Dusk Shine giggled to himself as he carried various boxes through the castle, four of them suspended behind him, while another was balanced on his back, his wings keeping it safe. Barb was currently off on one of his trips over to the dragon kingdom, which meant that for the next two weeks, Dusk had the entire castle to himself.
With a slightly giddy skip in his step, Dusk made his way into one of the many rooms in the castle, this one set up like a large lecture hall, and as such, was one of Dusk’s favourite places in the castle, along with the map room and his own bed. In total there were ninety-six desks in this room, more than enough for a lecture, which was useful, as that’s what Dusk was planning to give.
Not that there were any ponies currently sitting at the desks, or any other creatures for that matter. Every seat was occupied by one form of toy or another, Fancy Pants, Dusks pride and joy, taking centre stage. It was not that Dusk would not like to give this lectures on this topic to actual ponies, it was just that whenever he actually tried to do more than fantasise about it, his knees felt weak and he immediately scrapped the letter he was writing for another month.
“Thank you for making it here on time,” Dusk began with a smile, clearing his throat slightly and sliding the box on his back onto the floor as he began to talk, trying to imagine that the stuffed animals were ponies who were hung on his every word.
“Bondage as a practice has been around for almost as long as anypony has documented, all the way back to Caveponies who would tie up those they captured in their raids to make them easier to control. Now, clearly this isn’t the same as the current use of the word, but it is interesting to think that everything we know of it today likely stemmed from all those years ago.”
“But of course you’re not here for a history of bondage, that in itself could take an entire lecture starting with the Romarens all the way to the present day. You are here though for a demonstration of the various pieces of bondage equipment that exist however, and perhaps most importantly, their safe use.”
At this, Dusk’s horn lit up, some of the boxes opened, and a few items floated out, Dusk bringing a particularly sturdy looking pair of cuffs to the centre and showing them to the room. It was a good job he wasn’t presenting this to an actual class at the moment, as his cock was already starting to stiffen at the thought of the gear that he had today. Dusk had been collecting for years now, and yet he had never told anyone about his hobby, always too nervous to bring it up to anyone, even his closest friends. That relegated him to self-bondage sadly, and giving these false lectures.
“Now these are the most basic pieces of equipment, in the bondage scene, along with this,” he gestured to the collar floating beside him. “Cuffs are useful as they are far less likely to cut off the blood supply to wrists and ankles than rope is, which if done incorrectly, can be dangerous.”
He slipped the collar around his neck as he spoke, before bending down and buckling the cuffs onto his rear hooves, before levitating out another bundle of straps.
“This is a personal favourite of mine, it’s an hoofbinder, designed to keep the forehooves attached together and rigidly straight. Now technically this is a Pegasus model designed to hold the wings tightly as well, rather than just have a strap round the subjects chest, which is why it’s a relatively new purchase for me, some of us got gifted wings far later in life than others.” He paused, imagining he was waiting for a few laughs to die down, using the time to pull out four more smaller items.
“Now, before I continue, I must warn you that self-bondage can be tricky to do for non-unicorns, always have an exit plan, and as embarrassing as it may be, always make sure a friend knows to come and check on you a few hours after you intend to be out of the bondage. It might seem like an embarrassing thing for them to find you tied up by your own volition, but it’s better than not being able to get out and being stuck in your own handiwork. Now, with that out of the way…”
Dusk made sure his wings were properly folded as he moved his forehooves together, slipping the hoofbinder over his legs and pulling them up, before wrapping the large strap around his barrel, trapping his wings against his body. He always imagined that this was what a corset felt like to wear, but that was one thing he still didn’t have.
A few moments and some buckled straps later, and Dusk’s hooves were tightly bound in front of him, his wings equally trapped, his breathing ever so slightly restricted as well. If he didn’t have the use of his horn, he would now be effectively trapped, Fetters made their gear to be almost inescapable once inside it, and it showed.
“Now, as you can see, for a non-unicorn, they’d now be stuck at someone else’s mercy,” Dusk spoke again, doing his best to show off the hoofbinder, even if the pretence of this being a lecture was fast giving way to Dusk simply enjoying himself. “Now, a few final things to make the scene complete. A gag,” he held up the large red ball gag he had retrieved earlier, “a blindfold, earplugs, a vibrator egg,” the small metal egg shaped vibrator was attached to an equally small remote by a thin wire, small straps on the egg clearly to go around a stallion’s shaft, Dusk’s own penis now throbbing slightly at the thought, “and finally, the all-important timed inhibitor ring,” he held up the last object, a small ring engraved with small runes, clearly designed to sit at the base of a horn.
