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Lert grinned as he watched the slight burnished copper dragoness squirming in the chair across from him, her vibrant red eyes were lowered and staring at her paws instead of at him, her entire body tensed and ready to bolt. They were always ready to bolt, they always seemed about to give up their idea entirely and run away before he ever had a chance to discuss things with them. And that's what made it so delightful, there was always that edge of fear at the very start before they really understood. He could almost taste it on the air, his tongue flicked out lightly and watched as she jerked back a little and flushed hotter. The edging of her scales turned nearly black at the base with the adorable blush and she moved her hands off the table and dropped them in her lap out of sight. That only made her breasts stand up in the air a bit higher, a shift that exposed the lovely body as she leaned backwards and fidgeted.

She was a beauty, far lovelier than the normal fair that came through here, but that was his own eyes that judged her. Many might have called her mousey, but that was only because she was wearing more conservative clothing. Not quite business clothes, but they were professional looking in their own way. A loose blue-black blouse hugged her upper body, bringing out the horns and spines along her neck, they hugged around her warm soft breasts that were high and tight. There was a subtle curving beneath her body, but not the more traditional hourglass figure that others wanted, there was just a bit too much leanness to her, but he wanted to know what she looked like without her clothes. He wanted to know if she was what he believed she was, if she would have the body of a dancer instead of one of those small plush feminine ladies that came here. He had always enjoyed the dancers, they were so graceful, malleable, disciplined.

"I.. don't know how to start." The dragoness spoke softly, looking at her hands, she was fiddling with her loose pants, he could see it by the way her arms shifted and moved about. Lert lifted his head and leaned forward, his eyes lingering over her.

"You don't?" He queried lightly and inclined his head a little bit. "Perhaps you should begin with your name, my lady."

"Ah... Ja... Jewel, you can call me Jewel." She changed her answer mid moment, and he bared his teeth in a wicked grin that showed every last one of his teeth.

"Alright.... Jewel." She was giving him a fake name, which meant that she was worried her name would give something revealing. "What brings you to the The Guild?"

"Experience. I just.. want the experience." She looked even more nervous, embarrassed and he leaned away, letting her have some space as he settled back.

The Guild was a place that was both renowned and a secret all at once. The front of the shop was just that, a normal shop front, albeit the display in the windows were a bit more erotic than the rest of the windows on the Market street. They were a bit more extreme, lending towards leather and chains both, but that would have been dismissed in that particular area of town, were it not for the fact the rest of the store fronts were closed down. They only held bits of advertising in the windows for events or clubs or concerts. The entire block looked closed, as if no one could afford to keep their shops open during the hardships that went through the entire city, but that wasn't the truth. The city knew it, the people knew it, the state knew it. They had all been bought out, the shops joined together and remodeled from the inside so that they all became a part of The Guild.

It was a sprawling building that now created many rooms all together past the sales room, all of them with different themes, different intentions, different opportunities for those that wished to come past the front room and see more. The owner, a rather elegant and exotic gryphon, prided himself on creating a world that was safe for those who wished to enjoy bondage, domination, submission, but wanted to have a 'safe' place to enjoy it. Not looking for partners on craigs list, or going to clubs where the idea of being 'safe' was hoping the partner you chose would be one that would listen to a safe word, that knew when to stop. It was a place where those that were hired on, boasted reputations in the community as being reliable, experienced, able to handle even the newest person competently.

It bordered on being a brothel, save, they didn't charge of anything except their 'classes', and the city was content not really exploring what those classes were. They turned a blind eye rather than confront the questionable kinks that went on in the Guild. The owner paid more than he owed in taxes, made sure that they had all the proper codes, and never charged those members of government who came to sample what they did. They were able to offer an 'education' that no where else in the world could boast, and those that were hired on, like Lert, found an outlet for their passion as well as quite a lovely little pay check on the side. Not that he was concerned about the money, it was an interesting perk, but he would have done this for free, and he had in the past.

"So, you have never had any experience with something like..." He gestured to the room in general, the collars and whips, the floggers and restraints, the masks and medical supplies that were stored here as overstock.

"No." Jewel hunched her shoulders a little, leaning forward with her eyes flicked towards the table . "I had heard, that you could learn about such things here."

"Ahhh that is quite true." He conceded, his lips twitched in a hint of a smile. "Of course, I normally handle those who have... a touch more experience."

"I had heard you were very umm... you were very understanding." She faltered a little and he watched that heat crawl higher. "One of my friends spoke highly of you."

