Rarity the Enslaver

“So good of you to come over and give me a hoof with this, Fluttershy,” said Rarity, over the steaming tea she was sharing with the yellow pegasus.

“Oh, of course I couldn’t say ‘no,' Rarity,” said Fluttershy, as she sipped at her own cup. “I’m more than happy to come over and help you with a new line.”

“Well, if you’ve finished with your tea, darling,” said Rarity, putting her cup down. “We should get to it. What did you think of the tea? It’s new.”

“Very fruity,” said Fluttershy quietly. “The taste lingers on your tongue a bit.”

“Twilight liked it as well,” said Rarity, as she got out a pair of rolling frames holding spools of ribbon, trim and some bolts of fabric.

“Where is Twilight?” asked Fluttershy. “No one has seen her for a few days now.”

“Oh, she is off on a friendship mission to Yakyakistan,” said Rarity. “She came by just before she left for some cold weather gear. Now darling, if you will just stand between these frames holding my materials, I can get to work.”

“Oh, that’s good to know about Twilight,” said Fluttershy, as she stepped toward the indicated spot. “Um, why do you need me to stand between your fabric racks? Aren’t you going to use the ponyquins?” Fluttershy eyed the sturdy wheeled racks Rarity had set up somewhat warily. They were very sturdily built to hold the weight of the bolts of fabric but she was a little worried they could tip.

“Usually I would,” said Rarity. “But I need to see things on a living, breathing body so I can put this together faster. Are the racks making you nervous?”

“Um, a little,” admitted the demure pegasus.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t want my model to be nervous,” said Rarity. Fluttershy didn’t see the slight smile that ghosted across Rarity’s face. “Let me put the braces into place for safety, and there will be nothing to worry about.”

Setting actions to words, Rarity dropped four large connecting pieces of steel into slots made for the purpose on the racks. Two at either end on the top and on the bottom, bracing the racks against each other. They also, incidentally, closed the ends of a steel frame box around Fluttershy. She could still easily step through the front or the back of the box as she wished.

“There we go, dear Fluttershy,” said Rarity. “A pony could jump up and down on those frames now and they wouldn’t tip.”

“Oh, okay, thank you.” said Fluttershy. “Um, what are you doing now?” Rarity had pulled some wide, red ribbon from a spool was and winding it in a crisscross fashion around one of Fluttershy’s folded wings.

“I’m trying to break into the Neighponese market,” said Rarity, as she tied off the wrapping around one wing and began on the other. “The Neighponese like wing-binding on their pegasi. There we go,” said Rarity as she finished the second wing, “try flapping your wings.” Fluttershy gave her wings an experimental flap. She could move the wings up and down but that was all.

“I...I can’t unfold them, Rarity,” said Fluttershy, trembling slightly. “I can’t fly.”

“Don’t worry about that dear,” said Rarity, getting out some lace wrapped leather hoofcuffs that were hanging on the racks. “You aren’t going to be doing any flying with your wings anyway.”

“I guess, you’re right,” said Fluttershy. She lifted her hooves one at a time as Rarity buckled the laced cuffs to each in turn. “Are you sure this is how it’s supposed to be done?”

“Quite sure my dear,” said Rarity. “Those cuffs look splendid on you. Next, we need to take care of that lovely throat of yours.” She got out a good sized piece of black fabric with some straps and buckles attached to it. The black fabric was embossed with golden dragons on the cloth.

“That’s a lovely piece, Rarity,” said Fluttershy, as Rarity wrapped the fabric around Fluttershy’s throat and began to buckle it into place. “But why does it look and feel like a collar?”

“Because it IS a collar,” said Rarity. Fluttershy tried to move away from Rarity in surprise, but banged into the frame beside her as she did so. “Stop fidgeting, darling. The Neighponese like high collars.”

“I’m sorry,” apologized Fluttershy, who returned to the center of the box frame, even as Rarity finished buckling the high collar around her throat. “Collars make me a little nervous.” She twitched her neck around and found she could turn her head but little else. The stays in the collar prevented her from bending her neck or head. Fluttershy began to nervously move her body around, to try to see everything she normally.

