A New Kind of Game... 2

by Final_Draft

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sweetie Belle, Anthro, Romance, Drama, Porn, Button Mash, Fetish
Length: 28142

Sweetie Belle continues her games, and learns the value of restraint.

After the events of last night, and her extremely close call with her coltfriend, Sweetie basically learns nothing and continues with her kinky games... with one sorely dangerous detail.

Cover Art: Derpibooru.org Image ID: 2916866

Fetish Tags: F-self, self-bondage, bondage, latex, armbinder, multiple gags, nipple clamps, breast bondage, orgasm denial/edging, climax, large toys, "liberties" with anatomy, panic, artificial cum inflation, enema, food play, roleplay, electric play, maid.
Sweetie Belle as depicted in this story is 18+
Button Mash as depicted in this story is 18+

Sorry for the wait!

Published 2024-01-26 14:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-01-26 14:20:00 UTC

The Fun Never Ends...

A New Kind Of Game…

Part 2

By: Final_Draft

Sweetie sighed deeply as the hot water cascaded down her bare skin and lustrous white coat, soothing the ache in her muscles and rinsing away the grime of last night’s play. The lovely excuse for aftercare was one of the fine points of participating in bondage play. An excuse to pamper yourself, and after going through such rigorous self bondage made it all the sweeter.

Especially when an unexpected guest made that playful torment last much longer than originally planned… Sweetie thought as she lathered her mane and tail in the fragrant conditioner and shampoo. Then remembered that she needed to go visit Button while she made her rounds today.

What he did was very sweet, she thought with a warm smile. He at the very least deserved an explanation for why I couldn’t be with him. Even if it will be a lie…

Of course it would be a lie. A white lie, but a lie nonetheless. Though… it still made her feel bad about doing so.

What? Did anyone really think she would just tell Button the truth for why she couldn’t be there? Hell no! Oh, yeah she was there all right, bound and gagged in the panty less than a foot from where Button had been searching for a can of whatever. Oh, didn’t you realize, Button? Your hand was less than six inches from your marefriend’s latex-clad, practically naked breasts.

So close that you could have groped her tits. In fact, that interesting little chain that you hung the cooking apron on? That was attached to clamps on her rock-hard nipples! Yup! Oh, and how could you have not heard the medium-high vibrators locked into her drenched pussy and stretched ass with a chastity belt that she could not remove?

Actually… how DID he miss the buzzing? Sweetie blushed at the thought. Yeah, Button missed quite a show.

She still wondered what his reaction would have been if she had been caught last night. But regardless, she would never tell him the truth. Even if she believed that her coltfriend would have had a positive reaction, she just did not want to take that chance. Button was kind, playful, loved games like she did, was fun to be around even if he was sometimes overly shy (though nothing compared to Fluttershy, of course), and yes there were times he could be a blockhead, but he was her blockhead. And the mere possibility of losing him because of her own feitishes was just too risky.

“No,” Sweetie said to herself as she let the shower rinse away all the suds. She glanced down at the slight redness to her torso, knees, and ankles; the aftereffects of sleeping bound the night before. She also knew, even if she couldn’t see it, that her cheeks and muzzle sported that red soreness from the duct tape gag, which was ever so fun to remove. “Maybe one day he’ll understand, or rather I would be ready to explain myself, but not now. Not for a good, long while.”

Reaffirmed in her decision, Sweetie shut off the water and opened the steamed curtain. Using three soft towels and the beautifully convenient water extraction spell, Sweetie dried herself completely in just a few minutes. At the same time, a pair of brushes worked their magic on her mane and tail in order to give them their attractive flow and curls. She was nowhere near as curly now as when she was a filly, mostly thanks to the fact that her mane and tail were much longer now. Her mane came down to her rear while her tail flowed onwards, almost reaching her ankles where length and gravity did most of the work for her.

Once most of her beautifying business had been taken care of, Sweetie turned her attention to her face, where the angry red still persisted.

Hmm, can’t exactly go outside like this. Sweetie ran a slender hand along her red cheeks. Far too many questions. Even worse, some might realize what that redness truly was.

Luckily, as Sweetie reached into the drawer and took out a special tub of cream that she kept hidden in the back of the drawer and away from prying eyes, that wouldn’t be a problem in just a few moments.

From the outside, it was an innocusous tub of facial cream. It was designed that way, for privacy, but truly came from a specialty store. The same breed of store where Sweetie bought some of her gear. Sweetie also had suspicions that the very same store was where Rarity got most – if not all – of her stuff, too.

I would bet a week’s worth of pay that she has a tub somewhere up there. Sweetie hummed thoughtfully, her gaze curiously upwards towards the ceiling, where her older sister’s bathroom was.

That thought aside, Sweetie opened the top and took a small dollop of the scentless white cream. Not only was the stuff expensive, but it was quite effective as that small dollop would be enough for the entirety of her face and neck. A few minutes of gentle rubbing, and that redness faded away from existence and left Sweetie devoid of any post gag face.

“I wonder how many mares in Ponyville have a tub of this stuff,” Sweetie asked curiously as she glanced out the one-way window. It was still morning, around ten o’clock, as the outside markets bustled with activity as merchants sold their wares and customers perused. Like any other lovely sunny day, everyone happily went about their business.

Sweetie glanced briefly from each mare that she could see. Stealthily concealed behind the blinds of her second story bathroom, the question on her lips with each one. Did she have one? What about her? Or that one there with the sun hat? Or her, the one walking with her husband, arm in elbow? Assuming she did, did he know about it?

Sweetie had always been precocious and nosey as a filly. That habit never completely went away, but she did take care to reign that curiosity in. An innocent young filly asking such nosey questions was sometimes pretty amusing and maybe even cute, but a grown mare asking? No, no, that was just rude and wouldn’t do at all, a fact that Rarity always impressed upon her while growing up. Inquiring about a mare’s fetishes was just as taboo as asking her age. You just didn’t. At least not randomly or asking those you did not know well enough.

Which brought up an interesting thought for Sweetie Belle as she closed the blinds. She had never sat down with her friends and had any of that kind of talk. They did talk and tease about boys as the years went by, but it never really went beyond that. But even if that conversation did come up, would Sweetie have the courage to disclose what she liked, even to her besties?

Unlikely.

“Sometimes bondage is a lonely interest…” Sweetie sighed. Sometimes it felt like her relationships and friendships felt incomplete without having the confidence to share those deep, dark secrets. All she could really do was hold it off with the hopeful excuse of ‘one day’.

Shaking the thoughts away for now, Sweetie put the cream away without applying any more. Yes, she still had the other angry marks on her body from the straitjacket and cuffs, but those were easily hidden with clothing and would fade away in just a few hours anyway.

Sweetie smiled at herself and then made her way downstairs in her birthday suit. After all, why not? She was completely alone and was something she did any time Rarity was out of town. She grabbed the milk and her favorite cereal, and gave herself a generous bowl while the morning news played on the TV. She didn’t pay much mind to the news, it was mostly just background noise. That and she wasn’t going to be staying home for much longer anyway.

That done, she trotted her way back upstairs to dress… and paused just inside her room.

“You know…” Sweetie eyed her sister’s open chest that had all the bondage gear. She since cleaned everything as she always did. The chastity belt sat on top, open and with its twin phalluses that were in her holes only a few hours ago.

Staring at the device, Sweetie mentally ran through her agenda. All in all it was a short list of chores that would only take a couple hours. Tops.

Yeah, I can do that! A cheshire cat grin spread across her cheeks as Sweetie set to work.

She grabbed the corset, the chastity belt and a long length of rope. First the corset went around her waist and was laced to her comfortable eighteen inches, enough to shorten her breath and give her that squeezing feeling but wouldn’t hurt any time soon. After that, Sweetie stood in the mirror, twisting and turning as she wove a Neighponese shibari harness all around her torso, chest, and groin. In particular she had the ropes lightly circle and squeeze her breasts, and a crotch rope that had a knot hovering just over her love button. Finally she donned the chastity belt, once again filling her pussy and ass with its invaders. She pumped them up a little bit, but left the vibrators off.

Oh Goddesses, I can’t believe I’m about to do this! Sweetie blushed furiously as she disconnected the pumps, her work done with quivering hands.

“Ooooh what am I doing?” Sweetie said softly as she gathered up her real clothes.

“I must be insane.” A simple pair of blue jeans slid up her legs, panties foregone with the use of the chastity belt.

“What if someone notices?” Soft socks enveloped her feet, followed by her tennis shoes.

“What would I do?” She placed a bra over her hardened nipples and the harness, then a long sleeved pink blouse, which she tucked in with her jeans. Then followed that with a black wonderbolts T-shirt she got from a concert.

“Just how would I explain myself?” Sweetie wrapped the base of her tail with a bandanna, ending in a cute bow. Lastly she put on a jeweled bracelet that Rarity got her a few Hearth’s Warmings ago, then her ear rings and a heart shaped necklace that Button got her a couple birthdays ago.

“W-well?” Sweetie asked, turning this way and that in the mirror.

From the outside she looked totally normal. Any unicorn mare in her late teens, alluring and beautiful, but not out of place or odd. Underneath her clothing she was anything but.

“Oooooh, myyy…!” Sweetie moaned out as even slight movement caused the harness to caress her in a multitude of intimate ways. Particularly the knot under the chastity belt, rubbing against her clit, and the light harness circling her DD, perky breasts. And of course there were the two dildoes firmly pumped up in her sex and rear.

“J-Just play it cool.” Sweetie gave a shaky breath. This would be very interesting.

Sweetie made her way downstairs, noting that in addition to the rope harness squeezing and rubbing intimately against her, walking with dildoes pumped into her definitely changed things.

“Mmmmngh,” Sweetie gave a soft moan as her breath quickened slightly. “Oh this is gonna be hard…” Sweetie found her bicycle and exited the house after grabbing her wallet, keys, and communication mirror.

The instant Sweetie exited the Boutique, she was firmly in the public eye. The Boutique, which was also her home, was firmly in the middle of Ponyville. Just shy of the marketplace center. In front of everyone.

Oh gosh. I can feel it, my face is still red! She paused for long seconds, taking her sweet time to lock the front door in a vane hope to give that blush time to fade. But eventually she had to force herself to move on.

Sweetie’s heart pounded less from the hidden bondage and more from her growing sense of arousal and anxiety. Every pony that smiled at her, waved, or said good morning to her had Sweetie feel a jolt of paranoia. But she painstakingly reminded herself that she had to keep up the facade, so she waved back, said hello in kind, and then would quickly and discreetly check herself to make sure the chastity belt, corset, and ropes were still concealed.

Then she got on her bike.

“Hah-mmph!!” Sweetie immediately lifted her rear off the seat, a hand jumped to her mouth to silence the escaping half-yelp and half-moan.

Okay! Didn’t expect that! “Hmmph…” Sweetie sighed into her hand, then glanced to see somepony staring.

She grinned awkwardly and waved. “Heh, the s-seat is hot!” But she quickly realized how dumb that was. Idiot! You’re wearing jeans! “Aheh, heh…” That, and the bike was inside, how could it possibly have been hot?

But luckily the couple dismissed the strangeness and moved on.

I should have expected that… Sweetie mentally grimaced as she started her ride down the street. Of course the seat would push them in more, duh. I suppose I just didn’t expect it to feel so… good.

Sweetie swiftly made her way to Sugarcube Corner and her source of income. There she found Pinkie Pie working with Mrs. Cake, preparing a bundle of a few parcels for her.

“Just a few today?” Sweetie smiled at the counter as she leant on it with her elbows.

Mrs. Cake smiled and gave a nod. “Afraid so darling. Pinkie says the birthdays and parties are a little light this month, but there’s always an opening to help bake if you like and want some extra bits.” Sweetie nodded, but politely declined. “How are your savings coming, dear?”

Sweetie smiled and gave an understanding nod. “Very good!” She waited a tad longer to give herself time to relax, the crotch rope and dildoes kept reminding her with every step and she wanted to keep herself firmly under control. “Thanks for letting me work for you, I really do appreciate it.” Sweetie gestured to a group of parcels and Mrs. Cake nodded that they were hers.

“Any time, Sweetie.” Mrs. Cake waved her goodbye and Sweetie left.

Phew, so far so good. Sweetie unfolded the cargo rack on her bike and secured the parcels after looking at their destinations. All of them were somewhat close, so it would be a quick round of trips, thankfully.

That’s good, because these things are driving me crazy. Sweetie suppressed yet another moan as she rode. Every bump and jostle would jar the bike’s seat and shove the twin phalluses in while the constant motion of her legs ground the rope against her body, especially as she crested hills and because Ponyville didn’t have proper roads and were thus quite bumpy. The corset, despite being her normal cinch, fought with Sweetie when she began to pant from a slow simmer of arousal.

The deliveries went without too much trouble. A few asked if Sweetie was all right due to her raging blush and gentle panting. Being somewhat clever with her lies, Sweetie claimed it was the heat (it was a tad warm that day) and played up that story with a slightly exaggerated pant and by fanning herself. All of it with an awkward, semi-panicked grin.

I can’t believe I’m getting away with this! Sweetie fascinated over her luck as she rode back to Sugar Cube Corner. Still, it seemed everyone was buying her little white lies and did not suspect the kinky under garments that tormented the young unicorn mare.

Her easy work done, Sweetie then rode her way to Button’s house, which was a tad farther out of Ponyville. Leaving her bike on the ground, Sweetie knocked on the door and waited. Instead of it opening, she heard a voice beckoning her to enter and did so.

In the kitchen was Button’s mom, Cream Heart, clad in her chef’s apron and preparing what Sweetie believed to be a soup of some kind, as she was hard at work dicing up some carrots and onions. The latter in particular as she used a clean towel to wipe her eyes.

“Hello Missus Cream Heart!” Sweetie exclaimed happily.

“And hello to you too, Sweetie Belle.” Cream Heart smiled as she worked.

“Is Button upstairs?” Sweetie asked, then tilted her head and examined the project underway. Definitely a lovely vegetable soup in the works. “Would you like some help?” She offered. A distraction would help her deal with the… distractions under her clothes.

“Oh no, sweetheart, I’m quite all right here.” Cream Heart smiled at Sweetie, but then it waned just a little. “Are you all right, hon? Your face is red.”

“Oh! Hehe, yeah I just finished a round of deliveries, and it feels warm out today.” Sweetie fanned herself with practiced ease and gave a gentle pant.

“Huh, well go get some water, okay? I wouldn’t want you to overheat.” Though as Cream Heart said that, Sweetie worried that she would put it together that something wasn’t quite right. Cream absolutely had the motherly sixth sense that seemed to pluck things out of thin air. “And yes, Button is upstairs.”

“Right! Thanks! I will!” She smiled her best and hoped her usual happy demeanor would mask her secret well enough as she grabbed a glass of water from the sink and downed it quickly. She wasn’t really thirsty, but denying the offer would have looked suspicious.

Dismissed from helping, Sweetie padded her way upstairs and went to Button’s room, her ever-present ‘friends’ nibbling at the edges of her thoughts. She opened the door a crack and found Button, as always, sitting on the scruffy couch in his room, controller in hand and headset covering his ears.

“Not surprising,” Sweetie giggled. It was quite rare that she found him not playing some game up here. She knew his mom didn’t much care for it, but she had always said that as long as Button did what was asked of him, then she turned a blind eye. Which Button did.

Sweetie glanced at the screen and saw that Button was playing some kind of 3rd person game, his character looked Neighponese and had on what looked like a samurai robe and was fighting similarly styled enemies. Then it hit her; it had to be the game he mentioned the night before. Perfect! She was actually curious to see it.

Sweetie slowly crept in, allowed to do so unnoticed because Button’s back was to her. Gently and slowly, Sweetie climbed over behind him, her legs to either side of Button and her abdomen behind his head. Button took no notice, engrossed in the fantasy world and practically blind and deaf to what was happening around him in the real world.

She stifled a giggle as she sat there, enjoying the sight as she savored the surprise.

Sweetie slid herself forward without warning, gliding down behind her coltfriend and down the couch like a wedge. She quickly wrapped her arms and legs around his torso, trapping his arms. He yelped and squirmed briefly, his head turning to see who was assaulting him. Predicting this, Sweetie met his lips with her own and gave a long, happy smooch.

“Hey!” Sweetie broke the kiss and giggled at his deep blush and adorable surprised expression. She actually managed not to yelp when her rear planted on the couch, jostling her dildoes. At least she could blame the kiss for her deepened scarlett cheeks.

“Sweetie!” Button grinned wide, not at all upset over being surprised. “I’m glad you came over, look at this game! It’s really good!”

Sweetie nodded and watched, planting her chin over his shoulder and nuzzling her left cheek into his neck. “I see that, and yeah it looks cool!” It really did look good as she uncrossed her legs and moved to hug around his waist to let Button have his arms back.

“I only started playing it today,” Button said. “It’s about this disgraced Neighponese samurai trying to…” Sweetie went into listening mode as Button gushed about the game and always found it adorable when he did so. Plus, when he did start explaining things, there was little that would stop him. There was nothing for it but to let him wear out.

For a little while Sweetie just snuggled her boyfriend, watching him play and actually enjoying the game. She liked enough of what she saw that she made plans to buy it, or maybe hint to Rarity about it for her birthday or Hearth’s Warming, since they were only a few months away. There’d be no rush since it was single player only.

“Hey,” Sweetie spoke up and gave a little squeeze around his abdomen for his attention. “Did you come over sometime last night?” She already knew the answer, but she had to start somehow.

“Oh, yeah I did.” Button frowned a little. “I wanted to surprise you with a movie date night, but you weren’t home.” He paused for a second, then his eyebrow raised up as Button asked, “How did you know I came over?”