“This allows unicorns to be truly helpless, it can be set for different lengths of time, and will shut off magic for that amount of time. Mine is currently set for two hours, so once it’s on, I won’t be coming out anytime soon, and as I said, I have a backup, one of my friends will be here in four hours, just in case. So, with that in mind, I will finish up the demonstration, you’ve been a wonderful audience.”
A short metal spreader bar was pulled out of one of the boxes, the clips on the end attaching to his rear cuffs, forcing his legs to be just slightly wider than normal, exposing his ass as he pulled his tail up and away, attaching it to the hoof binder.
Satisfied he was suitably helpless, Dusk carefully attached the vibrator, leaving it off for now, before slipping the gag into his mouth, the massive ball only just fitting into his mouth, Dusk knowing that in about an hour and a half the ache would start getting worse, while the ear plugs slid into his ears, the enchantments on them fully cutting off all sound. Once they were both seated, he prepared the last three parts, positioning everything so he would know where it was even without his sight, before closing his eyes and slipping on the blindfold, buckling it tightly like the ball gag, the inhibitor ring being knocked slightly as he did so, landing on one of the runes, and emitting a soft beep.
If Dusk hadn’t been letting out a soft grunt to test the gag, he might have heard it, and if he hadn’t been so eager to put the blindfold on so quickly, he would have seen the display changed from 2 to 5. As it was however, he was unaware anything was amiss as he nodded in satisfaction that everything was as it should be.
This was always the tricky part now he thought to himself as he felt around with his magic for the inhibitor ring. It took him a few moments, even though he could have sworn he knew exactly where it was, dismissing it as simply his mind playing tricks on him as he managed to pick it up.
With a deep breath, Dusk activated the vibrators random setting, before sliding the inhibitor ring over his horn.
The effect was instantaneous to Dusk, his mind so usually open to the aether of the universe suddenly becoming clouded, all the whispers of magic falling silent as he was cut off completely. He still remembered the terror he had felt the first time he had tried on a ring, almost bursting into tears after just a minute before the time ran out and he ripped it off, swearing to never use it again. It was funny how your opinions changed with time.
The vibrator chose this moment to kick in on a high setting, Dusk letting out a moan of pleasure into the gag as he tried to get himself into a slightly more comfortable position, ready to enjoy himself for the next few hours.
***
Pinkie hummed to herself as she bounced towards Dusks castle, the massive structure visible from almost all of Ponyville, a reminder of Tirek’s attack a few years back. Not that Pinkie was thinking of Tirek right now, her mind was focused on coming up with ideas for the party Dusk wanted to plan. So far Dusk hadn’t exactly given Pinkie much to work with, his exact words being, “meet me in the castle at five later today”, without even a mention of a party, but Pinkie knew what the Stallion had meant, and her party planning brain had whirled into action.
“Oh Dusky!” she called out loudly, knocking on the castle door and waiting for a response. After a few minutes past with no response, Pinkie knocked again, frowning slightly. “Dusk? Are you in there?”
Again, there was no response to her calls, but this time, the door creaked open slightly. That wasn’t an odd thing most of the time, Dusk rarely felt the need to lock his front door, but this time Pinkie felt odd about just walking in, almost as if she was trespassing.
“Well, he did ask me to come by,” Pinkie reasoned, placing a hoof under her chin in thought. “And maybe he’s just on the toilet or something, so he can’t come to the door right now. I guess it’s ok to go in then.”
Finishing her talk to convince herself, Pinkie pushed the door in and trotted inside, her smile back on her face as she started humming again. The castle was big, and it would probably take her a few minutes to find Dusk, but Pinkie didn’t mind a good game of hide and seek.
“Ready or not, Dusky, here I come,” she giggled, speeding up as she started searching all common rooms on the lower floor, the map room lying silent, as was the kitchen, Pinkie almost resisting the urge to grab something from the fridge, coming away disappointed when she found that it was just packed with Barbs cooking that she always prepared for Dusk when she went away and left the unicorn on his own.
