Princess Luna is used to many forms of bondage and restraints, severe and long-term ones. So this position wouldn’t be such a big deal really, if there wasn’t a (very much used) sandal of her own sister dangling inches away from her face. Of course, she’s directly exposed to the sweat-soaked side, offering a very detailed view of all the dark imprints, the patches of the almost completely worn fabric, the thin tattered straps. All the features of Celestia’s majestic sole permanently stamped on the footwear, after decades of constant, heavy use. The sandal’s sheer size (matches its owner’s volume) leaves only a tiny portion of Luna’s vision uncovered, which makes focusing her sight on anything else almost impossible. But she can at least completely avoid that, close her eyes and forget about it. Not so bad, right?

Well, what makes this predicament so much worse for the poor lunar mare is certainly the ballgag, secured in place with a snug head harness. Apart from it being absolutely huge, forcefully stretching her aching jaws, it also makes breathing possible through her nose only. With every breath, she takes in her sister’s strong scent, a leathery, slightly sour and pretty feminime pedal aroma. Shutting her eyes only leaves room for intrusive, sensational fantasizing. Keeping them open however exposes her to visual stimulation too, always remindig her the origin of the allurng odor.

With all that mental struggle, she can almost forget about her own naked and exposed, feets, tied together painfully tight, ankles pressing harshly on each other. Or how hard her hair is being pulled from the ropes, putting constant pressure on her arched back. She knows she’s already way too aroused from the whole situation and there are still plenty of hours left for the sun to set…

At least the carpet feels soft under her squished breasts!