Aaaand here it is, the first white lie. “I saw the extra food in the pantry. Rarity never buys quite that much junk food.” She giggled softly to help sell it.

“Yeah, true.” Button chuckled with her. “I made the mistake of shopping hungry.”

“Sorry I missed you.” Sweetie nuzzled his neck. “Remember how I told you Rarity was going out on a trip?” Button nodded. “She wanted me to go to Canterlot with her for the train ride. Just for some company because she was nervous. I didn’t get back to town until after five in the morning.” And there is part two.

Sweetie carefully observed his reaction. He seemed to buy it. “Ah, no worries then. I tried to stay as long as I could, but at three I got really tired and went home.”

Oh believe me, I KNOW how long you stayed, Sweetie remembered how many extra orgasms she had because of Button. Not necessarily a bad thing, nor was she mad about it.

Button scrunched his brow. “You were out of town? But I saw all your stuff still here; keys, wallet, spell mirror? You didn’t take them with you?”

Sweetie’s heart skipped a beat, but she held her poker face. “No. Rarity asked me on such short notice that I didn’t think to grab them.” She gave a slightly ditzy chuckle and played that note of being partially known as being a bit of a klutz on occasion, selling a hasty white lie without too much hesitation. “I didn’t realize it until I was in Canterlot and had to use the hidden house key to get back in,” Sweetie added to answer that question before it could arise.

“Ohhh. Well that was nice of you to do. So where did she end up going?”

Phew…

“To Saddle Arabia.” Sweetie snuggled a little more. Throughout the day her hidden dildoes were slowly working her up. Being this close to Button had her thinking naughty thoughts and she had to keep an eye on her own hands, lest they wander southwards.

Sweetie continued, “Twilight got the Prince of Saddle Arabia to give Rarity an invitation, to learn their history and sense of fashion or something like that.” Thoughts she could not possibly act on right now. For one, Button was pretty dense about when she wanted to have that kind of fun, and she found out quickly that she can’t be subtle about it. And second, the last thing she wanted to do was squeak the mattress when Button’s mother was only just downstairs.

“Not going to lie, that sounds cool. Also, what is that pressing against my back? Do you have a fanny pack on?”

Uh oh. Sweetie instantly backed off a bit and didn’t realize she had been pressing her groin -- and thus the chastity belt -- into Button’s behind. “Oh, sorry~ it might be my belt buckle.”

Time for a subject change, and my peace offering. “Anyway, she’ll be out of town for a whole month. I’m sorry I missed you last night, but how about we try again tonight? There’s still plenty of snacks left. Say, around ten?” Sweetie offered with a nuzzle into Button’s neck.

Button smiled. He usually enjoyed the affection when he noticed. “That sounds great, Sweets.”

“Even greater!” Sweetie gave a happy squee. “I’m gonna go home and rest for a bit before tonight.” She released his waist and tilted herself to the right, swinging her left leg well over Button’s head as she scooted herself clear, the motion made her grit her teeth a bit as the knot really rubbed her clit for that move.

“Oh! Oh crud!” Button panicked as he got ambushed in the game. Sweetie looked just in time to see his samurai character get cut down. “Damn… and I don’t think I saved for quite a while.”

“Awe…” Sweetie pouted. She knew that feeling. “Here, this will make it better.” Sweetie quickly craned her neck, checking the hallway for any sign of Cream. The coast was clear, and Sweetie pushed her chest out towards her coltfriend. She gestured a finger at her lips and her perky DDs.

Button blushed with a loving smile. “You’re the best, Sweets.” He leaned in and locked lips with his marefriend as a hand gave her right breast a firm, enjoyable grope. Sweetie moaned softly as her eyes slid closed, enjoying the intimacy that she didn’t have to club him over the head for.

The kiss lasted for not long enough, but still made her heart sing. “That’s what marefriends are for, right?” Sweetie blushed and gave a sly wink, then whispered when she glanced at the tent in his jeans. “I’d do more, but not with Mom home.”

“I know,” he said and winked back. “I’ll see you tonight. Love ya, Sweets.”

“Love you too.” And with that Sweetie sauntered out of the room, giving her coltfriend a little shake and sway of her tail as she left. Down the hall, Sweetie giggled as she heard him call her a tease.

Well yeah, of course I am. I get it from her, and I kind of have to tease you, ya big lummox, to get much of anything from you.

Sweetie rolled her eyes at the thought, but didn’t feel any bitterness as she waved to Cream and said goodbye. In a way it was a semi-enjoyable game. Sure it was sometimes off-putting and frustrating, especially when Sweetie really wanted to have those moments with Button, but that just made the times when he actually did realize what she wanted that much better.

Truthfully, she knew what she would do right now had Cream not been home and Button had been more in tune with Sweetie’s desires. If the young unicorn mare had her way, she’d be bound and gagged at Button’s feet, sucking him off while he played the game. Or at least that’s how she felt right now due to the teasing crotch rope and inert dildoes.

Or maybe I’m just horny in the above-average.

“Ah well,” Sweetie said as she rode away on her bike, again suppressing a moan as the seat dug the phalluses in deeper. “We’ll, emgh, get there.”

Button wasn’t coming until ten at night. It wasn’t like him to be late. He sometimes showed up just a little early. So she could expect him to arrive around nine thirty or so. That left her with almost nine free hours all to herself.

And she knew exactly what she would be doing during that time.

As soon as Sweetie entered Carousel Boutique, she closed and locked the door and put away her groceries in a hurry. Driven by growing desire and the slight pressure of limited time, she wanted to get going.

Her plan in her head, Sweetie stripped herself bare of clothing, including the rope harness, chastity belt, and corset.

Sweetie delved into her closet and withdrew a carefully folded, special sheet. Learning from last night’s ventures, she decided it would be a good idea to preserve her mattress a little better. It was an old rubber sheet that has not been used since she was very young. As Sweetie stretched it over the mattress, she flushed with a little embarrassment.

“Well, at least I don’t wet the bed any more…” Sweetie mused, then sighed and started retrieving her uniform for today.

It started with a bright yellow, full-body latex catsuit that would hug her like a glove, identical to the one last night. Followed by a pair of pantyhose pulled up her waist, lightly tinting the brilliant yellow. Over that, a pair of thigh-high latex stockings of a dark pewter with matching opera gloves. Next, a standard lacy garter belt went around her waist and then some fishnet stockings, which accentuated her long legs as the black netting gave just enough standout against the pewter latex. All of this gave her the textures, colors and patterns desired.

Sweetie slid up a pair of lacy panties over her rear as well, then a matching bra that barely would have covered her nipples and was just small enough to create significant cleavage plus overspill. Sweetie followed that with several sets of soft cuffs with D-rings. A pair for her ankles, thighs, wrists, and biceps. The firm clicking of the locks gave Sweetie the shivers. A pair of four inch black heels fastened onto her feet. Then, finally the last piece; a frilly, skimpy Prench maid uniform.

Sweetie slid it over her torso and into place. Its cups pushed her already impressive cleavage tighter and further up, almost seeming to make her breasts grow instantly. Had she been bare, the outfit would have had her nipples just barely poking above the frilly rim. The lacy, poofy skirt was so short that it only covered about a third of Sweetie’s ass, giving a very noticeable panty peek no matter from the back which showed her plump cheeks or the front of her groin and cameltoe.

Blushing at her alluring self, Sweetie added the last bits of her uniform. A maid’s equally frilly hat, a choker collar around her neck, and a latex wrap around the first twelve inches of her tail, which she then tightly braided along with her mane. Lastly she laced the built in corset of the Prench maid top and decided to go just a little tighter than normal, at seventeen inches.

“Oh it looks better than I imagined,” Sweetie cooed as she slowly turned this way and that in a full-size mirror. She twirled, causing the already extremely short and frilly skirt to lift, fully showing off the fishnet and lacy undergarments.

Sweetie smiled and blushed. Right then she desperately wanted to know what Button would think of such an outfit. She craved to see the instant boner that would undoubtedly bulge out of his jeans, and even giggled at the thought of his expression and a possible nose bleed.

Sweetie grinned at the mirror and cleared her throat. “Yes, yes, Sweetie, you look great, now get back to your duties this instant!” she commanded in a mock of Rarity’s voice, full of sternness and authority with the best impression of her posh accent.

Hmm, maybe slightly overplayed. Sweetie hummed thoughtfully. It still needed a little work.

Then, an instant later, Sweetie was Sweetie again. “Y-yes, Mistress.” She blushed hotly and suppressed a giggle as she got back to work. She fished out an ordinary vibrating bullet. In her panties she planted the bullet against her clit, tucked the control box in the hem of her stocking, then turned it to medium low with a soft moan.

“No cumming, or you’ll regret it. I expect everything to be set up to absolute perfection, Darling,” ‘Rarity’ commanded as Sweetie searched in the box of kinky toys, her rear thrust up and thrumming.

“Yes, Mistress,” Sweetie obediently replied as she dug out twelve leather belts, each of them three inches wide. She also grabbed a heavy gray box with several buttons, a readout, and many socket plugs, along with a bag stuffed full of pads each the size of a bit and extra long wires all neatly coiled and sorted. A pair of abnormally large metal handcuffs, chained nipple clover clamps, a short elastic cord, two lengthy tubes, several coils of rope, duct tape, medical bandage wrap, and three different gags -- a ring gag harness, dildo pecker gag, and a full muzzle. All of this joined the pile. After pondering her selection, Sweetie added a shorter armbinder and a posture collar, then a couple of large bottles, their contents disguised behind brown glass.

Her first wave of selections done, Sweetie retrieved the chastity belt and horn ring, leaving them with the rest. Downstairs, Sweetie retrieved a bowl, three large sponges in an unopened package, and grabbed a gallon bag’s worth of ice and a gallon of water. She paused at the pantry and hummed, blushing hotly and heart pounding, and grabbed a bottle of tabasco sauce.

Goddesses, what am I about to do to myself? Sweetie mentally asked as her fear and excitement grew, hurrying her along. On the way back up, Sweetie also grabbed an empty vase from a display alcove.

“Now, be careful with that vase!” ‘Mistress Rarity’ exclaimed with no small amount of threat in her voice as Sweetie set it on the table. “If you damage it, you will pay dearly.”

“Y-yes, Mistress.” Sweetie suppressed a giggle, her ears folded as she prepared the last few things. She moved a rectangular mirror against the headboard, set on its long side. Another, larger mirror with three hinged panels rolled up to the foot, directly opposite of its cousin.

Sweetie went upstairs and quickly came back from Rarity’s room with the larger of the two spreader bars she used last night. It went on the bed, parallel with the mirrors and slightly closer to the one at the head of the bed. She extended it to the width, then briefly climbed onto the bed. She set her torso facing the three panels and her rear to the mirror on its side, her groin at level with the spreader bar.

Glancing back and forth, Sweetie adjusted the mirrors with her magic in order to give her the best possible angles. The mirror on the bed with her was secured with a few strips of tape just to help hold it still. The other was floor mounted on wheels and was independent of the bed, so it did not require additional security.

There, that looks about right. Sweetie climbed off the bed and retrieved four of her bundles of rope. Two were tied down to the bed’s frame at either end, then tied securely to the little hoops on each tip of the spreader bar while the third was tied and cinched at the middle, then to the bed’s head frame. This ensured the pole, and whatever was attached to it, wouldn’t move. Then a fourth bundle was tied in the centermost frame of the bed, just above the mirror with the rest of it left slackened.

“Phew…” Sweetie paused and not for the first time was she worked to get everything ready, the vibrator created a heavy distraction. “Mmmngh…” She bit her lower lip and tightened her thighs together, savoring the slightly stronger vibrations as she did so.

“Mmmmmmm, it’s so hard not to masturbate right now…” Sweetie half whispered, half whimpered to herself.

Mmm, keep the scenario alive. ‘Mistress’ wouldn’t be happy with you slacking! Sweetie grined, imagining ‘Mistress Rarity’ behind her with a disapproving scowl, arms crossed and with a crop in hand.

“Keep going, you have a LOT of work to do, maid,” came the voice of ‘Mistress Rarity’.

Thwap.

Sweetie froze and stifled a yelp, a crop held in an ethereal magic hand had whacked her left ass cheek. “Y-yes, Mistress.” She breathlessly replied and got back to work, her thighs grinding together, panties and stockings already quite damp.

The twelve belts found themselves doubled up into six pairs, three on each side of the secured spreader bar at short intervals from one another. The elastic cord was carefully measured and tied to the foot of the bed, with the overly large cuffs and nipple clamp chain placed next to it. In a hanging container she mixed the water and ice, then attached one of the long tubes to the release valve at the end and let it dangle.

Thwap. “Ahh!” Sweetie sucked in a breath and yelped, the crop giving another smack to her behind as a reminder to keep working.

Another, smaller container was set up too, this one with a small pump. It got the other tube attached to it, and in the container Sweetie poured in two pint’s worth of a slightly more viscous white cream. Now in the bowl, Sweetie opened one of the other bottles, sniffing the sweet aroma of the aphrodisiac inside. She poured a few ounces in the bowl she brought, then added an ounce worth of the tabasco and stirred them together.

Curious, Sweetie dipped her latex finger in the concoction and tasted just a drop. She winced and shivered as it sent a chill down her spine; it didn’t taste especially awful, but the sweet bitterness of the aphrodisiac combined with the salty heat of the tabasco to create something that would get quite unpleasant very quickly.

“Hmmm…” Sweetie paused and took in the developing sight. “Is this a bit much?” she asked aloud.

It gave the young mare pause as she bit her lower lip. Could she handle what she was about to do? She ran through her plan once more in her head and realized it would be quite the feat to endure. Overall she planned to torture herself quite intensely and to deny herself orgasmic release for a few hours, her thoughts earlier that day felt quite masochistic. She wanted something different instead of what she usually did, which was to bind and gag herself with toys and just keep cumming.

Sweetie’s horn lit.

Smack! “Ahhh!” Sweetie squealed as the crop smacked her ass harder.

“Did I say you could stop?” ‘Mistress Rarity’ sternly chastised.

“N-no Mistress! I’m sorr-,” Smack! Right on her other ass cheek. “Ah-hah!” Though, Sweetie intentionally had her rear perked out for the strike.

“No sorry, no excuses, maid. Get back to work!”

“Yes Mistress!” Sweetie blushed, but her mind was made up as she recommenced her fantasy. Yes, she was confident that she could handle it. And if not, it wouldn’t last forever and then she would know better for next time. Oh, she won’t be comfortable quite soon, but she wasn’t stupid enough to do things that would actually hurt her.

Sweetie took the three sponges from their package and submerged them into the mixture, turning them a few times over to ensure they were saturated, where they started greedily sucking up the concoction. To the left of the cuffs and clamps, the bowl joined the three gags along with a roll of duct tape and the roll of elastic bandage, and a hand pump. Sweetie hummed for a moment and bit her lip in thought, then added the posture collar from the night before and a head harness that was a set of vision-narrowing blinders. They would restrict her from turning her head and force her to watch the mirrors.

Sweetie then picked up the heavy box from her sister’s chest. It was large, almost as big as a car battery, and that was because most of the box was a battery. The thing was a tens unit, converted and tinkered with to behave differently and with some added features. While Sweetie’s programmable horn ring was her most expensive bondage piece, she imagined it was a close race between this device and the chastity belt. She made a mental note to find and check prices next time she was in Canterlot.

One side of the device had over thirty plug sockets. These were meant for the big bag of wires and pads, which Sweetie mentally counted out the number she would need for her scenario and plugged them all in carefully. Then she distributed them to the left and right sides appropriately, along with their own roll of tape. Sweetie then worked on the control panel and adjusted the settings to what she wanted.

That done, Sweetie now picked up the good old chastity belt. She attached both inflation pumps and the two control boxes to the crotch strap, but let them be for now. She also took the two tubes and affixed them to ports which aligned with the dildoes; the one with the ice and water would go to the anal dildo while the white viscous cream went to the vaginal one. The latter also had a control box of its own which connected to the belt. She set the connected belt behind the spreader bar and between the leather belts, close to the head of the bed. Joining it was the short armbinder.

Finally, Sweetie placed a pile of open padlocks to the right of the handcuffs and clamps, and then with a piece of tape she secured the appropriate key to the bed rail. She then picked up the programmable horn ring, her reliable device of helplessness and release, and programmed in five hours for herself after a brief debate of how long of a time to put. She checked the time; it was fifteen to one in the afternoon, so this would release her around six, leaving Sweetie with at least three and a half hours to unbind herself, clean up, rest, and get ready for when Button came over.

“Yeah, that should be plenty of time, right?” Sweetie hummed and quickly checked everything to make sure they were in place. To her eyes, everything looked perfect. The very fact gave her quivering chills as she bit her lip in anticipation.

Okay, time to actually start.

Thwap!

“Ah!” Sweetie yelped and stood, the crop giving a firm slap right on her nethers.

“Very good, maid. You know the next step,” ‘Mistress Rarity’ ordered with a sly tone in her voice. “And then you get your reward for such hard work.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Sweetie turned and started to depart the room, her ‘task’ complete. All she had to do was get what her Mistress needed and then she would get her reward…

… when her hip bumped the small table.

“Ah!” Sweetie ‘cried’ and tried to catch the vase, but it fell right through her hands and onto the carpeted floor. In her mind she heard the shattering of glass, and ‘saw’ the antique vase reduced to a pile of jagged pieces of now worthless crystal. Even if in reality it was an unbreakable vase, and simply bounced on the carpet once or twice before falling still.

“Tsk, tsk…” came the dreaded voice of her ‘Mistress’. “That was a priceless antique that you just broke with YOUR CLUMSINESS!” Sweetie cowled as ‘Mistress Rarity’ angrily shouted at her.

