Ladies on Top

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Femdom mini story collection

This collection contains five mini stories, each approximately 1000 words in length.

Contents

1. Bondage Statue

2. Deep Lust

3. Sensual Bondage

4. Sensual Denial

5. Serving Her Friends

6. Other stories by this author

Bondage Statue

Colin grunted, posed for Mistress Cassandra's pleasure. The dominant dragoness had had him well and truly under her claw from the day she'd met him, but Colin had never thought that she would take things so far with him. Moment by moment, day by day, his hide had become suppler and more amenable to every little thing that she could have asked of him. He was a light shade of blue with a little difference between each scale so that he had a shift in his colouration, very slightly, as the eye roamed down the length of his anthro body, though she had seen to it that even the tips of his elegantly curved, two horns gleamed.

Nothing less than the best for Mistress Cassandra.

Polishing his light blue scales so that they shone for her? Of course.

Always staying on his knees around her in her home system of caves, set up like an underground mansion? That was kind of hot.

Eating her out while in leather fetish gear? Absolutely.

Serving her friends whenever she wanted, even though that was not something he'd considered before? Mmm...

He'd never wanted to admit just how kinky he was, how horny all of it made him, though it was all what he'd wanted, even as she'd teased out the deepest and darkest desires that Colin had not even known he'd had. Maybe that was the true beauty in having a mistress, at least for him, and why he allowed her to do so much. That the sky blue, delicate-featured drake was head over heels in love with his dominant mistress too was by the by. There were more alluring things at play than the lure of romantic interest...

The party swung around him, the throng of dragons and others moving as if they were all one being, a flock of birds that always knew where those near were going to be a moment before they were there. He was bound standing, his cock, of course, hard and tied with CBT that did not hurt but also was uncomfortable, separating his nuts out within his sack, stretching the neck of his sack down a little too. That was not the main focus, however, even if his cock gleamed with the lightest, faintest hint of pre-cum too, his hard length uncut with the skin pulled up over most of the tip, his muscles lightly defined.

Yet his paws being pulled back behind his back made it so that his wide shoulders and chest were on show, pushed forward, though he was not particularly fit. That he was not overly muscular was both a benefit to him in his flexibility and something that the guests commented on.

"Cassandra will soon have him in shape."

"A little scrawny for her though, don't you think?"

"She never has a pet who is not to her liking."

He shivered. Did that mean that he would not be to her liking if he did not do something? He'd always thought that things would be fine if he served her, yet they pulled on a need inside him to do more, to be more.

For her, he could be better. But, for the time being, all that he needed to do and to be was a statue for Mistress Cassandra's pleasure.

Colin could see her moving softly through the party, the perfect host, one who moved with the tides of change. A lithe, elegant dragoness who stood head and shoulders taller than him, he supposed they would have made a comical pair if they had been partners in a more conventional sense. Yet her glittering, dark blue scales were divine, glowing with good health and all the time that she spent having her pet lotion them up, massaging her while she may or may not have allowed her pet to climax. His dick would be out so that she always had easy access to him, a rarer type of dragon who held his testis externally rather than internally, which only led to even more opportunities for her.

He whimpered, his muzzle held open with a ring gag that left him drooling, even though he did not quite feel as if he was in any place to use his muzzle in any way. His tongue hung out through the gap in the gag, wiggling back and forth as much as he tried to keep it steady.

Around his feet were spare plates and utensils, things that could be needed, but that one would have to be drawn over to see. His ankles had a metal cuff around each one with a short spreader bar hobbling him, not allowing him to move, though that left Colin in constant fear that he would tip forward.

But he had to trust her. He had to be the statue, bound and posed, poised on show. For that was his only role at the party as his jaw ached, the strapping of the gag hooked behind and over his horns. Everything was secure and in place, exactly as it was supposed to be, his throat working as he swallowed.

He didn't want to drool. He wanted to be perfect for her, the best pet that he could ever have been.

He caught her eye across the room, left in denial, wanting, his cock throbbing, drooling a little, though it was a pathetic string of pre-cum from a statue. The dragon whimpered, watching her watch him, though his mistress did not bother approaching him. He was not, at that time, the subject of her attention.

But Colin was there to provide an artistic image, a piece that others could enjoy, even if it would only be in passing. He was not bound spectacularly, but his body was there and on show, all in the best of ways as he grunted, his head forced to stay up with the posture collar around his neck. It dug into the underside of his jaw, but all was as he wanted it to be, licking his lips, trying to get her to desperately look at him, to do anything to him.

Maybe later.

Maybe.

But only Mistress Cassandra would ever get to decide that.

Until then, he was a statue on show, on display, an object.

Colin would later understand why it made his dick so hard...

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Deep Lust

"Down on your knees, sweet pet..."

