BDSM Barn

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Submissives of the Futa Dragoness

This story contains consensual BDSM play between an anthro futa dragoness and other anthropomorphic characters. BDSM should always be practised, as with all sexual activity, in a safe, sane and consensual manner.

Mistress Auralite, more often known as Mistress Aura, stalked down the centre aisle of the BDSM barn as if she owned the place. Well, she did, the dragoness with a sway in her hips and a swing in her tail that commanded the place, though it was like no barn that would be found in a rural location. The centre aisle was concrete and, although there were stalls, the stalls on either side had a poured latex base - the best to protect the floor from exuberant damage and engage a dungeon feel where those that visited her establishment were allowed to feel...

...A little less than what they were.

The dragoness rang resplendent in purple scales, her horns white and the plate scales that ran down the front of her body, covering her breasts, though the shape of them was still there without nipples, completely. The plate scales came to an end at her crotch, though the white of them framed her dick perfectly, kept out and hard, of course, when her arousal was up, toying with those that had taken a leave of absence from reality to come into her care. In each stable, after all, there was a person or an anthro, someone who needed her attention, claws clicking ominously to ramp up their anticipation as she moved fluidly down the centre aisle.

She was not particularly tall, but Mistress Aura commanded attention, wearing boots that did not cover her toes or the claw protruding from her heel. The shiny latex matched her ensemble, however, slipping up her legs to her thighs, where it was met by the clips hanging down from her corset, which fitted perfectly. Her waist may have been tucked in, though she naturally held a slim, feminine shape. Her breasts were barely covered by the cups of the corset, but the lines of it enhanced her figure so perfectly that showing a little more was hardly by the by, not with no nipples to peak out. Of course, she didn't wear any underwear, not even crotchless, on her bottom half, her shaft out and hard, the soft sheath pulled back around the base, balls warm and throbbing for attention.

The BDSM barn was where fantasies came to life, played out in screams and moans of joy, pain and pleasure mingling, exactly as Mistress Aura intended. Sometimes those that came to her, to spend time under her commanding hand, did not want to leave, though they would have to. Her reality there was only for a select few, personal submissives that she had taken on and taken under her wing, though she chose each and every one of them with exceptional care.

It was her job to care for them, look after them, all while they filled the kinkiest of her needs.

"Who needs me today, servants?"

The dragoness smiled faintly, though her heart leapt, eyeing up the stall of a newly acquired submissive. He was interesting, a gryphon that had asked to be kept in highly restrictive bondage, so much so that the only sense that he had any use left in was touch. Perhaps a little smell, but that would be overruled by the latex closing around his beak, the breathing tubes feeding air to him as and when he needed it.

No more. No less. Exactly as was Mistress Aura's way.

The bolt slid back, but with the muffling cotton in his ears, the latex bound gryphon did not hear her. He was standing, sort of, but suspending in mid-air, his feet a few inches from the ground, though he did not know that. His entire body was shiny latex, his arms behind his back, wings bound, the restriction immense while his head was covered in something like a falcon's hood, cutting off sight as well.

He had not yet earned the right to see. Not with her.

"Hm..."

Her tail flicked back and forth, the tip heart-shaped, but there was nothing soft in her as she toyed with the controls. Her submissive, the one who had wanted such a break from reality that he had stripped everything from himself in the process, trembled, the strong ropes shivering, as the toys in his backside vibrated to life. If he moaned, the dragoness did not hear him, a butt plug crammed into his arse, large enough to grind into his prostate, though his cock was caged too, just to make sure that any orgasm he had was, oh... How did they say it those days?

Unsatisfying.

He would be milked of any cream that he managed to produce, of course, but be left unsure of what he was achieving, need rising with every false orgasm, never satisfied, hanging there until she took him down for food. Water, of course, was fed through the mask through another tube, hydration levels monitored at all times. He would be treated well, even while he was playfully tortured into broken orgasm after orgasm.

He bored her. He'd squirm there for a while as she left the stall, sliding the bolt home on leaving with a decisive scrape of metal. The dragon would have to have that oiled another time, though it was her employees there that took care of that for her. She did not bother herself with the mundane nature of her work there when she had far grander priorities in claw.

Another submissive beckoned her, this time a fetching little anthro mare. She whimpered as Mistress Aura entered her stall, her palomino coat glowing in the low light.

"What a beauty you are... Such a shame that I have to defile a bitch like you to show you your place."

The mare grunted, trying to pull back, though she wanted it too, her tail flagging, showing off the soft grey and pink of her sex, her body revealing what her mind only wanted to play at resisting. While she was there to fulfil her fantasies, her body was also a pleasure for Mistress Aura to behold, her white, silky mane braided down the length of her neck, her tail similarly, though it was also tucked up in a bob. She wouldn't have wanted, after all, to be hidden in any way from Mistress Aura's pleasure...

The mare was beautiful, but her tail was hiked and shoved out of the way to expose her gorgeous, gleaming backside for a reason, the anthro trying to hump back even then. Of course, the dildo rammed into her cunt might have had something to do with that as it vibrated, Mistress Aura having all manner of sex toys with which to tease her pleasure pets. They all lusted for it and she wanted to see them enjoy themselves too, letting go of heart-breaking reality to be someone else, their true selves, if only for a while.

"Beautiful one, you make my cock too hard..."

The dragoness crooned, wiping her dick off on the mare's backside even as she squealed, mouthing the ring gag, though her mistress had no desire to use her mouth that time. No, it was better to let her gasp out breathlessly, whimpering and moaning, as that cock powered into her arse, slow, delectable inch after inch.

"Ooohhhmmmmpppphhh..."

The dragoness laughed softly as she deflowered her backside, though she had fucked her there many times over. For all her golden appearances, the mare was a whore, a little slut of an anthro, one who needed to be fucked over and over, to have her arse stretched, her pussy filled, orgasm after orgasm heralding Mistress Aura's control over her.

"Little whore... Your arse feels as good as always. Maybe I should only fuck you here from now on? You'll get a nice, thick plug too, a gem in it, just so you remember how special your arse is to me."

The mare groaned, but Mistress Aura had her bound right where she wanted her. The mare was resting on what was some kind of breeding stand, though it was roughly cobbled together, supports for her legs and arms on either side so that she rested on her knees and forearms, as well as her belly and chest. Her breasts squashed into it, however, leaving the dragon disappointed that she could not tweak and "torture" her nipples too.

Maybe she'd have the filly bound in another way next time so that her body would be more on show. It was always a possibility... Even as she drove into her backside, stroke after stroke powering into the depths of her arse, rocking the breeding stand, which put her on the exact right stand for her mistress' cock.

She was better like that, rammed full of dick in her arse, though the breeding mare still got orgasm after orgasm from it, the dildo buzzing away, switched up to a higher setting. Mistress Aura chuffed a laugh, tail lashing the air, her need rising, eyes gleaming with feral lust.

She was right where she was supposed to be, a dragon mistress in her element, slamming in, thrust after thrust, spreading the mare's backside to the point that it would be left in a lewd gape when, finally, she pulled out. But not yet, certainly not yet with such a tight arse to pound, to thrust into, powering into harder and faster, straining through, the soft ridges on Mistress Aura's cock popping in and out.

"Yesss... Little whore, feel how big it is... Feel how it stretches you... After this time with me, your slutty arse will never be the same again."

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