Convinced and Constrained
By Limewah
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18+

Ruby’s got a look in his eyes. It’s one you’ve seen before. It’s one that presages a question, one that you’ve wanted to say yes to but never felt the time was right when it was asked before.

“Hey… I got an idea for something we can do… wanna hear it~?” the lynx’s question is dripping with flirtation, and he leans forward towards you, cross-legged on the bed, your legs still in his lap and getting massaged. He’s dressed down in a baggy hoodie and baggier sweatpants; you’re both basically in pyjamas. This feels a bit like a sleepover, honestly… not that you’re complaining. It’s exactly the vibe you want.
You look outside, at the pitter-pat of rain drumming against the window; it’s far less intense than it had been, down from a downpour to a drizzle. The sky’s still grey, threatening to start another torrent. Not that you’d planned to head out for a walk, or head home anytime soon.
You’re staying overnight, after all, and things are going to get a little spicy before too long.
So… why not start it early?
Your gaze flicks down towards his feet. Those big lynx paws are wiggling their toes. So enticing. You were gonna grab on to them at some point. Maybe that’s what he wants…

“What’ve you got in mind?” you ask, fixing him with a look like you’re trying to read his mind.
“You know how I’ve been bugging you about trying hypnosis? Since we’re both cosy right now, I think we’re in a really good place to try it.”

Yep, you figured that he’d ask.

You’re 100 percent positive hypnosis isn’t real. Still, the idea of it is pretty hot. Being mindless and unable to resist someone’s power, dominated by them, calling them Master… you could play pretend with that, that would probably be pretty fun. He doesn’t need to know that it doesn’t work. You wouldn’t want to break his heart.

“Sure,” you say, and the affirmative seems to energise Ruby’s entire body. His tail wriggles with excitement, and his grin grows even wider than before. He bounces a little. 
“Awesome! Great! Hang on…”

The room’s temperature has changed. Up till now, it was chilled out, slow paced, cosy, with the hint and anticipation of something more - of disrobing, of hands exploring… 
You’ve honestly had a similar question you’ve wanted a ‘yes’ for, but have been too afraid to ask. Maybe tonight will change that. 

“C’mere, sit on the bed with me.”
You’re snapped out of your anticipatory trance - heh, not that that was an actual trance - and you look back at Ruby. He’s got his paws closed around something, but he’s not showing you it… probably a pocketwatch or something. That’s what a hypnotist’s supposed to use, right?

You sit cross-legged in front of him, your knees almost touching.
“You ready?”
“I guess so,” You say, still looking down at his clenched paws.
“Well, I think we can make you even more ready. See, hypnosis isn’t just about looking at some swirly eyes or at a swinging pendant. Well, it can be, but I think your first experience should be a really grounded one, simple. A standard trance, nothing too crazy.”
“You’re not gonna use any magic on me?”
“Nope! No mind control here. I’m just gonna give you the base-line experience. Hopefully we’ll get rid of some of those preconceptions you’ve got.”
“Pssh.”
“Now, let’s put those expectations out of your mind for a moment. Let’s start with some nice deep breaths. Like we’re about to start a meditation - which, trance kind of is, actually.”
“Okay.”
“Just breathe in…” 

Ruby’s chest rises as he demonstrates, taking a deep, sharp breath. You do the same, feeling your shoulders raise and your stomach expand.
“And out….” he exhales the words, and you sag and exhale with him.
“In again… and we’ll hold it this time, just for a moment or two…”
You follow his instructions.
“And out.”
So it continues. Each time you breathe in, you find yourself holding your breath a little longer each time. It never gets uncomfortable, but every time as you breathe in, you find yourself waiting for, anticipating the point where you breathe out.
When it comes, you comply, and sigh out with him.
“Notice any changes?” Ruby says. “Have you sunk into the bed a little bit?”
“Hmm… feels like it,” you say. You definitely feel a little more relaxed. But sinking down? Maybe not…
“You might notice as you breathe in… hold…”
You wait with bated breath for the next word.
“And out, and you relax, you might, in fact, notice your body sinking into the comfortable softness beneath you.”
The more you think about it, the more you realise Ruby’s right. You are sinking into the bed.
“Yeah, I can tell by the smile on your face that you’ve noticed it too.”

