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Adhara pawed desperately between her hind legs, digits kneading at the rigid metal that cupped her aching sex but leaving the thick draconic toy within unaffected. She rolled from one side to the other, she tried again, her hips gyrating so she felt her muscles and her taut insides shift around the girth of the tormenting shape, alternating between needy gasps and desperate, pleading moans. There had to be a way, she was so pent up!

A rune of glowing blue blocked the keyhole when she looked back at her hips, and she whined, directing the attention of her claws to that instead, yet what effect could physical attempts have on such magic? Hind claws curling in sensation and frustration, she bucked roughly just to feel tiny little shifts of the toy that her denial-primed body felt as little intense shocks that made her seem, constantly, so very close without ever doing enough to grant relief. Please please please... She ground the pad of her paw against the belt, longing to grasp the base of the shaft so she could pump it, ride it properly, instead of this endless maddening stuffing!

A dragon grabbed her snout, almost impatiently; she saw a white-scaled belly for an instant before a hard shaft she couldn't put where she really wanted captured her attention. She didn't even need to wait to be told, she just parted her jaws, panted heavy breaths, and started sucking, sex clenching in longing at the taste and the smell and the groan of pleasure she heard in response. There was no praise to earn, not when this was the best she could offer with her sex stuffed and sealed, just little thrusts and a grip on her horn that ordered her to keep going, bob her head, lick and suck and swallow... All she could do was writhe and ride and moan while she gave so much pleasure yet couldn't find her own relief...

And rousing from a dream like that, it was no wonder Adhara awoke to a powerful heat between her legs and an equally powerful longing to do something about it. She moaned, briefly disoriented by dreaming with four legs and waking with two, before she stretched an arm down towards the ache she felt—where, just like in her dream, she found a chastity belt in her way that she could only push her fingertips against in vain. At least in real life there was no big toy inside her, and, squirming and flushed to remember quite vividly which belt her dream self had been wearing, she lifted the covers to look and sighed to see a more familiar, perfectly un-magical belt with a normal accessible keyhole nestled around her waist.

Granted, she didn't have the key in her possession, but at least this chastity belt wasn't near so intense an experience even if it still got quite strictly in her way when she wanted relief! Huffing to herself, legs twisting beneath the bedsheets to alternately stretch and then press her thighs together around the plate running between her legs, she had to settle for tucking a hand under her shirt to fondle her bust with her other hand for the quite pleasant but far less fulfilling sensations of teasing the sensitive mounds.

Even if it got her nowhere, it still felt nice enough that she kept it up for a few minutes, rolling her hips in futility as she did, with occasional soft groans of enjoyment and longing. To think she'd only been locked up for a week—hardly a long time by her standards—and she already felt it this much! Though it wasn't every night she had a dream quite like that one to wake her up in such a state, either. She quivered a little when one squeeze of a boob felt a little nicer, gasped when she felt—imagined—a phantom sensation of her fingers against her clit while she rubbed her belt... But all she was accomplishing was to stay just as horny as she'd felt when she'd woken up, and as fun as that was, she needed to get out of bed eventually.

Slowly. Once she felt like it...

Hearing Marie already up and active downstairs, Adhara stumbled out of bed and went down to the kitchen in nothing more than her belt and the t-shirt she'd slept in, which did keep her decent if in a kinky way! Marie, meanwhile, was already clean and nicely dressed: summer weekends were the mare's busy season, and she had an event to go run that she'd leave for a bit later in the morning. She looked up briefly from making scrambled eggs at the sound of the dragoness shuffling down the stairs, and giggled a little at the state of her. “Morning hun! You have a good sleep?”

Adhara looked a bit more disheveled than drowsy—as disheveled as she could look, when scales couldn't be ruffled out of place the same way that fur or hair could. “Mmf, managed okay... Need coffee,” she said, though lying in bed entertaining herself for a while had left her less in need of caffeine than usual. “Distracting dreams though.”

“Oh, something fun?” Marie teased, letting her hips and tail sway side to side for a few moments, and gave the metal between Adhara's legs a meaningful glance. “Can't imagine why that might have happened...”

She huffed and felt her jaw frills blush as she got out her coffee beans to get the process started, hesitating for just a moment: she hadn't quite dared to tell Marie what she'd learned at her parents' house, but as such a thing was the centerpiece of the dream... “Don't be shy,” Marie prodded teasingly, the end of her tail flicking against her thigh.

Adhara caved; her state had left her longing for some fun, which was more likely to happen if she went along and told the story! She just squirmed at the thought of having to disclose her kink's unexpected family history. She took a breath.

“I was in my big form... and I was wearing a special belt.”

Marie was giggling already. “Special?”

“Well... when I was at my parents' a few months back, I spent a little while that night looking around the family hoard, and in their things I found a chastity belt.”

“You did not!”

“I did!” Adhara insisted, soldiering on despite the rising heat... everywhere, her own tail beginning to twitch back and forth. “It turns out that a few generations ago it was common for big-name families to lock up their heirs until they mated, ostensibly to encourage them to look for a mate and have eggs without making their parents have to wait too long for the next generation.”

Marie's giggles dissolved into a full-on neighing guffaw, having to turn away from the frying pan to double over. “I can't— You can't be— All this time! You've had a—” She paused to laugh some more. “A hereditary, predisposition, to wearing a chastity belt! No way!”

Adhara sniffed the air. “You're burning your eggs.”

That made Marie yelp, and she struggled to get her laughing fit under control and save her breakfast at the same time, giving Adhara the space to continue her story.

“Now most families stopped this practice at least a few generations ago, and it's not the sort of thing we'd tell anthros about anyway, so it doesn't get mentioned when the people writing those silly movies you like try to do research. Not that anyone is brave enough to put that kind of kinky stuff in mass media anyway. My family, on the other hand.” She paused, partly for effect, partly waiting to make sure Marie wasn't busy handling anything hot. “This was a chastity belt my own mother had to wear! Apparently my mom and dad had protracted arguments about whether to make me wear it!”

