The Pink Ledger

After a few minutes’ rest and a quick slug of pear brandy, Princess Twilight Sparkle resumed her tour of the Diplomatic Congress hall. Now that she knew what to expect and could brace herself - both figuratively and literally - she felt a touch more confident.

The next door acquainted her with Ziyad, a dashing and elegant Saddle Arabian descendant of the original harem concubines gifted to Celestia. Since he was taller than the Equestrian earth pony had been, he was able to mount her more easily, and everything proceeded without difficulty. Winsome Wink diligently licked them both clean, the Princess gave the traditional lukewarm review, and then she and her maid briskly moved on with another check in the Pink Ledger.

After that came a fresher arrival, a sparkling stallion from the Crystal Empire named Eager Emerald, who wanted nothing more than to lay Twilight down on his faceted room’s bed and worship her bared hooves with his mouth. Feeling a skilled tongue massaging her frogs was a novel experience, but not an unappealing one, and being able to simply relax and be pampered soon had her feeling enough at ease to magically jill off while Emerald worked. Twilight left with a smile and a coy so-so gesture, spit-slicked hooves skating on the smooth floor.

“This is going better than I thought it would!” Twilight said as she sat by the Pink Ledger’s lectern and let Wink dry and polish her well-tongued hooves before slipping her golden shoes back on. “I was nervous at first, but they really do just want me to feel good. It’s hard not to give better reviews, you know?”

“I’m so happy things are going well, Highness,” Wink replied. “If I may be so bold, after that last display it’s hard to keep my own mouth off your hooves. He made them seem so delicious!”

The mares shared a giggle, and then Twilight led the way to the next door. “So, who do we have here?” she asked before knocking. She glanced at Wink, only to see the maid levitating a thick black blindfold and affixing it over her own eyes.

“This chamber belongs to Red Tape, the delegate from Canterlot’s own aristocracy. She does not allow commoners to see what transpires inside, Highness.”

“Is she that worried about her reputation?”

Wink shook her head. “No, Highness. Yours.”

Twilight raised an eyebrow - a pointless gesture, she suddenly realized. “Uh, okay. So what does she do?”

“She will mostly explain that herself, Highness. All I am permitted to say is that by entering the room you consent to engage in congress on her terms, and that if you wish to deny her, you must ring the bell by the door. She will entertain no other objections.”

A little of Twilight’s bright, cheery confidence wilted. She swallowed. “Wow. All right, well, as unsettling as that sounds, the last thing I want is to offend half the guest list of the next Gala, so … here goes, I guess?” She knocked twice and then opened the door.

The space inside was decorated with darker, rougher stone than Canterlot’s customary white marble. It was lit with flickering torches in sconces and sparsely furnished, furthering the dungeon-like vibes.

Red Tape herself stood near the back of the room, facing away from the door. She was tall and willowy, and her rosy mane was cinched into a bun secured with enameled metal chopsticks. Her paler pink hide was covered with a dark pencil skirt and a breezy white blouse, and tall, tightly laced black boots hugged her hind legs. She said nothing until Twilight inhaled to speak, at which point she abruptly cut her off:

“The Princess will speak when spoken to.”

Twilight fidgeted a bit. “Ah, sorry, Miss Red Tape, but I just-”

Red Tape turned sharply to face Twilight. Her dark-lined fuchsia eyes narrowed behind a metal-framed pince-nez. “During congress, the Princess will address the delegate as Empress.”

The mare’s strictness and attire stirred up flashbacks of stern librarians and teachers. Forgetting her rulership of an entire nation for a moment, Twilight meekly nodded and mumbled: “Y-Yes, Empress.” A blush hotter than any she’d felt since being ambushed by Steel Beam’s steel beam flared up on her cheeks.

The ‘Empress’ gave the tiniest hint of an approving nod, and then her horn lit up with rich red-orange magic. Nearby, a wooden armoire glowed, opened, and disgorged a stiff dressage whip - the kind coaches used to discipline their showponies in less civilized ages.

“The Princess will remove her regalia, and store it on the shelves by the door.” This time, Red Tape brought the short whip closer to Twilight to emphasize the command. No further back-talk would be tolerated, it seemed.

Twilight swallowed hard, and again replied: “Yes, Empress.” She followed Red Tape’s line of sight and spotted a simple set of wooden shelves hanging on the wall. Beside them, a single silver sleighbell on a thin chain dangled from a metal hook.

She lit up her horn to lift off her crown, peytral, and shoes, but at that same instant the whip swung and gave her a sharp, stinging lash right on the tender flesh of her left cutie mark. She cried out as much in shock as in pain; the expertly judged strike did barely any harm.

Red Tape frowned. “The Princess will not use magic unless explicitly told to or choosing to ring the mercy-bell.” She trotted closer to Twilight, black snake-hide boots clicking, and lit up her horn again. This time, the hardwood cabinet provided a thick band of glossy black crystal. Red Tape seized Twilight with a magical grip around her muzzle, and tugged her head downward. The ring spun down the spiral shaft of her horn until it came to rest against her brow.

“Yes, Empress …” The dampening ring choked Twilight’s magical flow, reducing it to a bare trickle. In this state, ringing that tiny bell would be about all she could even manage. She was bound. Helpless. Her pulse quickened.

