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Life as a Dom in Dimash

For MelonVines and Kage Ryuukin

By Draconicon

Kage disliked the schedule that he shared with his slave, but considering that he was employed and she was yet to graduate, there wasn't much choice in the matter. She still needed her degree, and he needed the income that came with a government job to support them both. As little as they saw each other during the day, he was glad that they worked so hard to make up for it at night.

The black and purple dragon had barely set foot on the first step leading up to the front door when he heard a familiar scampering inside. The slightest smirk pricked at the edge of his mouth, but he subdued it, pretending he hadn't heard anything as he walked up the stone steps. No need to spoil the 'surprise,' after all.

Pausing at the top step at a giggle from his right, he glanced to the house next door, smiling slightly at the feline pair looking out the window at him. He waved.

"'Mama' Jinx, Mimi."

"Hehehe, heya, Kage!" the smaller one said, rolling her head upside down.

"Hello, Kage. Long day at the office?"

"Long enough. A harem dom had a mental breakdown and took all his subs with him."

The pair of them winced, and he nodded, sighing. That had been a work-load and a half. Few people were ready to work more than one or two subs at once. It'd taken all day and calling in a co-worker to nudge all the subs back to a safe place, and the harem dom would need a few weeks of Fixer treatment before he was able to feel confident enough to hold a leash again.

Still, it could be worse. The older feline waved to grab his attention again, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"You and Melon want to come over for dinner?"

"Thanks, but we have plans."

The dragon pulled a knife from his pocket, keeping it out of view from the windows, and Jinx chuckled.

"Ah, say no more. The little slut needs her playtime. Just drop in sometime before the weekend, huh?"

"Of course."

"Come on, Mimi. Time for your bottle."

As the older cat led the younger away, Kage couldn't quite muffle a little cackle of amusement. The pair of them were quite the couple, though they weren't 'together' the way that he and Mel were. Jinx was high up in the Fixer-dom community, and worked on a different level than him. At first, he'd thought that Mimi was one of her assignments, but from all he could figure out, the kitten was more of a personal project than anything else, something that Jinx handled in her off time.

They were good neighbors, though, particularly letting him get back to his slave. Which, he realized, he really should be doing. Putting the knife back in his pocket, he opened the door -

"GAH!"

And was promptly pounced by a snow leopard panther girl, her dark fur almost blending with his scales at certain points as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and then dropped to her knees, looking up at him with her tail wiggling from side to side and a pleased look on her face. Not much else, either, save for the collar and leash around her neck.

He smirked as the smell of her arousal rose to meet him, and he scritched her head with his claws before stepping inside. She smiled at him as he chuckled.

"You little rascal."

"Mmm, I like to surprise you, Master."

"Well, consider me surprised. But for now, remember your duties."

"Yes, of course, Master."

The feline nodded, leaning down and gently undoing his shoes. Kage helped her by lifting his feet when the time came, but the removal and work was down to her. Idly, he took in the details of how she worked, the smoothness of the way his shoes slipped off, followed by his sock. Impressively, she kept him standing on one foot for no more than a few seconds before his left foot was bare, and then did the same on the right. A good five seconds faster than last week.

He rewarded her with a pat on the head, and she promptly bowed down, kissing his toes and then the bulge of his pants. He chuckled.

"Good girl. How is the house?"

"Completely clean, Master! I spent all day on it when I got back from training."

"All day, hmm? Is it good for inspection?"

"All good! I stake my body on it, Master."

Hehehe, now that is just what I wanted to hear.

"Go and dish up dinner then, slave. I'll be with you in a moment with your results."

"Heehee, yes Master."

She wiggled off, staying on all fours, much to his pleasure. The dragon licked his lips at that swaying ass before shaking his head. Time for a quick house examination.

He was as quick as he was thorough, passing through the living room, the hallway, the bathroom, and the bedroom. The carpeted rooms were well-vacuumed, and the corners were dusted properly. There were a couple of places where the perfect patterns of the floor were disturbed by the pressure of paw-prints, but he could let that slide. She had done quite well, in all other areas, and he could deal with the OCD being disturbed.

The hardwood hallway was also well-tended, swept and then mopped until it shined. The lights were wiped down, and while the chandelier wasn't exactly dusted, he hadn't expected it to be. The many tinkling bits of crystal along the side were not due for a real wash until next month, and the rest of it had been wiped down.

He nodded to himself, only chalking up two points against her for one corner that had been missed and a small smear on the doorknob leading down to the basement. Better than the six that she'd had last week.

Stepping into the kitchen, he was happy to see a few fillets of fish laid on a plate, supplemented by spiced saffron rice. He sat down, took a little sniff, and then looked down at his slave kneeling beside him. The kitten looked rather hopeful, and he patted her head.

