staining the blanket. Your legs also feel the bite of cool air, as the puddle of your arousal is continually spread down your thighs.

Within the latex gloves and socks, you also feel the sweat accumulating. It serves as extra lubrication, another pleasant sensation as the latex glides across skin and seems to stretch further during your struggles.

The flared head of the vibrator has a small switch on it. With magic you could change the setting from low to high, but you made sure you could not take the easy way out. As you grind your hips ineffectively against the bed, you hope that the switch is nudged to a higher setting.

Ever so slowly, the warmth has spread from your stomach to your arms and legs. The waves of pleasure continue to grow like a fire being kindled. Just like a young fire, however, the flames vanish quickly when not stoked.

With the muscles of your back straining and aching, you’re forced to roll to the side in defeat and catch your breath. You were much closer that time, you're sure that a few more minutes would have yielded an orgasm.

But you're far too tired for a few more minutes. Your lungs burn from the exertion and the corset ensures you can never breathe quite deep enough to satiate them. As you rest and recover, you realize your face is now laying on the package of batteries from earlier. You tilt your head and try to nudge it away, putting it out of your mind.

You're on your right side now, waiting patiently for the sore muscles in your thighs to recover. The large muscles there have strained the most against the leather straps. The upper thighs are slick with sweat and you idly rub them against each other. The latex pinches against your legs, but you ignore it as the pleasant warmth of friction begins to ignite your arousal again.

You prepare for the fourth attempt, going back to your stomach and giving this attempt everything you’ve got.

The beads vibrate and are forced deeper inside as you assault the bed with your hips. The leather straps bite into your legs and arms as you struggle, further arousing you. The latex bulges as your body contorts. You arch your back as far as you can to keep your breasts out of the way so you can breathe easier.

Muscles begin to burn. Your lungs ache. The corset cuts into the tender flesh below your ribs. You can feel the inferno deep in your abdomen and know you're close to the edge. A little longer and you will get the sweet release you crave.

The rabbit head rubs against your clit, the vibrations no longer necessary. You're so close now, even the smallest amount of friction against the bed is enough to bring extreme pleasure. Your entire body tenses up, muscles locked, straps straining.

With a loud moan, barely stifled by the gag, you feel the floodgates open. You feel dizzy and collapse on the bed, then tense up again. Limp, tense, limp, tense. Over and over, your body is rocked by the orgasm. You're a helpless rag-doll as it overwhelms your senses and thrashes you around on the bed.

The warmth spreads from horn to hoof as every fiber of your being is consumed by the pleasure. Your vision is filled with stars and your ears ring. The smell of your arousal is blatantly obvious. The entire bed is stained with sweat, and now cum. You're forced to roll to your back as the spasms continue, unyielding, and try to catch your breath.

Your orgasms never lasted this long before and you're getting lightheaded. Your tired lungs can barely expand to supply your racing heart and aching muscles. The tight bondage has your entire body on edge and burning. With the peak of your climax still barely past, the pain and pleasure mix into your brain creating a haze from which you can’t escape.

Time passes. You pant, squirm, and twitch. It is impossible to know how long you’ve been laying here now. You're too spent to move, and can only await release.

The beads continue vibrating, drawing out the last bits of the after-glow of orgasm. You're tired enough to sleep, if not for the tight bondage you're in.

After a while, your heart rate returns to normal. Having your desires met for now, you begin to think clearly again. You did such a good job at the bondage that you can’t hear a thing. You can’t see if the sun is still out, and the only smell reaching your nostrils is a thick musk. There is no telling how much longer you have in bondage.

With nothing else to do, you slowly test each restraint and try to visualize how you must look. Your hooves, still trembling, and held tight by the leg corset. Your thighs would be dripping sweat and coated in arousal. If anypony found you here, you’d look like something out of a playcolt magazine.

The corset continues to hug your stomach and lower ribs. The one-piece latex suit, shaped like a bathing suit, is starting to pinch and irritate your skin. You roll to your side and try to stretch it back out, but it doesn’t do much. The latex is bunching up, beginning to give you a wedgie.

Your arms still tingle, perhaps the arm binder a little too tight, or perhaps your struggles a little too vicious. Feeling is returning to them though, and you decide the worst of the self-bondage is over. All you have to do now is wait for release.

The last thing you picture is your head. Your cheeks must be flushed red as an apple. The earplugs, still sealed into your ears. The large gag is making your jaw sore and the blindfold still too tight to even think of pushing off.

You consider pushing yourself to another orgasm but decide to recover for a little longer. You squirm down the bed looking for a dry spot to lay, bumping into the box from which the silencer came. It falls off the bed, and you wonder where the timer is. With all the thrashing, it too may have fallen off the bed.

The silencer is still active and you rub your horn against the bed, feeling the ring and wire running to the timer. You slowly make your way to the end of the bed and find the timer, but being blind and without magic, you can’t operate it.

You rest here and feel your body relax, nearly sleeping. A sense of weightlessness reaches you and for a moment you feel as if you're flying through space. The stars fill the sky and Equestria is a small sphere vanishing in the distance.