"Really now." He purred, mentally flicking through who had come to him recently. "Well, and what would you look to experience, lovely Jewel. Do you dream of being under my control?"

"Yes." She kept her eyes on the table, so adorably vulnerable. "I have never done anything like this..."

"Do you like pain?" He tilted his head a little and watched her give the slightest nod. "What sort of pain?"

"I.. don't know. Sometimes I like being bitten, and I like claws on my back." She was squirming with discomfort, she didn't like admitting it aloud, he could see that immediately.

"Ahh that is something. We will experiment then and see what you enjoy. You understand that I will hurt you, that I will tie you up, yes?" He queried carefully, his eyes watching her intently.

"Yes." That word was whispered, he could almost smell her fear and lust mingled together, she wanted this, but the rules of the house were absolute.

"Good, I will give you the release paper work, you will return tomorrow with it signed, will you not, lovely Jewel?" He put a purr to his voice as he pulled out the sheets of paper. "You will not fail me, will you?"

The papers were to cover the establishment, too many times a girl would say she didn't want something when she had asked for it in the heat of passion. This place wasn't a seedy club that counted on the fact that they moved often to hide what happened behind closed doors. It was run with as much legality and protection for those that worked here as possible, and that included a 24 hour period between when someone signed up to when their appointment was held, and paper work detailing what was going to happen. There was no such thing as a dom out of control here or one that was a pure sadist, there were rules. Safe words, gestures, everything that allowed a sub to stop what was happening if it became too much or not what they wanted. It was important, required, it was something that was absolutely obeyed by every person that wanted to become a part of The Guild.

As he led Jewel out, his eyes lingered on her, she would return. Some didn't after they read through the papers they were given, but this one would. She would return and she would be his. His tail tip started to twitch in anticipation, it would be a long wait before she came back, but he would be waiting. He already knew what he would do with her, what he would teach her, show her, introduce her to. He just had to wait until tomorrow to do it, for today, he had a regular to tend too and take out some of his frustration on.

~ ~ * ~ ~

_I can't believe I'm doing this, I really shouldn't be doing this, I should just go home right now and.... _ Joshiphine, Jewel, did her best to try and talk herself out of being at the Guild, but that didn't make her stand up or leave.

She sat in a soft silk robe that a handsome little squirrel had given her to wear, and did her best to keep herself from looking too nervous. She was nude beneath it, she had been told to undress, but now she felt silly and exposed despite the fact that the silk effectively covered her neck to knee. She looked down at her neatly trimmed claws and looked to the side where she'd placed the papers. They had been... informative. She had come here expecting to have the drake she met grab her and pin her to the wall, to enforce his will upon her before she had even a chance to say her name, but he hadn't. She had gone home with sheets of paper that outlined what The Guild was about.

She was impressed by the way they handled thing. The paperwork carefully avoided any mention of sex or penetration or anything really sexual. It talked about some of the tools used in any given scene, what they were fore, if they created a thudding sensation, a stinging sensation, cutting sensation. It also outlined an entire paragraph about what safe words and gestures were, things that could be used to signal when things had gone so far and she wanted things to stop. It was... interesting and a strange way to do business, but she came here with more information than she had originally had, but she had still come. She hadn't turned away even with the information given.

Jewel looked around the room, seeing the clean polished wooden walls, the paleness of them making them a pale gold with patterns created by the natural whorls and swirls of the grain. The floor was a darker wood, polished and gleaming under her bare claws as she licked her lips a little bit and tried to keep herself from looking at the large bed that was tucked away in one corner, the dark gold sheets were clean and neat, there were pillows, but no covers. There would be no sleeping in a bed such as that, not with the rings set on each of the four posts, the gleaming steel and the leather straps that hung from them so restraints could be attached. She didn't know why there were more rings on the ceiling...

She stiffened slightly the moment the door opened, the sound of the well oiled hinges was almost silent, but the sound of claws on the wooden floor was not. She jumped up onto her feet, almost too fast, and turned to see Lert padding into the room with a grin on his fine golden features. The moment she saw him, she felt her heart starting to pound faster. He was... handsome, powerful and strong. The gold scales were dark burnished color along his back and sides, his underside was paler and finder, shading towards darkness at the base of the plated scales. He was muscular, honed until he looked like a warrior even in this day and age, something that was reinforced by the fact he was far more heavily armored than most drakes she had seen.