“The Princess will remove her regalia, and store it on the shelves by the door.” Red Tape turned and trotted deeper into the room while she waited for Twilight to obey.

Obey she did. Twilight doffed her shoes, shrugged out of her peytral, and tugged off her crown, and then carefully placed each of them on the shelves using her hooves and mouth. Nude outside of bath or bedtime for the first time in a few years, Twilight let out an anxious whimper as she turned back toward Red Tape and awaited further commands.

Red Tape pointed at the floor in front of her with the whip. “The Princess will approach her Empress.”

“Yes, Empress.” Twilight almost took a step forward, but then recalled the sting of that whip. She paused for a moment, and then dropped down to the floor. She wriggled and crawled forward on her belly, and even spread her wings to drag them on the floor.

Once again, Red Tape offered a tiny trace of satisfaction. She lit up her horn and raised up a heavy black bridle fitted with broad blinders and a thick rubber bit. Her magic brushed Twilight’s mane back as she enveloped the Princess’s head with the thing, and wedged the bit between her jaws.

Unable to fully close her mouth now, Twilight was drooling in moments. She squirmed on the floor, and huffed and squeaked around the rubber bit.

“The Princess will be purified. The Princess will be made worthy to please her Empress.”

Red Tape moved to the side, unseen behind the cover of the blinders. She let a silent moment pass, heavy with portent, and then gave Twilight’s flanks another lash. And another. And another.

And another.

As hot, aching welts slowly appeared crisscrossing her cutie marks, Twilight champed at her bit and squinted through tears. With her pampered, protected palace life, it had been years, entire years, since she’d felt anything she could even charitably describe as pain. She’d almost forgotten the sensation. And feeling it like this, so completely robbed of control, so humiliatingly dominated, stirred up a strange, disorienting heat in her nethers. By the time Red Tape relented, Twilight’s glistening, dripping sex was kissing the air.

Red-orange magic squeezed Twilight’s pussy and gave a quick, chiding pinch to her clit. “The Princess will not climax without permission, and never before her Empress does.”

Twilight moaned around her gag. “Y’ff, Mm’prfff…”

More of Red Tape’s magic gripped Twilight’s bridled head, and then the aura pressed tightly around her ring-bound horn. It formed a snug, smooth, cylindrical shield.

“The Princess will keep her eyes downcast and her head still.” Red Tape hiked up her skirt and lifted her tail, revealing cutie marks displaying a rain of bright-red X-marks, and then backed up toward Twilight’s safely sheathed horn. She let out a sigh as the shaft slipped inside her. She soon started rolling her hips, riding Twilight’s face, and once she’d settled into a steady rhythm she reached out with more magic and started stroking Twilight’s feverish cunt.

“Nngh … the Princess … will not … climax before … her Empress…” she warned again as she slowly picked up the pace.

Twilight chewed her bit and braced against the hot, heavy thuds of the other mare’s hindquarters. Every breath was spiced with the scent of Red Tape’s lust. Streaks of her nectar covered Twilight’s face. And every bounce, every thrust, was matched by a firm caress to her pussy. Twilight groaned. Drool dripped from her chin. Her tail lashed the air.

“Yesss … that’s it … the Empress is … ahh … pleased …” Twilight’s erotic anguish only encouraged Red Tape. She bounced faster, harder, breath coming in quickening gasps, until her sex began to clench around Twilight’s shielded horn. She raised the whip and gave a few final, jolting strikes to Twilight’s sides.

“The P-Princess … will climax … NOW!”

Hot wetness covered Twilight’s muzzle as Red Tape cried out in ecstasy. The Unicorn’s fierce command and her wicked whip-stings and her urgent magical stroking could not be denied. Twilight obeyed.

“Y-Y’FFF, MM’PRFF! Y’FFF! Y’FFFFF! NNNHHH!”

For a moment, everything else was gone. Twilight felt outside herself, looking down at a quivering, eye-rolling, bound and bridled alicorn obscenely gushing a puddle onto the dungeon floor with her horn brow-deep inside another mare.

When she came back to her senses, she was sore and sweaty and breathless, sniffling back tears and whimpering like a frightened filly … but inside, she was at peace. Serene. The nagging doubts and fears and anxieties, the thousands of worries and concerns and obligations that usually swirled around her mind were, at least for now, silent.

Red Tape called Wink over with a sharp whistle, and while the blindfolded maid licked her pussy clean, Red Tape took care of unshielding and unbridling and unbinding Twilight herself. She set the props aside and looked down into the Princess’s teary, bleary eyes with a warm, motherly smile, and then gave her musk-bathed mouth a lingering, passionate kiss.

“Did my services satisfy Her Highness?” she asked when their lips parted.

Twilight gave a meek nod. “Yes, Em- … ah, yes, Red Tape. Quite satisfactory, indeed.”

The unicorn nodded, and then continued her gentle aftercare. She licked Twilight’s face clean, and then her nethers as well. She applied cooling, soothing ointment to her welts, and ran a brush through the tangles in her flowing mane and tail. She even helped Twilight back into her regalia.

Back out in the grand hall, Twilight heaved a shaky sigh as she checked off Red Tape’s name in the Pink Ledger. “Wink …?”

The maid removed her blindfold. “Yes, Highness?”

“I would like to send a letter to my friend Rarity. I need to tell her I’m going to be attending her next midnight masquerade, after all.”