“Where are you, Dusk?” Pinkie murmured to herself, getting slightly nervous. It wasn’t like Dusk of all ponies to miss an appointment, especially one he had made, and especially one in his own castle.
Pinkie’s ear suddenly perked up as she heard something. It was incredibly soft, coming from somewhere deep within the castle, but it definitely wasn’t just the wind. As soon as she lost the sound, her tail began twitching like mad, Pinkie grabbing it to try and stop it, her entire body shaking instead.
“That was a really twitchy tail,” she muttered to herself, before gasping. “Somepony’s in trouble! I’m coming Dusk!”
With that, she broke into a gallop, practically flying up the stairs as she closed in on the sound. Now she was closer, she could make it out as a series of low moans, slowly getting more and more frantic and desperate sounding. Pinkie recognised Dusk’s voice, and from the moans, he was in a lot of pain.
Rounding a corner, she saw the door to the lecture hall, the moans sounding like they were coming from just behind there. Pinkie wasted no time, galloping at the door and jumping, crashing through and sprawling across the floor.
“Don’t worry Dusk! Pinkie’s…here…”
She trailed off as she saw Dusk properly, her eyes going wide as she took in the scene.
Dusks rear was facing her, his back legs spread wide open by a metal spreader bar, and his tail pulled away, giving Pinkie an unrestricted view of both his ass and his rock solid cock. His forehooves and wings were also bound, a hoofbinder forcing his front hooves to stay rigidly straight out in front of him, not allowing him to rest them, while his wings were bound tightly to his sides. A blindfold and gag kept him blind and mute, and it looked like a pair of ear plugs were likewise making him deaf. Pinkie wondered if he had even heard her come in.
Her smile got wider as Dusk’s moans got louder, Pinkie finally seeing the vibrator on his cock, as well as the large puddle of cum already beneath him. As Pinkie watching, Dusk shook his head, moaning loudly, before his cock shuddered and sputtered out a tiny bit more cum, adding to the pile beneath him. The vibrator was not done however, and Dusk started struggling as it continued to massage his now extremely sensitive cock.
“Oh Dusky Dusky Dusky,” Pinkie rolled her eyes, contemplating watching for a few more minutes, before deciding against it and reaching for the remote. It was not the easiest thing for her to control, designed as it was for a unicorn’s magic rather than an earth pony’s hoof, but it wasn’t that hard, and she quickly turned the vibrator off.
Dusk’s entire body heaved with a sigh of relief, panting hard through his nostrils as he recovered. Unknown to Pinkie, Dusk was still completely unaware of her presence, assuming that this was just another part of the vibrators incessant programming. That changed however when Pinkie quickly unbuckled the blindfold, standing right in front of Dusk as the stallion winced at the sudden light, before focusing, his eyes going wide in shock and fear, beginning to mumble into the gag and struggle against the bonds as best he could.
“Well, Dusky, I didn’t know this was the sort of party you were asking me to plan,” Pinkie snorted, her grin now firmly in place as she stroked Dusk’s muzzle, tapping the gag as she did so.
Dusk didn’t hear anything, still in shock at Pinkie’s sudden appearance, shaking his head slightly, trying to dislodge the ear plugs so he could hear what she was actually saying.
“Oh, do you need these out?” Pinkie asked, catching sight of the ear plugs again and slowly working them out, Dusk sighing around the gag slightly as he finally could hear again.
“Yikes!” Pinkie exclaimed, pulling the ear plug she had put in to try out and placing it and its partner on the floor. “Those are impressive ear plugs, Dusk, no wonder you couldn’t hear anything I was saying.”
Dusk mumbled something through the gag, looking pleadingly at Pinkie as he did.
“Nu uh, not yet Dusky,” Pinkie giggled, booping Dusk’s nose to emphasise her point. “Those boxes look fun, you wouldn’t mind if I look, would ya?”
Without waiting for a reply, Pinkie trotted over to the boxes, leaving Dusk slightly stunned. Pinkie’s demeanour had changed from how it normally was, she seemed more in charge now, not that Dusk could really do much anyway given his current predicament. Every now and then he felt Pinkie checking the bonds he was wearing, before nodding to herself.