Elion shivered, bowing his head, the dragon shuddering and gasping before her, his tail lifting automatically. Of course, he left his green-scaled tail up in the air, arching over his back, pointing towards the collar that was always in place around his neck, marking his place there, his position, where he belonged. It was all for him, only for him - and yet everything he had in him, of course, had to be given back to the dragoness mistress in spades.

He was small, only five feet tall, while she was just under six feet. She sat in her throne, resting her feet on his back, toes wriggling, her scales polished as if she had been dipped in burnished brass. Her hide gleamed, only because he'd been taking care of her, under her direction, for so long, her horns long and curved, out to either side of her head like those of a bull. Everything about her screamed elegance, though no more than when she was in a latex harness that framed her breasts, though she, very much so, was not an object to be taken for granted.

Her pussy was covered and all Elion ached for, so small and weak and subservient to her, was to dip his tongue into it. His lust was not to be set aside before Mistress Kelsea, grunting softly, rocking back and forth, his arse pushed up, knees digging down into the hardwood floor. It hurt, yes, but he would take anything, over and over again, just for her, all for her, always in the best of ways.

"You need it..."

Elion could smell her, his mistress smirking down at him. No one knew that they had a throne, the true nature of their kinky relationship, though, truly, he was happy with things the way they were. He didn't need to be anyone else other than who he was with Mistress Kelsea and he liked, rather a lot, just how he was always enough for her.

"You want it..."

Oh, but how she could play him, tease him, reminding him of the deep-seated need in his heart, how it burned for her. His cock was hard, but he'd been forced to get off so many times over last time she'd allowed him to orgasm that, in the end, he hadn't wanted to get off at all. With how that fucked with his head, a BDSM "mind fuck" of the consensual kind, he didn't even want to get off again, mentally, while his body ached for it.

No... No, it would be much better to simply please her, to show her just what his long, flexible tongue could do for her, slithering into her pussy, dipping in and out, letting her hump and grind onto his muzzle. He was not much of a piece of furniture for her, not in such a position, but he still loved being used as such, the best one ever for her, always.

That was what his mistress had told him. That was what Elion wanted to believe, day in and day out. He was hers to do with as she pleased and he irrevocably trusted her.

She'd never given him any reason to doubt.

He could trust her, always, absolutely, without question. And that was still the case when, finally, she allowed him up to meet her, his nose questing up her inner thighs, hardly able to believe that Mistress Kelsea was about to allow him to taste her sweetness.

"Dig deep, pet..."

She would not accept anything else from him, moaning as his tongue slithered into her latex underwear, though that was one thing in being a dragon: tongues were flexible. Tongues were also strong enough to wind behind such barriers, to quest into her pussy, dipping in, tasting her, the sweet slickness flowing over his tongue, a little clingy, yet all as he wanted it to be. For it was his experience all the same, even if he was doing it for her, his body wanting to sink lower and lower as her thighs closed around his head.

He was lower than her, submissive to her. And there was nowhere else that Elion would have wanted to be as he groaned into her pussy, losing himself in the moment. It was a kind of sub-space, yet it was unique to him, as he supposed it was for anyone, whether they were a dragon or something else entirely.

Her scent drew him in, a hint of musk, yet his world narrowed to that of her pussy as she rocked and bucked up against him. His mistress would not have said how much she needed it too, even though he knew it. It was not Mistress Kelsea's place to have to show something like that, even if a mistress was just as vulnerable with their submissive as he was with her.

It came and went in time, a two-way relationship, all as it was meant to be. But he would please her, bring her off, let her know that he had chosen right in making him her pet. He never wanted to be anywhere else except with him, always with him, whimpering, moaning, eating her out, his tongue playing over her clit, circling it repeatedly.

"Mmm... Yes..."

Yet he already knew that she was there from how her breath caught and pulled, breasts rising, though he could not look up. She had her thighs pinned too tightly around his head for that as he lapped and swirled his tongue deep into her, her folds slick and her passage velvety with the tightness of her passage. He did not penetrate her with anything other than his tongue or a toy that his mistress requested of him.

His cock may not have been big enough to please her as Mistress Kelsea groaned in orgasm, gripping his horns to force his head down, moaning out loud, climaxing on his muzzle. But her loving pet had more than enough to please her, to take her, to show her what the pursuit of lust, in such a manner, truly was. Her juices streamed wetly down his muzzle as he moaned into her, showing her just how much he loved and lusted for her, each muscle contraction pushing against him.

They were there, with one another, always.

It was right for them, the deepest of lust, passing coursing through with every beat of their hearts.

Always.

Her lust streamed down his muzzle, each drop savoured on his tongue.

"Good boy..."

Only for her.

Always for her.

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