The thick heavy ridges of silver-grey ran along the back of his neck and spine, each one polished and smoothed out until they nearly glowed. His large horns weren't straight and single, they split at the tips like a deer's antler, unique among dragons and a sign of virility. More spikes, short ones, ran along the curve of his broad jaw, each one sharp and wicked looking, drawing her eyes. But it wasn't the spikes that had her take an involuntary step back, it was the fact he was nude. Entirely nude, his red-orange eyes brightened as he purposefully moved towards her, a graceful slow step that rolled the muscles beneath the scaling. His eyes were fever bright and eager as he tilted his head to one side and look at her.

"So, you return." He purred the words, making Jewel suck in a breath and flush, she nodded her head.

"I did." She licked her lips, she didn't know what to do. She felt awkward, scared, aroused and confused all at once.

The drake carefully closed the door behind him, the sound of a soft clicking noise signaled the fact that the bolt was thrown home. She jumped at the sound, she couldn't stop herself, and she was rewarded with a low purr of laughter. It made her shiver, almost feeling the purring sound sliding along her spine. Her breathing came out faster as he moved towards her, slowly, not trying to startle her as she watched him. She was ready for anything, half ready to bolt out of the room and call it all off now that the drake was in the same room with her. Her cheeks were hot and she felt light headed, shrinking away when he came close enough that he could have touched her, but he only responded with an inclination of his head.

"Be at ease, I'm not going to attack." He murmured softly and let a smile cross his muzzle, his features softening. "I'm not here to hurt you."

"Yes you are." She whispered the words, saying it made a thrill run down her spine. She'd always enjoyed a bit of pain in sex, always enjoyed a brush of claws or teeth, the ache afterwards a pleasant reminder of what had been done.

"Yes, but it's not really pain for you, is it?" He murmured softly, his attention focusing entirely on her.

She shook her head, it wasn't pain, at least not the way she thought of it. When there was sex involved, things became so blurred, but it had always been normal. It had always been acceptable and this certainly wasn't acceptable or normal, far from it. If anyone knew she was here, anyone from her work, she could only imagine what they would say to her when confronted with just how deep her passions went. But it wasn't others she thought about when he came close enough to lift a paw and brushed just beneath her chin, his fingers teasing the edges while his other hand moved to slide along her silk covered hip. He was taller than she was, more powerfully built, more confident as he came in close enough that she felt him brushing against her, nearly running himself against her chest and belly.

"Then let us begin, or will you flutter and shy away like a bird?" He murmured softly, tilting his head down quite close to her own, his lips nearly brushing against her muzzle. "I think there is too much fire hiding there to turn you into a frightened bird, my Jewel."

He spoke her name with a taunt, daring her to shy away as his hand on her hip slid towards the rise of her belly, just where the silk of her robe snugged closed. She felt the fingers brushing the material open, his eyes locking with her own, making her meet his gaze instead of looking down. It was a challenge, the sort that called to her from the depths of her nature, to a time when they were not so cultured, not so tame. He let out an approving growl before his hand on her belly moved up and to one side, sliding the silk robe off her body so that she felt the bare touch of his scaled chest against her breasts when he moved forward. He paced in a dancing movement, drawing her into the motion by sliding his hand along her hip, his eyes brightening with anticipation and hunger both. She knew she should be afraid of that look, but all she felt was an answering need deep in her fluttering heart. This was what she had been waiting for.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Lert savored the way that Jewel was trembling in his hold, he loved when they were like this. Afraid, but eager, so many came here and were simply afraid, as if they were convinced he was about to rape and ravage them. He had to go carefully and slowly to draw them out of their shell, making them realize that what he was offering wasn't pain, but a way to explore something entirely new and different. With those, he had to go as carefully as he could, inch by inch to lure them, to teach them, to make sure they didn't find themselves too scared, but not this dragoness. She was afraid, but oh how she was anticipating what was going to happen. He could feel it in her body, see it in the way that she met his eyes boldly.

He had no qualms about sliding her robe off her, feeling the softness of her body sliding against his own, the press of her chest against them, the heart beat that fluttered against him made him croon in approval before he moved his hands down towards her hips and gave a light squeeze. He moved her backwards, step by step he forced her back while his hands moved to glide upwards towards her shoulders, keeping his own body under control. He wasn't going to let her know the power she had over him, the way her body called to him in a more primitive way than his games. If he had his way, he would have gleefully enjoyed her body before she had earned it, but that wasn't why he was here.

"I'm going to tie you up, girl." He whispered softly into her ear as he pushed her backwards, his eyes flicking up to the ceiling. "Something as lovely as you needs to be captured to be savored, free you are beautiful, but your beauty is so fleeting, something that might slip free."

"I don't need-" She started, her eyes flickering as he felt another delightful shiver running through her body.

