Months passed since the Anya and Pathfinder’s first experimentation into bondage together, and ever since they routinely ventured back into that strange setting of eroticism. Once a week they’d spend time together with the pegasus stallion bound in some manner while his griffon companion took advantage of his body. The things she did to him, teasing his sensitive areas, putting him into compromising positions, and roughly making love to him in ways that intensified every sexual interaction. The gryphoness was a beast in bed, and Pathfinder her willing plaything.

When the time came for another session to take place, Path happy lead himself back into her bedroom, and today was no different for him. Walking to her doorstep, he couldn’t wait to see what new, thrilling thing she would do to him. She had mentioned stepping things up a notch after their last session, but said nothing more about it. When Pathfinder tried to ask her directly, he was told it was a secret and simply escorted from her home. From that day all he could think about was what she had planned, having trouble focusing on any task without some kinky image entering his thoughts. In the end, he could only come to one conclusion, and that was if he could imagine it, then it would not compare with what Anya had in mind.

Heart pounding, eager to be Anya’s slave once more, the pegasus knocked on his associate’s door, but received no response. He did this several times, each with no reply. After a while he started to get worried. It wasn’t like Anya to miss one of their sessions, seeing how much she enjoyed having the stallion’s body all to herself to do with as she pleased. Becoming worried, the pony checked the door.

He took the knob in hand, and twisted. There was no resistance, and it turned so that the door could open. Path then pushed open the door slowly, not wanting to intrude in case his fears were wrong. “Hello?” he said, getting nothing in return. That only got him more worried, so he opened the door completely and stepped inside. “Anya, are you in here?”

Still no response. Path closed the door behind him and looked around, hoping that he wouldn’t find what he feared, and that Anya had just forgotten that today was their scheduled playdate. “Anya!” he yelled a few more times, but on the third attempt to call for his feathery female friend, he was cut short. Something on the table caught his eye, a folded up piece of paper with his name on it.

“What’s this about?” Path said to himself, picking up the paper. Unfolding it, he discovered writing inside.

“Dear Path,” it started, “Sorry if you got here before I got back. I realised that forgot something for what I had planned for today, and I’ll be out for a little bit.”

That was a relief. So Anya had just gone out to pick up something, and nothing was wrong. The note had more on it that that though, so Path continued reading.

“If you want, you can get ready while I’m out. I’ve left a few more notes around the house with instructions. Follow them to the letter, and we’ll be able to get right to the good stuff as soon as I get back. First one is right next to my room.”

Pathfinder folded the letter up and tossed it back on the table with a grin. Leave it to Anya to not only find a way to save time while she was doing errands, but to make a fun game out of it to keep Path occupied while she was gone.

“Guess I better play along and ready myself up for her.” Pathfinder had taken a liking to playing his part as a submissive, so following his mistress’ commands that she left him filled him with a bit of glee. He wondered how much time he had till she returned, and if he could finished everything before she got home. It was gonna be fun to try.

Rushing to where the letter told him to go first, Path made his way to her bedroom door. On his way there, he caught the next letter sitting on a hamper sitting next to the frame. Without hesitation, he snatched it up and unfolded it open.

“Remove all your clothes and put them in the hamper. Leave nothing on. When finished go inside my room. Leave the door open.”

Pathfinder happily obeyed the piece of paper, not even setting it down before going to remove his shirt. With a flip open of the hamper’s lid, the article of upper body wear went in, leaving the male pony topless. Next went his pants, hastily unbuttoned, unzipped, and slipped off his legs in a near blink of an eye. They quickly joined the shirt in the hamper, filling the container quite nicely.

With those two pieces gone, all that was left was his underwear, which at this time tightly wrapped around a moderately sized bulge at his crotch. It was a good thing no one else was around, as his erection would have been a bit embarrassing had someone could see it through the thin layer of cloth covering his waist. He couldn’t help it though. This mistressing via post was getting him very excited. He had a little more trouble getting the elastic band out far enough to remove the material, but after a bit of adjustments he managed to remove the last piece of clothing he had on his person, having it follow the same fate at the bottom of the clothes bin as the previous parts of his attire.

Now without anything covering his body, Path’s body laid bare, exposed erection and all. “Now what was next?” The pegasus looked at his paper, and said aloud, “Right, go into her room. I wonder why she wants me to leave the door open though. I guess it’s so I don’t surprise her when she gets home.”

Once more Path complied with the instructions given to him, and without further question entered the room. Over the past few weeks, the stallion began to greatly enjoy this room. After all, it was where he and Anya did all their love making. He could smell the gryphons scent the moment he entered through the room, like a heavy perfume radiating off the blankets on her bed.

That scent, along with the room itself, heightened his arousal to near unbearable levels. He deeply wished that Anya was there now so they begin their date, but this want helped him to seek the next note to alleviate his impatious desires, finding it had been left on the foot of his lover’s bed. Without hesitation, he took it and opened it to receive his next orders.

“Around the room are notes numbered ‘1’ to ‘4’. Go to them in order and do as they say.”

