There was a soft chime of a bell ringing throughout the house and Nightwish turned over to look from his desk, overflowing with books, notes, papers and memos from his teacher, Princess Luna, and various sources, locations and some minor documents she wanted him to investigate. The stallion sighed and stretched his arms over his head before bringing them down to rub his brown eyes with his knuckles. Nightwish stood up and wandered towards the door, only pausing to grab his jacket and pull it over his bare chest, it was warm inside but outside the chilly air of winter was fast approaching now.
The dull white stallion opened the door, glancing around outside in the dark star lit night, looking for the mysterious pony who had come knocking. Maybe they were pranking him, wouldn’t be the first time really, he was well known as that Luna follower weirdo. Sighing and puffing air up his face, making his black mane fluff upward for a moment, Nightwish stepped back and closed the door. As he turned a soft ruffle of paper caught his ears and Nightwish glanced down, moving his foot off the flattened paper he’d stood on. Reaching down the pegasus picked up the sheet and discovered it was a little leaflet.
“Sensual encasement and relaxation! Do you strain your body, mind and soul often, need a sweet day off to just lay back, relax and let the world be blotted out from you? Visit one of our walk in bon-dage clinics! We have anything and everything you could desire for your sensational, relaxing, protective needs!” The front was in bright multi-coloured letters and appeared to be mimicking various materials, latex, silk, cloth bandages, snake scales and so on. Nightwish wandered back to his table and sat down, flicking the leaflet open. It opened with a poof of pink smoke which Nightwish inhaled with a soft sigh and he glanced down at the first page, it was a nice optical illusion, a bunch of black and white swirls and they looked like they were really… really moving, and the cloud smelt sweet like sugar. Nightwish lazily read the leaflet, hardly taking much of what it said in, but he caught a few words and ‘popular options’ from previous clients. Printed on the back was a ‘free first trial’ coupon if he took the leaflet with him to a clinic by the end of the week.
“I should go.” Nightwish mumbled to the empty room, his chair-strained back giving a nudge of approval to the idea.
So, Nightwish stood up from his desk once more and looked around for a shirt, some socks and his boots, putting the shirt on inside out and trying to squeeze his head in through the sleeves first, putting the socks on back to front (he didn’t bother fixing it) and failing to tie the laces three times.
“I guess I am a little… out of it…” He mumbled to himself “I really do need this.” Nightwish said, convincing himself with little effort once he had his shoes on, checking the leaflet for directions.
He didn’t question that a path had been drawn on the map from his house to the nearest clinic, it was just nice of them to be considerate.
Nightwish found himself wandering along a dark quiet road, the cobbles making his footsteps click as he walked, glancing around between the streetlamp for the building. The leaflet had said twenty-four seven services were available but, where was it? Nightwish had just about given it up as a hoax when he glanced over down a side alley. Squeezed within, at the end of the path, was a pretty pink neon sign depicting a smiling pony wrapped up in various things and seeming delighted by the loss of control; bandages, a latex suit and snake coils cover the sign pony’s body, with bon-dage written bellow in glowing blue letters. Nightwish smiled and slipped into the narrow alleyway, heading for the door. Since it was a service building, Nightwish didn’t bother knocking and opened the door to a tiny reception, it was empty of any other visitors and the desk that separated Nightwish from the door onward was vacant, there were ten chairs and two tables squeezed in on either side with some rather kinky reading material available. Nightwish, clutching the leaflet, rang the bell and waited.
The door opened and a light purple mare entered, wearing a light pink veiled dress that flowed down her body, just below her thighs, her arms were bare and her tail slotted through a hole in the back. The blond curls of her mane and tail bouncing as she looked over the stallion slowly, the green eyes reminded Nightwish of tree leaves and felt an odd sensation looking into them, the golden eyeshadow drawing his gaze in as if he were falling into them.