You’re smiling?
Dang, you are. 
Your lips curl even wider and you giggle self-consciously. You wonder what else Ruby’s noticed.
“That’s right, that’s ok. That’s a sign that everything’s working as it should. Do you wanna do something with your hands? My paws are right here…”
Ruby’s paws are brushing against your knees. And your hands have been a little fidgety. So why not?
You take hold of them. They’re quite toasty, and the pads are very soft, like bread dough. Rubbing them really takes the pressure off, and takes your attention away from your hands and back to your breathing.

“There,” Ruby purrs. “See how much better that feels? You’re getting more and more relaxed, more and more primed. In fact, you can close your eyes for me if you’d like. It looks like you want to close them, right?”
You close your eyes, and continue to breathe, no longer prompted, but holding your breath for a little longer than you normally would each time. Breathing deeper feels nice. It feels right. It feels like something’s happening to you, you’re not quite sure what, but it…
“You’re wondering what this feeling is. You’re noticing how there’s been a shift in your subconscious, and looking ahead to where it leads. Anticipating what will happen next, like you’re waiting for a traffic light to change, or you’re waiting for an opening to strike a boss in a videogame. Your entire stream of consciousness is focused on what comes next. Listening, waiting, and preparing.”

Ruby’s so right. What else could he be right about?

“Open your eyes for me?”
The request sort of blindsides you; you just closed your eyes a few moments ago, why reopen them now?
When you do, you’re greeted with a little flash of purple, sweeping back and forth in front of your vision. It’s a little prism of cut amethyst, one you’ve never seen before. It’s so pristinely cut, with such fine veins of purple, that it almost looks like it’s got its own light source within.
It dangles rapidly. Your eyes naturally start to follow, because…
“Your eyes naturally can’t help but follow the crystal.” Ruby’s face is in soft focus behind you, but you can see his face is neutral, flat, concentrated, completely focused on you.
It feels kind of nice knowing he’s devoting all his brainpower to you. 
Kinda like he’s hypnotised… 
“You don’t need to focus on your breathing anymore. You can focus on this, now. Your breathing can go back to being an automatic thing, as your brain fixates on this new stimulus. No less relaxing, no more difficult. Though your eyes are getting tired again, following back and forth. Right?”

Left. Right. Left. Right. Yeah, your eyelids are starting to descend over your eyes, occluding your vision in darkness that seems to get thicker and thicker with each moment. Gosh. 
“Your head’s dipping down too. Everything feels just so heavy. You did have your eyes closed for about 10 minutes or so, so why wouldn’t you want to let them return to that point…?”
No way it had been 10 minutes, could it-
The pendant suddenly drops from Ruby’s hand, and you watch it fall, confused - was that supposed to happen-?

“Sleep.”
You sleep.
Your eyes fall closed, and your mind goes blank. Your hands relax, and your fingers brush along Ruby’s soft paws. Your shoulders slump, and you sigh. You feel yourself starting to topple, and you know you could stop yourself, but you don’t feel like it.
You do, however, feel a familiar warmth. The fabric of a soft hoodie, the slight hardness of a shoulder blade. You give your weight over to Ruby, and you notice just how much more you could relax.
“Sink deeper.” His breath caresses your ear.
You twitch, and moan, and do as he says.
The bliss is… exhilarating isn’t the right word. That implies excitement, high energy. This is more like… slipping into a warm bath. A cold wet cloth on your forehead on a hot day. Something exquisitely relaxing and decadent. It’s beautiful.
”A little deeper than that,” Ruby requests of you. You see no reason to resist the command.. Even when it feels like you can go no deeper, he takes you even deeper still with another word.
”Good. Good pony.”