“Mistress, please! It was an accident, I’m sorry!” Sweetie pleaded, blushing hotly as she panted and couldn’t help a little playful over-dramatization. And a wry smirk.

This only made her ‘Mistress’ angrier and the crop whistled through the air.

Smack!

“Ahh!” Sweetie cried out as the crop left her tits stinging and bouncing. She crossed her arms protectively over them.

“Do not cover yourself!” ‘Mistress Rarity’ commanded. Two ethereal hands grabbed and yanked Sweetie’s wrists away from her chest and behind her back. A padlock from the pile zipped over and locked her wrist cuffs together -- and she made sure her palms would face inwards towards each other.

Smack! Smack!

“Ah! Ahah!” Came two more croppings, setting fire to Sweetie’s poor breasts as a blush incinerated her face. She struggled against her cuffs, desperate to use her hands to protect herself. “Mistress, please!” she begged again, panting and trembling.

“Keep going, maid. Your punishment is just getting worse,” ‘Mistress Rarity’ intoned darkly and with fury.

Sweetie whimpered, her ears folded as the ethereal hands grabbed her shoulders and forced her over to the bed. Her eyes widened in horror as she stared down at all the implements she had painstakingly prepared. “N-no! Please, Mistress, I’ll do anythi--egh!? Ugh!!”

Sweetie got no further as the ring gag shot up from the bed and the rubber coated ring slid behind her teeth and stretched her mouth wide open. Before she could struggle, and carefully watching in the mirror, the straps wound themselves around her head and buckled into the back tightly, the leather straps pulling the corners of her mouth back as she squirmed. “Aaangh!”

Sweetie added another spell and ‘Mistress Rarity’s’ voice played through the room, “That is quite enough from you, my disobedient maid. I was going to use this setup to start another’s training, but seeing as how you’ve broken my vase and then tried to argue with me, it will instead serve as your punishment. This is already very bad for you, maid… if you don’t want it to get any worse, obey my every command and accept your punishment.”

Staring down at all the horrors on the bed, Sweetie trembled and eventually nodded in defeat. “Yeph, Mphfessh…”

“Good. Now hold still.” Ethereal hands slid up Sweetie’s thighs and under the frill of her maid skirt. The vibrating bullet was shut off, pulled from her underwear and discarded. Sweetie blushed as the two hands cupped her ass cheeks and gave them a little grope, then slid up to hook her lacy panties and dragged them down her thighs. A light thwap on her thigh told her to step out of her underwear and she did so.

“Looks like you were quite excited,” commented ‘Mistress Rarity’.

“Mmmph…” Sweetie blushed as that hand held up the lacy black undergarment, the crotch soaked and almost dripping with the arousal that the vibrator extracted from her. The hand tossed them onto the foot of the bed.

“Spread,” ‘Mistress Rarity’ commanded with a thwap on Sweetie’s thigh again. The maid drew her heels around shoulder length and waited.

Riiip!

“Emph!” Sweetie jumped at the sudden sound and looked down to see the hands had ripped the seam for the pantyhose over her groin, exposing the catsuit’s zipper to her sex. Which was soon unzipped and pried open all the way to reveal her wet pussy and ass.

“Onto the bed, quickly!” Thwap!

“Ahmph!” Sweetie yelped and crawled her way up, shimmying to the bed and being careful not to displace any of the things she laid out.

“Ass up,” ‘Mistress Rarity’ commanded and swatted Sweetie’s rear.

“Angh!!” She nodded and laid her face on the bed, propping her exposed ass in the air with her knees. She watched in the left standing mirror which, when combined with its headboard partner, allowed Sweetie to see her entire rear. The glow of her horn enveloped the chastity belt and lifted it up to her sopping wet pussy and slowly, carefully inserted the two dildoes. Sweetie moaned and gently squirmed as the twin invaders once more stretched her holes.

“Mmmmph, mmmmmphmmm….” she moaned out, carefully adjusting the frill of her skirt as the belt cinched her waist, then the crotch strap planted firmly against her groin, sealing the dildoes inside of her. “Mmmmmph…” Sweetie blushed hotly, the remotes and pumps dangling from her groin and the two thick tubes that lead upwards looked so freaking hot with the frill of her upturned maid skirt, which was now partly crushed under the crotch plate of the chastity belt as it flowed around her thighs.

“Now line up with the bar, maid,” ‘Mistress Rarity’ said.

“Mph, hmph, ngh.” Sweetie did as she was told, but it was a difficult endeavor with her arms bound behind her back. Eventually, and with a smack or two to her ass, she had her pelvis lined up with the spreader bar.

“Spread, maid. I want you lined up with the spreader bar. Now.”

Sweetie’s eyes widened. That was a full split and she wasn’t sure if she could do it. Before her ‘new life’ she had indeed been a yoga and gymnastics enthusiast, but--

Smack!

“Ahmph!” Sweetie yelped as her ass took another swat for her hesitation. She wiggled her hips, settling her groin against the bar. “Nngh!” Sweetie grunted, spreading her legs as far and wide as she could, using the mirrors to guide herself. But she just couldn’t quite get there. “Nhmph!”

“Ngh!” Sweetie felt an ethereal knee gently nudge her bound arms to the side and out of the way, then press into the small of her back, holding her still and sinking her into the mattress, which put some pleasurable pressure on her breasts. “Mmmmmph…”

Two ethereal hands gripped her thighs near the knee and pushed upwards. “Amfmph!” Sweetie winced, the strain of her muscles became apparent as she squirmed her lower legs and arms. After a few moments, the hands moved her upper legs into a perfect parallel with the spreader bar underneath her.

She watched carefully as the uppermost set of belts enveloped in the glow of her magic, then rose up and curled around her thighs. One very close to her groin, another just above her knee, and then the third at the middle of her latex thigh. First on her right leg, then the left as the leather belts ran through each buckle.

“Ahmphhmphm…!” Sweetie winced as all six belts tightened down hard on her legs, enough that the fishnet encased latex bulged between the unforgiving straps. The maid squirmed experimentally and found that her lower limbs no longer obeyed her commands, stuck fast to the pole under her.

The ghostly magic hands released her knees and Sweetie felt the tension shift only a little as the cinched belts took on the burden of holding her still, but they were far from done.

Moving up to grasp her ankles, the hands then forced her to bend at the knee.

“Mmmmph~!” And they went all the way down, pressing her ankles into her quads with pressure that made her squirm and groan.

Smack! “Ahahmph!” Sweetie squealed.

“Don’t fight me, maid,” ‘Mistress Rarity’ warned as the ethereal knee pushed more sharply into her back. Sweetie nodded quickly and stilled her resistance as much as she could, but it was difficult as the hands pressed her firmly down. The tension mounted as latex calves came to rest against her buckled down thighs through simply being pressed on each other. She watched as they bulged against one another, only being satisfied once her heel spikes came into contact against her glutes.

“Ahahammmmph!” Sweetie whined as the next set of six belts coiled their way over her compressed legs, then tightened down mercilessly just like the previous set did. The hands departed, as did the knee in her back, and Sweetie tried to alleviate the uncomfortable pressure on her legs.

“Mmmmmmph!” Sweetie squirmed, ears folded as she gazed at her rear in the double mirror. The belts dug into her folded legs cruelly, bulging her flesh and practically welding them together with six belts, but it only looked like three with careful overlapping. The perfect split, maintained by the spreader bar under her, kept the chastity belt and her groin fully open and visible with her heels planted on her rump. What little protection the frilly skirt gave to her nethers was gone, peeled away by the chastity belt’s strap and then reduced even further by the full split. Any squirming, no matter how much strength she put into it, resulted in her just barely wiggling, especially as the ropes on the spreader bar kept her firmly in place.

“Tight, isn’t it?” ‘Mistress Rarity’ cooed, then her voice iced over. “It’s about to get even tighter. Give me those wrists.”

“Ahamph!” Sweetie cried out as a magic hand grabbed her bound wrists and raised them higher. “Ahmph! Ahamph!!” They kept going, higher and higher, away from her body and putting her in an extreme strappado position. Sweetie squealed and flexed her hands as she shook her head. “Noph! Mmmhmhnmph!” Her eyes misted over as, in the mirrors, her arms were almost a full ninety degrees from her torso.

Wow… Sweetie thought, surprised she could go that far in the first place.

Sweetie carefully positioned her arms and endured the discomfort as she attempted a technique of arm bondage that she only learned of recently. Two more ethereal hands gripped her biceps just above her elbows, further holding her arms high. She panted loudly, her neck, face, and chest pressed into the bed, as she regathered herself and hoped not to hear a crack or a snap since the strain made Sweetie feel as though her arms were on the brink of breaking.

The first hand that gripped her wrists slowly brought her forearms downwards, forcing her to bend at the elbow while the other two held her biceps up. Her forearms angled towards her back and she felt her own fingers brush up against her spine, then kept going until her lower arms and wrists were between her biceps. As this happened, the ethereal hands on her elbows changed their grip to gently push inwards on the outside of her elbows. Sweetie groaned and squinted her eyes shut, the hands fell away but her arms remained in the reverse prayer and only relaxed a tiny bit.

Oh man that’s tight… “Hoommmmph…” Sweetie grimace a little at just how strenuous the position was. The immediate pain was gone and the strain had lessened, but it had also evolved into the kind of strain where your body screamed at you ‘hey, this is NOT the position that these should be in!’. “Ahahamph…”

She paused the roleplay for a couple minutes to get used to it, then nodded more to herself than anything else.

“Mhmhmmmph!” Sweetie whimpered as the hands reappeared and pushed her elbows together. The short armbinder floated in the air and Sweetie’s eyes widened. It was a strangely short and stubby armbinder and she wondered why her Mistress wanted it, but now the reason why was dreadfully obvious.

“That’s right, maid,” ‘Mistress Rarity’ cooed. “We have to make sure you really stay in position.” Sweetie moaned as the binder slid up past her elbows and to her armpits. “Just remember as you’re suffering, this was your own doing. This was meant for someone else.”

“Ahmph!” Sweetie mewled as the hands tugged upward on the binder, inching it just a little bit further up her arms. “Ahmph! Ahamph!” Once they seemed satisfied the binder wouldn’t advance any more, another hand pressed against Sweetie’s chest, above her breasts.

“Mmmmph!” Sweetie watched as the hand forced her back to arch, lifting her breasts off the bed. “Mmmmmph!” It stopped and held her there as two other hands brought the armbinder’s straps over her shoulders, had them criss-cross through her abundant cleavage, then reattached to the binder around her squeezed sides and biceps. Two padlocks floated over, one to either side and clicked, securing the binder as Sweetie winced, knowing that it was now firmly secured in place.

The maid got a good look at her front in the centermost mirror. The cruelty of the reverse prayer tie and the purpose-built armbinder worked to make her appear as though she had no arms, pulled back as far as they were. The side effect was that it pushed her breasts further from her body and drastically strained her bra and the cups of the frilly maid uniform. The rough handling even had her nipples, now thoroughly hard and visible under the yellow latex like little pinpricks, more exposed above the protective rims of her clothes as she panted hard.

From the side mirror and the one behind her, she could see that her arms were locked and reduced to a black, rough triangular paddle with only her bound hands poking out behind her neck. The padlocks dangled just under her armpits where the straps connected with the binder like bondage jewelry.

Yeah this position is pretty uncomfortable, but oh man it’s hot! Sweetie blushed hotly and stared. It was among the sexiest things she had ever seen. If there was ever a justification for continuing despite the discomfort, this was it. She had to finish now. Part of her even wanted to forego the roleplay and just hurry the hell up, but she wasn’t willing to sacrifice the story. It added so much to her playtime.

“Ahahamph…” Sweetie mewled as her ‘Mistress’ let her have a pause for the situation to sink in. So she was ‘surprised’ when two more hands, the third still held her up by her chest, pulled down the cups of her dress and her bra, exposing the latex-covered yellow orbs and her stiff, visible nipples for the world to see.

“These cuffs are normally used to restrain larger creatures than ponies,” her ‘Mistress’ intoned as the two hands lifted and unlatched the enormous metal police cuffs connected by a steel chain and held them before the bound maid. “But like all things, they can have more purposes.”

“Ahamph!” Sweetie winced as the two hands slid the openings up her underbust right against the base of her breasts and her chest, wiggling them back and forth like someone trying to shimmy into a pair of jeans one size too small. Her latex mammaries spilled over the sides of the half cuffs, and she knew it would be a painfully tight fit. A fourth and fifth hand began to close the other halves over her breasts, fingers gently nudging her flesh out of the way of the slots. Even as they closed without any additional ratchets, they already squeezed her DDs into tight orbs.

“Ahahammph!” Click. One ratchet, the cuffs were now locked on.

Click. Another one, they closed even tighter.

Click, click, click. “Ahmph! Ahahahamph!!” Sweetie squealed and winced, watching as the metal sunk further into her flesh, squeezing her poor tits further and making them even perkier.

Click, click… click. “Aaaaahmph!” Sweetie squealed and squirmed wanly after the last three clicks, her eyes again teared up as her lovely breasts received a merciless squeeze. She looked in the mirror and winced.

The chain hung right between her breasts, dangling loosely while the thick metal cuffs sunk in so much the metal only just barely crested the huge, squeezed orbs of latex flesh. Even though her outfit hid the effect, she could only imagine how her tits changed color under such pressure, her eyes fluttered from the pleasurable ache. The maid felt like she had an unbearable need to be milked, to have her tits sucked on to alleviate pressure. She also noticed for the first time that a little glistening sliver of drool escaped her ring gagged mouth to run down her cleavage.

Oh that’s hot…

“Aaaahmph!” Sweetie squealed as two harsh pinches clamped down on her nipples directly. “Aaaaaahmph!!” She squinted her eyes shut and came close to screaming as she squirmed avidly in her bondage. Somewhere in Sweetie’s head, however, she kept in mind that there were many people outside and she wasn’t properly gagged. The ring gag garbled her speech but would not stop any real noise. But the need to shriek could not be halted. Someone would absolutely hear a mare screaming her lungs out right now.

Ahhhhh! Think f-fast!!

Sweetie flared her horn and focused as best she could, at the same time sucking in a lung full of air to scream thanks to the fresh hellish fire in her nipples. A pillow flew from the bed behind her, and with another pair of summoned hands, clamped that pillow over her own face and held it there.

“MMMMMMmmmmmmmph!!!” She sucked in again, only getting a little air from the pillow fabric stifling her face. “MMmhmhmhmmph!!!” The creeks of her bondage and the bed joined the muffled screams as Sweetie thrashed in her bondage uncontrollably. Unsure if she needed to scream a third time, she kept the pillow over her head for a bit longer…

… until her lungs burned for air and she couldn’t take it any longer. The ethereal hands ripped the pillow away and Sweetie gasped, then greedily sucked in air.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuulgh! Agh, agh, ugh, agh!” Sweetie panted rapidly for much-needed oxygen. Instantly the burning sensation in her lungs cleared and the black around the edges of her vision left. In which the latter surprised her and made Sweetie think she screamed longer than she thought.

“Ahmph…” Sweetie panted and glanced at the two clover clamps that bit into her nipples and jut out proudly from her chest with the silver chain connecting the two. That was the first time she used this particular kind, and oh man they were surprising with their cruelty. The sheer amount of pain they caused definitely caught her off guard.

Sweetie waited until her breathing slowed and regulated itself before continuing. Though she moaned as her bondage held her so tightly, even with such genuine struggles.

“My, my, little maid,” ‘Mistress Rarity’ spoke up finally. “It seems you just don’t know how to be quiet.”

“Ahmph horreh…” Sweetie weakly apologized. Surprising even herself, the maid felt bad for losing control and having to force her Mistress to silence her in such a way.

An ethereal hand gently cupped and stroked her chin. “Awe, apology accepted, my little maid,” ‘Mistress Rarity’ cooed. “But don’t think this tidbit of sympathy means I will take it easier on you. I’ll give you a break before I inflict the rest of your punishment, but then that’s all.”

The maid nodded that she understood. “Ahumph, esph Mphsress…”

The hand left her chin and Sweetie observed in the mirror. Four ethereal hands started some less painful and strenuous work while the previous hand on her chest stayed in place and kept her torso propped up and back arched. Which suited the maid fine for now, as she was certain the clamps rubbing on the bed would hurt a lot. Hands picked up several of the waiting wired pads and distributed them to many places on her bound body.

Sweetie watched as two were placed on each plump ass cheek, then two more on the bulging flesh of each thigh between the tight belts, close to her stuffed sex. After each hand put a pad in its place, the two hands with the roll of duct tape followed afterwards and secured them in place with a single silvery square. Another was bound to the base of her tail, her heels were briefly removed and two pads taped to the bottom of each foot. The maid mewled softly as five were weaseled under the chastity belt; two on each side of her wet pussy and the fifth hovered on her clit. The last ones were brought around to her front.

Now watching in the frontmost mirror, the hands placed three on each squeezed globe of a breast with a fourth carefully positioned over her clamped nipples. The nipple ones made her squirm and moan as they disturbed the tight clover clamps with their placement, then again with the tape. Two were placed around the base of her horn, the wires positioned so they would be at the back of her head and the tape wound around her horn three times. One pad each got taped to the back of her ears. Then one of the hands gripped her lower face and held her head still as a second inserted its fingers through the gag and lifted the maid’s tongue. “Ulghk!” Sweetie blinked and quivered as another pad, this one affixed in place with some denture glue, went under her tongue.

“Ahmph!” The hands released her mouth and face and Sweetie stared down at the little wire that now stuck out of her mouth. Then in the mirrors at the various wires and pads that dotted her body, some hidden, some plainly visible. The hands went about their business and adjusted the wires so they would be out of the way and beyond the maid’s limited reach.

