Twilight walks down the deserted alleyway, up to the old oak door, and hesitates. Her hoof is poised to knock, but it hovers, her mind plagued by uncertainty. On her face is an elaborate mask, black lace and purple feathers over a beautiful dark blue base, perfectly matching the fanciful cape she wears to cover her wings and cutie mark. She takes a deep breath, and knocks four times.

She came here, to this club, to let loose and stop worrying for awhile. She has urges she feels she can't talk to anypony about, can't even confide in her friends about the problems they cause her. It's just...not safe to talk about these things.

And yet here she is, worrying about having come, defeating the whole purpose. "I should go..." Twilight murmurs, starting to turn, but the clicking of a lock being undone causes her to pause. The door slowly slides open, revealing a grey-coated earth pony wearing nothing but a basic black mask and a tight-fitting strap-on harness, carefully covering her cutie mark up. She stares Twilight up and down for a moment, nodding slowly.

"New here?" The pony at the door asks, a slight smile on her face. Twilight nods, too anxious to say anything, thinking about how hard it will be to keep her identity hidden. She's a princess! Why did she think she could pull off an anonymous masquerade club?!

The mare moves aside and motions for Twilight to follow her down the stairs. "Make sure you shut the door." She reminds, not looking back. When she reaches the landing at the bottom of the stairs, she moves aside and waits for Twilight to reach her.

They stand face to face for a moment, one shaking and the other as calm as can be.

"I can tell you're nervous. It's okay, really. No one will say anything if they recognize you, Twilight." The mare says, pulling her mask down for a moment to reveal her purple eyes. Twilight lets out an anxious squeak. "My name is Octavia, I'm on door duty tonight. This isn't common practice, I promise, but you seemed so upset I had to say something. A good number of ponies come here, princess, and I can guarantee you that some of them recognize each other. But we have a good thing here, and everypony follows the rules - we don't speak of the things that happen behind closed doors. Ever. Can you agree to that?"

Twilight hesitates a moment, then nods. "Yeah, I...I want to do this. I'm just worried it'll hit the news or something if somepony decides to say something. What a scandal, am I right?" She laughs nervously, her wings shuffling visibly under her cloak.

Octavia gives a knowing smile, reaching for the door ahead of them. She pulls a key out of a small hidden compartment and unlocks it, holding it just slightly open. "Remember, the appearance of anonymity is more important than the actuality of it." She says, then opens the door all the way and gently pushes Twilight through. Before Twilight can fully process what she sees, she hears the door shut behind her, then the click of the lock. And suddenly she's here for the night, for better or for worse.

The first thing she notices is the stage. It features three striper poles, a hanging cage, and two sets of wall shackles - Most of these things are in use. She tears her eyes from the skilled dancers on the poles to the young stallion in the hanging cage, his cream-tan pelt marked red with thick dried rivulets of candlewax, his face a twist of agony-pleasure as the candles on the roof of the cage drip on him more, slowly, ever more. His cutie mark is covered up by the wax, as is most of his back and shoulders. His hooded, yet strikingly green eyes match the green ankleband he's wearing on one of his forelegs.

Twilight feels herself blush and looks away from the stage without examining the ponies in shackles. Beside the stage is a bar, with a fairly normal looking unicorn bartender wearing no mask at all. Twilight is fairly certain she's never seen her before, but she certainly looks familiar. Her coat is white and her mane and tail are thick, long and flowing, a slightly sparkly tone to the pink hair. She's pouring drinks for two earth ponies, speaking only to the obvious dominant of the two - a large red stallion wearing a full leather mask and what appears to be a simple, stick-on pasty over his cutiemark. He has one hoof on the shoulder of what Twilight can only assume to be his partner, an earth pony mare wearing a full-body leather suit, only her green eyes exposed.

All throughout the room there are ponies in various states of fetish gear, several fucking on or under the tables and benches. Twilight spies two stallions in a jerk-off contest, a group of pegasi around them betting startling amounts of bits on who will cum first.

Twilight decides the bar is the least intimidating, and walks over, hesitating before taking a seat several down from the couple she saw earlier. She feels immensely conscious of her wings, feeling absolute certainty that the bartender knows who she is immediately upon glancing at her. The bartender gives a warm smile, walking over to Twilight and gesturing her horn towards the menu on the wall. "What can I get for you, newcomer?" She says, her voice familiar but hard to focus on. "Can I interest you in a consent band?"

On the bar in front of Twilight hovers down a set of anklet's, encased in yellow magic. A green one that says "Pain Slut", a red one that says "Sadist", Pink and Blue that say "Sub" and "Dom" respectively, a purple that says "Touchable" and a white that says "No Touching". Twilight stares blankly for a moment, startled, as the bartender places them down.

"We have several more as well, but I try not to overwhelm the newbies." The bartender says, smiling, standing up to push the bands towards Twilight with her forehooves. On her left foreleg is a golden band, made of real metal rather than rubber like the rest, with "Mistress" engraved upon it. Under it are red and white bands. Her right foreleg has a black band which says "Degrader", and an orange band inscribed with "CNC".

Twilight holds her hooves above the bands. She feels dizzy. "I feel dizzy," She says, not knowing what else to say. She slowly takes a green band, and begins staring hard at the purple band.

"You shouldn't hesitate so much." The bartender says, her voice distant to Twilight. She picks the purple band up in a cloud of yellow, and slowly presses it onto Twilight's left foreleg. She then pushes the green one up after it. "Start with these, come back if you need more." She smiles, and Twilight stares at the bands for a long moment, before nodding. She stands up, beginning to walk away when the bartender leans over the counter, the look in her eyes making Twilight pause. "Oh, and Twilight?" She whispers, voice suddenly crystal clear. "Come to me next time you need a disguise. Magic works far better than a cloak to hide an alicorn."

Twilight's face heats up, but before she can respond the Bartender - Celestia? - has walked away, pouring more cider for the couple now making out a few seats away. Before Twilight can get her hurricane of thoughts under control - why didn't I try a magic disguise? Why is Celestia bartending? How can that leather mare fit that HUGE cock in her throat? - She feels somepony tap on her side from behind. She jumps straight in the air and turns with a squeak, startling the collar-wearing unicorn behind her.

"Hey, sorry to scare you! You seem a little nervous, so I wanted to say, welcome!" The unicorn says, the poorly-applied sequins on his mask glinting in the light. He smiles big, and Twilight manages a smile back. "Do you have a stage name yet?" Twilight cocks her head to the side, and he quickly explains, "We all take fake names so we can still make friends here! You might want to think about one. You can call me Sunny!"

He trots off after that, wandering into a small group of ponies standing at the stage. Twilight heaves a sigh, too anxious to keep trying, and finds herself sitting at the bar for the rest of the night, watching the stage shows and pretending she isn't fidgeting like crazy.

She resolves to come back next week, after a day trip to Canterlot...

Author's Note

I recognize the mention of leather may seem strange considering that they're ponies but like. Can't have kink gear without leather. The Laws Of Nature and all.
It's faux leather, for what it's worth, but the ponies do call it leather.

Hope you enjoyed!! This was meant to be a one shot but I'm gonna do two or three chapters instead.