Marie dissolved right back into laughter, accompanied by a pleading noise almost like she was begging her to stop her tale, which at least let Adhara pour her coffee while she waited for the mare to recover. “You, are, making this all up!”

“I wish I was!” Adhara blushed hotter. “Because then my mom walked in on me staring at the thing!” she said, and lost her again.

“Oh goodness! And then— You—” She gasped for breath. “How relieved she must be to know what you do for fun!”

“I most certainly did not tell her.” She huffed and took a sip. Mmm, at least the coffee was nice. “However. I did learn that my mom had to wear it. For like 20 years!”

“_That l_ong? There is no way you are not making this up. You must have told her how jealous you were!”

Even the memory of such a degree of embarrassment had Adhara writhing in far less pleasant ways. “I didn't! ...but you know how she is. I think she could tell anyway,” she muttered into her mug. “Thankfully, she evidently hated the belt so much that she insisted she and dad never even so much as mention the possibility to me.”

“Thankfully?” Marie lifted her eyebrows, once again pointedly looking between her legs.

“Yes thankfully!” she insisted. “There is no way it would be anywhere near as fun to have my parents holding my key! There wouldn't be anything kinky, no bondage games or teasing like I get to do with you and our friends—I wouldn't want them to be doing stuff like that! Plus they'd surely be trying to introduce me to lots of guys my age to consider as potential mates, and anytime I was frustrated they'd just remind me that I only needed to take a mate to get it off... I'd be miserable.”

“That all does make sense,” she admitted, sensibly. “But you wound up dreaming about the belt anyway, it sounds like. So what made it so special that you could tell it was that one?”

“Well, it was enchanted,” she said, and hesitated again. “I guess— I don't know if what I dreamed was the same as real life... I didn't dare ask what any of the runes etched into it did, and I've never studied magic.”

“Something to make it good for long term wear, I guess, if it could be worn for decades. And to make it secure! Because if your mom of all dragons couldn't scheme her way out of it, it can't be done.”

Adhara blushed. Making the belt sound more tempting was not helpful. “I did dream there was magic protecting the lock so it couldn't be opened...” She said, and sipped her coffee again, certain she needed to wait for the right moment so she didn't make Marie choke on her breakfast when she added, “but what really gave it away was the giant dragon dildo it stuffed in me.”

Her eyes widened; breakfast was going to be impossible at this rate. “Really!?”

“That part I'm sure about. I saw it socketed right in the belt when I found it!”

“How, is it even possible! That you dragons are so... kinky!” She had to stop and recover for a moment. “You are genetically predisposed! Your whole family tree has been training for you to love getting teased and denied!”

Adhara wasn't sure whether embarrassed mortification or the fact that she was having this conversation while locked had her blushing so hot. “It's ridiculous. I can't believe I had to discuss chastity—chastity with a huge teasing dildo no less—with my mother! I can't believe I was lucky Markan was already over for the evening when I found out I was going to head out there and there was a non-zero chance I might have had to go visit and find all this out with this shape locked!”

“I can't believe you didn't bring it home with you! If it's as special as you said I bet it'd be super fun to play with.”

“But then my mom would know I took it and know I was into it! I could never.”

“Plus you said she wore it for 20 years? Think about how good it must be for long term play.”

“I am really trying not to think about what my mom said about her own experiences locked, thanks!” She retreated behind her mug once more.

“Oh dear. True. She didn't go into too much detail, did she?”

“As if she needed to when I spent the whole conversation staring at that toy.” She shivered. “Nngh. Would have driven me crazy wearing that thing... Which, I guess as mother said, was kind of the point.”

Marie started to speak, then seemed to think better of it, shook her head, took a bite, and changed tack. “So back to your dream. You're wearing this special belt... there's some big toy teasing you,” she prompted.

“There wasn't... much more than that, really, that I could remember. I remember rubbing my paws on the belt... a lot.” The shivers were far more welcome, this time, and she leaned her fingers against the plate between her legs for a few moments, unable to touch. “Remember the feeling of being stuffed, all the heat and need and denial... There was a dragon there, but I don't remember who. I just remember... sucking...”

“Oooh, that does sound like a good dream. How much other bondage did you have? I guess not too much to keep you from sucking a dragon off or frantically groping your chastity belt,” she giggled.

“I'm... not sure I can remember any,” she said, hesitantly; in the manner of dreams, much of it had faded from memory aside from the most essential components.

“Mmmm. And how much bondage did you imagine wearing after you woke up?” Marie winked at her across the counter.

She wasn't about to hold back when it was what she wanted. “I, nh. The usual... Big gag and lots of rope...”

“Mmm, to help compensate for lacking a big dragon to service?” She winked. “Well hun as much as I'd like to turn that into reality for you, I have some corporate picnic thing to go oversee, so if you want to get trussed up you're gonna have to call someone else.”

Adhara wiggled a little more. “I mean, you could... I could always shift forms if there was any safety concern before you got back.”

“Even if I did have a spare 45 minutes to tie you up properly, I still don't think it's a good idea, we've been over this. Just get Markan to come do it.”

“But he's got my key, he'll probably hold that over my head to be meaner or keep it longer!”

“Which is a problem why, exactly? Unless you actually want your belt unlocked already, in which case he definitely should know how horny you are. Besides, if he wasn't hoping for you to ask for it, he wouldn't be holding your key.” She went so far as to put her fork down and reach for her phone. “I'll text him if you don't.”

“All right, all right, fine.” She pushed her thighs together and made a little pent-up huff, then finished her coffee. “Left my phone upstairs though. Good luck with your picnic thing.”