“Welcome to the bon-dage clinic, I am Spira Trance and I will be your servicer, what treatment can I put you down for?” Spira said smiling, her voice flowing effortlessly into a business tone that comforted Nightwish, this was a fleshed-out service. Refined… approved…
A few questions flowed through Nightwish’s mind but, as Spira leaned over towards him, he got a whiff of her perfume and he realized they weren’t very important right now, only getting the service he had come for and so desperately needed “I… I dunno, I got your leaflet a couple hours ago and just… figured I’d come…” Nightwish mumbled weakly, those piercing greens boring into his skull.
“Oh, I understand, you were impulsive, we get many customers with that mentality. Well do you want over-counter or under-counter?” Spira asked smiling.
“What? What do you mean, over or under?” Nightwish asked.
“Under it is,” Spira said making a note and Nightwish felt as if he wasn’t getting something obvious “Now, can you tell me anything that appeals to you… such as ropes, scales, latex, vines, bandages?” Spira suggested and Nightwish’s face only grew a darker shade of red as Spira listed of the fetish supply this place catered to.
“Erm… bandages seem safe enough…” Nightwish mumbled thinking out loud and Spira took another note before he could stop her.
“Okay, can I take the leaflet for your free first treatment?” Nightwish handed it over and Spira cut out the coupon on the back “Alright, if you’ll just follow me, Nightwish.” The stallion nodded and followed after the mare, around the counter and through the back door.
Spira led Nightwish down an unremarkable hallway, with doors set into either side at regular intervals. Passing one door Nightwish heard a soft, long moan from a doorway that was dark through the gaps, but the doors didn’t feature windows so he couldn’t see what was happening specifically to that pony… but whatever it was, somepony was enjoying it.
“Here we are.” Spira said opening a bright white door like all the others and gesturing for Nightwish to enter.
Stepping inside revealed a room slightly larger than a broom cupboard, there was enough room for a computer set upon a tiny desk with a laundry basket set underneath and an odd machine filling the middle of the room. It was a steel pedestal with two rods on either side standing over eight feet high, for those extra tall customers or maybe something else. Unsure what to do, Nightwish nervously stood on the pedestal and Spira stepped behind the computer.
“Okay, you can put your clothes in here.” Spira said picking up the basket.
“M… my clothes?” Nightwish asked flushing “I have to strip?”
“Indeed, the sensations wouldn’t be as noticeable for customers if they are wearing layers of clothing. Don’t worry I’ve seen plenty of naked stallions before, shall I help?” Spira offered in a polite tone and Nightwish shook his head, he was going to lose his clothes either way it seemed, at least he could save a little dignity doing it himself.
Nightwish unbuttoned his jacket, handing it over to Spira who neatly and carefully folded it with her magic setting it in the basket, followed by his shirt, lifting the pile up to set his shoes on the bottom with his socks and pants so nothing would get dirty, at least from mud. Nightwish stood flushing in his underwear glancing at Spira.
“All of it.” She insisted with a small smile at the stallion’s embarrassment. Nightwish pulled his boxers off and gave them to Spira, crossing his hands over his crotch blushing “Well done, now I’m going to set it going, just relax and let the machine do its job.” Spira said as she typed in several commands.
Below Nightwish, he felt a soft vibration and motor whirring up, the rods slid down all the way to the bottom and out of sight, then there were several clicks before the rods rose back up, with shimmering, multicoloured bandages. The bandages stretched from one rod over to the other, where thick rolls of cloth on each waited to fully encase Nightwish. Spira hit enter and the machine began to spin clockwise around Nightwish, causing the bandages to slip and cling to his body. There was a sticky sap like substance coating the bandages and Nightwish looked down as they clung to his body. It made his body tingle pleasantly and there was a strong smell of maple syrup rising from the bandages, it tickled Nightwish’s nose and made him relax, his body slumping as he smiled, watching through lidded eyes as the rods twirled around and around his body, the rods rising higher and higher as his feet and ankles were bound tightly together in bandages.