The praise makes your whole body quiver with happiness. You feel safe. Soothed. Subordinate. Happy to listen and wait for the next word, the next command. 
There’s a little background noise in your mind, the parts of you that are freaking out with excitement. Holy shit this is real, holy shit this is working I can’t believe I was wrong and I’m so glad I was…
But it’s very easy to ignore. Especially when Ruby speaks, because when he does, nothing else in the world matters.

“Breathe deep,” Ruby says, tracing his claw along your neck. “And hold it.”
You do so, holding your breath, finding a simple pleasure in following the command. 
“And out,” he says, after a little longer pause than before. “Now breathe in again.”
The same again. A fraction of a second longer.
“And release your breath again. I’d like you to imagine something as you breathe in again. Imagine I’ve got a piece of cord in my hand. It’s soft and springy and it’ll feel comfortable against your body. Think about what colour it is, what it looks like.”
You do so, not quite sure why, but not really sweating those details. You’re too comfy right now.
It’s green, like Ruby’s hair. You can already imagine how nice it’ll look when it’s wrapped ‘round you.
“And as you hold your breath, imagine me wrapping a little bit of cord around that throat to keep the air in, hold it in place. You can do that for me, knowing it’s safe to do so.”

Oh fuck. Oh fuck, you’re doing breathplay now.
Did you tell him about this? You thought you’d kept it secret… 
You sort of want to ask him. Your vocal cords can only manage a little grunt…
“And I’ll pull it a little tighter around your neck. Can you feel that?”
You feel your throat constrict. You imagine the cord wrapped tight enough to keep it in place, putting just enough pressure on your windpipe to stifle even more of your inner monologue. Even the background thoughts stop. Your entire sense of self is fixated on your tight throat.
“You know this is safe,” Ruby says, “Because I’m here. And you can imagine that this cord around your neck is soft and springy, and it won’t prevent you from breathing completely…”
Your heart thumps with excitement, and you feel your throat squeeze and spasm. You want to giggle, but you can only gurgle.

“Good. Let’s imagine that there’s a little strap on the side that I can just tug and ease to… release.”
You exhale, and as you do, you notice just how much you’ve been pre-ing. 
Holy fuck. This is working, isn’t it… whatever this is. Is this hypnosis? It doesn’t feel like how you imagined it too, you don’t feel completely blank, or mindless, but -
He puts his hand against your throat and gives a gentle squeeze.
“And I tighten it again-”
Hrrgk.
Your throat clenches and your body stiffens again, this time your shoulders rise and your spine curves. Your eyelids flutter open, but all that you can picture is a blurred face. Ruby’s over you. In your minds eye, in the perfect clarity behind your eyelids, you can picture him holding the cord, cinching it tighter, making your throat squeeze and your body sing with pleasure…
“And I release it, just a little, enough so that you can breathe, but you can still feel it, tight, ready to tighten again, can’t you?”

You gurgle. Yes. It’s there. A tight collar of imaginary cord, that feels more real than any real collar you’ve ever worn…
“Now, can you feel another bit of that cord travelling down? It’s going to move down along your chest, and your trunk… binding you up.” 
His claw slowly strokes down your chest. You’ve given him permission before, but it’s slow, gentle, and careful. As his finger traces, you feel the cord hugging your fur. 
“I’m just going to tie you down in the back, too.”
You wonder what he means for a moment, before you feel his other hand stroke just between your wings, at the very back of your neck. He strokes up your left wing, up to the arch, and back down. You feel your wing squeeze - or are you squeezing it? 
The answer doesn’t really matter all that much to you.
It doesn’t feel like you’re controlling the squeeze. It’s just happening, and you’re letting it happen, because it feels so very right to do so.