The instructions were brief, yet clear. He had to get these four letters and fulfill their requests, preferably before Anya got back. Fortunately, he had already spotted the number 1 note while making his way to the bed, hanging from the handle of her ‘toy closet’. Practically skipping his way there, the pegasus tore it off the handle and took a look.

“Open the closet and pick out your favorite gag. Put it in your muzzle, and lock it in place. I’m carrying all my keys, so make sure you pick the right one first time.”

Path opened the door with hardly a thought, revealing the many objects inside. Cuffs, collars, paddles, crops, and other BDSM paraphernalia hung from the walls of the enclosure that was only just small enough to a ‘closet’. Anya had quite the collection of such things, having dabbled in bondage and dominant/submissive play for much longer than Path. If he had time, he would have admired the collection for a while, but from where he stood he could see the things he had been sent for, and the number 2 note on the floor beneath them.

As he approached, he was tempted to take a sneak peek at the note to see what the next step would be, but he felt that wasn’t proper for some reason. So instead he looked at the items on the wall, ready to pick out the one he most enjoyed.

There were roughly a dozen different types of gags for him to choose from, and he had tried most of them already in previous sessions. From the ball gags, which forced his mouth open while sealing it’s passage shut, to strap gags, which wrapped his muzzle to trap it shut, to dental gags, which allowed Anya unrestrained access to do what she pleased with his orifice. He had to pick his favorite though, and when it came down to it the one he liked most was a simple bit gag, made of a solid piece of oak rod covered in a soft, rubbery substance that made safe to bite down during the more intense parts of passionate play.

With a slip of the small bar into his mouth, and a wrapping of its leather straps around his head and through his mane, Path secured it into place and locked it. There was no going back now, but he believed he made the right choice. Thus done, the next task was ready, so he grabbed note number 2, eagerly reading the next order.

“Go to my vanity mirror. There you will find some ribbon. Tie it around your dick. Make sure it’s nice and tight. Then open the middle drawer.”

Path, mind filled with excitement, made a dash to the mirror. There he found a length of red ribbon, just as the note said he would. “Hrr eh es”, Path said aloud, somehow forgetting already that his mouth was now being obstructed and that he wouldn’t be able to form proper words. He got a chuckle out of his slurred sentence, but continued the task he was given by taking the ribbon.

From the way Anya had put it, it seemed that she wanted him to use the the ribbon as a makeshift cock ring, something to wrap around his sex organ to keep it from deflating. He didn’t really see a need, since his dick had been stiff since he had removed his clothing. Still, if the note said to do it, it had to be done. So he took the bit of fabric and put it around his shaft, making a loop around his sensitive, swollen sex organ. He was about to tie a simple knot, something that would complete the goal given, but then he noticed that he had a lot of excess ribbon hanging over from where the knot would be tied.

This gave Path an idea. While the note told him to put a ribbon on his cock, it didn’t define how he was supposed to do it. Getting an idea into his head, he positioned the parts where the two ends of the strip met directly on his urethra. With a half knot and two loops, he created a bow from the ribbon, giving his penis a gift wrapped look. It was like something out of a perverted magazine or a lewd image. He wasn’t even sure if the idea was something he thought up himself, or just something he had seen before, but he was sure that Anya would love it.

Another task done, he thought, remembering this time that his mouth was obstructed, On to the next note.

He opened the drawer, and there was note 3, along with two pairs of shackles inside. Pathfinder almost didn’t have to read the note to know where these was going, but he happily took it up and looked inside anyways.

“Take these shackles and put a pair on your ankles. Then cuff your wrists together behind your back. Once done, the last note is by the front door. No flying allowed once they are on.”

Path was reaching the home stretch. Just this simple task, and one more, and he would have achieved his self made goal. He hastily grabbed one of the chain linked, leather cuffs, and bent over to begin binding himself. The pegasus started by placing one of the leather cuffs around his right ankle, finding that the inside of it was padded to comfortably hug his appendages and prevent chaffing. Anya always put consideration in her tools, and how they would effect her partners.

What seemed to be an issue though was the length of chain given was very short. Hardly any links connected one of the cuffs from the other, and if his legs were parted even slightly, then he had difficulty getting the second cuff around his other ankle. Only when he brought his legs as close together as possible could he make it reach, which only showed him that this was the intention of the device. As soon as he locked the second cuff on, his legs would not be able to part, meaning he would not be able to walk even in short steps. Still he did it with no objections, or forthought of what the note wanted him to do once he was done equipping himself.

As soon as those were firmly attached to his ankles, the wrist ones were next. He had similar difficulty with these ones, as the length of chain was the same, and while he could easily get one on in front of him, the part afters was going to be much more problematic. Having to bind his wrists behind his back, he had complications fumbling to get the other cuff on. Not only because it was difficult to position his hands just right to let him get to the buckle, but also cause his wings were causing a lot of interference.

After several minutes of messing with the restraints, adjusting his position, moving his wings, even lowing himself to the floor and laying down on it with the idea that it would somehow help, the stallion finally got them buckled tightly around his arms. That completed his third task, or at least half of it. Now he had to make his way to the next note, which was all the way at Anya’s front door.