“I’ve got to give it to you, Dusk, you certainly have a lot of gear,” Pinkie finally called from behind him, Dusk trying to crane his neck to catch a glimpse of what Pinkie was looking at. “Fetter’s isn’t cheap either.”
Dusk nodded slightly, wincing as he remembered the sheer amount of bits he had spent on his collection. Finally, Pinkie came back into view, still grinning, before finally unbuckling the gag and gently easing it out of Dusk’s mouth.
“T-Thanks,” Dusk muttered, rolling his jaw to get the feeling back in it, before looking away from Pinkie, blushing hard. “C-Can you…”
“Undo you?” Pinkie cut in with a knowing smile, putting a hoof under Dusk’s chin and making him look at her again. “Yes, I could do that, or,” Pinkie’s smile turned into more of a grin. “Or I could go home and get a few things, so we can properly discuss this party of yours.”
“That was a ruse, Pinkie,” Dusk admitted, his embarrassment growing. “I just needed to make sure someone would find me if the worst happened.”
“You mean like it did?” Pinkie pointed out, letting go of Dusk’s chin. “You may not have actually wanted a party, but I think given the circumstances, we should throw one. So, Dusk. Do you want me to let you go and Pinkie Promise not to say anything about today?”
“Ye…” Dusk began, Pinkie placing her hoof over his mouth before he could finish.
“Or,” she began again, “do you want me to help plan you a party I can promise you you’ll never ever ever forget? Plus you won’t have to hide your fun times from absolutely everything.”
“I…I don’t know, Pinkie,” Dusk blushed hard, his mind racing.
“I promise you, you’ll enjoy it,” Pinkie assured him, stroking his face comfortingly.
“I…ok, Pinkie,” Dusk whispered. “We can…plan a party.”
“Yay!” Pinkie beamed, jumping in the air with joy, before pulling something out of her mane, Dusk barely recognising it as a bit gag before Pinkie pulled it into his mouth, buckling it on and snorting at Dusk’s muffled protests. “I don’t want you calling out and getting the neighbours around, someone might find you in an embarrassing situation.”
She snorted to herself as Dusk mumbled around the gag, before sighing and falling silent. Pinkie walked behind him, making to leave, before stopping and looking at the remote, a fiendish glint entering her eyes.
“And I can hardly leave you without anything to keep you entertained now, can I?” she grinned as she picked up the remote to the vibrator. Before Dusk could realise what she had picked up she turned it on, leaving it on a constant low setting to tease the poor, helpless stallion.
Dusk let out a whimpering moan, but Pinkie was already out of the door, trotting towards her home.
***
Less than half an hour later, Pinkie returned, dragging with her a large case. She was careful to lock the door as she entered this time, ensuring that there wouldn’t be any more unexpected guests, before heading back up to the lecture room, case in tow.
“Having fun?” Pinkie giggled as she watched Dusk react to her arrival, moaning weakly into the gag, the vibrator still lightly abusing his cock. “I think you’ve had enough of this for today,” Pinkie chuckled, putting the case down and turning the vibrator off and unstrapping it.
“Now, I’ve got you some water, and I’m going to undo you, are you happy with that?” Pinkie asked, walking in front of Dusk and looking him straight in the eyes, the stallion nodding hurriedly.
Smiling knowingly, Pinkie began to undo the various pieces of equipment that Dusk had put on himself, starting with the hoofbinder, and ending with the magical inhibitor ring, the timer having finally run its course. As soon as he was free, Dusk almost immediately collapsed to the floor, rubbing his joints and groaning softly, before looking up at Pinkie.
“Y-You’re not serious about throwing a party around this…are you?”
“When have you ever known me to joke about a party,” Pinkie deadpanned, before sitting down next to Dusk and starting to massage the base of his wings, helping to get the blood flowing back through the limbs. “You’re not the first pony I’ve been backup for you know, I’ve seen this all before. Even some of our friends.”
“Really?” Dusk asked in surprise. “Which ones?”
“That would be telling now wouldn’t it,” Pinkie giggled. “Got to keep ponies secrets, remember what I always say, betraying a friend’s trust is the fastest way to lose a friend.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s fair,” Dusk nodded.
“So how long?” Pinkie asked as Dusk sipped on the bottle of water.
“How long what?” Dusk asked in confusion.