Your wing’s bound by that same cord. The cord in front is going down past your navel, and travels along your right hip. Meanwhile, your right wing starts to get tied too, and you allow it, knowing you’ll be stuck in place, no chance of flight or escape. But why would you want to escape anyway?
Why would you escape from something that felt this good?
Ruby squeezes your wrists together in front of your belly button,, and you feel the cords cinch them together.
He pulls on you, makes you sit up, and your legs uncross and press together beneath you in a kneeling pose. A squeeze around the ankles pulls them tight. You’re secure now. No chance of moving even an inch.

“You’re completely immobile now, aren’t you?” Ruby whispers into your ear; right, as usual. 
“But, when I ask you to pose, you’ll pose for me - the bonds will relax just enough for you to do the task I ask you to do, and then they’ll go tight once again. Keeping you in whatever pose I want, or bringing you back to this neutral state. And it’s all going to feel so good. It feels good to do as I say, and let the cords bind you, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.”
He’s so right. You nod sleepily. It feels right to speak, so you do, though your throat’s still a little clenched.
“Yes, Ruby,” you croak.
“Good pony.” You can hear the teasing smile in his voice. It makes you whicker and snort a little. You’re getting a little feral. You want to throw yourself at him and smother him. You want to make him moan and squirm and cum his brains out.
But when you move, the cords tighten against you, squeeze you, attack your weak points with blissful constriction. Your spine arches a little more, straining against the bonds. It’s no use. He’s got you trapped.

“Let’s do a test pose. Raise your arms for me.”
Your wrists are still stuck tight. When you try to lift your arms, you feel that tug and resistance.
“You’re finding it difficult, since you’re so tightly tied, but that’s okay. That’s expected. Just feel the cord slackening enough to let your arms raise up, slow and steady.”
Your arms are out parallel to the floor, and continue further up. Your shoulders roll back and your chest pushes out, until your arms are up above your head.
“It’s like they’re being suspended from the ceiling. Can you feel that?”
Your shoulders tighten a little more. Your wrists raise up. 
“Do you feel like you’re lifting off the bed entirely…?”
You do. Your knees feel lighter. You swear you’re swaying. 
Ruby wraps his arms around your midsection, one paw sliding up your shirt and rubbing along your stomach. You whicker and whinny, feeling your throat choke out a gurgle of pleasure.
“That’s right. Completely helpless. But I’ve got you. You know I’ll take good care of you while you’re suspended, immobile… now, reset.”
Your arms move down - they don’t simply drop, they’re pulled back down to be taut against your thighs.

“Good. Good!” Ruby’s breath caresses your ear. “Now, this is fun, and all, but I’d like to do a little outfit change. We can do that easily, because the cord’s on underneath your clothes.”
You thought it was over your clothes… 
No, he’s right, it’s underneath. It makes more sense that way. Your brain rewrites its memory, to ensure there’s no distractions from the scene.
Your mind’s so clear. You’d be reeling with excitement if you weren’t so focused, locked in on being tied up.

He puts his hands on your shoulders, and turns you. You open your eyes just enough to see the bed revolve beneath your scooching knees, and the edge of it looming before you like a bottomless pit.
You know you won’t fall. You’re suspended by the cord, after all.
“Straighten your legs for me,” he says. 
You do as he says, your legs releasing and swinging around to dangle over the edge of the bed. You feel his hands move to the hem of your sweatpants and tug. Your legs obediently straighten, as he tugs, and pulls, and eases your toasty clothes off.
It’s a little chilly now, but you don’t mind.
It doesn’t last too long, anyway. Ruby’s stepped away, you can hear him moving and rustling, but you are happy to stay perfectly still.
When he steps in front of you again, he’s only got two small accessories. A black collar with a fluffy pink lining on the inside, and a long set of white stockings. 
Your cock jumps a little. Fuck. You hadn’t told him about this either. He’s read your mind. He must have hypnotised it out of you. 
This is amazing…!

