Peering down at the contents of his liberty blue saddlebag, Wing took a deep breath. He craned his neck and stretched, trying to relieve the tension that had built between his shoulders, before he flipped the top flap of the canvas closed and slung the pack onto his back. The pegasus had sounded quite sure of himself when he told Midnight that he would make her the most precious mare in the place – and that she would never forget what he had in store for her.

With the rendezvous time nearing, however, that resolve felt a touch arrogant. The stallion ran a hoof over his last piece of unplaced gear while his stare wandered to the prep room’s nearest mirror. “Deeds, not words,” he spoke softly to himself, grasping the item before holding it up to catch the bright light pouring from the ceiling.

The white mask gleamed atop the elevated limb. At the edge of the fabric, a thin blue border faded-in above the right eye slit and ran all the way around to below the left eye. Swooping from the fabric just above the bridge of the muzzle down toward the right cheek, a fiery feather pattern had been carefully stitched onto the material. The reflected glint caught Wing’s attention, and a smile slowly stretched across his face.

He donned the mask and chuckled at how well the snug apparel clung to the contours of his head. Wing immediately dragged his lifted hoof through his combed mane and hurled a determined stare at the mirror. “That’s much better. A promise is a promise, after all, and you always deliver on what you say. Isn’t that right?”

Following a confident, self-assuring nod, Wing strode out of the prep room and set a beeline through Clocktower’s grand hall. Beneath the palace’s high vaulted ceilings, a large gathering of creatures manoeuvred past the marble colonnades as they pursued their various endeavours. The scientist had not anticipated such a crowd, and he was forced to sidestep and glide his way down and over the crimson-carpeted stairs and floors.

A thoughtful hum rumbled in his throat as he scooted around a griffon pair. Midnight’s stature would almost certainly make the mare stand out, and Wing was sure that he would find her with some thorough scouting. Still, this was a rare chance to put some Clocktower tech to good use, and denying such an opportunity would be a shame.

Eagle Vision, on… he consciously spoke in his mind, activating his mask’s enchanted functionality. A faint purplish glow hovered in front of the eye slits, and Wing’s perception of the hall instantly changed. Code names and collar labels appeared like cyan holograms projected onto a 3D HUD. While that information concisely consolidated all of the intricacies of collar construction, the format wasn’t what he was after. Mode shift, compatibility.

The characters vanished like fleeting wisps of snow. Instead, Wing observed various outlines of red and gold around the submissives he passed. Algorithm shift, CTRL HQ. COLLAR Database, Devotion’s Inferno Release. Authorization, W-1028. Preference Model, W-1028. Execute. The ocular spell seemed to glitch out for a second before the lenses returned with a bluer hue. With this program, the red outlines disappeared completely, and the gold ones looked far more subdued – except for one.

A vibrant beacon drew Wing’s attention toward the large main doors. Just off to the side, a field of gold compelled the pegasus to take to the air and fly to the spot. As he landed, he deactivated the Eagle Vision cast and grinned as Midnight came into crisp focus once the blinding indicator turned off.

He peered at the white collar wrapped around the batpony’s neck and the matching cuffs that snuggly sat above each of her hooves. Wing stepped closer, his eyes still tracing the heart-themed metal accents that adorned the padded leather bands. He smirked at the sight of Midnight wearing the submissive apparel, and his tail flicked once he caught the subtle shades of red on her grey cheeks. “M-0117, your master has arrived to initiate your special Clocktower practice session. Are you prepared?”

Midnight flinched at the sudden use of her Clocktower designation. She shuffled laterally for a few seconds and briefly rubbed the cuffs on her forehooves together until she composed herself enough to set her icy-blue stare on the stallion. “M-0117? Seriously, you are a ner—”

A serene amber glow kissed Wing’s irises as he stepped toward the mare. He walked as though he were floating, and even Midnight – with her elite sensory prowess – could not pick up a sound as he approached. Wing watched as her ears swiveled and as she rapidly scanned the edges of his mask for any sign of a breaking façade. He refused to give her an opening. Instead, Wing reached up, grasped her collar, and pulled her head down. “I expect my question to be answered.”

Where there had been hints of red, Midnight now fully succumbed to a fiery heat that quickly covered every inch of her face. Her wings quivered. A shiver rolled up her spine, and her eyes widened when she felt the stallion’s primaries brush the underside of her muzzle. Her heart pounded after she returned her jostled gaze to Wing’s steeled, dominant expression. “S-Sorry, Master. Your sub is ready for her session.”