Nightwish allowed his muscles to relax, his posture slumping a little until he felt magic gripping him and supporting his weight, looking up Nightwish could see Spira holding him upright and he smiled in thanks, returning his gaze to the spectacle of shimmering bandages. The twirling was getting faster, the bandages clinging and wrapping to Nightwish, covering themselves three to four times as they were moving up his body so slowly it allowed the rods to twirl several times around the same spot, securing it in place, the thick cloth padding holding itself firmly to Nightwish’s legs as they reached his knees and kept climbing. Out of curiosity, Nightwish tried to move his legs but found he couldn’t, well he could, but he couldn’t stretch them away or really move them except in a tiny circle, it was like they were glued together thanks to the bandages, and due to the pleasant numbing sensation, the bandages were spreading through his muscles, Nightwish almost thought this possible since he couldn’t see his legs.
Nightwish’s tension and apprehensions began to melt as the bandages curled and climbed higher up his body. His arms finally relaxed and fell to his sides, a few moments later the cloth touched the back of both hands and looped them tightly to his sides, looping over and up to his wrists. The bandages looping over the top of Nightwish’s thighs and then touched his limp cock and he gave a gasp. The tingling, body numbing sensation that his legs had felt had reached his cock, but unlike his body the effect was reversed. Nightwish felt every ruffle and thread of the bandages touching his cock, pressing in tightly to keep it confined in the space, as a second loop spun quickly around, his cock began to grow, but the bandages tight unyielding grip meant that it could only grow downward, trapped unable to point upward, which only served to rub it against the inside of the bandages more. A heavy bulge appeared around Nightwish’s crotch, stealing his attention entirely towards it as he wriggled, trying to touch it.
“Ah, ah, ah! No, Nightwish, don’t touch or you will block your cock from the bandages.” At once Nightwish stopped as Spira’s comment made sense and he decided it was best to listen to her specialist advice…
Nightwish looked up shocked as this muddy thought processed “Wh…what’s… happening…?” Nightwish’s jaw felt heavy, slightly numb, words were difficult and slow, the numbness had spread from his body up to his brain, making it fill with blank spots, or maybe it was being wrapped up tightly like his body and he couldn’t hear it through all those tight, comfy, sensual bandages “Nuuuuggggh!” Nightwish grit his teeth, drool trickling from the side of his lips as his cock reached full erection, trapping behind a layer of thick sexy cloth!
“That’s it Nightwish, give into the cloth, give into the scent and the bliss… let the pleasure rule your mind! Give in, stud, give in and maybe I’ll take care of your lower tension as well… or would you rather stay in the bandages for the next twelve hours, tense, horny and looping in a pleasurable torture with no end?” Spira asked with a grin.
“T-twelve hours?” Nightwish stuttered, the cloth at the top of his belly.
“That’s how long the cocktail in those bandages lasts, so that’s how long the treatment goes for. Be quick now Nightwish, your means of voicing your desires will soon be… covered.” Spira said with a chuckle.
Nightwish bit his lip, glancing down, the bandages were up to the top of his torso, the numbness and loss of sensation in all of his body except for his cock drew Nightwish’s attention more directly to his pent-up need. His balls were squished up against his hot, hard rod which was smothered in bandages and that deliciously cruel liquid, making him tingle, twitch but never find relief.
“Okay! You win, please f-fuck me!” Nightwish said his face flushing deep red as Spira smirked.
“Of course, sir.” She said and walked over to the other side of the room, out of Nightwish’s cone of vision. Spira returned to Nightwish’s point of view and smiled, held in her right hand against her hip was a long wand with a nice circular head made of a soft steel coloured latex material, connected by some palpable material covering the wires. A hitachi wand “Now, moan for me.” Spira said pushing it against Nightwish’s bulging crotch, rubbing it up and down, pushing the cloth in deeper around the bulge.