“I’m just going to undo the cord down here, so I can slip these on for you….” 
Ruby puts his paw on your ankles, and you can feel the bonds loosening. You wait with bated breath as he slips one of the scrunched up socks around your right hoof. He takes his time rolling it up. It hugs against you, sheer and springy and stretchy.
“This stocking feels nice, doesn’t it? Does it feel as nice as the bonds around your stiff body?”
As soon as he says it, you notice it. The cords feel the same as the stockings - silken and snug, caressing your frame as it strains against you. You feel a squirm spread down your spine, still hindered by the bonds. The immobility only makes you hornier, which makes you want to buck more, which makes you feel even more restrained…

When the second stocking hugs your other thigh, you feel a slow trickle of pre-cum sliding down your throbbing dick.. Ruby notices, and he titters. 
“Someone’s having fun~ wish you could touch it, huh? But your arms are too tightly bound. That’s okay. I’m here to help.”
His hands rest on his hips, and he bends his knees slightly before raising his left foot up. The fluffy soft paws are as big as your face. His claws sparkle and catch your eye as his pawpad descends to squish against your needy shaft. Ruby braces himself against you and pushes forward, putting more pressure on you. You’d bend back if you could. But the cord’s still there, holding you tight.
“That’s right, nice’ n still.” Ruby bends forward, putting more weight on you as he rubs his paw back and forth, almost grinding it into your crotch. “Let me get the collar on…”
The collar. You’d forgotten about that part too, you’d been too fixated on the paws. But now, you feel it. You feel the soft fuzzy liner curling around your throat. Your ears are tickled by the soft tinkle of the buckle as Ruby cinches it up. 
“And it’s got a cute leash on there too, of course…”
“Hnnh-?” your hips surge against Ruby’s paw as he rolls it in a slow, kneading grind.
“It’s made of the same stuff that’s wrapped around the rest of you.”
That’s all it takes for you to see it. The same green springy rope is wrapped around Ruby’s hand..
“Even if I was to let you go from these bonds, you’ll still be bound by this leash. Connecting your neck to my knuckle. You feel the tug?”
He tugs. Your throat tugs. Your cock jumps.
“Mm-mhmm…!” you gulp and drool.
“That’s a good pony~ I can see your hands wanna move. They wanna touch your cock. So why don’t we loosen the bonds.”
Your wrists slacken. And they go exactly where Ruby said. They grasp the base and start to pump.
“Ah ah ah!” Ruby squeezes your cocktip between his toes. “Tug tug!”
Your head, and your attention, are tugged towards the feline’s grin. 
“I didn’t give you permission to cum, did I?” Ruby tuts. “Take it slow, enjoy yourself… the release will feel much better if you let it take that much time, trust me.”
“Uh-huh…” you groan breathlessly. You did get carried away, it’s true. You have to enjoy yourself. He’s been right about everything so far.
But God, you’re so fucking horny. 
You’re drooling, and your heart is thumping faster. His paw coaxes out some drool from your cocktip. Your hands massage and knead - one on the base, the other on the balls - and his toes roll back and forth over your tip until his pads are glistening with pony-pre. 
You’re close to climax, you can feel it…

“I’m a bit chilly,” Ruby says blithely. “Reset.”
You whine as your wrists are pulled away and cinched back together - and at the same moment, Ruby puts his paw back on the floor. Your cock twitches and quivers, so close, and so unsatisfied.
He climbs up onto the bed and crawls behind you. One of his paws floats in front of your face - your leash still attached to his paw. “Tug tug.” 
You feel his other paw grab the back of your head - a fistful of your hair- and yank. 
Your body is yanked backwards, and you fall back into his familiar warmth. His thighs wrap around you, and his paws squish against your still-throbbing cock. He gets himself as comfortable as he likes, and he purrs into your ear. The vibrations keep your inner thoughts away.
“Mmm, my plushie…” Ruby giggles. Whether it’s to himself or not, you take it to heart. That’s why you’ve got no thoughts. You’re a plushie. A tied up plushie, but a plushie nonetheless. Soft, head and body full of polyfill, completely still and warm and squishy.
You must have made some sort of noise, because he takes notice.
“Ooooh, oh you like that idea, don’t you? Of course.. Let me just release those bonds. You feel the cords untying and falling away… releasing your wrists and your ankles, and letting your arms and legs return to their normal position…”