“That’s more like it,” Wing replied while rummaging through his saddlebag. He retrieved a leash that matched the white of Midnight’s collar, clipped the lead to the attachment point, and wrapped the free end around his right cannon. “We have a short trot to our room, but there is nothing like starting practice out in the open. Let’s see the quality of your base position.”

Taking several preparatory breaths, Middy lowered her head until it was level with her body. She pitched her muzzle downward, setting an angle that centered her sightline on her master’s hooves. Her own legs pressed inward, slightly reducing the bat’s stature, before she swung her tail to the side to reveal her marehood.

Mischief blossomed on Wing’s countenance. He slid in the opposite direction of Midnight’s tail and inspected his pet’s alignment right then and there. Even as other ponies and creatures passed through the entrance, the pegasus paid them no mind. Their giggles, smiles, and gestures of support washed away like white noise on a shore. “Do you remember that one time we met up after camp was over – when you insinuated that I was pretending to be your master?”

She shuddered, already knowing where he was going, and he brushed her flank with his namesake. Heated pants poured from her mouth in the moments that followed. His commanding stare sliced through the silence, subtly alluding to the most recent lesson. Midnight responded with a nod.

Immediately stoking the embers, Wing firmly tugged the leash and pressed his lips to her splayed ear. “I’m not pretending anymore,” he whispered in a gritty timbre that triggered a trembling cascade of twitches. The wave flowed along Middy’s back, sent her wings into a frenzy, and concluded with her winking, damp marehood wetting her inner thigh.

“That’s my good girl,” Wing continued, stepping in front of the batpony before he guided her forward. “Let everybody see that you’re mine, M-0117.”

Pressing a fang into her lower lip, Midnight maintained her posture as Wing gently led her back toward the large steps of the grand hall. Though she kept her eyes trained forward, she could feel the stares of others lock onto her yielding figure and displayed vulnerability. Her ears habitually jerked, and she kept her strides light – as if she were subconsciously avoiding additional attention.

Instead of ascending to the higher levels in the tower, Wing took the channel that parted the risers and remained on the ground floor. Once they passed through the gap, the duo veered left into a corridor that appeared far more modest in terms of its decorations and scale. Humming, Wing pointed at an orange elevator door that shattered the typical rhythm of banners and marble. “One day, I’ll take you down there. It’ll be something to anticipate – should my batpony continue to behave.”

Midnight briefly glanced at the bland stainless steel doors, but her focus rapidly returned to her master and the strap dangling between them. During the next few minutes, she held her tongue and watched Wing interact with several other members. Most of those exchanges had been limited to curt nods. Though, he did grin and tilt his head in Midnight’s direction when a shockingly excited, pompadour-wearing white unicorn mare passed by with a leashed blue pegasus in tow.

The acknowledgement rekindled Midnight’s blush, and she anxiously rubbed her hoof cuffs together in the aftermath of being casually shown off to another couple. Those ponderings were pushed to the back burner when Wing slowed to a stop in front of a private dungeon. The locked latch popped open at the behest of his enchanted mask, and with a kick of his leg, he revealed his selection to the adorable sub.

Compared to other Clocktower spaces, the room radiated a warmer vibe. The walls appeared bright. One side even had a whiteboard, and a large mirror had been mounted on casters such that it could be rolled around the perimeter of the chamber. The limitation in that movement came from the padded blue mats that covered most of the laminate.

Wing coaxed Midnight inside, locked the door behind the duo, and led the batpony onto the mats. The padded surfaces weren’t all that thick, but they added just enough cushioning to make the spot perfect for what he had planned. Unclipping the leash from the collar, the pegasus planted a kiss on Midnight’s forehead. “Such a spectacular form! And even maintained while others were gawking at your indisputable cuteness. You’ve earned my permission to stand and speak freely – for now.”

Lifting her head and straightening her legs, Middy looked around the room while Wing dumped his saddlebag on the mat and opened it up. “I’m not cute,” she protested. “Cute sounds more like a certain somepony renting a dungeon on the ground floor of the main building.”

“Is that what you think?” Wing pulled a riding crop from the bag and coiled his feathers around the wrapped handle. “Those who smiled at your wonderful base pose had no idea where I was leading you. All they saw was a strong mare lowering her head for her master in flawless devotion. By the time we’re done, I’ll make sure that all of your submissive positions meet the same exceptional standard of quality.

“Since I didn’t get to bask in the view on the way here, why don’t we start with Display?” Wing’s lips curved upward as he began to walk in an arc that brought him alongside the taller mare.