“Ahamamph, mmmmph…” Sweetie whimpered as the hands finished and gave a pathetically sorry look in the mirror.

Smack!

“Ahmph!!” Sweetie squealed and jerked in her bondage as the crop came down on her left ass cheek.

“Do not beg,” came the warning and the maid nodded.

It became time for the next implement of bondage torture as the bowl with the sponges came up. Sweetie’s eyes widened and she emphatically shook her head, but a raised crop cowed the maid into behaving.

Three ethereal hands bound her head; one grabbed her horn and had a tight grip, another held her throat and Sweetie winced, unsure if it would choke her, and the third grabbed hold of her gagged face. “Ahmph!” They ensured that the maid had no way to resist what was coming.

The fourth hand lightly picked up the first sponge and slightly folded it along its longest side. It was drenched in the aphrodisiac-tobasco concoction and care was taken not to wring out much of it. Sweetie winced and watched with no other choice as the hand carefully guided the first sponge into the opening of her gagged mouth.

“Ahmph!” Sweetie winced, then had to fight not to clench her eyes shut as the strangely sweet, bitter, and salty liquid touched her unfortunate tongue. Not to mention the heat as it immediately started to burn her mouth. “Ahhmmmph!!” Tears welled and her blush deepened as her tongue tried to retreat down her throat from the terrible sensations. She tried to turn her head away from the horrid insertion, but each of the hands held her quite still.

“Ulghk!” In fact, the hand on her throat squeezed her neck, lightly choking her until Sweetie stopped trying to resist. Eventually the first sponge settled into her right cheek behind her teeth. She whimpered as it fetched the second, folded it much the same, then inserted it into her left, likewise behind her teeth. Each large sponge had to be stuffed in, barely fitting through the gag without wringing out loads of the mixture, with the hand working two fingers into her gag and pushing in.

“Ahhamamph! Mpph!” The first tears fell as her mouth slowly engulfed in fire. Already the sponges leaked and seeped their load all over her cheeks, gums, and her desperate tongue. With each addition her moaning and squealing became quieter, even as the liquid dripped slowly down her throat to cause more spicy discomfort. Sweetie quivered as the circumstances forced her to swallow the drops that wandered downward, knowing the tabasco would immediate torture her with the promise of further misery from the aphrodisiac in the not far future.

The third sponge came up and was likewise folded, but this time the crease pointed down. A fifth hand reached in and grabbed her tongue and forced it to lay flat in her mouth. The other hand eased the soaked sponge in until it passed the ring of the gag, though it did not retreat yet.

“Mmmmmph… mhmhmmmph, ahmph?” Sweetie questioned why the additional hands kept themselves in her mouth when yet another brought up the dildo panel gag.

“Mhmhmmmph…” Sweetie winced as the tip of the fake cock inched into her mouth, unimpeded by the other two ghostly hands. It inserted quickly, pressing the third sponge down onto her tongue and then pinned it there.

“Mmmmmph!” her eyes briefly clenched shut, her tongue unable to hide or avoid the terrible concoction as the hands that were in her mouth retreated, their misty forms flowing out from under the panel as it pressed flush against her mouth.

Swiftly the buckles fastened around her head. Two were similar to that of the ring gag which circled to the left and right sides of her head, then met in the back. But this gag also had a chin strap, which tightened under her chin and forced Sweetie to bite down more on the ring gag, dildo, and sponges. A Y-strap that met at the bridge of her nose went up her forehead with a metal ring for her horn, then locked with the others behind her head. Another padlock clicked, ensuring the gag could not be removed and trapped everything else within the unfortunate maid’s stuffed mouth.

“Hmmph!?” Sweetie quietly squealed when the pump came up, screwed into the gag’s port, and the hand began to squeeze the bulb. “Mph! Mmmhmhmmph!” The phallus grew with each hiss of air, filling what little room was left in her mouth, pressing against the sponges and advancing towards her throat.

“Mmmmmph!” Sweetie squirmed and pleaded, her dwindling voice unheeded. The dildo eventually stopped right at her throat, enormous, unyielding, and made more tears drop as it sent more concoction down into her system.

All the hands holding her neck, face, and horn moved away and Sweetie’s head lurched forward for a moment as she gazed at her face in the mirror. Her lips disappeared under the small square of riveted leather that held the inflated phallus in her muzzle. Straps circled around her head, holding everything in place with cruel, unyielding absolution. The bulge of her blushing, tear stained cheeks signified how much packing was within her mouth. And right under the panel was the small, discreet wire that led to the shock pad under her tongue. She tried to bite and move her tongue, the desperate need to get rid of the sponges and the hot sauce rising, but she couldn’t budge a single inch and had no hope of pushing anything out.

“Mmmmph!” But they weren’t done with her yet as a couple hands returned, again holding her horn and neck. A third grabbed Sweetie’s braided mane and lifted it up and out of the way.

Skrrrrrrrtt!

“Mhmhmmmph!?” Sweetie stared wide eyed as two hands picked up the roll of duct tape and loudly separated the start of the roll. “Mmmmmmph!” It stuck the tape to the front of her gag, then wound it around her head again and again. The room soon filled with the noisy ripping of said tape and the slowly quieting protests of its squirming, bound and gagged victim.

“Mmmmhmhmmmph! Nmmmmph mpphr!” Sweetie begged, her muffled protests becoming quieter and quieter. Six times the tape wound around her head, just under her nose and continued down to her chin. The hand tore off the end and she whimpered, hoping it was done as the hands smoothed and pressed the tape over her face.

Skrrrrtt!

“Mmmpht!? Mmphr!?!” But it was not done as it tore another length and this time wrapped up and down her muzzle from the side; down her left cheek, under her chin, up the right cheek, over her muzzle and back again. “Mmmmmoph!” Sweetie gave muffled cries as this was done six times as well, compressing her jaw further.

“Hmmmmmph!” But then it just started again from the other way! She screamed out with barely a whisper as six more wounds of tape went around her muzzle, this time climbing up almost to her eyes and over the bridge of her nose as the silvery tape dominated the majority of her face.

Finally the hands dropped the tape. Finally…

But then why were they still holding her head?

That’s when the hands picked up the elastic medical bandage.

“Nnmmmph! Nhmhmhmmph! Nmph!! Nmph mphrphr, mmfweez!!” Sweetie squirmed and cried and struggled as the new cream colored elastic stuck to the front of her face and wound around her head. Except with every half pass, and a new hand bracing the back of her head, it was pulled tight, stretching the elastic and put pressure on her entire lower head and neck. Sweetie whimpered as this was also done six times before the hands finished, and now she could feel the blood pounding in her skull. And impossibly, the inflated dildo inched a little further into her mouth.

But there was still one last thing as the muzzle gag came up. Sweetie stared in horror and begged as two hands held the sides and stretched and pulled the black leather and latex item over her insanely gagged lower face, the hand at the back of her head pushing her muzzle into it as she squirmed. “Mmmmmmmf!” Impossibly it compressed her entire muzzle around the already applied layers. Like the panel gag, the muzzle version had a triple strap configuration, which clicked behind her head and was made irremovable by another padlock.

“There~” came the breathy tone of ‘Mistress Rarity’. “Now isn’t that a lovely face?”

Sweetie whimpered at what had been done. The shiny black muzzle covered everything from below her eyes and all the way to her neck, a single black shiny mass of latex and leather as it stretched across her entire face from ear to ear. The only thing uncovered was her nostrils, left open by two small holes so she could breathe. It streamlined her face, something the duct tape and medical bandage couldn’t do, but there was still evidence of what lay underneath as slivers of the tape and wrap poked out from under the muzzle gag around the rims before it became far more evident on the sides and back of head. Even under all the tight bondage, the bulges of her stuffed cheeks partly remained, molded by the tightness of her gag.

Smack!

“Mmmmmf.” Sweetie squirmed from the strike and her eyes, still tearing up from the burning oven in her mouth, widened at how absolutely quiet she was. She barely heard her own yelp. “Hmmmf…” New tears streaked their way down the black muzzle gag.

“Now that's what I call silence,” ‘Mistress Rarity’ exclaimed. “Look on the bright side, maid. Now as we finish putting together your punishment, you can scream all you want and not disturb any of my other pets. And if you can’t disturb my other pets, then I can’t use that as an excuse to punish you further. Matter of fact, that makes this less fun for me, so you should be extra grateful for such a lovely gag.”

“Mhmhmmmf… mmmmphmmmf…”

“What’s that? You’re going to have to speak up, Darling.”

“Mmmmhmmmf…! Mmmnghmmmmf…!” Sweetie screamed out as loud as she could, begging for the harsh gag’s removal. “Mhmphmmphhmph…! Mmmmmmmmmf…!” Absolutely nothing got through, barely a reverberation.

“I guess you’re fine, then,” her cruel ‘Mistress’ teased and Sweetie whimpered pathetically in her state.

“Mmmmmf…” Sweetie whimpered as the hands returned, now quite anxious of what further torment they would inflict as she tried to watch through tear-blurred eyes. The hand that dutifully lifted her chest now let her back relax a little bit and lowered her tortured breasts closer to the mattress. “Hmf?”

Only for another to reach for the elastic cord tied to the bed’s frame. The maid winced as one end was tied to the middle of the nipple clamp chain, then the second found itself wound around and secured on the handcuff chain. At the moment they didn’t pull on her, but there was almost no slack left once attached.

Then the hand started pushing her chest back up. “Mmmmmmmf…!” Within moments the slack was taken and the tension pulled on her breasts and nipples. Fresh tears fell as Sweetie squirmed, yelping into the enormous gag, though she barely made a peep in the room. “Mmmmmhmhmmmmmf…!” Her squinted eyes shot open as she watched another ethereal hand grab the loose rope that was tied to the head of the bed above the mirror. Another started lifting her prayer bound arms up, then started tying the rope to a D-ring situated at her elbows.

“Mmmmmmmmf…!” Sweetie cried and shook her head as she quickly figured out what was being done, but of course the hands paid her no mind.The knot was tied and the hand on her chest relented, but the arch in back stayed, now more severe than before. Her prayer bound arms held at a forty-five degree angle from her body by the rope, and immense tension pulled on her squeezed breasts and nipples.

Sweetie squirmed, shaking her head and struggling against her new bondage. “Mmmmmmf…! Mmhmhmhmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph…!!” Sweetie panted hard, her breathing whistled through her nose as her chest heaved for air and she broke out into a sweat. She flexed and clenched her hands and wiggled her feet, the only parts of her other than her head that could move in a vain attempt to work something free.

Oh it’s so much, Goddesses it’s so much!

“Mmmmmmmmf…!” Sweetie quivered as every inch of her ached in some way. Some parts suffered from multiple things. She glanced down at her nipples, stretched towards the foot of the bed, then at the taut line of rope that kept her in a reverse-prayer strappado and the arch it put in her back. It pushed her tits out stupendously and had her stuffed ass thrust into the air as every part of her bondage screamed ultra sexy, making at least some of Sweetie’s gagged moans pleasurable ones, as she surveyed her work so far.

Almost there, almost there. A few more things… and we’re done and I can be trapped. Sweetie broke her roleplay briefly as she mentally checked herself. As predicted, she absolutely was not comfortable, but again that was the point and she still felt like she was in her limits.

The warmth of pleasure hazed her pained mind a little bit as the aphrodisiac dribbling down her throat started to kick in. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and her loins stirred, making her squirm her hips as the dildoes in her chastity belt became a little more noticeable amidst the constant but tolerable sources of pain.

Ready once again, Sweetie resumed. Lost in her own painful suffering, Sweetie barely noticed the two hands picking up the inflators at her rear.

“Hmf!?” The swish of pumping air alerted her first and she watched in horror as the hands squeezed both pumps simultaneously. “Mmmmmmf…!!” She squirmed her hips, fighting against the belts holding her legs folded and in the splits.

Both phalluses grew and grew and grew. At first she moaned and squirmed, her already deep blush spread across her face; pleasure flooded her pussy as a delightful feeling of fullness plunged her love canal, punctuated by little spikes of pain as her sphincter stretched to accommodate the growing cock in her ass.

Her orgasm crept near and the pumping slowed. “You are still not allowed to cum, maid,” her ‘Mistress’ reminded Sweetie.

“Hmmmmmmf…!” Sweetie winced as the slow pumps were just enough to arouse her, but not enough to bring her anywhere close to the edge. “Mmmmhmhmhmmmmphf…!” Sweetie winced as more pain accompanied each dildo, which now felt huge in her ass and pussy as their girth widened at every corner and the phallic, stallion cock shaped tips advanced. Her eyes widened as the realization dawned on her.

“That’s right,” ‘Mistress Rarity’ cooed. “They’re going to their maximum this time.”

Hiss. “Mmmmmmmph…!” Hiss. “Mmmmhmhmmmmph…!” Each pump was now accentuated by a muffled shriek between hard and rapid pants of breath and triggered squirming in the hips of their victim. Hiss. “Mhmhmmmmmph…! Mmmmmf…!” Hiss. “Mmmmmmmmf…!” Sweetie could feel herself stretching to accommodate the enormous dildoes as that pleasant fullness evolved into a feeling of being stuffed to the brim, an unrelenting force that bullied her holes. The anal phallus felt like it was splitting her apart as it undoubtedly advanced deep within her colon. Its vaginal partner felt as if someone was ramming their entire forearm into her cunt and Sweetie swore it was prying open her cervix, trying to enter her womb.

Hiss. Pssht. Hiss. Pssht. Sweetie squealed and panted at the new noise, but knew what it was and what it meant as the hands dropped the two pumps. It was the safety mechanism in the inflatable toys that stopped them from growing beyond their safe maximum.

“Mpht mphnk mmmphsfs…” Thank the Goddesses… Sweetie groaned in relief as they stopped growing, then glanced in the mirror and winced as she took in what was left of her ravaged rear. Normally the stainless steel, cushioned crotch plate was enough to completely cover her labia lips and clit like normal underwear would, and of course concealed her asshole by sinking between her cheeks. This time, however, the dildoes were inflated to their maximum for the first time in their play with her.

Knowing that this same chastity belt had been purchased and used by her older sister, Sweetie wondered if Rarity had ever inflated the inserts so completely. It was also a slightly amusing thought that she might have just taken more cock than her elder sibling.

The vaginal dildo stretched her so much that she could see her straining labia lips to either side of the crotch plate as it held the monstrous phallus in, which she could see its overinflated sides as it mercillessly pried her open. The anal dildo approached a similar girth as it spread her yellow ass cheeks apart. The dildo in her ass deceptively seemed bigger as the crotch plate narrowed slightly as it traveled between her ass cheeks. Despite the immense strain put on the device, the chastity belt didn’t give or budge at all. As far as Sweetie could tell from her position, the belt around her waist held tight to its position, and the crotch plate stayed firmly planted against her sex and rear; which meant every iota of inflated dildo was forced to take the path of least resistance, that being its unfortunate victim.

Sweetie whimpered at the sight, mesmerizing as it was. The unrelenting sense of being so full kept her restlessly squirming her hips and legs, though one wouldn’t hardly know it as her lower half barely moved in such strict bondage. And she knew it would get worse as time went by as the maid looked up to the two bags full of liquid, their tubes leading into the same dildoes and thus her holes.

“Hmmmmmf…! Mmmmmf-mmmmmmf…!” Sweetie squirmed and strained, her body’s natural reaction to clench and bear down, to push the humongous invaders out of her holes. “Mmmmmhmhmmmmmph…! Mmmmmf-mmmmfhmhmmm…!”

This is quite the ride…

Sweetie rolled her teary eyes at herself. Yeah it was quite a ride indeed, so much pain and strain, but she quickly found that she loved all of it. Especially as she roleplayed a stern and cruel version of Rarity as her Mistress doing all of this to her.

I imagine this is a litte bit weird… Sweetie thought to herself as she more playfully squirmed and struggled. Rarity is my sister, but… I can’t really imagine anyone else being dominant. Button certainly wasn’t like that.

Sweetie feigned total exhaustion as she continued. The hands returned to hold her head up and a posture collar cinched its way onto her neck, forcing her head to look straight at the mirrors. “Mmmmmf…” she whined a little as a padlock clicked it into place and other hands started turning on the various devices; the little pump that connected to the cream jar which fed into the vaginal dildo, the electrical unit that connected all the shock pads, and the control device that would unclamp the hose to her anal dildo.

“Almost there, maid,” ‘Mistress Rarity’ intoned. “Care to know exactly what awaits you now?” Sweetie already knew, but whimpered the negative. “First and foremost your dildoes are going to vibrate and drive you up the wall with their ‘denial’ setting. They’ll start off low, barely noticeable, and will slowly build and build in strength all the way to their most powerful. But don’t worry, sensors in the belt will turn them back to their lowest setting when you’re about to cum. And it will do this over and over. Forever.”

“Hmmmmmf…” Sweetie groaned and quivered, dreading the constant orgasm denial as her ‘Mistress’ continued.

“The electrical unit will randomly send shocks of varying intensity to the pads stuck to your bound body. They may be gentle tickling tingles, or quite painful zaps. It will do so every three minutes, forever. The first bag leading to your shapely ass is just a cold water enema with ice. But it’s two gallons worth. Half, on a randomly generated timer, will flow all the water into your rear, which a one way valve will keep every drop inside you even as the other gallon’s worth of ice melts into you. Lastly, the other syringe is full of simulant cum. Every time you have a denied orgasm, the same sensor will tell the motor to inject several ounces into your stuffed pussy. Or rather, your womb. Of which, there are two pint’s worth ready to give you a lovely baby bulge.”