“Shouldn't be too bad. Just don't let him try to pull that stunt making me come ransom you back again, I'm gonna be wiped out!”

Adhara went back to her room, hesitated... then took a quick picture of her free hand rubbing her belt and sent it to Markan, along with the caption, A cruelly imprisoned dragoness needs a hero to save her! Rather than sit around waiting for a response, she disrobed (as much as she could) and got into the shower to clean up, which did feel nicely refreshing even if she could only enjoy daydreaming there to the same extent she had lying in bed: not near enough!

A reply was waiting for her once she was clean and dry and ready to dress for the day: Usually a hero will be the one who imprisons the dragon! But you can come over if you want to learn how a hero can tame a dragoness ;) Another message followed that made her shiver: Make sure you stretch, I haven't gotten to do a proper hogtie for a while

Oh boy. Markan did a tie like that right, too, and quite vivid memories of brutally tight rope around her limbs had her chewing her lip and squirming in an instant, once again groaning in dissatisfaction that the instinctual motion between her legs just had her fingertips click against steel instead of actually touch where she was reaching! She had to settle for a breast again, lifting and gently kneading, teasing at her nipple, coaxing out little sparks of pleasure that stoked her locked-away desire but didn't get anywhere near actually satisfying it.

Which wouldn't happen at Markan's house either... That fire might keep burning for weeks if she wasn't—was—lucky!

Not that it was going to stop her from throwing on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts—she'd be naked again within five minutes of stepping into his house so why bother with a bra—and driving over as soon as she'd had a little breakfast. It was still early enough for traffic to be light, even though she had to cross the river, and before long she'd parked her car in the circle by his front door, still feeling warm and squirmy, anticipation fluttering beneath her ribs as she took the stone walk up to his grand front door. She was about to get awfully helpless...

“There she is,” said the silver-scaled dragon, greeting her at the door with a grin. He too was dressed light with another hot humid day forecast, which staying indoors to play with her would help them both avoid! “The naughty dragoness reporting to serve her sentence... Don't expect much leniency for turning yourself in to face justice,” he teased as he shut the door, gesturing towards the basement steps: he had quite the dungeon setup downstairs.

Could she do haughty, unbowed dragoness in her needy state to play the role back at him? “You bipeds don't scare me! Do your worst,” she tried, and he grinned, his eyes lighting up: either she sounded like a proper dragoness or he liked what he heard, or both!

“Such defiance! But you have already admitted how your lust rages... I'll make sure it burns that out of you.” He gave her a little swat on the butt when they reached the bottom of the stairs, then went through a door that might have originally been meant to lead to a gym but now led to a room with dark-toned walls and a foam-rubberized black floor that was a bit easier on anyone who might be stuck kneeling or lying down nude for a while! Shelving and cabinets full of gear lined the walls, along with some bondage furniture presently pushed out of the way.

“Bold words!” Adhara said—and then couldn't help but giggle a little, even though he was really trying with the wordplay! “Certainly would have made history a lot more interesting if the classical dragonslayers had used methods like this.”

“Well that depends!” He laughed, then grabbed her from behind, squeezing a boob through her shirt, the other hand rubbing against the chastity belt under her shorts; she couldn't help but groan and wriggle against him, it sure felt a lot stronger when it was someone else's hands! “Do you think a dragoness would crack immediately because she wasn't used to not getting her way... Or hold out for months, determined not to lose a battle of wills? You certainly crumbled in a hurry,” he said, swapping his hands to give her other breast some attention as well.

She huffed, her back arching a little when he squeezed a nipple. “That's because—ah! I want the bondage... Other dragonesses might hold out a really long time! Years... decades, even!”

She could see him grinning again from the corner of her eye. “Decades, huh? Quite the fantasy... awfully ambitious of you.”

Her snout flushed and she flinched against him, stifling a whine. “I said other dragonesses! I was just saying— Dragonesses are very strong-willed!”

“Mmhmm. So strong-willed they carelessly blab their desires when put under the slightest pressure... Is that what a big gag is for, to protect you from admitting things you shouldn't?” Markan gave each mound one more firm squeeze, then let go. “You certainly seem worked up enough to get started. Are you really desperate as you said already? It's only been a week...”

She huffed and wiggled her tail, but took off her shirt and shorts, which got his eyes to light up again when he got a marvelous view of what he'd been fondling moments ago without any cotton in the way. “I just...” She chose not to mention the dream as he didn't know about her true form, paused, said, “I just woke up really wound up! So why not try to do something about it?”

“Because I say you're not allowed to cum yet?” he said, and when stating his control over her made her visibly flinch he smirked at her. “And when you're already admitting you're this horny it makes me want to be even meaner.” He turned to the gear cabinets behind him, opened a drawer, lifted something up. “Like, say, locking up your top too and really denying you.”

She yelped, hands flying to her chest. “You wouldn't! Anyway y_ou'd_ miss them just as much as me, you wouldn't last more than like half a play session.”

He hesitated for a long moment, holding the chastity bra, then set it back down. “...yeah, I remember how it went last time. But it was a really cute look on you, that worked up and not able to get anything... Well, sending you home with that can be your punishment if you cause any trouble. Of course, the price for letting you keep their freedom is, I'm gonna abuse them.” Digging around in the drawer a little, he found a couple of clamps instead. “So you can start by putting these on.”

Adhara whined... but held out her hand and took them. “Put them on myself?”

“Yup! And you'd best behave, remember?” He was already rooting through another drawer for several coils of rope; she shuffled from foot to foot in mute protest. Nipple clamps were a hell of a pinch, and he expected her to do it herself?