"Good girl. You microwaved it well."

"Yaaaaay! I was doing my best."

"Heh, I know. In a couple months, we'll get you started on stove cooking."

Mel nuzzled up against his hand, and he took a moment to treasure the connection. The soft warmth of her submission and trust were just golden to him.

"You served yourself as well?"

"Uh-huh. See?"

She pulled out a bowl from under the table, containing the same food that he had, though hers was cut into little pieces rather than in larger chunks. Understandable, considering that she didn't have the silverware to cut it. The cat pushed it back under the table, and he couldn't help but let out a throaty growl as she slipped under with it, particularly as she undid his pants.

That's such a good girl. The loyalty and the need for him were just two of the many reasons why he enjoyed having her under him. Whatever the differences in their schedule, she had proven time and time again that she was more than competent as a submissive.

Their meal went by slowly, with him eating his fish and her shifting between her bowl and his cock. She worked him slowly, quietly, always making sure that her tongue was busy licking him or moaning for him. By the time that his plate was empty, he was hard as he could possibly be, and dripping down onto her food to boot.

He stopped her before she could push him over the edge, however. When she mewled softly, he shook his head.

"Ah. Remember?"

"Master's pleasure...is whatever Master wills."

"Very good."

"I can't believe I keep forgetting that. It's the first rule of being a pleasure slave."

"Heh, you'll get it. You're already most of the way there."

He patted her head again before standing up, stretching out a bit before picking up the dishes. She reached out for them, but he booped her on the nose to stop her.

"Ah. Mine. You have another job."

"I do?"

"...Downstairs."

"Oooooh, right."

She winked, and dashed off, leaving him shaking his head a few times.

"Hehehe. Such a silly slave. But a good one."

It didn't take long to wash the plate and bowl, and even less time to wash the silverware. But in that short time, he could hear the crashes and thuds of their equipment getting moved around downstairs, and knew that it would all be ready by the time that he was done.

He took his time, both putting the dishes away and then walking down the stairs. The dragon had set up a few ideas for Mel to surprise him with, and he wondered which his slave would pick. She'd been eager for all of them, so it could be any.

However, there was one slight annoyance. As he walked down the steps to the basement, he spotted a number of pieces of trash, as well as dust that had been slung here and there. It seemed that the spotless hallway had come at a slight price, and he shook his head a few times, adding two points to the kitten's total for what would happen tonight.

At the bottom of the stairs, he turned, and smiled.

"Well, now, that is a good choice."

His slave beamed brightly as she knelt beneath a set of suspension bondage straps, her wrists and her ankles already equipped with the leather manacles and anklets to tie her up properly. He walked over to her, his cock still throbbing out of his zipper, and the dragon picked her up, kissing her on the lips. She moaned under him, and he growled deep in his chest, enjoying the soft yelp that came as he bit her lip.

"Gooooood girl."

"Mmmph...Master..."

"Heh, you're ready."

He carefully lowered her into the straps, wrapping them around her and clipping her into place. She squirmed and mewled the whole time, wriggling about as soon as she was tied in, but he knew that it was all play. She wanted it. She always wanted it. She just liked teasing him and riling him up.

And god, did it work. The way that she shimmied and shook made everything bounce in such a lovely, arousing way. His growl came back again, echoing in his chest as he looked her over. Soft breasts, rounded hips, fur that was soft enough to calm a cub...

It made him want to break her.

He smiled as he slowly lowered his pants to the ground, watching as her toes curled and she tried to spread her legs even wider. The straps supported her from beneath her back, and under her shoulders, keeping her from falling down, and her arms were tied up over her head with a link of chain through the d-rings on her manacles.

"You look so delicious."

"Mmm, thank you...Master...Please..."

"Hehehe. Please what, slave?"

"Please...Please, take me..."

"Not yet, slave. I brought a treat for both of us."

"A treat? Oh, please -"

"Ah-ah-ah."

He smacked her ass, hard enough to make a crack echo out throughout the room. She gasped and whimpered, a red handprint showing through her fur for a moment before fading away again. Even in the low light of their little dungeon, he could see she was already dripping, and if it wasn't for the bondage holding her back, she would be begging for more.

"First, I'm going to warm you up...properly."

He walked around her, going to their wall of toys. Floggers lined the top shelf, but they weren't what he was in the mood for today. He reached further down, running his fingers along the whips he'd inherited from his uncle. No good for his current slave - not at the moment, anyway - but below that...

Kage smiled as he pulled out the dragon tail, a toy that he'd bought just recently for their playtime. Thick and heavy at the base and narrowing to a tapered point, it was a halfway thing between flogger and whips. He held it up, raising it over his head before bringing it down with a thunderous CRACK! Mel yelped, her breath immediately shifting from even to panting, and she whimpered, wriggling more.