Lert let out a low laugh and reached down to catch her wrists in his larger hands, his lips curling back to show his teeth in a wicked smile. "You are not here to tell me what you need, you are here to obey, girl. You are mine now."

"I-" She started to speak again, but he let out a warning growl, heat starting to fill his chest as he watched her work her jaws several times and then close them, the flush on her cheeks darkening even more.

The drake brought her hands up over her head, pulling them higher and higher as he stood up on his tip toes and forced her body to strain as it stretched upwards. There were restraints that hung from the ceiling, balanced on a large metal bar that was set on a pivoting point that could be turned around easily. Leather cuffs hung down, too high, perhaps for her, but that was part of the point to put her in a helpless pose where he had more control over her. She squirmed against him, her body arching and wriggling as he worked the cuffs around her slender wrists, able to buckle them without looking, though her own eyes were drawn upwards as she stood with her toes just barely touching the ground, her tail was used to take most of her balancing weight, albeit awkwardly.

Once both of her wrists were buckled into place, he stepped away and ran a hand along the curve of her belly, watching as her breathing started to come faster. She was stretched out, her back bowed enough that her breasts stood out invitingly in front of him, making him give into the urge to slide his hands upwards to caress right beneath the round orbs, feeling the softer scales that ran along the undersides. He teased his fingers upwards, running towards her nipples, making Jewel let out a noise, almost a protest as she tried to squirm backwards. Her eyes flashed, outrage hinting there and he grinned at her, locking his gaze with her own and daring her to protest such a small touch, to deny him her body when he had just started.

"I am your Master, I have no name here, you have no name here, you are what I make of you, mold you into it, train you to be." He started out as he always did, walking around her with his tail caressing along her legs. "You will earn liberties here, and lose them, with your disobedience."

The dragoness nodded her head, albeit a little rapidly, and he moved entirely around her and circled to her front again, padding towards one section of the wall. He could feel her eyes on him and he curved his neck as he passed a paw right along a spot on the wall that had a small sensor embedded into it. The smooth wood opened up with a soft hissing sound, the door sliding backwards to reveal the large walk in closet that was built into all of the rooms within the Guild. The lights were dim, not bright enough that she could see clearly what was hidden in the compartment, but he knew what was there. It would lose the edge of fun if she knew all of what was in there, for one thing, and for another it might frighten her as some of the more extreme toys that were used with those that knew what they wanted.

He played up what she could see, running his hands over the floggers like they were old friends and in a way they were. He had custom ordered all of them, from the light deer hide flogger with broad thin tails to the thick heavy kangaroo hide one that he preferred to use on those that could take a bit of marking. They weren't all natural, some were rubber, others were light metal, like a metallic pom pom, though that had a special use. He watched her flinch and squirm as he stroked them, lifting them up one at a time, sliding the tails through his fingers, lifting them so that she could see. Even as he played out the scene that he had done a hundred times, it never lost its appeal. The eyes widening and narrowing, the squirm and shifting, the fingers balled up and the slight tremors that ran down her spine.

"We have to start out slowly with you, don't we?" He crooned as he picked a light one, the broad tails nearly two inches long and light to the touch. "We don't want to hurt you, not yet, we want to see what you enjoy."

"Yes..." She licked her lips, her eyes brightening as he ran the floggers tails through his fingers, letting them drop and swing back and forth. "That one."

He could taste the faint scent of leather on the air, the warm dragoness' scent that was filling the air while he moved his hand towards the base and approached her. It was the lightest he had, the one that would create a thudding sensation more than stinging pain. He swung the flogger around smartly, watching as Jewel dipped her head a little and licked her lips, so eager, so excited, but she didn't know her place. Not let. She still viewed this as something done solely for her pleasure, that she was entirely safe here, and she was. But safety was there to create a part of the illusion, and she needed to learn that she wasn't the one that was in charge. She was his, at least for tonight.

"The first law, I am not your servant." Lert let the edge of a growl tinge his voice. "I am your Master, and you will address me as such, or sir, but never will you forget those titles, my lovely Jewel. Never."

He drew his hand back, the edges of the flogger making a faint whistling sound before striking forward, the leather blossoming along the sweep of her copper side, the edges snapping up along her lower back and hitting with a sharp snapping sound.