“Don’t play games, silly,” Pinkie snickered. “How long have you been into bondage?”
Dusk almost choked on his water at the bluntness of Pinkie’s question, before swallowing and stammering an answer. “Ummm…I-I don’t know, four years?”
“Of come on Dusk, you can do better than that, knowing you you’ll have a list somewhere,” Pinkie pressed, gasping at the face Dusk pulled. “You do don’t you? Do I need to find it? Or…”
“Five years, two months, three days,” Dusk blurted out. “My first piece of kit was that bit gag and a pair of blinkers.”
“Not a bad choice to start out with,” Pinkie nodded sagely. “And like I said earlier, it’s not a bad collection you have. How much of it have you ever used.”
“All of it,” Dusk admitted.
“No, I mean without a timed inhibitor ring,” Pinkie shook her head. “With a ring that someone else is in control of.”
“Never,” Dusk blushed. “Y-Y-You’re the first pony to ever find out about this.”
“Ah ha! I knew it,” Pinkie beamed. “Well that makes this all the more special then doesn’t it?”
“I…I guess?” Dusk guessed, unable to read his exuberant friend.
“Yeppers,” Pinkie beamed, before her face took on a slightly more serious tone, although the smile was still there. “Now, you and I need to work out this party that I’m throwing. Now, the main thing, is what do you really like?”
“Surely you know?” Dusk pointed out, looking down at his hooves. “It’s b…bondage.”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed in front of me, Dusky,” Pinkie assured him, before rolling him over onto his back. “But there is so much more to this world than you know, now, stay like that and just roll with me here. This is so much easier with stallions than mares.”
“What is?” Dusk asked, feeling very exposed again as Pinkie alternated between looking him in the eye and at his semi-hard cock.
“Now, how would you like to simply be a decoration at the party?” Pinkie asked, her voice taking on a coy tone. “We could tie you up in the middle of the room, make sure everyone could see and touch you, but you…”
She trailed off as she saw Dusk’s cock already getting hard, just as his face was starting to redden again.
“Well, I think we may be onto a winner there,” Pinkie smirked, debating playfully flicking the end of his cock, but deciding against it, baby steps and all. “But what about other things? Maybe we could tie you down nice and tight and invite all the other stallions to have some fun with your little tight plot?”
“N-No,” Dusk shuddered. “I…I don’t like things up there. I tried some plugs and they just hurt.”
“Probably your technique more than anything, but noted,” Pinkie smiled, before launching into another idea for the Party.
Pinkie kept rattling off ideas for what felt like an hour. Some made Dusk’s cock get hard with varying degrees of speed, others made it go almost completely flaccid again, while others still had no effect whatsoever. All the time Pinkie was watching him, glancing at his cock over half of the time. Finally, she got up, stretching her back out.
“Well, that’s got me quite a few ideas, but onto the more interesting things, you stay there,” Pinkie commanded rather than asked as she opened up her case, revealing more gear of her own, some of it much higher quality than even Dusk had, a lot looking like it had been customised in one way or another.
“So, let’s see what you really like,” Pinkie giggled again, before pulling out whatever she could get her hooves on. Dusk was shown Straight Jackets, Sleepsacks, even a Gimp Sack, all the bondage equipment had a predictable effect on his cock, before Pinkie finally grinned, turning back to face Dusk.
“Now, I have one more thing in here that may be interesting, do you trust me, Dusk?”
“What?”
“Do you trust me?” Pinkie pressed. “That I wouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t like?”
“Yeah, I trust you, Pinkie,” Dusk nodded, his cock growing flaccid at the sudden serious turn to the conversation.
“Good,” Pinkie smirked, before grabbing hold of the item in the bottom of the case and throwing it over Dusk. It was a mass of rubber and fabric. It didn’t take Dusk long to work out exactly what the maids outfit that was currently draped across him was made out of, his cock instantly getting rock solid.
Pinkie laughed as Dusk blushed almost as hard as he had when Pinkie had first found him, pulling the dress off him and looking at his cock, noting that it was harder than at any other time in the last hour.
“Well, Dusk, I think I’ve just worked out what to do for your party.”
Author's Note
So, I hope this isn't too awful, I enjoyed writing the beginning of this at any rate. Now, onto the next chapter 