Grunting, Midnight fashioned a devious smirk before she rolled her cuffed foreleg and stepped forward. The tactic drove the pair to circle one another in a deliberate prowl, which undeniably gave the experienced hunter an advantage over her dorky master. “We could always start with me pouncing you instead. In a locked dungeon with me, you’d better show that you’re still—”

In a succinct sequence of sharp motions, Wing loudly exhaled, collected the emerging water vapour with his innate magical ability, and swatted the tiny tuft that formed onto the tip of the crop. He whipped one of Midnight’s haunches with enough force to fragment the little cloud on impact and unload a jolting electrical charge into the batpony. Her challenge devolved into an embarrassing squeak, and the stallion’s sudden display of power rekindled her arousal.

“My pet seems to have forgotten that I have spent a lot of time honing my crafts. Perhaps phrasing it like a question was a miscalculation on my part. You will assume the Display position, and you will receive your master’s instruction. I can produce a lot more voltage than that, M-0117, but I would much rather be nice to a first-time student.”

“Bite me!” she hissed, recovering quickly from the shock.

Wing met the dare by delivering another electrified strike to her plot. The second charge was far stronger, and it induced a shuddering ripple that made Midnight’s step falter. “We’ll just skip ahead in the manual to Discipline then.” Wing slid behind the mare and planted a stinging strike to the other side of her rump. “Hind legs straight and spread. Chest and face pressed to the mat. Forehooves behind the back.”

“I said bite me—”

Taking his free feathered appendage, Wing spun together a fresh cloud tuft, accumulated a large amount of charge, and thundered forward to press the grey sparking mass directly against Midnight’s clit. While grinding his primaries against her entrance, Wing reached out with a foreleg, set his hoof on the center of her back, and pushed down as another series of shocks yanked a needy wail from the feisty sub.

Her chest hit the mat with a light thud while her hind legs twitched. Midnight’s pussy winked uncontrollably as a result of Wing’s weather-magic bombardment, and the pegasus rubbed his feathers against the slick marehood with unimpeded authority. “I had a feeling you’d be a bratty bat. Thank goodness, I came prepared.”

Wing’s hoof rode down Midnight’s back and past her tail. A rummaging sound pinged Midnight’s senses as her master’s hind leg stretched out to snag the saddlebag. Her ears perked as the sound of something metallic filled the air, and she started to look over her shoulder until he cut her off.

“The Discipline pose does not call for turning your head around. It calls for your forehooves behind your back.”

Midnight huffed and slowly did as she was told. With the way she was fidgeting, and considering the noises he had just stirred, Wing wondered if she thought he was about to chain her limbs together. But alas, for the poor, disobedient mare, he had something far more punishing in mind. Cold metal fit snugly around her hips and inner thighs. The sensation of a feather’s touch vanished – only to be replaced by the same metal shoved against her entrance.

She gasped and her pupils dilated. Midnight knew what it was before the padlock clicked shut, but when it did, Wing decisively evened the playing field – and then he tilted it. A light buzz rumbled beneath the chastity belt’s plate and assailed the batpony’s covered clit with steady vibrations.

“I think that makes for a sufficient bite. You’ll be dealing with my new modification until the end of the lesson. Perhaps you’ll commit the added difficulty to memory should we need to revisit this subject.” He stepped around to Midnight’s side as pants began to spill from her parted lips. He lightly tapped the tip of the crop against her hind leg. “Spread them a bit more, and”—he set his hoof on one of her haunches—“make sure you maintain this beautiful curve.”

Once Midnight adjusted her hinds, Wing retreated to get a better view. He scrutinized her physique, noted the teeny shifts she made in response to the unrelenting pulses, and smirked when those lustful breaths transformed into soft moans. Those delightful notes persisted even after the stallion sat down in front of the mare’s lowered head.

“I could get used to a view like this,” Wing teased while lightly running his forehoof through her mane, “but let’s revisit things we skipped due to your little rebellious streak. Bow.”

Though certainly capable, the muscles in Midnight’s forelegs silently rejoiced when she was allowed to slide her limbs beside her chin. She took a long look at her master’s caged cock, and – were it not for the vibrations tweaking her desires – she would have definitely grinned even wider at his dripping nub. Instead, she glanced up at the mask-wearing pony with a sheepish smile and tried to ignore the wetness that slithered down her thigh.

“If you had stared any longer, I would have made you lick it.” Snickering, Wing affectionately patted Middy’s head while a grumble brewed in her throat. The instant the sound hit the stallion’s ears, the intensity of the vibrations briefly exploded and several shocks probed the batpony’s depths. “Ah-ah, I’ll have no further hostility in my class, M-0117.”