The journey seems endless but the void of space becomes cold. You soon return to your room, your body trembling and chilly. The sweat on the bed and coating your body is evaporating rapidly. The latex isn’t enough to keep you warm and you find yourself wondering why the timer hasn’t gone off.

You recall earlier a moment of doubt, a stray thought after the silencer was put on.

Did you put new batteries in?

The silencer can only turn off if a charge is applied to it by the timer. You’re sure you changed the batteries as you're far too thorough to make such an obvious mistake… but if you didn’t change the batteries, what would happen?

You put the closed sign on the library, so there would be no visitors. Spike has the evening off, likely reading comics. You would also be mortified for him to find you like this. However, you have planned it so well that you wonder if anyone would find you at all? The room locked, the blinds closed, your friends likely thinking you’re reading a book.

You surmise, if you really did forget the batteries, it may be a day or two until they found you. It wasn’t unlike you to lock yourself away reading a book for up to a day, once it was even a week.

After finding a pillow, you get almost comfortable. There isn’t anything you can do but wait, and the buzzing within your nether region is quite pleasant. You do your best to take a nap as you wait for the timer to release you, slowly drifting back off to explore the stars.

Your jaw spasms in pain and you find yourself waking up from a nap. The straps are quite uncomfortable now and every joint and muscle sore. You begin to panic as you realize the timer never went off. You wouldn't be this sore, wouldn't have fallen asleep, in so little time. There is no telling how long you have been here.

You do your best to guess from the soreness and discomfort. Part of you continues to say it’s only been a couple hours, that it’s all right. You don’t believe it, and roll onto your belly and start to inch towards the edge of the bed.

The timer failed and you have to find somepony to help. Maybe if you roll off the bed you can go to the door, but then what? Hit your head against it until Spike wonders what that noise is? Spike would probably be asleep by now. Find the window and try to open it? You can’t even sit up like this.

You groan as panic starts to fill you, heart racing, and arousal growing. Though your rational mind knows you’re in serious danger, your marehood aches for one more orgasm. This was always your fantasy, your pussy says, to be helplessly bound with no hope of rescue. Sure, it was never a realistic fantasy, but you had it now!

Your mind tries to quell the fire growing, stoked by your fear. You need to think rationally and get out of this. As you think rationally, you search for a weak point, rolling to your belly and beginning to thrust against the bed. Maybe there is a loose strap that will give.

The burning in your belly increases as you rub the bed, half in panic and half in search of the next high. You begin to picture your friends finding you like this, and what each one would say. What if Celestia dropped by for a visit and found you like this? Your face flushes red as you imagine your tutor, teacher, and role model walking in to find you writhing in ecstasy on a sweat-drenched bed, vibrators blaring.

The thought is too much, and you feel your body tensing up again as a tidal wave hits. You roll to your side and spasm, ending up on your back then your side again. With a loud thud you hit the floor, still shaking in the throes of orgasm.

You pant as the hard wood floor rubs against your shoulder and hip. At least it’s dry down here, and your body struggles to catch its breath as the orgasm continues.

The pleasure serves a brief reprieve from your situation. Minutes later, you begin to sober up again.

Nopony knows you're in here, nopony knows you're into self-bondage… you begin to sob ineffectively into the gag, wondering how much longer you’ll be pinned here helplessly. Would they find you?

Your body is in pain from the bondage and you lay there unsure what will come next. You’ve long since passed the point when this was fun. All you want now is somepony, anypony to figure out you’re missing.

Just as you’re about to roll onto your stomach to give your sore wings a break, you feel fingers reaching under the buckles on your face. You flail in panic, but are easily held down by the intruder.

Your heart races and you fear the worst, that some stallion has found you and plans to do horrible things.

Finally the gag and blindfold slip loose. As you slip them off, you feel fingers fumbling to get the magical silencer off.

The light blinds you, but slowly a figure resolves above you. It is a horrified looking Rainbow Dash. Behind her, you make out shattered glass from what used to be your window.

She says something but you can’t hear. With your magic, you fling the earplugs across the room.

“Thank Celestia!” You cringe in pain from your sore jaw as you say it.

“Twilight, are you okay? You missed our lunch. What happened?!” Dash looks at you and the many straps and layers of rubber.

“I….” You blush, looking anywhere but at Dash as she kneels down and tries to get some of the other buckles undone. “I did it to myself…”

Dash smirks and stifles a chuckle. “Into self-bondage? I always suspected a quiet mare like you would have the biggest kinks…”

The corset came undone and your chest ached as it was finally freed, fresh air pouring into your lungs. You're too embarrassed to think of a response.

“Well, I’d give you the lecture, but you look like you’ve learned your lesson. Next time just ask and I’ll come tie you up myself, it’s safer that way.”

You open and close your mouth like a fish out of water, unsure what to say to that. Dash rolls you onto your side to begin unbuckling your arms and wings.

“Wait!” you blurt.

“You are okay, right?”

“Yes, but I… um… I’ll take you up on your offer and I could really use a bath, but there is one other thing I’d like first.”

Dash raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, what is that?”

Finally feeling safe with a friend to watch over you, you gesture back to the gag and blindfold. “Put those back on and set the vibrator to high. I want one more orgasm.”

Rainbow Dash laughs and reaches for them. “Kinky.”