"Never." He repeated, to the sound of her high pitched cry as she bowed forward and strained away from the blow, the sweetest sound he had ever heard, or ever would hear.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Jewel felt the strike against her scaled hide, sharp and swift, snapping along the edge of her hip and towards the small of her back. The tips of the broad tails hit her sharply, cracking against her so that she writhed in place as she tried to strain away, and the drake struck again. He moved around her, stalking like a predator on the hunt as she strained forward and her tail strained to keep her balance. Her arms were stretched so far above her head that she couldn't get enough traction on her toes to move or escape as Lert struck out rapidly with the flogger, cracking along the small of her back and moving upwards before she could stop it. The snaps cracking higher towards her shoulder blades as her fingers balled up into fists.

He knew how to make her react, the rapid burst of movement that ran upwards was pleasant, but he played downwards towards the base of her tail. The edges of the leather curled beneath the tail base, he struck with enough force that he knew how to make the edges play along the sensitive smaller scales that were soft enough to create the most delicious sensations. Her eyes squeezed shut and she drew her lower lip beneath her teeth, biting down firmly and letting out a short whimper when the snap curled forward and nearly brushed between her inner thighs so that she muffled a short noise in her throat.

"Is this what you came for, little Jewel?" He rumbled the question as she felt the leather blossoming over her, heating up her scale and hide with the strokes, not quite painful, the thudding sensations only warmed and reddened the hide beneath the scaling.

"Y-yes..." She started and suddenly the flogger struck out with a sharper swing that snapped the edges with a burst of pain. "MASTER!"

"That's my girl...." Lert praised her and stopped the blows only run the loose leather straps along her back, stroking over her heated scales.

It was sensuous, the soft leather caressing her, running downwards and trailing towards the curve of her rump. He teased her, his other hand swept down, stroking down the line of her back so that she arched higher up in the air and pressed into him. She tried her best to rub herself beneath the hand that ran down towards her rump and cupped the fingers against her ass cheeks and gave a light squeeze, rubbing his thumb downwards. It lasted for only a moment, the gentle movements running back and forth to ease the heat left form the strikes, and then he moved away with his tail lashing back and forth.

Her eyes were drawn down his body, they couldn't go anywhere else, she could see that his vent was spread open, the dark pink-red tip was pushing out into the light. He didn't make an attempt to hide it, he flaunted his sexuality as he reached into the revealed closet, with things she had no name for resting inside. His eyes slid towards her, watching her reactions as he pulled something out, a low drawer was slid open as he set aside the light flogger. She drew in a sharp breath as something assembled in leather was hanging from his fingers, straps and buckles, and in his other hand was something thin and springy looking, dark black plastic that gleamed in the light. Some sort of cane that he swung through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

"Let's try something a little more... challenging..." He padded back to her with the light in his eyes. "You remember safe words, don't you?"

"Yes... s-sir." She swallowed as he swung the cane again, snapping it down against his leg with a cracking sound that made her jump.

"And the gestures?" He inquired softly, moving the cane upwards until it slipped beneath her jaw, sliding along the edges so that she let out a soft groan as it teased back and forth.

"Yes, sir." She breathed and he drew in close, she felt something slide along her stomach, a brief caress right along her navel of something hardening. She reacted, her stomach tensing up as he moved her other hand up to slide the leather along her muzzle.

"Good, even here we do not like loud noises, they travel. And I am going to do my best to make sure you lose control of holding back your cries." Lert growled softly, sliding the leather along the ridge of her muzzle. "This is a ball gag"

Jewel opened her eyes a bit wider and squirmed, rolling herself upwards against the feel of the shaft rubbing against her. The slip of the leather ran along her muzzle, wrapping beneath her jaw as the cane rested right over her shoulder. His low growl vibrated her chest, pressing so firmly against her as he pushed up the ball on the assemblage of leather straps and wedged them right against her lips and spread them open. The sharp taste of rubber filled her senses as her tongue was pinned down by it, it pushed into her maw and pried her jaws open wide, almost to the point where she was wheezing out her breaths. The buckles were wrapped around her head, looping over her modest horns and locking into place as she wrapped her fingers around the chains that held her up.

It should have been alarming to be silenced, her ability to talk being ripped away, but it wasn't, not with him pressed against her and the way he touched her. The warm scent of the male, the press of the cock that was hardening against her belly, the pull as the straps were drawn tight over her. He took away her choices, something she had tasted before, but now he made his will her own, gripping her firmly before the smooth acrylic cane down her breasts, running lightly as he leaned backwards. She couldn't do anything to stop him, there was no struggle that could get her away from him, only the fact that she could follow a series of gestures with her muzzle that would stop him. And the knowledge.. that it might not.