...yes, he did, and he lifted an eyebrow when he had all that rope laid out on a camp table and she was still just holding them. “Fine,” she finally said, carefully grasping and lifting one breast to help make sure she could get a good, even grab, easing the flat rubber-covered tips of the clamp on and gently loosening her fingers, and “nnnn!” She grit her teeth, doing it herself didn't make that nub any less sensitive to such a heavy, relentless pinch! And then she had to do the other one too even knowing exactly how the first one had felt, which drew a louder groan and a stomp of her foot. “Nnngh! There! Happy...?”

“The dragoness protests, but seems pliable,” he winked at her. “Perhaps she won't need such a long sentence after all, if she can keep this up.” He motioned for her to turn around, and she did, so he could get started on a harness for her chest and arms.

“Only because you're... putting the dragoness between a rock and a hard place!” She kept up those protests, and kept behaving, kept quite on her toes by how he paused momentarily to grope her or swat her rump or flick the nipple clamps while he rigged her, while also encouraged by how the teasing sparks of pain kept her so eager! First coils circled her torso above and below and between her boobs, then he arched her back and brought her elbows together in a tight tie that pushed her bust out further! She groaned at the strain of having her limbs twisted back to the limit of her flexibility, and he finished off her arms by tying her wrists together as well, even looping that rope around the base of her tail to stop her from moving her hands at all!

He then rubbed in the utter immobilization of her arms by holding her against him and grasping both increasingly sensitive breasts in his hands, kneading firmly until she groaned and quivered, tweaking the clamps to make her whine at pain and pleasure mingling together like that! “Something hard can certainly be arranged,” he said, and pressed his crotch against her hands for emphasis so she could feel how worked up he was getting beneath his shorts, making her jaw frills blush hot. “Just because you're not allowed to cum doesn't mean you can't help me.”

“Dragonslayer really pushing his—aaah!” He interrupted her next complaint with a firm spank, followed by a second slap to her rear for good measure!

“Keep it up and you're going to make me think you want that bra,” he growled, before reaching up to cup her chin. “Should I see how deep a hole you'll dare dig yourself? At this rate you're going to convince me that the rebellious dragoness shouldn't be allowed to touch herself anywhere for months if there's to be any hope of taming her! Or do you need the mercy of a gag to remind you your place?”

Adhara whined, her arms twitching in their bonds pinned between her back and his chest. “Not... fair!” She liked playing the brat but also liked being gagged... but she also didn't want to risk months of orgasm denial and the chastity bra, when he kept squeezing her bust and sending both pleasure from his fingers and pain from the clamps racing through her and making her burn hotter under her belt by the second! ...or maybe she did... She writhed and pushed her thighs together and groaned as he kept groping her, twisting her shoulders, so turned on by the teasing and the need and how helpless she already felt! “Nnngh— You—aah! Do your worst, dragonslayer!”

She could practically hear his smirk before she glanced up to see it, and he used his fingers to nudge the clamps up and down, the motion causing back-and-forth moments of intensified pinching that made her squirm even further! “Such overconfidence! Or perhaps you're letting your lust get ahead of your sense... We'll see if you're still so sure once things get even tighter.” After a few more squeezes, he cinched his next rope to the cords he'd already put between her boobs, then bent her forward to coil a few times around the base of each mound—between the clamps and the increasing squeeze of the breast bondage, they only grew still more sensitive so she couldn't hold back a few loud groans when he fondled her some more and she already felt that much more tender!

Then he guided her down onto the floor, which thank goodness was softened by the foam when he helped her lie on her stomach and her posture squished her tits and the clamps underneath her! She panted and squirmed while he busied himself tying her thighs together, and her knees, and her calves, and her ankles, and even her innermost toes! She knew what was coming next, and no amount of preparation could save her from her bound, already aching breasts being smushed beneath her weight when he lifted her knees up to help force her into the arch of a very strict hogtie. Adhara gasped in relief when he got the length of the rope from ankles to elbows where he wanted it and let her knees back down, the bondage at least helping to lift her shoulders a little to spare her some of the pressure on her chest—but not too much, with the clamps still stuck beneath her breasts and giving her nipples a constant twist—but it was hard to feel too grateful when he cinched her tail to her body too, and even tied a rope from her horns to her back so she couldn't lower or turn her head!

“Aahh! Really... really tight!”

“Any tingling, anything not moving right?” he asked, checking the knots and coils to make sure he was happy with how taut everything was and where the rope was squeezing her limbs.

She wiggled her fingers and toes. “N-no... all good, for now... just... tight...”

“Which is exactly what you asked for! Too late to decide you can't handle what all that bratty behavior deserves. The dragoness needs to learn she's mine. Unless you think you're somehow getting out of that? Go on, I want to see you try.”

Adhara flexed her fingers, trying to twist her wrists and test what she could reach, but they were squished between her tail and her heels, making it hard to find anything to do with them, and Markan knew what he was doing: the knots securing the ends of the ropes weren't anywhere near her fingers anyway! “Nngh—” She tried to twist her shoulders, wiggle to the side, but with all her limbs pulled to their limits it felt like nothing could budge, instantly pulling on either a taut rope or a part of her own body that couldn't bend or reach any further! Her hips bounced and rolled a little against the floor, she slumped and then tried again, but she couldn't even turn her head to see what she could possibly be doing, she couldn't move at all, and the more obvious it became, the more he grinned!

“Are you even trying? Maybe you need an incentive.” He grabbed a vibrating wand from one of the drawers and waved it in front of her face, where she could see. “If you want to feel this... roll onto your side so I can put it where you want it to go.”

She moaned, already breathing heavily from the efforts that were so heavily restrained they were hardly noticeable. Rolling over sounded like the simplest thing in the world, but in her current state, it might well be impossible! She'd have to go opposite the direction her tail was tied, that would be easier... But just rocking the tiniest bit side to side was so hard when having her elbows tied together so restricted her shoulders and the tightness of the hogtie made it hard to even sway her feet!