Nightwish gave a wheezing gasp and began to pant, trying to wriggle and struggle as the bandages looped around his neck… his chin and over his open mouth. Nightwish gave a grunt as his face disappeared in rainbow coloured bandages and the numbness assault his mind directly. The bandages were wrapping up his mind as well, closing it off and silencing it into muffled bliss. Spira clicked the wand on and a dull whirring filled the room as Nightwish pitched forward, giving a shaky, shuddering moan as his cock was rubbed in all directions by the soft sensual material.
The twisting bandages had stopped, having fully covered Nightwish, even over his head so they were all he could see, they merely stood sentry, holding him still and a little off the ground due to their taller height so that Spira had easy access to his writhing penis “Such a loud cloth bitch,” Spira commented smirking “You love this, the helplessness and tightness of cloth all around. You’re in love with the vibrations my wand is making on your cock… you can’t get enough as I work you to your snapping point!” Spira cooed smirking as Nightwish continued to struggle fruitlessly in desperation for relief “Shall I go… faster?” Spira said ramming the wand deeper in with the final word and Nightwish howled nodding desperately.
Spira flicked her thumb over the speed button and the hum turned steadily to a whine, with the sound of the cloth being vibrated so rapidly filling the room, drowned out by Nightwish’s moaning and wriggling, though it only served to rub his cock all over rather than escape it. Spira reached up and tapped around the side of Nightwish’s mouth, raising an eyebrow.
“Are you drooling in there?” She asked chuckling “My, my… what a slut, you’ve been wrapped up by a stranger, suspended in the air and are now being taken advantage of sexually and all you do… is moan…?” The cocoon of cloth wiggled “Was that a nod? I feel like that was a nod… you know Nightwish,” Spira clicked the vibrator up another setting and Spira had to raise her voice to be heard clearly “I’ve serviced a lot of ponies, mare or stallion doesn’t matter, but most don’t take well to the first treatment, they shun, flush, argue, sometimes beg and even recoil but you… hehe, you are leaning into it… literally. Perhaps the new cocktail is just more effective and enjoyable, because it certainly has you… gasping.” Spira laughed as Nightwish did his best to follow the wand as it retreated a little, panting with short lustful breath, before Spira returned the wand to its original position on his cock.
Nightwish wasn’t entirely listening to Spira, the most major reason for this was that his mind was a puddle of horny slush and he hardly knew what was really happening right now only just aware enough to register the overpowering relaxing sensations from the bandages and the sensitivity and movement around his crotch, getting faster and faster as Spira rubbed it up and down lazily, casually working him up higher and higher to a beautiful orgasm...
“So, Nightwish… are you going to come back again?” Spira asked rubbing tiny circles around the base of the bulge she was working on and Nightwish curled up a little, his moan high pitched and adorable “Good to hear,” Spira looked up towards his face and held her thumb down on the wand’s button until a drill like whirring filled the room “I have so many plans for you.” She mumbled and Nightwish pitched back, he body quivering and shuddering. The only visible cue of his orgasm was the dark dampening stain around his crotch which Spira rubbed up and down tenderly and slowly, slowing the power down until switching it off, now the only sound was Nightwish hoarse breathing as his quivered where he hung, the smell of musk and the bandages mingling in the air.
“Well I’ll leave you to cool down, alright Nightwish? I’ll wake you up in the morning when the cocktail has run its course.” Spira said walking over to the computer and hitting a couple buttons. The lights dimmed and a subtle sound track of the ocean began to play as Nightwish sighed, slowly becoming limp in his bindings.
He would be asleep long before Spira’s voice recording began to play.
Author's Note
Hope you enjoyed this new fetish I tried out, new to what I normally do, kind of becoming a thing really, anyway, sorry about no lamias grand dinner I got the flu bad (who coughs blood when they get a flu!?) and some other real life stuff happened. Anyway, I've got a spider story for silk lovers and I'm working on a story for Halloween with Ruby for snake lovers and trick or treaters, so look forward to it. :) Don't worry I'll still continue the grand dinner, just want a little change, please be patient :)