Fear, pleasant controlled fear, that was barely withheld in the knowledge that she might try to tell him to stop and he might not that made her heart beat faster, her eyes squeeze shut when he leaned back. The adrenaline rushing through her before the cane ever came down, and when it did, Jewel let out a muffled cry around the ball gag, an almost strangled noise as the thin rod of acrylic struck down over her breasts firmly. The sharp snap was painful and sharp, striking down right above her nipples and on her soft breasts. She jerked backwards at the sharp hot pain, the raising welt beneath her scales that made her bite down roughly against the hard rubber ball.

"That's my girl." Her master praised her, striking out with a sharp snap that hit roughly right along the tip of her perking nipples.

He grazed over them, catching and making them tighten even further as she bowed her back and tried to pull away automatically. It wasn't the light strokes of the flogger, it raised hot redden welts that she wasn't prepared for and he ran the hard acrylic under her breast, sliding lightly before he leaned downwards. His muzzle brushed right along the soft warmth of her breast, the warmth of the tongue flicked out and rolled right along her nipple, teasing it back and forth lightly, right where the cane had struck her. Pleasurable and gentle, he kissed upwards before leaning backwards again.

The cane snapped out, sharp and swift, hitting along her breasts so she writhed forward again and his other hand ran along the curve of her back. She whimpered out when he hit again, the softness of her breasts growing almost hot where the crack of the acrylic hit her, a sting and feverish heat as the skin grew tight and swollen beneath her scales. It was pain, pure pain, and it would have been of pain alone save for the heat of his tongue when his muzzle dropped down. When it struck her nipple it ached and burned, but the slimy soft tongue curled around the nub and rolled over it. Smoothing away the pain and caressing nerves that were raw and sensitive to his touch. It felt.. good. So terribly good, her heart started to race faster as the tongue gave a light flicker and she leaned backwards, pressing her breasts forward.

She didn't follow the movements of the hand with the cane, she only followed it when it struck her, when it flashed through the air and struck her. Her skin was hot and tight where it hit, the nerves so raw feeling that the strikes were growing more and more painful, but always they were soothed with that tongue, the delightful caress of the tip that fluttered not simply on her nipple, but everywhere he struck. She was helpless under his tongue as her body flushed hotly, her heart pounded in her ears, the rapid beat making it impossible to think straight as the hand moved lower and something suddenly slid along her inner thigh.

"And this... Your body is so eager, I can feel it, hear it, every time you cry out." He murmured softly and something thin and leather brushed upwards to run right along her inner thighs. "Beg me, my Jewel. Beg me for what you know you want."

He pressed against her back, she could feel him, so incredibly hard and thick against the line of her ass cheeks. He pushed upwards, grinding along her. She knew that sex wasn't really advertised here, it was supposed to be sensual, not sexual, but it added to the need that was making her eyes flutter shut, squeezing as he trailed the leather right over her soft folds. It was broad, she felt the sensual softness of finely worked leather running in a slow line, he trailed it forward and then back. The touch was almost exquisitely slow, caressing over her body as a tremor ran down the length of her spine. It wasn't just the feel of it running along her sensitive lips, it was the fact she wanted him to do more. She wanted what he offered, she wanted him.

She whimpered out, low in her throat she let out a cry as his hand reached around her and cupped her breast. The line of welts crossed over her, aching and sensitive, his palm rubbing and trapping her nipple in place as she let out a wordless groaning cry. She squirmed and shifted, trying to plead and beg with her body as his fingers swirled along her tender nipples, working where the nerves were the most sensitive and ran along the underside of her breast. She forced her eyes open, looking down to see the small miniature quirt that was being used on her, the light touch that flickered back and forth along her mound, her hips shuddering and bucking in place as he slipped backwards.

As she watched, Lert drew the quirt backwards and struck out with a lightning flash flick that brought her jerking backwards against him. The loose loop of leather around the tip snapped against her outer folds and struck them, not as hard as the cane had been on her breasts, but still with enough sting to bring her writhing in place. It hurt and ached, it was lovely and sensitive all at once. She didn't know if it hurt or felt good as immediately after the strike he stroked over her, rubbing and caressing the headed area as he leaned forward and gripped her neck firmly in his jaws, the teeth tightening and nearly bruising before he struck again.

She cried out, high pitched and almost wild sounding, contained only by the ball gag that kept her silently while she bit down harder. Her teeth sank into the ball, her own saliva clinging to it as he alternately snapped the crop down and stroked her, easing her into the sensations of pain and pleasure. It was nothing like claws or the teeth on her neck, it was deliberate and coaxing, making her react as every sting, every time it slipped down and caught against her clit, and afterwards he caressed her, rubbed the leather over her, running this way and that until she started to groan and writhe in place.