Of course, even if she succeeded, it wasn't like the wand would be enough to get her off with her stuck in her chastity belt no matter how horny she was in such strict bondage. But at least it would free the nipple clamps from being trapped under her to take a bit of the pressure off, and at least between her legs she'd get to feel something even if the belt blocked it from getting where it'd feel the best! She wriggled, trying to build up a little rocking motion, “mnnngh... can barely... move!”

“If you're giving up already, I can punish you instead...”

“N-no! Let me... try...” She kicked her feet, which did absolutely nothing except pull gently on her elbows and chest. Her knees wouldn't budge, her hands couldn't, and even the ropes to her horns felt like they were making any progress more difficult! “Tight! Rrrgh!” She bucked uselessly, already feeling drained when the tie had only even been complete for a few minutes, and rocked sideways again, rocked back, leaned, teetered, rolled back onto her chest having at least gotten one of her nipple clamps to straighten out... which meant landing on her chest could then push it gently the other way instead! She moaned, but she tried again, she'd come so close...

Finally her weight tipped over enough to send her onto her side, rolling onto her shoulder and hip. It made the arch a little more severe but at least it took a bit of the strain off her arms, not that it gave her any more freedom to struggle with! And now she might be stuck in this position, instead, with how hard it felt to move.

But at least it got him to say, “good dragoness,” and the vibrator switched on! Rather than go between her legs, she first felt him gently hold it against the far end of one of the clamps: the buzz transmitted down the length of it to tease at her pinched, achingly nearly-numb nipple, the oversensitivity making her squirm and whine instead of the... admittedly, belt-muted pleasure she'd been hoping for! She writhed and gasped on her side, utterly defenseless unable to even lower her chin to watch while he vibrated one clamp, then the other, then back again, and somehow when he moved the thrumming head to her boob directly she only felt even more tender!

“Aaah! Nnngh... that... rrrhn! She struggled, trying to pull one way, to wiggle her hips, lean away from the tease, but there was nowhere she could go to retreat from the stimulation. It seemed to so maddeningly mingle pain and pleasure, it made her want the wand between her legs instead still more urgently!

“I told you, no bra to keep them safe means they get abused! Besides, I can see you humping, I know you like it.” He did shove the wand between her legs for a moment, intense pleasure held just a claw's width from her aching wet pussy by that perfectly curved steel... Any vibration following the chastity belt's shape to tease where the lining pressed against her groin to either side of her mound, giving her only the barest gentle tease so vexingly close to where she wanted it before he went back to tormenting her bust, as if the only reason he'd given her anything there was to demonstrate how much less effective it was!

“Aaahn come onnn, this is evil!” she gasped, limbs trembling as the sensations danced from one tender aching spot to another, all her limbs tied behind her to keep her in such a vulnerable, exposed predicament, the ropes so tight that just lying there was enough of a strain, let alone trying to struggle!

He didn't relent, he just said, “evil is what it takes to tame a dragoness like you!” and continued to tease her, shifting between breast and nipple and belt unpredictably, keeping her squirming, wriggling, her moans growing louder as he kept up the tease for several minutes! No amount of yowling or kicking or thrashing could get him to stop or protect such sensitive points from his attention, leaving her nothing to do but struggle and shudder as he stoked her desire higher and higher with all the helpless over- and under-stimulation...

Even when he turned off the wand and set it aside, that didn't mean he was done: he grabbed one of the nipple clamps, and before she could so much as gasp a “wait—” He squeezed it open and pulled it off! If anything the sudden rush of blood back to the aching nub hurt even worse than putting it on, and she curled her toes and groaned raggedly, twitching and shuddering when he took off the other as well. “Rrrnngh! Ow!”

“Now that you've had some time to realize how powerless you are... I think you owe me for all that pleasure.”

The way he rolled her over and lifted her up onto the table like an object made her blush almost as much as what he wanted to happen next; her hips quivered in jealousy, not that squirming did any good with her belt still secure! Lying on her stomach on the table put her head right around perfect height, too, and she moaned as he tugged his shorts and boxers off to show her just what all that toying with her had worked up on his side. “Nnnhh not fair...”

“Do something about it if you don't like it,” he said, pausing just a moment to let her twitch in her bondage and feel how futile any such attempt would be. Then he grabbed on to one of her horns, not that she could turn her head away to begin with, let his length nudge against her cheek. “Or just be a good dragoness and open wide.”

Adhara groaned and struggled, but it was more to feel the rope he was pointing out than actual resistance, and when he told her to open up, she did, blushing hot and panting a breath before he put himself in her way. She closed her maw around him and began to work, but she couldn't bob her head because of the horn ropes so his hips were in complete control of just how much of him she had to suckle on! And he immediately made that as much of him as he could get into her mouth, letting her work her tongue and suck for a long few moments before he couldn't keep himself from starting to thrust.

Then it was out, in, back and forth, all that slippery sensation across her lips and tongue doing wonders for him while her own empty insides ached in envy beneath her chastity belt! Her hands twisted against her tail, her toes curled, and the only sensation for her was the continuing tender pressure of ropes squeezing her breasts instead of all the amazing pleasure he was getting from her effort... What a horrible and intensely arousing tease! She moaned again, muffled by his dick, but his soft growls and obvious enjoyment soon had her focusing properly on what she was doing. Steady suckles, pressure and friction against her tongue, keeping her lips pressed tight, having to lie there totally trapped to let him set the pace and just keep up as best she could! All that lust and none of the ecstasy, just making sure he got all he could handle and more, panting when she had a moment to breathe, sucking, eyes closed and whole body quivering in tension and denial. He gave her soft sounds of encouragement, held on to both of her horns as if the ropes weren't doing enough already!