That would seem simple enough, but bound in his shackle set he couldn’t just walk to the door. He couldn’t even get back up to his hooves as he was, as he lacked the balance needed to get back to his hooves, another issue brought on by his wings. Normally that wouldn’t be a big problem, with a flap of his wings he could lift himself back to his hooves, and hop his way out of the room, but he was told ‘no flying’ and even a simple flap seemed like cheating.

He could just take the shackles off, the thought had crossed his mind. As they were, they were unlocks and completely undoable. They were so difficult to get on in the first place though, and would feel a shame to have gone through all that work just to remove them and have to do it all over again. With removal of the shackles and flying both out of the picture, he could only thing of one other way to get to the number 4 note.

It took a bit of adjusting, but in a matter of minutes Path managed to rotate himself onto his belly. It was the best position he could think of to move around, seeing that his wings also prevented him from laying on his back and scooting pushing himself with his legs around the house. What a horrible day to be a pegasus, but he felt that his gryphon friend knew all this ahead of time, and what he was about to do was exactly what she wanted.

Placing his knees on the ground, he lifted his body up to a half kneeling position, only to them move his torso forward as far as he could. Then, using his upper body strength, he pulled his legs after, getting a small amount of distance toward the front door with his action. Pathfinder repeated this over and over, caterpillaring his way through the house, making his way to his destination in small intervals, squirming over the carpet and around Anya’s furniture.

Eventually the front door came into the pegasus’ field of vision, and right next to it, on a small pedestal that positioned next to the door so it would be concealed by it when Path entered, was the fourth and final note. All he had to do was reach it, read it, and do what it said, and he would have, in his own mind, won this game she set for him. His efforts to crawl his way to the scrap of paper doubled, and Path even started to break out in beads of sweat as he strained his body through sheer determination. He felt like he could do this, that he could finish his goal.

...But then the door handle started to turn.

Pathfinder, still a few feet away from the door, watched as the handle moved, the turning of the mechanism inside hitting his ears as they allowed entry to whoever it was on the other side. It had to be Anya, as no one else would be here at this time or be so brazen to just walk into her home unannounced. Path had gotten so close, but time had ran out for him. He could have tried to get to the letter in a last ditch effort, but he was honestly already pretty tired, and even if he could muster the strength to get himself there, he couldn’t possibly read the instructions listed and act them out in the time it took someone to open a door. Sadly, he had to give up, and in doing so he relaxed his body in the position it was at the moment the knob started to turn.

The door slowly opened, and as expected Anya came through from the other side, carrying a sizable bag in her talon. The first thing she saw upon entering was her pegasus friend, all bound up, face to the floor, rump in the air, panting from behind a bit gag and slightly drooling on her carpet. Her eyes widened briefly at the sight of it, but then quickly shifted as a devious smirk grew across her face.

“Wow, I really didn’t expect you to get this far.” Anya said, going aside Path’s prone form. She eyed up her stallion friend greedily before crouching down to a level closer to his current height. “I was sure you’d ignore one of my commands and lock yourself in my room, but look at you. Limbs trapped, dick tied, mouth shut, and you even got into the pose I wanted. All four notes, done in the time it took me to go to the store.”

All four? Path questioned in his mind. He had only gotten to three of the notes. He hadn’t even seen what was written on the fourth. Why did she say that he had gotten to everything?

Thinking about it for a second, it became obvious what the command on the last note was. After getting himself ready, what else was there left to do, aside from being a good pet and waiting for her at the door? He had to laugh that by doing his best to complete her tasks, he had done so accidentally despite not having enough time.

Anya laid her bag on the floor, reaching into it as she said to Path, “Such dedication deserves a reward, and I have just the thing for you in here.”

Path watched happily and helplessly as Anya pulled a brand new leather collar from her bag, and wrapped it around his throat. She had clearly intended to use this on him regardless of his progress, but somehow all the work he did gave him the feeling that he really earned his new accessory. As it hugged his neck, he felt some degree of pride swell up in him. None of this was meant to be a test, but he had excelled in his role as a submissive.

“There we go, on nice and tight.” Anya said as she finished fitting Path with his collar. “Now we just need one more thing.” Reaching into her bag one more time, the gryphon took out a leash.

At the mere sight of it, Path knew what it meant for him, and let out a whimper.

“Come on,” Anya said in a stern, but someone humored tone while placing the clip of the leash on a D-ring on Path’s collar, “I know you’ve done a lot already, but I just need you to do a little bit more for me.”

The gryphon stood up, and gave the leash a few tugs. Reluctantly, Path complied with her wordless command, turning himself around back toward her room, then starting another caterpillar crawl back to it. He was certain that once he got in there, he would receive his real reward, the session of passionate and romantic BDSM play that they had planned for that day. He used that as his motivation, and made it through the doorway to his promised moment in paradise. Despite feeling tired, strained, and helpless, when that door closed behind him he felt as if he couldn’t have been happier to be trapped by his domineering gryphon mistress.

Author's Note

A little chapter made at the request of Scylla for their birthday. Might be a little less graphic than my usual stuff, but I felt a sweet display of loyalty and self bondage would be amusing. I hope you all enjoy this small expansion to the original story.