“”Hmmmmmf….!” Sweetie whimpered and squirmed as the sentence was laid bare. She knew what awaited her before, but hearing it listed in detail had her quivering. All of that, added on to what she already had? She questioned if she would survive! “Hmmmf…!” Sweetie struggled to catch her Mistress’s attention.

“Hmmmmf! Phleez mmfsrs! Phlez onft!”

Sweetie had to scream to get her garbled words even partially past the huge and thorough gag in and around her muzzle. She stared forward into the mirrors at her squirming, tightly bound body, heart racing as her torment waited to start like an aimed rifle mere seconds away from firing.

“Hmmmmmhmmmf…!” Sweetie squealed as the hands moved the horn ring into view, just below her face, this was so she could see it before the next piece came up. The hands set that down and then a new harness came up; a locking head band with blinders to the sides. It fastened to her head and limited her view as yet another padlock secured it into place. Now, Sweetie’s entire world was what the mirrors showed her as the blinders worked with the posture collar to ensure she couldn’t gaze upon anything else.

“Phlez! Mmphfss, mphlez! Mhmhmhmmmph! Mphlez mphdt! Mphil mpho mphphengh!!” Please! Mistress, please! The maid begged again, struggling what little she could in her thorough bondage. Please don’t! I’ll do anything!!

“Awe,” ‘Mistress Rarity’ cooed, an ethereal hand gently caressing Sweetie’s gagged face. “I’m sure you’re sorry about the vase and arguing with me. I’m sure that right now you would do absolutely anything I asked of you to avoid this.”

“Mmmph!” Sweetie’s teary eyes widened with hope. She only barely felt her ‘Mistress’s’ hand under the cruel layers around her face, but she tried to nod fervently despite the posture collar. “Eph! Eph! Phlez, eph, Mmfrss! Mhmphengh!” Yes! Yes! Please, yes, Mistress! Anything!

“Hmmmmmmph!!” Sweetie screamed as a number of electric shocks coursed through her body at her tits, pussy and ass. “Mmmmmmmmmmf!!!” She squinted her eyes shut and thrashed what little she could as they continued pumping current. It felt like harsh metal pokers stabbing into her where the pads were active. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like a short eternity as they eventually stopped and Sweetie went limp, panting as fresh tears of misery fell down her gagged cheeks.

“Mhmhmhmmmph…!” Sweetie squirmed and actually begged. “PHLEZ!! PHLEZ MPHT MPHO MPHSS MPH MPHE, MPRMPHY!!” Please! Please don’t do this to me, Rarity!!

“Mmmmph! Mhmhmmmph!” Sweetie reeled from the pain and panted, taken a little aback at how much her first time with electro-play hurt… and found it exhilarating.

Goddesses! Okay, I still feel within my limits. I still want to do this, but I can feel the panic coming a little bit. If I still want to go forward, I have to cross the threshold very soon!

She blushed a little bit as Sweetie realized she had gone into her fantasy a little farther than she thought she could as the bound unicorn genuinely, literally begged to an imaginary Mistress and briefly forgot she could stop at any time.

Okay, okay, She threw on the facade again and squirmed. “Mmmph! Mhmhmmmph!”

“That is but a small taste, maid,” ‘Mistress Rarity’ explained and the maid winced, her hopes slowly being dashed. “But I can’t just let you get away with your crimes. If I did, then who knows what you think you’ll get away with in the future. Or what the other pets may think.”

“Hmmmmmmmmf!!” The maid screamed in despair as the horn ring came up, the ethereal hands programming her helplessness.

“I know you’re not foolish enough to try and release yourself or stop your punishment prematurely, but…” The hand held the timer readout so the maid could read it. “It would be an awful temptation for you and might earn a far harsher punishment. Five hours of this, then I’ll release you.”

Fresh tears welled in the maid’s eyes and she looked up, watching helplessly as the ring floated up to the tip of her white horn and then slid down until it came to a stop just above the tape that held the shock pads to her horn. Though it didn’t inflate just yet.

“Mmmmmmf!” Sweetie cried as her panties now came up and were stretched over her head, the groin planted over her nostril holes. “Hmmmmf! Nhmhmmph!” She winced, now having her breathing slightly hindered and forced to smell her arousal. The hands tucked and tied the waist fabric in with the straps of her blinders, ensuring that she could never shake it off.

“Hmmmmmf!” And they weren’t done as hands tugged on her braided mane and tail, pulling on her until it ached. A final lash of rope tied them both together, locking that uncomfortable tension between her scalp and dock. “Mhmhmmmmf!” The tie didn’t serve to pull or immobilize her any more than she already was, it was just to add more discomfort.

“I’ll even be nice and let you watch the timer tick down,” ‘Mistress Rarity’s’ ethereal hand turned the horn ring so the maid could see the timer’s reflection in the front mirror. She paused for a few seconds, “Say it, maid, or I may reconsider my generosity.”

“Mmmmph…” Sweetie winced and quickly nodded. “Mphnk mphoo, Mmphrss…” Thank you, Mistress…

Sweetie whimpered as the ethereal hands gave a few gropes to her latex ass and breasts, the latter wrenching a muffled yelp from her before they departed. The inflation delay was only thirty seconds this time, and Sweetie didn’t have to wait long before her magic cut out and the rubber ring inflated, squeezing her horn and irrevocably trapping the maid in her predicament. Once she was cut off, the countdown timer began.

The maid tried to light a spell and winced as she couldn’t. The permanence of what just happened sank in and sent a shiver down her spine and through her whole body. Trapped, like this, for five hours! Even without her magic, the roleplay continued as Sweetie ‘heard’ Mistress Rarity walk away and close the door, leaving her to her fate.

Left alone, the maid stared at herself in the mirror.

She saw a shapely and beautiful mare, squeezed into brutal and torturous bondage. Not much of her face was visible, save for teary, pained eyes. The majority of that face was covered by a black muzzle gag, only marred by tear streaks that slid down the slick surface. Other than the bulge of her cheeks, the evidence of how the cruel multiple layers were barely visible.

The protection of her bra and uniform had been pulled down, leaving her latex covered tits bare for the world to see, especially as part of her bondage kept her back and torso arched up. Part of that bondage made it seem like she had no arms when looked at from the front. The victim’s poor breasts bulged and squeezed into the large handcuffs, ratcheted down tightly over the base, which perked them out beautifully as the armbinder’s straps criss-crossed between them. The clover clamps always looked like they bit fiercely, which they did, especially as the elastic cord pulled the chains of both devices, undoubtedly causing the bound mare a great deal of discomfort.

Behind the maid, her torture wasn’t looking any better. Beautiful legs, emphasized by shiny yellow and pewter latex and panty hose wrapped in fishnets, garter straps snaked out from under her maid uniform to hold them up, and wearing four inch high heels, were crushed in tight bondage by a dozen leather belts holding the poor maid in a combination frog tie, which pressed her calves and heels harshly into her thighs and rear, and a full split. This left her nethers fully open to be seen, as well as the stainless steel chastity belt that hugged her waist and groin.

Any modesty was gone thanks to the way the belt pulled away the frilly skirt. Many things led to the poor mare’s groin; thick tubes to containers of what looked like ice and water, and another with cum, ready and waiting to fill her with their contents; hand pumps lay idly by, and have obviously been used as the belt’s dildo inserts stretched the mare’s pussy and ass wide enough that they could be seen bulging out from under the belt; lastly, programmable vibration modules lay next to the pumps, and if one were to listen, they could hear the audible rumble of the dildoes as they sexually worked over the bound and gagged maid, visually evidenced by her thigh and leg muscles clenching and squirming in futile effort against her strict bondage.

Some questions were answered when looking at the maid’s back. Her strangely missing arms were found, placed into a strenuous and unforgiving reverse-prayer tie and crushed into a black triangular armbinder, specifically designed for such a tie. But it wasn’t as simple as that, as a rope pulled taut from a D-ring on her elbows to the bed, putting the mare into an impressive strappado and kept her breasts and nipples constantly pulled on. Only her latex covered hands were visible, moving and searching desperately for some way to release herself. At the back of the mare’s head, her braided mane and tail were tied off with rope, and her fingers brushed against the more clearly visible layers of duct tape and medical bandage that gagged her, as well as a few padlocked leather straps.

“Mmmmmmmf!” But none would know the interior aspects of the maid’s torment. Only she knew of the inflated dildo, ring gag, and sponges stuffed into her muzzle. Only she experienced the fire burning in her mouth and throat from the hot sauce previously soaked in said sponges, which was responsible for most of the tears falling down her face. Or the immense fullness the dildoes stuffed into her ass and pussy gave her, including the fact that the vaginal one was so huge, so thoroughly embedded, that it had her cervix forcefully pried open and its head stuffing her womb. Not to mention the strain in her arms, back, and legs from the brutal and crushing position she was forced to maintain.

“Mmmmmmph…” The sight before Sweetie intensified that blush and made her heart pound. “MMmmmmmmf, mmmhmhmmmph!” She squirmed and struggled, watching herself do so and getting immensely turned on. She relished the tightness, how the bonds cared nothing for her comfort, how there was no give or relief whatsoever. She was stuck and that’s how it was going to be for several hours.

“MMmmmmph! Mhmhmmmph!” Yet she struggled anyway, the strain of her bonds forced her to. Even more she felt the part, a maid being punished by her mistress, as the vibrators began to gradually grow in power. Her nethers thrummed audibly to her twitching ears.

“Hmmmmmmmf! Mhmhmmmmph!!” Shocks assaulted her again, this time in her feet, mouth, and her ass cheeks. “Hmmmmmmmmmmf!!!” Sweetie clenched her eyes shut and struggled, wiggling her feet and trying to shake her head in a vain attempt to dislodge the pads. But of course that was impossible until the torment ended some thirty seconds later, when she panted heavily and went limp.

“Hmmmmohmphmmph!” Sweetie grunted and winced, knowing that in three short minutes she would be shocked again. Somewhere random, and it might hurt a lot more than that one did.

She whimpered, again moving her hands as she tried to find some kind of something to pull on. Her latex fingers brushed teasingly against the wound tape and bandage on her head, and even one of the padlocks that secured her gag, but only barely and she could reach nothing else. She had hoped to maybe pull out one or more of the shocking pad wires, but she was thorough earlier and made sure none of them would be within reach. Sweetie left her hands untaped, even though she knew she could have bound herself further by wounding tape around her hands. However, she thought that by having a small part of herself unbound, it would heighten her helplessness.

“MMmmmmph, mhhnmmphm!” And she was right. Sweetie felt a growing need to alleviate something. She wanted the hot sauce sponges out of her mouth. She steadily found a rising dread at being shocked more. Her legs and arms needed a break. And it taunted her, having her hands free and unable to help her at all. “MMmmmmph!” She grunted in frustration, but loved every second of her helplessness, struggling in thorough bondage.

“Mhmhmmmmph!” Sweetie winced at herself in the mirror and squirmed her hips. The vibrator’s strength grew even more. Slowly but surely her arousal developed into a warmth in her loins, an orgasm forming at long last.

“MMmmmmmmm, mhmhmmmmmm…” Her eyes fluttered and she tried to grind her pelvis into the bed, a task made extraordinarily hard by the way her legs and hips were bound. It would not have helped her along and she knew that the belt’s crotch plate would deny any outside stimulation, but she didn’t care and did it anyway out of lustful pleasure.

“Mmmm, mhmhmmmph… Hmmmmmmmmf!!” Sweetie’s moan interrupted into a muffled scream. This time her horn was shocked, along with her clit and breasts. And on top of that it was the strongest shock so far. “Mmmmmmmmmmf-mmmmphmhmmmmmf!!” Electricity kept flowing, striking against her sensitive places. Her horn in particular caused her head to throb. “HMMMMMMMMMMphmmmmmhmhmmmph!!!”

Eventually the shock ended and she melted into her bonds, holding her up when she would have collapsed and splayed on the bed. “Hmph, hmph, mph, hmph…” Sweetie panted and whimpered, her air stifled by the panties on her face and reminded of her own arousal with each breath. That pain was replaced by immense pleasure, the vibrators were nearly at their maximum, thrumming loudly and powerful in the room.

“MMmmmmmmmmmm, mhmhmmmmmmm,” Sweetie moaned into her gag, squirming as fire burned in her loins, coalescing, shifting, building into the familiar form of a climax. She knew it would be a big one, her latest and greatest bondage setup saw that she would be incredibly built up and horny.

“Mmmmph, mhmhmmmph! Mmmmmmmmf!!” Sweetie built and built, squirming her hips in growing need. With all the discomfort she endured, there was also a desperate need to cum that increased by granules.

“Mmmmmmf! Mmhmhmhmhmph!” Her eyes clenched shut and she tensed, the edge right there and she was about to hurdle over it--

“Mph!?” Her eyes jerked open as the twin vibrators suddenly died. “NNnnnnnmmmph!!! Nmph, nph, nmph!!” She thrashed in her bonds desperately as the edge hung there for a moment, then started receding away, replaced by painful frustration. “Nnnmph! Nmph, nmph!!” She wailed into the thorough gag, helplessly demanding that the vibrators turn back on and let her finish.

“Mmmmmmph!” Sweetie blanched when she felt something odd happen. It wasn’t painful, but it was very pleasurable and her thighs quivered. Warm liquid flooded into her womb directly and her pussy clenched around it as its natural reaction. She had felt it before, the sensation of cum squirting into her. It stopped, but the head of the dildo ensured all of it stayed put in her womb. “Mmhmhmmmph!” Sweetie blushed hotly as it became apparent that she had just been given a cream pie.

“Mmmmmmmmph!” As if to taunt her, the vibrators did turn back on, but their setting was so low she could only barely feel it. “MMmmmmph! Mmmhmhmhmmmph!” Sweetie panted, the blush intense on her face even if it was barely visible as she stared at her desperate gaze, her chest heaved and made her bound breasts bounce.

“Hmmmmmmmmf!!” The shock pads said hello again as her nipples, horn, and thighs received a painful shock. “MhmhmmmmpH! Nnnnnnnph! MMmmmmph! MMMMMPH!!” She jerked and squirmed and thrashed, making her pain worse by trying to pull away from the cord that pulled her nipple chain, and arching her back.

“Mmmmmmmph!” The shock went on for a terribly long minute before it finally cut out. Sweetie cried into her gag as tears flowed. It hurt so much and the fires in her loins simmered and raged, unable to be quenched. “Mhmhmmmph…” She whimpered, now no longer excited when the vibrators gained more strength.

“Mmmmmmm-mmmmmhmhmhmmmm!” It wasn’t long before the vibrators had her squirming again and building up to release. Just as before she approached the cliff edge as orgasmic pressure built in her loins. She squirmed and whimpered, tensing and trying to flex her legs as her hands fruitlessly looked for a way to fly down to her pussy and rub with abandon. “Mmmmmmmm, mmmmhmhmmmmph! Mmmmmmmf, mmmmm!”

“HMmmmmmmmmmf!” Sweetie wailed as they cut out again, just before she could cum. The true magnitude of what she did settled in as Sweetie whimpered pathetically and stared at herself in the mirrors. The cruelty of her settings truly meant she would not be able to achieve orgasm, not until she could remove the belt and pleasure herself, because none of the cruel machines would let her.

“Hmmmmmf!” Sweetie’s eyes fluttered as a second load of cum shot into her womb, expanding her belly even more. She felt so full, blushing hotly and felt like a used sex toy. Like she was a full, life sized sex doll, unable to cum but serving as a vessel to be filled by her partner’s pleasure. The idea was so intoxicatingly submissive that her whole body quivered with pleasure, combining with the pains and frustrations.

With that thought in mind, Sweetie desperately looked in the mirror to the timer.

It read: 02:16:34 and counting.

Sweetie’s eyes widened with hope. Her torment was already more than half over! “Mmmmmphmmph!” She gave a muffled squeal of joy. Maybe being immensely stimulated was like the opposite effect of sensory deprivation. With the latter, ten minutes could be made to feel like an hour if she were blind and deaf. So, by having all this done to her constantly, perhaps it made time feel slower to her.

“Mmmmph! Mhmhmmmmph!” Sweetie struggled as the vibrators started up again. She again looked in the mirror, trying to look at the other devices. The TENS unit was out of view, its screen turned upwards towards the ceiling, as were the vibrator boxes, but she knew what they said regardless. The same for the cum injector; it triggered every time she had a denied orgasm.

“Mmmmph, nnnmhmph.” Sweetie squinted, trying to crane her head upward to see the readout on the enema bag. All this time had passed and it still hasn’t released the ice cold water into her rectum. She set a random timer. Did she perhaps set it too long? Beyond five hours?

“Mmmhmhmmph…” She wasn’t sure what to feel at that moment. On the one hand, as her mouth burned from hot sauce, her limbs ached, her pussy burned, all three holes painfully stretched, womb stuffed with cum, she was glad the water hadn’t been allowed into her ass yet. But on the other, she wanted to experience all that she worked hard to put together, and she has never experienced an enema before. So it would be a shame to have it wasted.

“Hmmmmmmf-hmmmmm!!” She was jerked from her thoughts by another wave of painful shocks. Her horn, mouth and her clit this time. “Mmmmmmmmmmmph, mmmmhmhmmmph!!” It didn’t last as long as the other time, but it still hurt immensely and left her whimpering. “Fmmmk!” Sweetie shouted a muffled curse.

Then, to shorten her reprieve, the vibrators approached their peak. “Mmmmmmmmoph!” Sweetie winced and shook her head against the posture collar. “Nhmhmmph! Nmph!” She begged and squirmed her hips and flexed her hands, trying to dislodge the chastity belt somehow. “Nhmhmmph! Nmph! Phleez, Mphi mphd mpho mphmm!!” Nooooo! No! Please, I need to cum!!