She made a frustrated needy muffled noise and kept going. Submit to the bondage, to the dragon, be good and make him cum and wish she could cum, nnngh was he really going to make her wait even more even after she did this for him? He growled again, picked up speed, and she tried to prepare for the coming load; with how much he'd been enjoying rigging and teasing her, he didn't make her wait long! He held her still more firmly and thrust, thrust, pushed himself as deep as he could and held her there while she did her best to swallow and keep up, her whole bound body twitching... then he was done and his grip went slack, fingertips sliding gently from horn, to cheek, and he stayed there for a few long moments for her to suckle him clean before pulling out again, breathing hard.

“Mmmm. Good dragoness... Perhaps... not such a brat, after... phew.” He cast about for a chair and slumped into one, watching her, while she twitched and rolled her hips against the table and groaned in need.

“Lucky... dragon... A gentleman would say I get to have a turn now!” she managed to pant out a protest after she swallowed the remaining drool and cum, but the instant she tried to struggle the brutal hogtie defeated her and she went limp too despite still trembling in need.

“That may be true... but... all I need to do is remind you that you like this. You bought the chastity set after all... You like the tight bondage... Mmmm.” She blushed, but didn't deny it. “Quite the dragoness... Into such fun things... Very pretty... very... distinctive...”

The praise caught her off guard—particularly to receive it while in such a helpless state!—but a dragon liked her compliments, and she just blushed again, wiggling her fingers and huffing a little. As much as she loved these super tight ties, a sub could only stay in them but so long, and she was definitely starting to feel it in her arms.

“You know, this past weekend I... went with a friend to a big, exclusive party. It had this... art gallery, and in the collection...”

Adhara blinked, caught very, very off guard. What was he talking about? Did he mean— But—

“There was this painting, of a dragoness. A real dragon, I mean, not an anthro. She looked just like you.”

Ice rolled up Adhara's spine, her eyes widening. How had he found out? How—how had he even seen the painting, it was in her parents' gallery, and the only events they would have held would have been for truedragons only! Had he been keeping the same secrets from her? The ropes felt tighter than ever, now that she had a reason she might not actually want to be in such a strict hogtie!

“Adhara... are you a dragon?”

She shivered. She'd imagined getting asked that question by people before, but she'd never imagined getting asked it while chaste, hogtied, and this horny! Why did he have to ask her now? “Are— Are you?” she countered to try to stall.

He took her deflection as the answer he sought—and yet somehow he seemed almost more flustered than she did! “There's no way— I can't— This whole time I've been tying up an Abronia? And the family heir no less?” His eyes shot wide open. “I've been locking you in chastity! Don't you know what that means in families like yours? Your parents could actually kill me!”

Her own snout was flushed for several reasons by now, and she briefly wrenched her arms and legs, still intensely immobilized. How could he be the one acting so panicked when she was stuck in this hogtie while he figured out her most closely held secret? She wasn't even certain yet how to react, with submission and arousal weighing on her so heavily. She was shocked, yes, but he was also a close friend she'd known for years, a friend she'd trusted to tie her up or lock her up so many times before without ever coming to harm—but he also hadn't known who she was all that time! “Can you just—ngh—untie me so we can talk about this?” She thought briefly about shifting form, where she'd surely have the size advantage even if he transformed too, but didn't think she could maintain concentration with her heart pounding like this.

He flinched, practically jumping out of his chair. “Yes, of course! Sorry. Adhara. My lady.” He put her back on the floor and went right to work, but undoing all those ropes might take as long or longer than getting her into them!

She flinched and blushed even more. Getting called a title like that while in such a powerless position made her feel very odd indeed. “You don't need to call me that,” she said, and let her cheek sag to the floor when he untied her horns and she could relax her neck. “You're still my friend,” she added, loyally.

Markan's fingers fumbled with the next set of knots. Was he shaking? “Yes but—but you're from one of the big names, I'm a nobody! Getting to join the Calvera entourage for a party was supposed to be my big break, then we get to the house and I see that painting of you and I was so shocked I could hardly stammer a word for like an hour! Not to mention how much your patterns look like your mom's, apparently. It was not an impressive showing from me,” he said, managing to unwind the ropes around her tail, then to the relief of her arched back he finally opened up the hogtie itself, letting her slump flat to the floor.

Adhara groaned gratefully, trying to collect herself. She at least recognized the Calvera family as being the nearest high family to her parents, making their lair over on the eastern shore, but she couldn't have guessed how relations stood between them—not that poorly, she supposed, if any of them had been invited to the manor for an event. “So, you work for the Calveras?” she asked, partly hoping that he'd calm down if he spoke some more, partly to keep stalling and figure out what she could tell him herself. Strange how she felt more trusting of being put in bondage like this than talking about her own relations!

“Yeah. Mostly low-level stuff, keeping an eye on anyone who comes through the area, monitoring the local social haunts, gathering information,” he said while he freed her toes, which she hadn't realized were that sore until she could wiggle them properly. “Not—not that I've been spying on you! I didn't know, I had no idea you were someone to keep an eye on until... And I still won't tell Derenak about you!” he tripped over his tongue a few more times, and tried to busy himself with more knots to untie on her legs so she could unbend them. “But trying to be thorough and work my way up the ladder a little.”

There was another, crucially important question she had to ask since her roommate had originally introduced the two of them, though she dreaded the answer. “...does Marie know?”

“No,” he said, and she made a little groan of relief, though maybe that was the ropes loosening around her knees so her blood could pump far more easily. She was starting to shiver, too, as all the energy of her struggle burned off, and the conditioned air felt cold against her hide. “Does she know about you?”

He'd seemed truthful so far, assuming she wasn't being far too trusting of someone who'd just said he tried to spy on other dragons. “Yes, she knows. Oh, at last...” she said, able to get her legs apart, and she shook them a little to loosen them up. Now just her arms and her poor chest to get free, and he helped her up into a sitting position so it'd be easier to unwind the coils around her body.