“Stop fidgeting,” ordered Rarity.

“I’m sorry,” said Fluttershy again. “I told you, being collared makes me nervous.” Rarity raised an eyebrow at that revelation. “I...um, mentioned back in the dream we shared with Luna, that sometimes I like being the pet...”

“Well then,” said Rarity. “We will have to find some way to calm you down, won’t we?”

“Um, okay,” said Fluttershy. Rarity looked around, checking the supplies on hand. She looked through several drawers and racks before finding something that she brought over to the nervous pegasus.

“Oh, this is just too perfect,” said Rarity, as she came up holding a golden piece of fabric in her magic.

“Um, what is that,” said Fluttershy apprehensively.

“It’s a well known fact that we ponies are calmer when our eyes are covered,” said Rarity, holding up the cloth. “So, I’m going to hood you to calm you down.”

“Ho..hood me?” Fluttershy asked, as she tried to back away. Only to bang her hocks against the lower frame brace behind her. The impact made her jump back forward toward Rarity.

“Just feel the material, darling,” said Rarity, as she rubbed the hood against the side of Fluttershy’s cheek. “That’s genuine Maredegascar spider silk.”

“Oooooh,” sighed Fluttershy. “That is very soft. Um, okay, go ahead.” Rarity drew the golden silk fabric over Fluttershy’s head. The pegasus mare gave small noises of pleasure at the soft caress of the silk. Once in position the hood sat loosely on her head, covering her eyes and ears but allowing her mouth and muzzle to poke through.

“That fit is simply atrocious,” said Rarity, and she began to thread some ribbon through several grommets set into the fabric. As she wove and tightened the ribbon through the grommets, the hood drew tighter about Fluttershy’s head, eventually becoming both skin tight and part of the collar as well. “Much better,” she said, as she finished.

“I can’t open my eyes, Rarity. What if I fall or bang into something?”

“One moment,” said Rarity. “Just trust me. I will make sure you are kept safely in position.” With that, Rarity lifted a pair of shock cords from either side of the frame and attached the elastic straps to Fluttershy’s black and golden collar. “There dear,” she said. “Now you can stand there and be sure that you are in the right spot.”

“Okay,” said Fluttershy, as she tried to move a bit. Each time, the shock cords resisted the movement and guided her firmly back to the neutral position. She couldn’t see the feral grin come over Rarity’s face or the hunger that suddenly flamed bright in the fashionista’s eyes. She had her prey hooded, collared, grounded and tethered. It was time to start literally wrapping things up.

Rarity began to weave ribbon around Fluttershy’s body in a diamond pattern. Back and forth the ribbon went, smoothly harnessing the body of the butter yellow pegasus in a scarlet pattern. Fluttershy held still for the most part. Her inability to see naturally calming her and any fidgeting was handled by the shock cords tethering her in place. But she did react when Rarity pulled the harness tight, and suddenly a line of ribbon with several large knots in it, cleaved her sex and rubbed up against her pearl.

“Ahhh...Rar..Rarity,” Fluttershy half moaned, half gasped. “That’s, um..private. Ah...ah.” The direct stimulation was driving her lust, and her wings naturally tried to extend as they normally, would when she was aroused. However, her wings were tied closed and all she could do was flutter them up and down. While this did not help her fly, it did cause something else to happen. A pair of ribbons had been woven into the harness to her wings, and when she tried to flap them it caused the ribbon in her slit to slide up and down. Rubbing the line of silken ribbon knots across her clit and both of her sensitive openings.

“Rarity!” she gasped out loud. “What kind of dress is this?” She could feel Rarity doing something to the cuffs on her legs and to the weave around her.