But begging had no effect on inanimate objects. The vibrators continued unabated, forcing their bound prisoner closer and closer to the edge. “MMmmmph! Mmmmm-hmm-mph!” Sweetie’s eyes fluttered from pleasure, each denial made her build up feel even more desperate and powerful than the last as sweat dripped down her face.

Almost. Almost, please, almost!

“MMmmmmmmmph!!” But it was not to be as the dildoes shut off again. “MMMmmmm! Mmmmmph! Mphmhophmmmm!!” Again she thrashed and screamed, her crest held and simmered, then agonizingly slowly returned to a protesting ball of fiery fury within her abdomen. Pleasure flooded her womb as a third shot of cum pumped her up further, making her flush hotly. The unfairness of it stung; the damn belt was allowed to have an orgasm inside of her, but she couldn’t cum.

Just like a Master and their slave. Or a sex toy and its owner.

“Mmmmmmmph…” Sweetie mewled and whimpered for release.

“Mhmhmmmph…” Sweetie looked upwards again at the clock for her release. “Hmpoh?” And blinked, surprised as it read: 00:44:58

Sweetie stilled her struggling and stared at the ticking clock. The last time she remembered to check it had a little over two hours on it. Like, two hours and sixteen minutes or something like that. Has it really been an hour and a half since then?

Something felt off. She could feel it and that realization almost cut through her arousal like a hot knife through butter, then formed a knot in her gut.

“Hmmmph?” she asked curiously, staring at the timer even as the vibrators started their slow climb back up. Tears were still in her eyes, so she rapidly blinked until they were gone and then looked at it again. It still read the same time, minus several seconds as it counted down.

Could the timer be running faster than it should? Sweetie hoped not. If that was the case, then she would have to get the ring fixed or buy a new one. An expensive prospect that she did not enjoy. Even more, it would severely limit the types and severity of self-bondage play that she could enjoy during the month her sister was away. A possibility she did not enjoy either.

Okay, okay. Just measure it the best you can. Sweetie nodded to herself and counted, blinking her eyes fast to keep her tears from messing her up.

One-one-thousand. Tick.

Two-one-thousand. Tick.

Three-one-thousand. Tick.

Sweetie countered for a little bit, trying to ignore the growing rumbling in her loins.

“MMmmmmph! MMhmhmmmmmmmh-hmmmm!” Though it would not be ignored as pleasure radiated from her stuffed pussy, her legs squirmed and vaginal walls clenched around the enormous dildo. Her counting had to stop as Sweetie squinted her eyes shut, blushing hard and fast. “MMmmmmm! Mmmmmhmhmnhmmmmmf!!” She was approaching her peak and waited for the inevitable cut off.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmf!” Her eyes jerked open as a sudden flood of electricity assaulted her pussy, horn, and mouth. A strong blast that sent her screaming and thrashing in her bondage right as the powerful vibrators cut out. “HMMMMMMMMHMMMMF! MMMHMHM! MMMMMMMMMMPH!!!”

It almost felt like the electricity would send her careening over the edge, given the near-perfect, circumstantial timing of the vibrators and TENS unit. And for a second her heart sang as it seemed she would finally cum.

Or at least until a new sensation quenched her orgasmic rise like a tidal wave upon a bonfire.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmf!?” A wave of ice cold flooded into her rectum and she panicked until she realized what was happening. Quickly and inexorably, unstoppable and really fucking cold! Sweetie shivered in her bonds as the enema poured into her. The sheer temperature drop absolutely stopped her orgasm in its tracks, harsher than if it had been only because of the vibrators shutting off.

“Mmmmhmhmmmmf!” Sweetie struggled anew, shivering as more and more and more water entered her rear. “MMmmmmmmmf!” She squirmed as two senses of bloating pressed against her insides. Of course the gallon of icey cold water filled her rear up to the brim, an entire gallon of it, but so too did the other container do its due diligence and pumped her womb with yet another load of cum. Only this time she noticed it a lot more as the previous load brought her to a tolerable capacity and this one took her beyond that.

“Hmmmph! Mmmmmmmmph!” Sweetie winced as it finally felt like it stopped, and a quick glance up at the enema container validated that as all that was left was ice; and Sweetie’s ears folded as she realized that would slowly melt and fill her up even more. But her abdomen absolutely strained to hold it all!

“Mhmhmmmmmmph…!” She felt an intense need to go to the bathroom and relieve herself, like she had eaten a nine course meal the day before and it was ready to depart. It was so much, so intense, that if it hadn’t been for the enormous dildo plugging her ass, it would have come out all on its own despite any effort to hold it in. The very thought embarrassed her immensely, even though she was alone. To that end she found herself grateful for the plug being so huge, as a glance in the mirrors saw her rear dry, save for the wetness of her pussy around her thighs, as the plug held firmly like a dam.

But… “Mmmmmmmhmmmph~! Mmmhmhmmmph! Mmmph, mmph, nmghmphm…!” It was impossible for Sweetie to find any sense of comfort now. The fire in her mouth still burned quite a bit, enough to still draw tears and make her eager for the removal of the sponges from her muzzle, but was nowhere near what it once was. And it was nowhere near this!

“Hmmmmph! Mmmmmmph-mmmmm!” Sweetie squirmed lividly, the constant pressure in her ass gave no reprieve. Right now she shivered from the cold that spread through her from the inside out, but that would eventually warm up and go away. But the pressure wouldn’t. It would remain and become gradually worse as the ice melted, sending another gallon into her ass.

“Nnnnmph!!” Sweetie squealed at the idea. She could barely stand having one gallon of water inside her rectum, let alone two! She struggled against her bonds, attempting to move away from the tube, trying to move far enough away that it might break off and prevent any more from getting into her.

“Hmph! Nghhmmnph! Mmmmphmhmmm!!” But it was useless. She had no leverage with her bound legs. The spreader bar and belts made it impossible to make any meaningful movement forward, and even if she could, the ropes that held the bar to the bed frame and the similar rope that stretched her arms up in a strappado ensured that Sweetie would stay in place. And there was plenty of slack on the tube to compensate for a little wiggling. “Hmmmmmmmf!!”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmf!” Right then the shock pads paid another visit, this time shocking her mouth, tits, and nipples with another harsh jolt. Sweetie tried to squirm away by shaking her shoulders, but all this did was bounce her tits and have their bonds pull harder. Though it only lasted a few seconds.

“Mhmhmmmph!” Sweetie panted hard and whined for release. “Hmmmph! Mhmhmph! Mmmph!” She begged to whatever would listen as she squirmed. The next step was gonna be another denied orgasm as she felt the vibrators turning up once again. “Hmmmmmmmf!!” Sweetie wailed, unable to control it, unable to stop it, trapped fully and thoroughly in her bondage until the timer ran out and she could have her freedom again.

That thought in mind, Sweetie desperately cleared her eyes with rapid blinks and gazed at the timer again. It read: 09:22:18

“Hmmmmph…” Sweetie sighed in relief. Oh good, only nine more min--wait. Wait!

That sinking feeling in her stomach knotted her again. She looked back up at the timer, eyes slowly widening and she went still. She read it again and again, squinting and blinking but not believing.

09:22:11

“Mmmphrk!?” She almost choked, then squealed, “Nimph hmphrs nghmph hmphmph mphoo mphemphs!?”

What!? No! That can’t be, that’s impossible! How could it be that high!? I didn’t set it for that! It didn’t say that before!!

“NNNRRRHMPHMMPHRRR!!” Sweetie wailed into her gag and struggled, the very idea of enduring this for so long terrified her, but not as much as the confusion for the huge discrepancy in the allotted time. “Nhmmpoh! Mmmmmph! Mmmmp!!”

Sweetie struggled until she tuckered herself out, leaving her panting and winded.

Okay, okay, you had your freakout. Maybe it was… I don’t know! A dream? Delirium, yeah, that’s it! You’re delirious, frustrated, and horny and you imagined it! It has to be!

Sweetie clenched her eyes shut and tried her best to relax and regather herself. She did so, her breathing slowed a little, and she relaxed her endless squirming despite all the torments to her bound body right now. She repeated her words in her head like a mantra, trying and hoping to make them real and to explain what happened.

Sweetie opened her eyes and looked up again.

09:20:57

Silence.

Sweetie’s blood ran colder than the ice water in her ass. She stared at it, ticking down one second at a time in silence. She sucked in a huge breath…

“NNNNNNNNNMMMMMPHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Sweetie screamed out, despaired and thrashing in her bondage like never before. Damn the clamps and cuffs, damn the belts and armbinder, damn the dildoes and belt, damn the huge gag! All of it!

“NNNNNNNOMMMMMMPH! NMPH NMPH NMPH!!” Noooooo! No, no, no!! Sweetie bucked and twisted and strained.

“MPHS MPHN MPHE MPHHMPHENMPH!!” This can’t be happening!! She desperately wiggled her ankles, wrists and hands, the only parts of her that were responsive. Her hands flexed and fingers stretched, trying in vain to grab the horn ring itself, but all they served to do was brush against the padlock securing the muzzle gag to her face.

“MPHS MPHN MPHE MPHHMPHENMPH!!” This can’t be happening!! Sweetie flexed her bound arms and legs with every ounce of strength she had in an attempt to break her bonds outright, so much so that she trembled and quivered where she lay, her leg muscles visibly clenched under the latex, panty hose, and fishnet stocking in the parts that weren’t crushed by the leather belts. But she was no athlete like some of her friends, she didn’t have super powers or even earth pony strength. She was a petite, curvaceous unicorn mare and her physical form was lacking in the strength department. And she was stuck.

“MPHS MPHN MPHE MPHHMPHENMPH!!” This can’t be happening!! She grunted and worked her jaw and tongue, trying to force the massive gag out of her mouth, pausing only to swallow the aphrodisiac and hot sauce squeezed from the sponges so she wouldn’t choke.

“HMMmmmmmmmmmf!!!” While trying to get free, her shock pads flared up. Her horn, pussy and clit surged with painful electrical jolts. “MMmmmmmph! Mmmmhmhmmmph!”

The vibrators were on their most powerful again, but Sweetie could pay them no mind. “Nnmmmmmmph! Nmmmphmhmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!” Sweetie wailed and bucked, yanking on her breasts and nipples as she tried over and over to loosen or snap or break something, anything! She had to get free, she couldn’t wait for over nine hours of this!

“Hmph!!!” Sweetie paused, eyes wide as a realization hit her. Nine and a half hours? That length of time would keep her right here, bound and gagged and vulnerable well past ten o’clock. A terrible blast from the past dawned on her right then, something she had forgotten in the wake of her Mistress and Maid fantasy play.

“I’m sorry I missed you last night, but how about we try again tonight? There’s still plenty of snacks left. Say, around ten?”

“That sounds great, Sweets.”

The awful reality sank in. There would be no hiding this time, no staying quiet in a corner and praying not to be discovered. It wouldn’t be a close call at all. The whole thing played out in the bound mare’s head.

Button Mash would come over tonight. Early, on time, or late, it didn’t matter as there was no way she would be released in time. He would let himself in when she didn’t answer the door, he had a key after all. Just like last night he’d find the kitchen and living room dark and quiet. He would probably assume she was asleep or just upstairs. He would then venture upwards to get her, eager to spend time with his marefriend. Button was polite, so he would knock and ask from outside her room if she was decent and if he could come in. Of course, she would not answer because she could not, the massive gag would still be in place. Upon receiving no response, Button would enter. And once he did, he would find her bound, gagged, squirming on the bed, right where she was now, screaming muffledly as her secret was irrevocably discovered by the one person she didn’t want to know the most.

“NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOMMMMPHH!!!” Sweetie yelled out as loud as she could, her bucking and squirming renewed as she tried desperately to avoid that future. “NNNNOMMPH! NMMPH! MPHT MMPHNT MMMPHMPHMM!! MPHT MPHNT MMMPHMPHMM!! MPHLEZ NMPH! NMPH, NMPH, NMPH!! MPHLL MPHMPH!!” Noooo! Noo! That can’t happen!! That can’t happen!! Please no! No, no, no!! I’ll die!!

Sweetie’s begging devolved into incoherent screams and moans. “MMMMmmmmmph! MmmmmhmhmmmmpH! MMmm-mnnph-mmmph!!” Her vibrators were still strong, pounding against her resistance in her stretched holes. The discomfort of the still freezing enema and her stuffed womb, and the thought of discovery, made it harder for her to reach the edge. But regardless it came and she stood on the precipice.

“MMmmhmhmmph! Mmmmph-mmm-mmmmph! Mmmmmmph! MMmmmmphh!!” Sweetie trembled as her loins felt like a furnace, squeezing and freezing at the same time, the two temperatures colliding within her pelvis like a battleground for which would triumph, and she would lose no matter who won. Whether she wanted it or not, it was coming --

-- and then the vibrators cut out. “MMMMMMMMMMmmmmph!!!!”

Cut short once again, Sweetie wailed into her massive, unyielding gag. “Mmmmmm! MMmph! MMmmmmmmmmph!” Then squealed as another dose of cum inflated her womb even more, the pressure of herself expanding against the maid outfit’s corset made her jerk. For a few moments she tried to tilt onto her side, to get her expanding abdomen off of the bed for relief. But of course it was futile as the bonds won the battle and she had to go limp, exhausted.

Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to deal with the fact that she was completely stuck and would inevitably be discovered like this. Sweetie sobbed, eyes shut and ears folded as the reality sank in. Her screaming and yelling barely made much noise in the room, so the gentle sobs and whimpers barely made a peep.

I’m done. I’m finished. He’s gonna find me. He’ll see what I really am like.

… and then he won’t want me…

Her cruel imagination played out the scenario of her coltfriend dumping her. It was too much to bear as she whimpered and her racing heart ached.

“Hmmph! Mmmmmph!” Sweetie needed to know what time it was. The only clue she had was that the sun was going down, so it was at some point in the afternoon now. She twisted her neck and tried to turn her head, but the collar held her fast and the blinders severely limited her vision. All she could see was herself in the double mirror setup. With the only clock in her room being the one on her nightstand to her left, there was no way she could see what it said.

Unable to do anything else, Sweetie’s fire left her and she looked up at the timer through teary eyes. It read: 11:10:59.

It went UP!? How!? Sweetie’s blurry eyes widened. Now she wondered what the hell was going on now that she had a moment to think… not that she could do much else.

Sweetie ran through what she knew of the programmable horn ring. It had a safety in the timer, which prevented it from exceeding twelve hours of being under lock down. It simply couldn’t go that high. It also had another safety, that if its battery ran out it would go into an emergency release mode, which would draw magic from the one wearing it to shut off the inhibitor spell and deflate the rubber ring that held it in place, but at the cost of quite a bit of pain and a touch of magic exhaustion (and honestly Sweetie would happily take that trade right now). As far as Sweetie knew, it didn’t have a randomizing timer mode, and even if it did, she has programmed the ring enough to know for certain that she put on five hours of lockdown. That was it. Why the thing was at over eleven hours and jumping around, she had no ide--

“HMmmmmmmmmmmmf!!” Her thoughts interrupted as the shock pads assaulted her again. Her horn, clit and nipples this time as she squirmed out of reflex, eyes shut and had no choice but to weather the painful stimulation. “Hmhmhmmmp! MMMmmmmph!”

Sweetie panted, limp, tired, and miserable as she recovered. “Mmmmhmhmmmph…” Giving up on trying to struggle out of her bondage, she simply resigned herself to watching the timer and accepting… the… inevitable?

“Hmph?” Sweetie blinked. It read: 06:36:10 now.

It took her several seconds to comprehend what just happened. Somehow it reset again, but…?

“Mmmph!” Sweetie’s eyes widened and she stared cross-eyed at the duct tape around her horn, securing the electrical pads at the base, and so close to the ring itself.

That’s how it happened! That’s why the timer was bugged out! It was actually working perfectly, but for some reason every time the TENS unit sent a shock through the two pads on her horn, the jolt must be messing with the timer, having it randomize between its lowest and highest setting! Sweetie strained mentally to remember what its minimum time was, but couldn’t. She just knew it could be very low.

But how low? A few minutes? Ten? Half an hour? Five seconds? I need to know!

But did it matter? What were the odds that she would get a timer setting low enough for her to get free before Button arrived? And it wasn’t just a matter of getting the ring off of her horn before he got there, she needed time to unbind herself. Probably at least an hour. It was such a long shot and she had no way of influencing the odds in her favor.

And there was another danger, as Sweetie realized and blanched.

She hadn’t considered it before because she was banking on it, but her and Button were a bit notorious for canceling. Life got in the way. Sweetie recalled being quite miffed when Button left her in the wind for a date because he was playing a new game and just forgot.

“I only started playing it today. It’s about this disgraced Neighponese samurai…”

“Mmhmhmhmmmmph…” Sweetie whimpered. The likelihood of that happening was scary high and Sweetie found herself indecisive between two terrible fates.

If Button did forget or something came up, she could be stuck here for days. Literal, horrible, actual, real-life days in this agonizing torment. At that point, she’d have to pray for one of Twilight’s friends to come check on her. They would, sooner or later, especially when she stopped showing up for deliveries for Sugarcube Corner and Heart’s Game Emporium. But how soon would they check? Would they just assume she wasn’t feeling good? They would, for a while, but…

“Mmmmmph! MMmmmmmph!” No! I don’t want to be stuck like this for days! Goddesses please, no!

Sweetie struggled weakly against that uncertainty of release. And she knew it was perilous. She needed to eat and drink, and if she was here for days…. It might not…

“NNnnnnmmmmph!” Sweetie screamed and struggled as she shoved that thought away. No! That wasn’t going to happen! Not to her! She needed to get out, she had to!