It’s as he says. Your ankles and wrists fall to the side, limp and relaxed. Your legs splay wide and your head lolls to the side.
“We’ve still got the collar and the leash, in case we need it…” Ruby coos, the heat and tingle of his breath pushing deep into your head. “But for now, you’re just a big soft cuddleplush. Full of warmth for me to steal, easy for me to pose…”
Your dick’s still throbbing. Especially with his paws mashing into them. But he didn’t say you can cum yet.
Do plushies cum anyway…?
You’d ask, but plushies can’t talk, you’re pretty sure about that.
You just stare blankly and smile gently as he purrs and rolls and grinds against you.  He hugs you tight around the chest. One paw goes up to your head and tilts it to the side, towards him. Your head doesn’t resist. You just flop over to face him, to look into his eyes - or through them. You’re not really looking at anything, though you can see the lust in his eyes and the smile on his face through that soft focus.
He takes your right wrist and squeezes, before taking it and resting it right on your shaft. Your limp fingers sort of brush against it, unable to squeeze or stroke. Your dick twitches, and your stockinged legs resist the urge to grind and squirm.
“That’s right, you can’t move your fingers, plushie… shame, I bet you really wanna touch yourself. But that’s okay. You’re doing great.”
His eyes are so beautiful and deep. You focus on them. And his soft lips. And his breath. And his softness. And his commands. 
“You’ve done so great, in fact, that I think you should cum for me.”

!!!!!!

Cum! Cum cum cum cum…!

The command comes so abruptly that it sets off a hand grenade of pleasure in your mind and your loins. Your cock erupts on command, and though plushies don’t talk, you moan and whine with a wide-open throat. You turn your head enough to watch your cock spurt, still buried in the massive stompers. You watch pearly strands of cum squirt and dribble- the first few squirts arch through the air and drape over your sweaty torso, and the rest dribbles out in oozing brooks over Ruby’s now-matted paws.
“That’s right. Goood.” Ruby’s voice stays sweet and soft. “Let it out, pony plushie… all of it. All of it.”
“Yes, fuck, yes…” you croak. The orgasm’s pulling you out of trance. It’s making you realise where you are, what’s been happening, and how wrong you were about hypnosis. But now that you’re thinking about it, you’re starting to lose it… you’re starting to-

“SLEEP.” A sharp command at your ear banishes those thoughts. “Sleep, for me. Deeper down. Sinking even further than you already were, that rise making you fall as the afterglow spreads…”
You sink against his body and you’re back in the plush space. Immobile and still. 
“There we go… just like that, good pony plushie.” Ruby takes that slack paw and rubs it along your torso, smearing your cum all over your belly and chest. “Aww, look at the mess you’ve made, you were so pent up~ and with that rewarding release, you’ve earned another reward.”

You listen quietly and sleepily, ready to learn what your next reward is.
“Obedience. Even deeper obedience than before, an even deeper dive into plush space.”
You groan with agreement, feeling that heat spreading even more thinly over your body. Thankful for the reward, for the pleasure he’s brought you…
“I can’t wait to see just how embarrassed you are when I wake you up,” he teases you. “So much for hypno being fake, huh?”
That future version of you is gonna be embarrassed, he’s so right. But you’re not that future version. You’re a pony plushie. Until you aren’t anymore. Then you might be tied up again, buried between his thighs and sucking, or under his paws to clean the mess you’ve made. 
Ruby’s not going to let you wake for quite some time. Nor is he ever going to let you live it down.