She grew slicker, wetter, more aroused by the moment, her body shuddering as he rubbed himself upwards with a slow push higher. His hand moved from her breast, sliding down along the curve of her hip and slipped behind her towards her tail. He teased along it, distracting her with a sudden strike that had her arching forward again. The teeth on her neck clenched harder while her tail was forced upwards into the air, sliding along the drake's bare chest as her paws were lifted from the ground and she hung entirely from her bound wrists. Her hips were pulled back, and she felt her swollen folds getting one last stroke of the puffy swollen folds. They felt sore and swollen, sensitive and eager as the soft leather quirt brushed right along her plump clit making her cry out.

"Do you want this, pet?" He murmured softly against her neck, teasing her as the leather slipped along the sweep of her belly.

Jewel dropped her head down, letting out a soft hissing sound as she tried her best to take her weight from her aching shoulders. She wanted him, she wanted to be stroked, the feel of the welts and heated areas were throbbing in time with her heart beat. She was slick and wet, nearly as slick as when she was heat and she wanted the drake, she felt his cock pushing along her, slipping down so that it brushed right along her outer lips. His arm looped around her waist and heaved her upwards into the air, forcing her higher up to the point that she was baring herself to him. His hand reached up and cupped a bit more firmly against her plush full breasts.

When his cock tip trailed downwards she went still and trembling, he brushed up and down lightly, the slippery wetness clung to his tip, trailing over her swollen folds. He didn't plunge forward like she wanted him too, he didn't do anything but tease himself up and down, just the bare touches to make her writhe in place and let out helpless noises in her throat, trying to push back against him. When she tried, he gripped her neck a bit more powerfully, clutching down and letting out a low baritone growl that froze her in place. There was nothing she could do to control what he was doing, only let out a muffled cry when his hips rolled forward slowly and steadily, the tapered tip prying her achingly sensitive folds open until she balled her fists up and closed her eyes.

It was everything she wanted, everything she needed, the spill the slippery hot precum was flung into her body, being pushed inwards by the girth that rolled and wedged inwards. She shuddered, her entire body locking up in place as the glassy smooth shaft caressed right along her overly stimulated cunny, running along the outer edges, sliding inwards, gathering up her own wetness. She barely paid attention to anything except that overwhelming sensation of her muscles stretching and adjusting, the powerful contractions that gripped around him and pulled him in deeper.

The strike of the small quirt that had teased her cunny hit her nipple, making her buck and writhe, she struggled against the restraints, and the drake only pulled her backwards with a powerful thrust forward. He drove himself into her, forcing inch by inch until his hips hit hard against her own and rocked her a few inches upwards as he buried every last inch inside of her. He struck again, the caress of damp leather on her nipple, striking so that she gave another short buck as Lert drew backwards inch by slow inch.

His shaft gleamed wetly in the light, coated in slippery arousal as he worked himself out a few inches and then plunged forward again with a smooth stroke that ran through her body and had her arching forward. He caressed her, running over her sensitive pussy and pulling back out again, everything felt too hot, too swollen, clinging around him and trying to make room as his teeth shifted along the back of her neck. He held her like a feral, clutching her to his body as he hilted himself before dragging back out again.

She couldn't stop herself, as he dragged out and ran through her, the dragoness let out a high pitched call. If it weren't for the ball gag, people would have heard her squealing out. She came, her walls quivering and clutching, suckling and pulling deeper and deeper as the drake drove forward the moment she came. He filled her, spread her apart and plunged inwards, making her hips arch higher up in the air, her arms being pulled backwards as she was pushed against the restraints. He worked through her with several shallow bucks, drawing out that rush of pleasure, she gave herself over to it, trembling in place with her head tilted back, her breathing coming in short bursts.

Only after her contracting and suckling walls relaxed did he start to pull outwards again, struggling against her instinctual need to keep him deep inside of her. Her own arousal clung to him in strands as she squirmed in place, trying to get her toes to the ground, but he kept her ass raised up in the air and she could only wriggle and twist her hips back and forth. He hammered his hips up hard before dragging back, starting to thrust inside of her with short powerful movements of his hips, forcing himself all the way up to the vent before pulling out again. The quirt teased along her nipples, it swirled around the edges, turning and fluttering back and forth rapidly so that she gave little hunching arches and swallowed her screams around the ball gag.