In the mirror, she could tell it was still daylight but fading fast. The markets were still open, her house in the middle of a bustling street of buyers and sellers. It was never terribly loud, either, but she could hear the sounds of others outside; the wheels of a wagon, voices talking, an occasional laugh or shout, all from her curtained window.

Sweetie ceased her struggles, none of that could help her now as she took in a deep breath, ignoring the arousal that soaked the panties tied to her face. “HHHLLLMMMMPH!!” She screamed out as loud as possible behind the thick gag, hoping someone would hear her outside now.

“HHHHLLLMMMPH! HHHLMMMPH MMMPH! MMMPHLEZ! MMPHMPHE! HHHLLLMMMPH MMMPH!!” Help! Help me! Please! Somebody! Help me!

She had to pause, panting for breath. But she sucked in another lung full and tried again.

“HHHHLLLMPH MMMPH! MMMPH! HLLLMMPH MMPH, MPHLEZ! IMMPH HRMPHM HRMF! HHLLLMPH MMMPH!” Help me! Help me, please! I’m trapped here! Help me!

At this point Sweetie would take explaining what happened to a stranger over being stuck here for days and days. With a stranger, it didn’t feel quite so embarrassing as having Button, Pinkie, her friends, or Heart finding her. So that’s exactly what she hoped even as the sun dipped further and the light shining in her room waned.

“HHHLMPH MPHH! MPHLEZ HLLMPH MPH! MPHMPHBE MPHLEZ!” Help me! Please help me! Somebody please! She begged and begged as time went by.

“HLLMphmmmmmf! Mmmmmmphmphmmmm!!” Her cries for help were cut short as the shock pads attacked. Her mouth, tits, and feet coursed with harsh electricity as she squirmed and screamed. “Mmmmmphmpmmmmmph!! HHLLMPH MPH! MPHLEEMPHLEZ!” Help me! PLEAHEASE!!

Sweetie had to stop again, panting, tired, and dizzy from lack of adequate air. She listened, hoping to hear some kind of sound that indicated someone had heard her and was coming in. Glass breaking, the door being kicked in, feet coming up the stairs. Anything, anything at all!

But there was nothing and her heart sank at the silence, only broken by the growing vibrations in her loins. By now the room was very dark. A tiny candle somewhere in the room gave a little illumination, but she couldn’t see herself in the mirrors anymore. She listened and also couldn’t hear anything from outside now. She quivered, realizing that the majority of ponies had gone home for the evening, the merchants will have closed shop with the day finished, and children would be indoors.

Many minutes went by…

No one heard her.

Sweetie broke into sobs again, now in darkness as she suffered from her self-bondage gone wrong, like one of the stories she would read and masturbate to and fantasize about. A part of her even found the idea pretty hot, having your releases fail, making the victim’s bondage permanent until someone else could release them. Then her favorite stories that worked like that had the person who found them take advantage of the situation. They would add more bondage, spank the victim as punishment for being careless, change their endless pleasure to orgasm denial and edging, or a number of other extremely kinky things.

But that wouldn’t happen here. She didn’t want to be discovered. Not like this. Not due to a fault that she could not have possibly predicted or accounted for.

Well, there was an extremely small chance that Button shared her kinks, and MAYBE that fantasy could happen… but Sweetie really did not want to take that risk. She knew nothing of Button’s kinks, aside from the usual ones that stallions had towards hot mares like her (like groping her chest earlier). The same for all her friends and Rarity’s friends. A stranger would be easier to explain to and be less embarrassing, but that carried a greater risk if she was found by the wrong person; like if a psychotic pervert found her and kidnapped her. It’d be insanely easy to do so as she couldn’t move or resist, run away or scream for help. And with nobody here and hours before Button was supposed to come, if he came at all, they would have all the time they would need. And Sweetie Belle would just disappear.

Sweetie quivered at the thought. None of the scenarios she thought of were appealing in the slightest. Perhaps the only person she would even halfway consider wanting to be found by was her older sister. Rarity had the same kinks as her. Hell, the majority of the gear that trapped her right now belonged to her sister! If anyone had the best chance of being understanding and not judging her harshly, it was Rarity. The only problem? She’s over a thousand miles away in Saddle Arabia, probably enjoying exotic food and whatever Saddle Arabians did.

Another long shot; what if Rarity were to call her communications mirror right now? It was on her nightstand and she had left it open too, which meant it would automatically answer the call with audio. Visuals had to be manually turned on, but she would hear her! Maybe if she screamed help into her gag when Rarity called, she would understand the message and come home! Sweetie knew that Rarity took the long-distance journal too, and she could message Twilight to teleport her home immediately. That was well within Princess Twilight’s power to do! But that relied on Rarity calling her, and right now the spell mirror stayed dormant…

What if she could fall asleep? She had no idea what time it really was and Sweetie had no clue when Princess Luna began her dream guarding rounds. But if Sweetie could somehow draw her attention with a horrible dream, then maybe she could ask Luna for help! But how would she fall asleep given how uncomfortable she was? She would need to pass out from overstimulation, and would she even dream if that happened?

“Mmmmmph…” Sweetie groaned, her orgasm beginning to grow from the ever increasing vibrations. She knew she was reaching for straws, hoping against hope. No, the reality is that Button would most likely find her and she would be forced to roll those dice. If not him, then she would have to endure this torment for days before someone else found her. She just hoped it wasn’t too late.

“Mmmhmhmmmph…” For once, Sweetie cursed her diligence in making sure the horn ring had a fresh charge. She knew it could last for a loooong time, a feature that Rarity probably thought was amazing when she bought it, just to ensure it could be used whenever. Even if she forgot to charge it. Well it fully bit Sweetie in the flank right now.

“Mmmmph! Mmmmhmhmmmph!” Damn it, here it comes… Sweetie moaned and squirmed as her orgasm approached, the loud vibrators had been thrumming away some time now. It was definitely requiring more work on their part to get her closer. “Hmmmmmmmph! MMmmmphmhmhmmmmph!” Sweetie rocked her bound hips, wincing and moaning as the motion pressed her cum-filled womb against the bed and swished the enema water around in her rear.

“Hmmmmmhmhmhmmmmph!!” The vibrators cut off once again before poor Sweetie could crest the edge and she wailed that frustration into the thick gag.

What was that, the sixth or seventh time? Sweetie couldn’t recall as the next load of cum spurted into her womb, stretching her more and wrenching another groan from the bound mare. She had to admit it felt kinda good despite the misery. Likewise it felt impressive that she could hold so much cum. Even more so that the dildo still kept it contained and pressurized in her womb. How much was there again? Two pints worth in the dispenser? Sweetie wondered if she could hold it all, since she had more than enough time to find out now.

Catching her breath, Sweetie just laid there, panting and gently squirming. It was all she could really do now. The room, despite the candle in the corner, was so dark she could only barely see her reflection, like the fragments of a shadow. The only thing she could see with any clarity was the readout of the horn ring.

It now read: 05:47:30 now. Sweetie guessed she had been calling for help for a good while as a real forty five minutes had passed with all her shocks and blocked orgasms before giving up. In that time, she noted, none of them zapped her horn. She supposed it made sense, she had many pads on and in her body, and the setting she chose was every three to five minutes she would get a shock on any three sets of pads. The last being on her nipples, breasts and mouth.

“Hmmmmmph, mhmhmhmmmph…” Sweetie whined, watching it tick down.

This went on for hours. Sweetie watched it go, enduring painful shocks and cruelly denied orgasms that forced her to scream, moan, and struggle in unforgiving bondage. All the while the discomfort in her abdomen grew; all the ice had to have melted by now and was no longer cold. She wondered if the cum pump had run out of “ammo”. She could feel her distended belly slightly lifting her off the bed, tightening her chastity belt around her waist and groin, which forced an additional element of discomfort on her. It was a certainty even if she couldn’t visually confirm it. The idea made her quiver; two gallons of water in her ass, and two pints of cum stuffed into her womb. One small blessing, however; the hot sauce lost almost all of its potency which gave her a little bit of reprieve as the fire burned itself out.

Sweetie did learn something as she watched the timer flicker, reset, and randomize whenever her horn got shocked. It was only the horn pads that did so. Her mouth and ears could receive even more powerful shocks and not influence the timer. But even weak shocks were enough to trigger a reboot and randomization, so long as they were on her horn.

08:30:29

03:40:10

11:15:19

02:19:50

It was truly random, Sweetie observed and kept close attention when she was allowed to have her mind back after a painful shock or a denied orgasm. But it was an extremely cruel tease. Every somewhat low time gave her a small glimmer of hope that it would mean a quicker end to her torment -- she had long given up on freedom before her coltfriend arrived -- only for it to be dashed with a reset and a much longer timer. The lowest she had seen was an hour and ten minutes. And that was a long time ago.

Or at least she assumed it was. What time was it really? How long has she been bound here, suffering? Sweetie truly had no idea. The darkness of the room was stagnant. She had tried a few more times to crane her neck to see the clock on her nightstand, but always had to stop as the strain on her head and neck became too much. Was it ten yet? Eleven? Three AM? All she knew was that it wasn’t dawn and she hadn’t fallen asleep or anything. One guess was as good as any. She also kept twitching her ears around, trying to see if she could hear Button coming in downstairs or not. He should be easy to hear since the only sounds made were from her own moaning and the vibrators when they reached maximum power.

“Mmmmmmph…” Sweetie mewled, squirming tiredly in her bondage. Her strength was basically exhausted at this point. As time dragged on, hunger and thirst reared its aggravating head, ironic considering the size of her abdomen. Every inch of her ached from her bondage and she just wanted out.

“Mmmmmmmhmmmmph…” She didn’t care what Button thought of her kinky habit any more. She just wanted out.

“Mmmmmph! Mmmhmmf…” She didn’t care if everyone in town knew of her fetishes. She just wanted out.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmph…!” All her desire focused on release. Even the constant orgasm denial, powerful as it was, was only just secondary to freedom.

When I get out of here and deal with whatever the fallout is, I’m going to make myself cum so damned hard. Until I pass out.

That promise kept her going a little bit longer.

“Hmmmmmghpmhpmmmmph!” Another electric shock. Her horn buzzed, along with her labial pads and ass cheeks. For near a minute this went on, making her squirm and squeal before it eventually ended.

Well, let’s see what it says now…

Sweetie sighed into her gag and looked up, expecting to see a hugely long timer this go around.

It read: 00:09:10

“Hmmmph!” Oh my Goddesses! N-nine minutes!? Sweetie stared in disbelief. That was the lowest time she had seen yet. It was feasible! It was possible! She could have her freedom back in only nine minutes!

But… “Mmmmmph…” Sweetie reigned herself in. Just as easily as it came, she knew it could be ripped away. It had happened before.

She thought about it logically and worked through what needed to happen. The timer needed to be uninterrupted, that meant no shocks to her horn for the next nine minutes. The TENS unit would assault her with shocks every three to five minutes. Sweetie counted the grouping of pads in her head for a total of thirty pads in eleven groupings. And every three to five minutes, three of those groups would become active with random intensity of electicity. But as she found out through obervation, the intensity really didn’t matter. Just one shock to her horn…

Which would rip away her freedom again.

Sweetie winced and trembled fearfully in her bonds as the timer ticked away. “Mmmmph… mhmhmmmph… mphlez… mphlez…” Sweetie quietly but sincerely begged, her eyes welling with desperate tears in the darkness. Her already hammering heart pulsed harder.

00:06:15

Sweetie panted noisily into her gag, eyes not once leaving the readout in the mirror as she approached the first figurative ‘checkpoint’. Hope and despair warred within as she didn’t want to have her hopes dashed, but she desperately wanted her freedom and so far this was the closest it had ever been.

00:06:08

“Hmmmmph! Mmmmph!” Sweetie mewled helplessly. She didn’t know when it would happen exactly, but at any second it would. She quivered anxiously, teary eyes peeled for the ticking numbers.

00:06:01

00:06:00

“Hmmmmmmmffmmmph!!” Sweetie squealed as it came, her heart jumped as she struggled in her bondage. But she also whined in relief as the electrical assault came to her groin, clit, and her feet. “Hmhmhmmmmp! Mmmmph!” She didn’t even care that the shocks lasted for a full minute, all she cared about was that the timer kept going.

She had to assume the shock timer didn’t reset until it was done with her. The readout was at: 00:04:58 So, minimum she had three minutes before the next shock could come.

“Hmhmhmmmph!” Sweetie moaned out desperately. One more! One more! Only one more! “Mph mphor! Mmph mphor! Mphlez, mphss mph mphor!”

In the meantime she had another denied orgasm and the vibrators reset again, but even though she squirmed and shrieked into her gag, she kept all of her focus on that timer.

“Mhmhmmmph!”

00:02:05

“Mmmmmph!” It’s coming. Sweetie mewled, went still, and held her breath. This was the moment of truth. If she could get lucky right here, right now, there wouldn’t be another shock before the timer hit zero. Everything rode on this moment and the coming minute or so.

00:02:02

“Mmmph...!” Sweetie watched intently. Only a few more seconds, then the period of safety would be over. At that point the shock would come at any moment, and if the TENS unit randomly selected her horn…

00:01:59

As that safety window passed by, a horrible fantasy invaded Sweetie’s mind. What if the random shock timer went off at the last possible second? When there was only a single second left on the horn ring’s timer? What if it reset to several hours, dashing her closest means of escape?

It could happen.

The way the dominoes lay, the shock timer’s maximum of five minutes between shocks fell right before the ring’s timer could expire, by a slim margin.

“Hmmmmmmph! Mmmhmhmmph!” The idea terrified Sweetie as she wailed into her gag and tried to shake her head, begging the powers that be for that to not happen.

“MMmhmhmmph! Mphlez mphnt! Mmphlez mphnt, mphoo!!”

00:01:57

“Hmmmmmmph!” Sweetie whimpered and held herself still, trembling in absolute fear that the cruel fantasy would become true. Despite wishing it couldn’t happen, it very well could, and every second that passed by was simultaneously another step towards freedom that could be ripped away permanently.

00:01:50

Please! Please! I beg of you!

00:01:32

Nohohohooo! Please! Please!

00:01:02

“Hmmmmph!” Please don’t do this to me!

00:00:51

Oh my Goddesses! Oh my Goddesses!! Sweetie’s eyes widened in horror as with each passing second of no shocks seemed to make her awful prediction closer to reality.

00:00:33

“Mmmmmmph! Hmmmmph! Mmmmph!!” Sweetie squirmed and struggled, panicking more and more.

00:00:21

“Nnnnhmhmmmph! Nmmphhh!!” Sweetie wailed into her gag as fresh tears fell and frantically searched for some way to stop the inevitable. Her hands desperately brushed their fingers against her gag, her ankles and heeled feet wiggled uselessly while trapped arms and legs strained against the belts and armbinder. She strained her head against the posture collar. She struggled and writhed and bucked until it hurt and she ran out of energy. An effort that couldn’t last longer than a few seconds.

00:00:12

No! No! Please don’t do this to me! I can’t take it! I can’t! I need out, please!

00:00:08

But there was nothing Sweetie Belle could do but watch.

00:00:05

“Hmmmmmmmph!!” And the shock came and she wailed. The electric pain surged through her head and Sweetie thrashed. “NNNNNNNNMMMMMMMPHHH!!!” The shock ended as quickly as it came, but Sweetie screamed in despair as she felt the electric pain in her head and mouth and tits.

Noooooooo! I was SO close! It was SO DAMN CLOSE!

Sweetie sobbed, limp in her bondage, crying and beaten and miserable. She didn’t even notice the latest orgasm denial rip through her loins. She hated herself for putting herself in this situation. It was her own fault and now she was paying the price.

I’m stuck here. I’m stuck and NEVER getting out!

After a few moments, Sweetie opened her tear-blurred eyes to see what the timer was now.

00:00:00

It took several seconds, but it eventually dawned on her ravaged mind. “Mmmmmph!!!” She couldn’t believe it! It wasn’t reset? How? Sweetie recalled feeling electricity surge through her skull but…

My ears! It shocked my ears! Not my horn! Goddesses, it didn’t shock my horn!!

“Mmmhmhmmmph!” Sweetie gave a happy squeal and squirm for the first time that evening, ever since the discovery of the horn ring’s glitch. She lit her horn, the magic returned to her. It was the greatest sensation in the world. She immediately summoned an ethereal hand, which grasped the ring and ripped it from her horn, then tossed the accursed thing away into the dark room with manic, muffled giggles. Wherever it landed, she didn’t care right then.

“Hmmmmmf!!” Only a second or two later the shock pads sent electricity through her horn, tits and nipples, and that brought home how close she came to tossing her boon away while celebrating. But regardless, she had won in the end.

Free! Free! Oh, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! Sweetie dance-wiggled in her bondage, happy as she could be, ignoring the discomfort such an act caused her because she had her freedom back.

Okay, okay. Enough of that! Sweetie regathered herself and summoned a small but bright ball of illumination, then reached out to the lamp proper and turned it on.

She took in her state with a small gasp as her eyes wandered to two things. First, her abdomen was significantly bloated, pressed under her torso with a bulge of enema water and cum that made her look a good few months pregnant with a small but noticeable false baby bulge. A glance at the two containers confirmed that both were totally empty, all of their contents now stretched and filled every nook and cranny of her insides. Second, the bulge of her belly caused the chastity belt to tighten over her so much that the crotch strap sank into her groin and ass cheeks, taking on their more original appearance of covering her entirely, and forcing the dildoes in even deeper. Which also kept all of the water and cum inside, as she found no cum under her hips or significant amount of water, just her arousal from the severe teasing in her marehood.