“Oh, my Pet,” purred Rarity. “I never said it was a dress. But I definitely do need you to break into the Neighponese market. Get ready to fly without wings, darling Pet.” With that, there was a sudden pull, and simultaneously all four of Fluttershy’s hooves left the ground, and were pulled up to nestle against her body. Her body’s weight was taken up evenly by the harness around her. That harness was now attached to the frame around the pegasus by several shock cords. Suspending her in mid-air.

Having finally realized that something very untoward was happening, Fluttershy began to buck and struggle. For ten minutes she fought the grip of the harness, the cuffs, the collar and her tethers. But all she did was to repeatedly drag the knots in her most sensitive areas back and forth. The connecting lines did their work of transferring her motion to that area as planned. The last minute of Fluttershy’s struggles pulled a shuddering orgasm from her as the stimulation finally proved too much to resist. Spent, she hung limply in the web which had been woven about her. As trapped as any fly before a spider.

“Rarity,” Fluttershy whispered. “Are you going to let me go?”

“No,” said Rarity, confirming Fluttershy’s fears. “I’m not. You are getting me into the Neighponese market, just as you are. A submissive mare, suspended in shibari.”

“How does making me a bound slavemare get you into Neighpon?” asked Fluttershy, her voice still barely whispering.

“The Neighponese will never allow me into their markets, unless I’m invited in,” explained Rarity. “To get that invite, I have to offer a great gift to the Yak-uza crime lords who control the fashion industry there. Once they accept my gift, they will designate me as a Roan-in, or mercenary, and allow me access.”

“And I’m the gift,” Fluttershy whispered.

“You are the gift,” Rarity confirmed. “I must say, you are taking this far better than expected.”

“I’ve worked with too many critters not to know when I’ve been snared myself,” said Fluttershy. “The hunter has caught me and there is no point in struggling, at least not right now.”

Rarity began to wheel the framework holding the captive, suspended pegasus toward the ramp leading to the basement. Fluttershy was rocked back and forth by the motion and the ribbon again sawed at her sensitive areas.

“Are you going to kill me?” asked Fluttershy softly, barely stopping herself from moaning. “I can’t stop you, if that is your plan. But I would like to know, so I can prepare my spirit.”

“No, dear Pet,” said Rarity. “I have no wish to see you die.”

“Then know this,” said Fluttershy, with quiet steel in her voice. “No matter how many ropes or chains you place on me. No matter the cage, no matter the place. No matter what you do to break my spirit. One day, I will break free. One day, I will come for you. On that day, I promise you, you will beg for my mercy. And I will show you the kindness and mercy you have shown me today.”

Rarity finished rolling the frame into the basement, where a shipping container already marked for the train to Vanhoofer, awaited its cargo. She gathered up a couple of tools to help make the time go by faster, until she could take the container to the train.

“I accept your terms, Pet,” said Rarity. “In the meantime, I want to see which makes you cry out louder. Pleasure.” She dragged a running vibrator over Fluttershy’s ribbon covered marehood, drawing out a moan. “Or pain,” she continued, sharply smacking Fluttershy on her cutie mark with a crop. Which drew out a pained gasp from the bound pegasus.

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Hours later, Fluttershy was gone. Gagged, muzzled and still suspended in her harness, she had been rendered unconscious with some drugged tea and sheer exhaustion. It turned out to have been a tie between pleasure and pain to make her cry out the loudest. When she had reached the train station with her cargo, the porters from Neighpon she had met, had shown they were fully aware of the nature of the cargo they were escorting, and knew to how to keep Fluttershy fed, watered, and above all, tractable.

Rarity was tired from her long day. Her long, successful and enjoyable day. Only one thing remained to make it complete. She walked over to a featureless section of basement wall and pressed on a series of floor tiles in a particular sequence. A section of wall smoothly slid aside, without a sound, and revealed an alcove that none save her knew about. The alcove was lit from within by a green glow, and as that light spilled over Rarity an unholy fire filled her eyes, even as her face split in a cruel smile.

“Soon, my dear,” she said to the source of that glow. “Soon I can take you out of there, and then my revenge will be complete.”