Midnight screamed blissfully as the sensations produced a fresh torrent of juices that squirted out from the edges of the chastity belt. Wing doubted that she heard his declaration through her ordeal, but when she simply shivered in the aftermath, he figured she got the message.

“Your limb positioning here is most acceptable. Holding your legs straight through that definitely earns bonus points.” He stood up after scritching her unpierced ear. “Let’s see your Display form before we move on to the more advanced material.”

Recovering from the onslaught, the mare gradually pushed her chest off the ground, firmly planted her forelegs at a closer separation than her hinds, and lowered her head. The spectacle triggered another round of inspection from the dominant Wing, who hummed in satisfaction as he dragged the tip of the crop over his pet’s gorgeous flanks.

“Cuffed and collared, you remain staggeringly beautiful.” Wing’s comment renewed Midnight’s flustered expression, and her blushing state only got amplified when the physicist wandered off and wheeled the mirror to a spot directly in front of the wide-eyed bat. “And now you’ll have a way to see it too, even if you keep denying what’s staring you right in the face.”

Wing resumed walking a tight circle around the posing mare, and occasionally, he would lightly tap her flanks or thighs to reinforce proper posture. He kept a keen eye on her expression as well, mentally noting how her gaze would repeatedly steal glances from the pane before her pride forced her focus elsewhere.

“Kneel,” he commanded, smirking as Midnight spread her hind legs and descended onto her hocks. The moment she settled onto the cushioned surface, the vibrator sprung to life again and elicited a squeal that made Wing beam even more.

“I will definitely get you back for that,” Middy hissed once she situated her forehooves in the tight space in front of the belt’s padlock.

Crouching down behind the adorable pet, Wing grabbed part of Midnight’s mane with a lifted limb and held her head square to the mirror. “I know you will, but that’s Future Me’s problem. Right now, I see a pony in need of a very special reminder.” Leaning closer, he lightly nipped her neck directly above the collar. “You’re also something sweet to bite.”

Heat swirled around her cheeks and shot to her perked ears. She sucked in her breath the second after an ascending, questioning wail leapt from her lungs. Her limbs quivered as the weight of Wing’s words accompanied the overwhelming stimulation of the vibe buzzing away at her marehood.

While the Bare and Expose options offered a lot to be desired, Wing had no intention of leaving his intimate post just yet. He released his hold on Middy’s mane and shifted his muzzle to the side. “Beg.”

The command dropped on the batpony’s honor like a sack of hammers. Her heart anxiously raced, and her limbs tensed to the point that even her master inquisitively eyed her various appendages as they battled an invisible foe. Against the odds, she managed to curl her forelegs, tightly fold her wings, and pin the elbow joints to her barrel before Wing turned his attention to the reflection in the mirror.

“I will etch this sight of you into my memory for all eternity,” Wing muttered, further riling the embarrassment and fluster of the mare. “You look so fucking cute.”

“Sh-Shut up, Nerd! Nnnnghh!” Midnight gritted her teeth to stifle the scream that the whirring vibrator and a fresh cadence of jolts had induced. She panted once the voltage and intensity subsided, and a short huff emerged as she stared at Wing with the help of the mirror. “Please quit making such noise, Master.”

Chucking at the fact that he actually made her beg, the pegasus planted a kiss on Midnight’s ear. “A far more respectable delivery, but no. After being led around as your silent pet, I think this is what we call ‘turnabout is fair play.’” Stepping out from behind the pleading sub, the stallion circled his mare and analyzed every facet of the held stance. After several revolutions, he came to a stop between the pony and the mirror, held out his crop-wielding namesake, and raised the tip of the toy until it propped up her muzzle.

He peered into her icy-blue eyes, scouted the rosy hues that couldn’t hide amongst the grey any longer, and innocently shrugged. “You’re stunning – a galaxy of stars burning in sapphire. Yet, I’ve got that stunning fire down on her hocks, folding her forelegs like such a good girl, and it makes me wonder if she’s got something else to beg for.”

Still quivering from the stimulating onslaught, Midnight attempted to shoot a deadpan stare, but the relentless rattling of the chastity belt kept prompting distracting, needy pants that made it hard for the mare to launch a counteroffensive. In fact, the low rumbling was making her pussy more slick by the minute, and the more she pondered it, the more frustrated she became. “P-Please, turn it up, Master...”

Swiftly spinning, Wing stowed his crop under his feathers. Before he took another step, the strength of the pulses multiplied, which made the batpony shake, moan, and flutter. “Crawl to me,” the pegasus demanded, commencing a leisurely stroll around the perimeter of the chamber while Midnight flopped down onto all fours and followed.