Moaning at this fact, Sweetie first turned off everything. When all the devices went quiet she moaned with relief. But she didn’t dare deflate the chastity belt yet. If she did, oh man it would make quite the mess. Nah, she needed to do this carefully and right despite how eager Sweetie was to unbind herself.

She started with undoing the rope that bound her braided mane to her tail, then the armbinder’s two padlocks just under her armpits after snatching up the key. The straps crossing her breasts undone, she let the rope tied to the headboard pull the binder off.

“Mmmmmph!” Sweetie winced as this lurched her torso forward, making her press uncomfortably against her belly. “MMmmmmmhmhmmph!” She mewled and quickly undid her wrists, and for the first time in many hours, propped herself up on her palms to ease that pressure. Her arms complained, but their pain was far more tolerable than laying on her stomach right now!

Sweetie paused for a moment, then started removing the shocking pads taped to her body, but she especially enjoyed removing the pair secured to her horn. Following that, she unlocked and released her breasts from the cruel grip of the handcuffs, letting them all fall to the bed around her.

That left her nipple clamps.

Sweetie winced as she knew this was going to hurt and mentally braced as best she could. She unclasped her left nipple…

“HMMMMMMPH!!!” And screamed as agonizing pain shot through her and the blood rushed back in. She whimpered at the aching throb, then removed the right clamp.

“HMHMHMMMPH!!!” It burned with the same intensity as Sweetie wailed into her gag, massaging her breasts and bearing the weight on her inflated belly for now to soothe them.

Ugh, that smarts. Sweetie mewled and propped herself up again, easing her pregnant looking belly. A thought occurred to her then, one she didn’t think would…

If Button and I were to stay together and get married, would he want foals? Sweetie wasn’t sure if he did or not. And neither did she know if she did either, as she gazed at the belly bulge in the mirror, stretching her abdomen and the Prench Maid uniform she still wore. It was now that she saw the loose strings at her back and realized her gradual inflation had undone the corset’s strings. After a brief inspection, thankfully none of them actually broke.

Sweetie unbound her legs next, and whimpered after releasing her lower legs first. The pins and needles effect settled in hardcore, then again when she released her thighs from the bar. That prompted Sweetie to lay on her side and curl up, resting as she let the blood flow return to normal.

“Mmmph, hmph, mmmph….” Sweetie stayed like that, head resting on the pillow she suffocated herself with earlier as the collar proved a little painful to support her neck from the side like that.

She stayed like that for a little bit, allowing herself a break until the rest of her bondage reminded her to get moving. She did want one more thing though, before she fully disposed of her scenario.

As impossible as the thought sounded, Sweetie placed herself back on her abdomen and lined her groin up with the still tied down spreader bar. She mewled, her stuffed belly swishing with her movement and compressed against the bed. She summoned the ethereal hands again and put herself in the same split she had been locked in for so long. She cinched the three belts on each thigh, compressed her calves against her thighs, and tightened everything as thoroughly as they once were, leaving her in a frog tied split yet again.

“Mmmmmmmmph,” Sweetie moaned as she rubbed along her rear with one hand, the other caressing her large belly. A fleeting fantasy even made her consider retying everything and trying her luck with the randomization again.

Sweetie gave a muffled giggle and tried to shake her head, the posture collar still on. No, not gonna do that again, but who knows, maybe I can turn that randomization technique into something good. But regardless…

Sweetie picked up the two control boxes for the dildoes and turned their vibrations on high. No denial setting, no other special happenings. Just the vibrators tearing away at her.

I earned this, I think. Sweetie moaned out as the dildoes thundered in her ass and sex. She squirmed her legs in bondage as her nethers sang with glee.

“Mmmmmmph! Mmmhmhmmmph!” It certainly didn’t take long as Sweetie tightly gripped the mattress with her hands. Her long-denied orgasm barreled towards her like a train. And this time… nothing would stop it!

For a moment, Sweetie imagined ‘Mistress Rarity’ railing her with a strap on, but scrapped that idea in favor of having Button Mash pounding away instead. And she found the latter much more to her liking.

“MMmmmph! Hmmmmph! MMMMMMPH!!!” The fire stoked, the furnace blared, fuse lit. Sweetie squirmed and tried to hold herself back as the edge crested, but it was like a toothpick trying to stop a bullet.

“HMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!” Pleasure erupted throughout Sweetie’s core as hours and hours of frustration released right then and there. Her whole body shook, blush fierce, still mostly covered by the gag, and in the mirror she watched the pressurized squirting as it splattered her thighs and legs, the bed, and even the mirror behind her. She went limp, lost in post-orgasmic bliss.

Oh yeah, th-that w-was amazing… ooohohooo yes…

Hands down it was the best orgasm she had in self-bondage to date as Sweetie shut off the vibrators and unbound her legs again. Tired, but with enough energy to move, Sweetie sat on theedge of the bed, caressing her stomach bulge affectionately.

Sweetie took the key and unlocked the posture collar around her neck. Then, off came the muzzle gag. Slowly she unwound the elastic medical bandage, wincing as it caught some of her hair. She mewled, knowing that the duct tape as she pulled it off wind after wind, would yank some of her hair as well. Regardless, it had to be done as the last silvery strip peeled off.

Sweetie winced as her entire lower face, now mostly unhidden, was an angry lobster red everywhere the tape had adhered and compressed to. But again it was to be expected as she attached the pump to the phallus panel gag and let the air woosh from the device. Once unlocked and deflated, it came out too, followed by the ring gag and lastly she spat out the sponges.

“Ugh,” Sweetie worked her sore, tired jaw. “That--” Sweetie’s eyes widened at the soreness in her voice. “Oh my…” Her hand massaged her neck, equally red from the collar. Seemed the hot sauce did a number on her. Or maybe it was all the screaming she did. She coughed once and winced as it hurt a fair bit and a lingering heat singed her throat. Probably both.

Well, I don’t NEED my voice right now, but I know how to fix it. So it will be okay. Sweetie smiled a little and nodded. Thanks to Rarity, she knew some helpful techniques to handle a sore throat.

Sweetie stood, careful of her balance with her center of gravity slightly shifted, and sighed. She looked at the clock and blinked in surprise. It was only 08:55 pm. That sank in and Sweetie grinned brightly, like she had just won the lottery.

“Yes!” Sweetie exclaimed in her mauled tone.

She could still make it! Button was not due yet and she had most of her gear off now! She had time to relieve herself and bathe and relax! It wasn’t the three and a half hours she originally planned to have, but she was definitely not complaining! Given the alternative, anyway…

Sweetie wanted to cry in joy. She was free, feeling better, her secret was safe, she wasn’t dead, and she could still have her movie night date with Button!! She nearly jumped with joy and gave a happy squee as things once seemed so hopeless and bleak, but ended up turning completely to her favor! She had lost nothing!

But she did learn her lesson, though. She needed to be more careful with her self-bondage play. She needed a backup release, as the horn ring had spoiled her into not having one anymore. But she knew what would be better than another mechanism that might still fail…

A partner.

Sweetie sighed and bit her lip as she removed her heels and made for the bathroom to clean up. She situated herself over the toilet and then steadied herself as she deflated the dildoes. A rush of liquid poured forth and she blushed, trying not to think about it as relief gradually washed over her. Instead she thought about a future partner for her games.

Button was the obvious choice. He was her coltfriend. They were intimately involved. He loved her and she loved him dearly in return. They had fun together playing games, hanging out, doing stuff. And even though she still felt guilty going behind Cream Heart and Rarity’s back, they already banged each other. A couple times, as she recalled. And with lots of making out in secluded places in between. There were also times where Sweetie would let Button just grope and fondle her for fun, and he let her do the same sometimes.

And just a little while ago, Sweetie was not opposed to the idea of having foals with him. Under no circumstances was the young mare ready to be a parent yet, but when she thought about having sex with Button, with her anti-pregnancy spell extinguished and getting pregnant…

It wasn’t the worst idea ever, she realized. Hmm…

“So…” Sweetie stayed on the toilet, letting herself drain as she stayed in her thought line. “So if you’re willing to do that… then it almost feels like I skipped a step. Like, we should be talking about doing kinky stuff right now. Shouldn’t we?” Sweetie leaned forward, elbows in her legs and one latex hand that propped her chin up.

“Huh,” Sweetie hummed and tilted her head. “Maybe… maybe the only thing holding me back is me.”

Sweetie eventually finished her business. Her abdomen had shrunk back down considerably, almost back to normal. Satisfied with that, Sweetie nodded and turned the shower on. She let the thoughts and question hang as she finished undressing, once more nude.

Sweetie’s eyes watered and she plugged her own nose at her body odor from hours of bondage. And like her face, her whole body was like an angry red lobster, with deeper rings on her legs and at the base of her breasts.

“Alright…” Sweetie’s raspy voice said as she stared flatly at herself in the bathroom mirror. “This is gonna take some serious scrubbing….” Then she laughed as her raspy voice was extra silly when holding her nose like that.

For the next forty minutes, Sweetie bathed and cleaned herself up as thoroughly as she could. Using her finest soaps, conditioners, and shampoos to make sure she was quite clean and presentable for her Button Mash. And to rid herself of all the evidence of the evening’s escapades, which included more internal hygiene as well.

Sweetie smiled at herself, the angry red gone from her as she used a fair amount of the cream on her skin and coat to turn it pearly white again as she brushed her newly luxurious mane and tail, clad in a fluffy pink bathrobe.

Knock, knock.

Sweetie smiled happily and her eyes lit up when the sound came from her bedroom door. “Hey Button!” she called.

“Hi Sweets! I’m here.” Then after an awkward pause from the other side of the door. “Obviously…”

Sweetie giggled. “Okay. I just got out of the shower. I’ll be down in a little bit!”

“I can’t come in?”

Sweetie blinked and her ears folded as she surveyed the bathroom around her, as well as the room beyond. Literally all of her mess remained; from the catsuit, latex clothing, maid outfit and chastity belt discarded on the bathroom floor, to the many bondage implements strewn across the bed and even still tied down to it or hanging above. Not even the used tape and bandages were thrown away as she simply didn’t have time.

But this was no problem. “No, silly! I’m not decent!” she called back with another white lie. She was perfectly decent and didn’t really mind being seen by her coltfriend in a bathrobe or her birthday suit so long as she was clean. it was her room that wasn’t presentable. And after her bondage mishap, she wasn’t ready to have him know about her fetish secret just yet.

Sweetie giggled as a thought occurred to her; I’ll tell you when you’re older. One made especially ironic as Button was actually a year older than her.

“Okay,” Button called back, his voice showed no disappointment or anything like that. Sweetie suspected it was just an innocent request to come in and not an attempt to get a peek at her. Button was far from a pervert but he could sometimes be slightly dense. “I’ll make some of that popcorn you like!”

“Ooooh that sounds awesome! Thanks!” Sweetie finished with the curls in her mane and tail as she left the bathroom to finish getting ready.

She heard Button leave as she shed the robe and dressed herself in a comfortable pair of rose red panties and bra, then tugged on a pair of equally comfy leg-length socks, also red. She did also add a red garter belt to help hold them up as they were a slightly older pair and didn’t quite have the elastic strength to stay up on their own, but Sweetie loved her red socks and couldn’t bear to part with them yet. She then put on her favorite pair of pink pajama tops, but eschewed the bottoms. The top was a bigger one and came down to mid thigh on her.

Lastly Sweetie gave just a touch of makeup to her eyes, but nothing else. She suspected she would be going to bed soon, and she honestly didn’t need a lot of makeup to be pretty. A fact she greatly appreciated (makeup was expensive!).

Satisfied that she was ready, Sweetie made her way downstairs where the savory scent of popcorn wafted straight up her nose. In response her stomach gave an absolutely ferocious growl, reminding the unicorn mare that she hadn’t eaten anything except for a meager bowl of cereal earlier that day. The realization made her wince and Sweetie wondered how she was even able to stand let alone have any energy to do anything.

And as if on cue and to prove that point, a powerful yawn clawed its way out in the hallway and she leaned on the wall as all the strain of her day caught up to Sweetie all at once. She thought about cancelling and going to bed…

No… I can’t do that. Button went through all the trouble to do this with me, and he shouldn’t have to pay the price because I made a mistake.

That thought in mind, Sweetie found some new energy and trudged on, determined to spend time with her coltfriend.

Descending down the steps, Sweetie found Button in the living room, his back to her as he fretted over a stack of DVDs. Probably the same stack he had last night when he nearly found her bound and gagged in the pantry. She blushed and bit her lip as she slowly approached.

“Hey~!” Sweetie called and then ran for her coltfriend. When he turned, she jumped and glomp hugged him, hands around his shoulders and neck as her socked legs clamped around his middle.

Button yelped in surprise and dropped the DVDs to catch her, hands hastily moving to do so as she giggled like a mad mare.

She smiled and hugged close, held in the air and enjoyed every second -- even the hands on her ass cheeks, though she kind of forced him to do that with her antics.

“Hi, Button,” Sweetie cooed and nuzzled his neck, then pulled back so she could smile at him.

Button smiled in turn. “H-hey yourself,” he had to catch his breath. “Scared the hell out of me. Also, wow, you’re happy today, huh?”

She giggled and gave an innocent shrug, as if she didn’t know what he meant. She then leaned a little closer, her cheeks rosy and paused, her emerald eyes searched his darker eyes. As if by telepathy, he seemed to understand as Button leaned forward the short distance and locked lips with her.

Sweetie’s eyes slid closed and she gave a soft ‘mmm’ in the gentle kiss, hugging close to her coltfriend as the intimacy made her heart soar and her stomach rage with butterflies, hunger temporarily forgotten. At that moment she was oh-so happy for her fortune earlier that day. She made it last before they gently parted lips, though she smiled and kept her forehead gently pressed against his.

After a few moments, she giggled softly. “You know, that popcorn smells really good…”

As if remembering suddenly, Button nodded. “Right.” Then he gently helped her stand once she relaxed her legs, where he went to the kitchen to prepare it.

Sweetie sat on the couch and drew her legs under her, relaxing as she waited. “So what are we watching?” Sweetie asked, trying to ignore her stomach and to be patient.

“Well,” Button said from the kitchen. “It’s about an alien lifeform taking over a colony in space. The main character goes to investigate with a bunch of soldiers, and they bite off more than they could chew.” Button paused for a moment and she saw his ears fold. “Sorry, I, uh… I saw it last night. So I already know what happens, but trust me when I say it’s really good!”

Sweetie chuckled. “Then that’s fine, I’ll take your word for it.” She sniffed the popcorn when he offered the bowl -- extra butter and cheddar salt. “Ooooooh that smells delicious.” Which was an understatement.

Button sat down and Sweetie adjusted to snuggled into his side, resting her head on his shoulder and enjoying the arm that went around her back and came to a rest on her hip. Together they watched, sharing the popcorn as the movie played. Over time her hunger was satisfied after another bowl, and she struggled to keep her eyes open as the heroes tried to fight their way out of the alien nest. Button was right, the movie was pretty good and she remembers hearing some of it while she hid in the pantry. The honesty made her smile, as it was something he could have just lied about to further validate the movie date.

And yet, I lie to him all the time… Sweetie realized and it put a damper on her mood. But at the same time, was this really comparable? Lying about a movie was one thing, keeping a big secret like a bondage fetish was another. But was that true, or was Sweetie only trying to justify herself?

It felt more like the latter in her heart, while her heat said no it wasn’t. The question was, which one was right?

But Sweetie couldn’t ponder it any more as her tired body and brain won out over her willpower to stay awake. Her eyelids felt leaden, her body lost control and she drifted off to sleep…

… and woke up with a small start sometime later. Sweetie blinked awake, it was daylight in her home as she lifted her head off the soft pillow. She also found a blanket over her body and that she must have slept on the couch. It seemed Button put her to sleep and left sometime later. She checked the clock and it said it was eight in the morning.

As Sweetie woke up, she gasped when she looked at the coffee table. A new vase of red roses sat with a velvet lined box of chocolate and an envelope. Shocked by the sight, a hand to her chest and jaw slackened, she picked up the note and read:

Hey Sweets, you seemed really tired and I did not have the heart to wake you up. But I got you these. Yesterday was our two year. Happy Anniversary! I love you~<3

Sweetie read and re-read the short but sweet note, her eyes welled with tears and she smiled happily as she looked over the gifts again and cherished the sweetness of her coltfriend, which made her feel like the most special girl in the world.

“Oh thank you, Button!” She hugged the note to her chest and sniffled happily. She felt a little bad that she forgot, but she planned to make it up to him as soon as she could! She already had a small idea; a personal cake from Sugarcube Corner, and she knew what he liked too.

Sweetie sighed softly and laid back on the couch with a stupidly happy grin, once again thankful for the way yesterday went. And she had a good feeling about today, too.

Author's Note

Hello everyone!

I want to say thank you to everyone who enjoyed A New Kind Of Game...! And a small apology for the length of time that it took to get this story out here. I very much suck at updating. I also always intended to have this sequence of "chapters" be stories that are posted on their own, rather than under a single story.

The truth is that this story, in its entirety, has existed for... well, a long time. It's been a mental struggle of whether to post it or not, as it is significantly kinkier than the prequel. And I had several hang-ups about posting it. Thinking it was too much, or too out there, or this, or that. I considered making a rewrite that would be like 60% different, but knew I wouldn't have that kind of time on an older project.

Eventually I got tired of my own nonsense, and because I browsed some other stories and found... mine is not as crazy as some other peoples' stories (not bashing anyone on here, I just realized how silly I was being) as there are some FAR MORE 'out there' stories than mine. I still have a few hang ups, like the length, my 'tendency' for lengthy descriptions which I tried to trim down somewhat, etc, but I thought it'd be more productive to let the readers decide.

So I hope you all enjoy. Thank you again!