“Well, what about you?” he asked as he carefully untied her tender achy breasts. While before he'd openly ogled them, now he seemed almost shy to look at her, she noticed. “What have your parents been having you do? Lots of big business to arrange and dragons to meet? ...if you don't mind my asking, that is,” he said, still so meek compared to his usual demeanor.

She hesitated for a long time: should she tell him? Well, she'd given a true enough answer to her escort to the Clearinghouse –and to Lady Kilmarock—a few weeks back and thus her reasons were likely spreading from dragon to dragon already. But he was still her friend... would that mean more to him than his family's allegiance? Or did it mean he might be open to switching sides, if she had better opportunities to offer? It was still hard to think, as he'd paused for a few moments to coil up the rope he'd just untied, and her arms were still completely immobilized behind her back, she felt when she wiggled them a little, restlessly, and the uselessness of it made her want to sink back into subspace...

She was still horny, too, under that chastity belt!

“...hiding,” she finally said. She wanted to be open to her friend. “Avoiding responsibility... Wanting to live where people just see me for me. Not as... well, the way you've been acting since you asked me. We were having so much fun until you knew after all... My name always comes with so much baggage.”

He froze for a moment, hands on her tail where he'd been starting to loosen the cinch holding her wrists against it; he shifted his grip to hold her forearms and gave them a teeny shake. “What, so I should keep you tied up? Change up the tease so the big rich fancy dragoness has been captured by some goon of a rival family? All the trouble you'll be in when I deliver you to my boss?”

Adhara squirmed, flexing her fingers, and huffed at him. “You've hardly shown the courage for that so far!”

“Are you just trying to lighten me up, or are you really bratting for more?” he said, finally sounding a bit more like himself. “Either way I gotta let your arms out, this is too tight to keep you in any longer. Surprised you haven't told me about tingles already. Unless the dragon half is helping with that?” He started untying her wrists at last. “Though I guess you didn't get near as much tease as I could have— In fact if you're wearing a chastity belt this often, your family's gotta have one of the chastity belts they give their heirs, why aren't you in that? It's not like you're not into it.”

Her snout flushed bright again. “Would you believe my mom hated it so much that she decided they'd never even tell me about it, and I only finally found out about that stuff, like, a few months ago? Besides them controlling me wouldn't be any fun at all compared to the stuff I get to do with you and Marie and other friends! Gah—” As soon as her arms were finally untied she flopped onto her back, arms flung out to either side.

“I guess it's no surprise the brat is a little rebellious,” he said, tossing a woven blanket over her, which she gladly snuggled into. “But still, um. It still makes holding your key really dangerous. For me. It'd be a huge scandal for both of us if anyone found out, might even cause a conflict, if your parents insist on defending your honor.”

Adhara reached between her legs and rubbed, groaning, claws bouncing off her belt for the fiftieth time that day. “That's what the chastity is doing!”

“Yes but I have the key, not them! Dragons wouldn't know that you asked for it, that it was just... well, not innocent fun but you know what I mean. They'd think I was keeping you locked up so you could only get relief from me, so I could abuse my way into a line I wasn't worthy of... I'd get kicked out of the Calvera's organization at least, if your mom didn't just eat me.”

“Don't call yourself not worthy,” she huffed at him, her tail thumping on the floor. “You've always been a—a good friend, I'm sure you're a respectable dragon.” She'd almost said perfect gentleman, which anyone else would surely not have thought applied to most anything he'd done to her that day, or indeed on dozens of prior occasions taking exactly as much advantage of her as she wished.

He sighed a little. “While the compliment is appreciated, that doesn't change what everyone else would think of a dragon with no influence. A dragoness like you, having surrendered to a dragon like me? In the most extreme case, your parents accuse the Calveras of having engineered the situation to steal you from them and my boss has to choose whether to gamble on starting a war that's caught the family totally by surprise—which I doubt he'd do even with the opportunity to get his claws on you—or disavow me as a form of apology. That said, if you ever wanted to do me the biggest favor of all time to help me gain a little more notoriety with him, you could let me introduce you to Derenak sometime.”

Adhara made a face. “I'm really not looking to contend with some fancy dragon trying to court me right now. ...or after I get unlocked, for that matter.”

“It'd be funny to imagine, though. He shows up at your house, ready to impress, only for Marie to answer the door and go nuts while he's wondering why on earth he's been told to find a noble dragoness here. —so you're the reason she's so into dragons!” he said, clicking his claws together.

“I just wish she'd find more reliable sources instead of thinking action movies are accurate. She thinks it's all secret clan wars and intrigue and dragons constantly turning on each other for just a bit more gold.”

“I mean it's not that far from the truth, or at least depending on the dragon. Like how a little chastity play could start a clan war if anyone found out, and then either my boss or your mother eats me to blame me for the whole thing!”

Again with the eating people! “She wouldn't do anything so extreme! I'd tell her the situation—”

“And she'd still have to do it, for your family's reputation. I know you've been really wound up today but do be sensible...”

She rubbed between her legs some more. “And whose fault is that? Ghhhn...”

“You still like it,” he teased, then trailed off, looking apprehensive again. He hesitated, opened his mouth, closed it again, started to say something, then finally worked up the courage to ask, “would you consider... showing me your other form? Or do you want to see mine?”

Adhara winced; even for him, that felt like a step too far, when she guarded her true body so closely. But she was able to let him down gently with, “you've already seen the painting... and it might get a little cramped in here.” After a moment, she added more playfully, “also, you didn't let me cum, and that body isn't locked in chastity!”