She huffed and squeaked as she dragged herself around the mat. Her legs were soaked by the arousal leaking from her ensnared slit. Her gaze remained locked onto the master who now towered above her prone figure. He beckoned her to chase him – even under this degrading condition – and gradually, the rest of the world faded away.

After two and a half trips around the room, Wing came to a stop, and Midnight halted beneath him. Her excited notes continued to reverberate off the walls, and her trained sights basked in the way her pleasured wails made Master’s caged cock drip like clockwork.

“Belly-Rubs.” He quickly set her into the next pose on his list, and she responded with blistering speed. Wing turned around and looked down to see Midnight already on her back with her hind hooves up by her shoulders and her forelegs curled slightly toward her flanks. “Mm, such a good, perfect girl!”

Stronger vibrations and gentle rubs soon accompanied the praise, which collectively made the sprawled pony shudder.

“Do you know Bloom, too?” Wing asked, receiving a nod for his efforts. He watched as Midnight straightened her hind legs and held them aloft. Her forehooves clasped around the rearward limbs and stabilised the spread position that proudly displayed her locked belt – and the dripping nectar that stained her coat.

The scientist smirked, ramped the vibe to its maximum setting, and observed the struggle. Midnight fought valiantly to maintain the pose. Her legs shook, and her moans transformed into a melodic string that drew Wing closer. He placed his hoof on the padlock and gazed as she bit her lower lip.

“Master! Let me—”

The vibrations ceased. Wing yanked the lock from the belt and tossed it aside as he hovered over his sub. “Surrender,” he commanded.

In an instant, Midnight’s slitted eyes narrowed. The universe that he had hurled to oblivion suddenly came crashing down upon her mind, and she gulped at the momentous task. Her limbs trembled. Her fierce hunter pride and duties as a guard demanded that she never do what he just ordered. And yet, the dork won.

Slowly, she spread her limbs out and flattened her backside to the mat. The cool rush of exposure flooded her winking marehood once Wing carefully extracted the belt, and she shivered to the touch of his hoof when he raked her clit.

“Despite your rebellious classroom antics, you’ve done exceptionally well with today’s lesson,” Wing commented while he made a quick stop at his saddlebag to put his crop away and grab something else. In the seconds that followed, he practically pounced on Midnight and kissed up her chest, ending the string of smooches right below her collar. “Mmhh, and I think flawless marks deserve to be displayed.”

With deft motions, Wing wielded his master phaser, lined it up with the blade of Midnight’s cutie mark, and deposited a pair of max-pleasure lashes that augmented the dagger’s natural edges. The sudden spankings and the riling sparks pushed the batpony to her climax. She grunted and squeaked as her body quivered. Her released orgasm drenched the parts of the stallion’s fur it reached, and she let out a long, suppressed sigh.

But Wing caught her fleeting grimace where there should have been ecstasy. He lifted himself off her chest in a flash, and his ears splayed as she turned her flushed head to the side. His gaze darted about until things finally clicked in his brain. The pose, the lashes, the affront to pride – the affront to pride that would now be public. “Midnight…” he gasped, frantically reaching out to each of her forelegs to guide them toward her barrel. “I’m sorry. I really overstepped. I can take the lashes back.”

The couple was lined up perfectly with the mirror, and although he didn’t realize it, her gaze hadn’t left him. To Midnight, Wing’s mask had vanished. Sure, it still remained anchored to exactly where he had placed it, but the concern in his eyes – and the way he cherished her – tore through the fabric.

And now you’ll have a way to see it too, even if you keep denying what’s staring you right in the face. His words echoed in her thoughts. Her heart thumped. Had a stallion ever looked at her like that? Whatever dominant ambitions he had for their session got set aside before she could blink. Every nervous twitch he made – every meandering gesture – was seeking her happiness and nothing else. She saw it, staring her right in the face, and her heart thumped again.

By the time Wing regained enough composure to adjust his phaser, Midnight lifted her leg and brushed his cheek. She tilted her head and peered up at the pegasus as a smile tugged the corners of her lips. “I didn’t use a safeword, so put that shit down, Master,” she spoke in a quiet, yet resolute voice that made Wing immediately pitch the device toward his saddlebag.

After rubbing his cheek for a few more seconds, she took a deep breath, stretched her limbs out, and resumed the Surrender position. “I can’t say they’re my favourite, but for you, I’ll try.”

Author's Note

"I really should get this nerd a custom collar to claim he's mine..."

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