"M-master! Please!"

"Oh, you're going to get it...you're going to get everything tonight."

He walked back in front of her, stroking the wide base of the tail against her. She shivered under him, her fur standing out and puffing out like a wild cat in fear of its life. Except she wasn't afraid. Not when she was dripping like that, the little slut.

He forced himself to breathe evenly, to betray none of his own need. There'd be time for that when he was in her, but for now...

CRACK!

The first smack lashed out over her ass, just at the middle of the left cheek. She jumped, setting the straps to swaying under her as she yelped.

CRACK!

Another one, another yelp from her as two red marks bloomed along her ass cheeks. Kage grunted, the marking, the sight of his power being worked on her. Oh, it felt good. It felt so good.

The dragon tail was heavy, making it hard to slam down fast, but he made it happen. The cracking of the tip against her ass and her thighs made her scream, her yelps turning into shrieks in short order. She dripped constantly, her body betraying her true needs to him with its constant dribbling, her eyes going wider and wider with each successive smack. The smell in the room of flesh, sweat, and sex only made him harder, and he growled as he lifted the toy...and then lowered it.

"Master...why...why..."

"You're too close, little slut."

He coiled the dragon tail slowly, even though he wanted to throw it on the floor and then ravage her. No, he could be controlled. He had to be controlled. Control was the only way that he wouldn't hurt someone so small.

The dragon walked over to his slave, his breath coming hotter, his cock throbbing so hard. He could feel the dribbling of his pre running down, knowing that he was going to take her and ravage her to within an inch of her mind breaking. He knew he could do it. He had done it to others, pushed them to the breaking point so often that he knew exactly where to stop, and where to keep going. Hers was near the surface now, almost where he could shatter it completely.

He stood between her legs, his cock resting against her sex, the head of his cock nudging her clit. She whimpered, little micro-spasms grinding her against him, but he knew she wouldn't break yet. She'd been trained too well to impale herself before getting the order. Instead, she looked up at him with pleading eyes, a half-open mouth, her lips shaking and her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Most of all, he knew that half of the reaction was trained. Her teachers were making her a very good pleasure slave, giving her all the right reactions, but he was the one to bring them out. Kage stroked a claw down her thigh, watching the fur part for it, feeling her shudder. She tried to pull her legs in, but the straps kept her from doing any such thing, leaving her body open for him to play with.

"You were very good, but even good girls have bad moments."

He reached into his pocket.

"Tonight, it's four. Do you understand, slave?"

"Four punishments. I understand, Master...please...Please...punish me."

"Oh, I will."

He did exactly what he promised, pulling the knife out of his pocket. He turned it precisely, watching the light reflect off of the blade and over the kitten's eyes. Her eyes went wide, her breath catching in her throat as he tossed it in the air, and then caught it on its way down, the blade an inch over her stomach.

"Four mistakes. Four cuts."

The first was along her thigh, carefully placed to avoid the arteries. He drew it like the red line of a marker, dragging it from her hip all the way out to her knee. The blood didn't start flowing through the thin cut until he was halfway there, and it dribbled through her fur, leaving dark stains in the coat.

The second was the same on the other leg, drawn slowly up along her flesh until she was shivering, dripping, gasping at the end of it. He turned the blade wiping the flat along her belly, before looking over her body for his next target.

She never stopped whimpering, never stopped shivering, and most especially never stopped drooling. A string of it ran from her lips to her jawline, and more than that dripped from her sex. He didn't need to look down to know that she was still horny. All he had to do was breathe, tasting her arousal in the air.

Her right breast, he decided. The knife came down, the flat nudging against her nipple. She gasped, a soft whine coming from her throat as he twisted it around. He let her think for a moment that it would be there that he'd cut, that he'd leave her with a notch out of her more sensitive part. The slight fear mixed with her trust...it would have left him panting if it wasn't for his own training.

Instead, he turned the knife, giving a slow, curved cut along the top of her right breast. It oozed slowly, blood flowing down into her fur.

The last cut, he decided, would be somewhere more interesting. He stepped back, again using the flat of the knife to trace along her body, this time around her sex. She gasped, going completely still, her eyes wide and focused on him. Again, in that soft gaze, he saw trust. She was deep in submission, but her loyalty ran deeper. She loved him, trusted him with everything.

And he loved her for it.

The last cut went low, a light connection between her first welt and her last along her ass. And with that, he could no longer hold back.

Kage sheathed the knife, and then sheathed himself, growling as he took her properly. It would only be the first of the night, but he intended on making it memorable for the both of them.

The End