It wasn't often she made him blush that vividly, but her gambit worked to get him to him change the subject. “Yes, I— I suppose it might get a bit dangerous for me if I encouraged you too much to transform, even if I went with you! Let's keep you in that shape... and that belt.” He flinched, fishing out her keys. “Speaking of, these really need to get out of my claws! That said... I guess I don't have to actually take your belt off, but I can give you your keys, and you can give them to Marie if you want someone to keep you in denial, anthros don't have to deal with all those undertones.” He paused, then added, “you should take the bra home too. Whether you wear it home is up to you.”

More blushing, but she made herself stop squirming and wormed an arm out from the blanket to touch him on the leg. “Hey. You won't... let this get too between us, will you? We can still hang out, play games, play bondage games? It's not like anything has actually changed. We just know things we didn't before.”

He sighed again, which made her wince, but he finally said, “I think the answer will be yes. I just... need to get used to the idea, or take a little time to remember that you're you and not... some stern lady out of the families mercilessly commanding everyone around her.” He paused and grinned down at her, then stood up. “Maybe it'd help get that into my head a little faster if I knew you weren't allowed to touch yourself for a while.”

Adhara whined when he went to get the chastity bra. “H-hey! After a tie and tease like that you're really gonna stop me getting anything?”

“It's you acting so needy that makes me want to do it to you! Maybe Marie will be nice to you, I know she likes your tits too,” he smirked, though it felt a little forced: he was trying to act normal for her, but if she called him out, it might make things even more difficult to get back to normal. “Come on, sit up.”

She huffed and playfully growled at him... but sat up and pulled the blanket down so he could put it on her. The room already felt cool, so the metal chains and bands of the bra felt even more so even with the rubber lining along the edges, and she was already kneading at the solid cups before he'd even locked it on properly; the metal chains rattled as he struggled against some lingering apprehension to connect everything. “Grrrr! This is mean... How am I supposed to get anything now!”

“Hope you can convince Marie you deserve it? Or let yourself out if you're that desperate,” he said, hurriedly tucking the keys into the pocket of her discarded shorts, “but somehow I doubt you'll do that.”

Adhara was sorely tempted; somehow how little she could feel through the bra seemed to turn her on even more than actual sensation might have, and she was still feeling the denial that had been simmering since before she even woke up!

So against all odds Adhara left Markan's house more dressed than she'd arrived, after some water and a little snack and enough small talk to reassure both of them that the day's revelations didn't seem likely to harm things between them, or at least not in the long term. Still, it had been quite a shock, and after how badly he'd stumbled all over his words with her, she hoped the usually so-confident dragon hadn't been so obviously out of his element when he attended that party!

It bothered her enough that she even sent a text to her mother meaning to make sure he hadn't made a cake of himself, though she started on a slightly different topic to see if she could sidle her way into an answer without making her mother wonder what had prompted such an inquiry about a random dragon Adhara ought never have even heard of. What do I need to know about the Calvera family? She sent the message, then started her drive home.

Traffic had picked up, but she got on the highway close enough to the bridge that she missed the worst of it; either way she spent the drive back home preoccupied with her locked metal undergarments, the roiling need they wouldn't let her do anything about, and the keys in her pocket that could change that—except that Markan had told Marie to take over keyholding and thus her roommate would be most disappointed if she found Adhara had let herself out before she got home to take them!

Marie. If she really didn't know, she was going to flip when she told her about Markan—which she was definitely going to do, not just because it'd surely be important for her to know, but because her reaction would be a good test for whether Markan had been truthful about keeping his identity secret from her, and thus truthful overall, seeing as Marie had known him longer than she had.

But those thoughts were wiped from her mind when she pulled in and closed the garage, grabbed her phone, and found that she'd received a whole chain of replies from her mother.

Their roots are deep around the bay. We've had some clashes of territory and subordinates over the years, but who hasn't, especially when they're your neighbors? They have a son a couple of years older than you, Derenak, he's a sensible dragon from what I know.

Why do you ask? Did he try to make an introduction?

He was just at one of our parties last week, so he would have seen your painting and know you're around, especially after you helped out with the Kilmarocks. He'd be a good match!

Oh dear. That wasn't what she'd been trying to say at all! And she'd kept going, clearly getting excited by her own assumption:

We'd have to play things delicately. We're usually rivals so getting onto such friendly terms could upset how the region is balanced, but it would also be a big opportunity to strengthen both of our positions. The intrigue would be THRILLING if you're up for it.

Thus followed a wall of text about their holdings and business dealings, then a web of alliances and grudges, and Adhara's stomach sank lower with every line. What nest of wyrms had she kicked with one casual question? But the worst bit of all came at the end:

I'll send you a care package with a few trinkets you can wear and others you could give to him if you hit it off. Do keep me updated on how things go. I'm so glad to see you gliding back into our side of the world this past year! I'm very excited for you.

Adhara groaned for an entirely different reason than the rest of the day thus far—exasperation—and started to type a dissuading reply, but stopped herself. If she did respond by saying that was not why she had asked, at all, then either mother would act knowing as one might when a teenager with their first serious crush denies any attraction; or she might take the denial at face value and then ask why she did bring up the topic, which Adhara had no idea how she could answer in a way that didn't invite even more questioning. So maybe it was best to leave the information there?

She could always just do nothing, and when her mother next asked, say that she'd chosen not to pursue him after all, and that would hopefully be the end of it.

Or mother would immediately pivot to suggesting other potential matches and opportunities to make an introduction—if not get father involved to apply even more enthusiastic pressure on the subject.

What a mess! Hopefully she could at least count on getting herself unlocked sometime soon for some proper relief, she thought, back to her original grumbles when she rubbed between her legs, found metal in the way, then reached by habit for a breast only to find more metal stopping her there! Her tail lashed and she writhed her hips from the denial as she tried to find a little sensation, uselessly, before getting up and heading inside.

She could be a good dragoness, even if there was every opportunity to cheat with a few unsupervised hours with her keys before Marie got home. But she'd better not have to stay this way for long!