He hammered against her, the powerful short thrusts rocked through her, the sound of flesh on flesh clapped in her ears, she couldn't block it out. She didn't care to, all she cared about was the need growing in her belly, spreading open wider and wider as the cock bottomed out time and again. She could feel the thick drooling spill of precum spilling along the edges, her eyes flashed open wide and she rocked forward as the hips clapped up harder against her. Her tail was pinned up right along the curve of his golden belly and she felt the heat of his breath coming out in short rough pants against her.

Jewel tilted her head backwards, feeling his horns along the curve of her head before he gave another powerful thrust, the cock suddenly began to thicken inside of her. His hand clamped down against her breast, squeezing roughly, the fingers starting to dig down harder and harder, almost bruising. His hips arched upwards and drove himself home, the thickness of his base held her open wide, keeping her folds splayed open, teasing her until she felt the tip nudging right up against her cervix. The sudden hot rush spilled out of his tip, thick and creamy, oozing out in ropes and being flung against the narrow opening as the dragoness tensed up and milked around him, she squeezed and pulled, trying to drag more and more into her body as the virile seed was spilled as deep as it could go.

If she had been in heat, there was no doubt that he would sire a clutch in her, even that thought brought its own sharp edged pleasure. She could only imagine just how much was flooding her, the warmth spreading through her belly as the thick oozing cum started to push out around the edges, she could feel it oozing outwards, making her let out a shallow whimper.

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Lert rumbled softly as he felt her quivering silken walls clutching around him, suckling and pulling every last drop of his cum from his body. She was so terribly hot and tight, the inner walls were trying to draw him in deeper and he was all too happy to oblige. He rocked forward again and let her slowly drop her hips down, her paws lowered towards the ground. It had been so long since he'd had a dragoness in his clutches, especially one as sweetly reactive as this girl. She let out the most adorable cries when he pulled himself free, trembling to the point that the chains rattled above her.

He pulled his cock out with a wet noise, stepping back to see the pearly seed spilling down along her inner thighs as she drooped in the chains. She was breathing so hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly and her head leaning down right against her breasts. Her copper scales showed dark streaks where he'd used the cane, lovely and spent while her tail drooped down limply. His cock remained out, gleaming in a glaze of her own arousal and his cum as he walked around her. It had been a long time since he'd considered keeping a pet. A true pet, not simply one that he serviced as a part of his job.

"Come now, you are not done yet, my lovely Jewel." He murmured softly and reached towards the wall.

It only took a moment to run his fingers over the knob hidden there, lowering the chains from the ceiling so that the dragoness was dropped down from the position he had put her in. Her paws touched the ground, but they dropped down beneath her as she was lowered to the ground. He watched her copper scaled legs part, her puffy folds gleaming with his cum that still oozed out of her, running towards the ground as she dropped to her knees and lowered her head. He reached up, unhooking the chain from the bar so that her arms fell forward in front of her, so vulnerable, so innocent.

He reached down to rub along the curve of her chin, drawing her head upwards so that she was looking at him when he slipped the muzzle from her head. The ball was nearly bitten in two, her tooth marks apparent on it and attesting that he would owe the owner for another new toy. Not that he cared, it had been a job well done. He let out a trilling noise in his throat, eyes brightening a little bit while his fingers trailed beneath the edge of the muzzle and he moved his other hand up to wrap his fingers around the base of his cock.

"You've earned a reward, my dear," Her eyes flicked up to him, eager as she flushed along the bridge of his muzzle. "Haven't you?"

"Yes, master." Her voice was hoarse sounding, her muzzle tilted up. Her pupils were dilated, she was at the point that she wasn't thinking about anything but what her own body was telling her.

"Open your muzzle, my dear." He murmured softly, watching as she tried to tilt her head down.

Her maw spread open wide before her warm thick tongue flicked out and brushed right along the base of his cock. She didn't argue, no matter that she was flushed, he kept his hand gripping the back of her neck. Oh yes, she was a gem. A gem he would keep and savor.

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"I hope you found what you were looking for here at The Guild, madam." The gryphon churred the words warmly to her as he looked up from behind the counter.

His white frosted feathers seemed to glow as the dragoness blinked her eyes rapidly at the bright daylight outside the windows. It seemed like it should be dark, that it should be the dead of night, but the sun was high and brilliant. The owner of the shop watched her, his amber eyes seemed to weigh her, his smile suggesting he knew what she had been doing and was imagining her doing it all over again. She flushed and stepped away, trying to ignore the deliciously sensitive feel of the silk brushing her aching breasts.

She'd have welts for days, even bruises, and they felt glorious, they felt like a reminder of the passion and heat that had rushed over her. She hadn't cared for her control or power, she had only cared about what her body had been doing and what it wanted. What her master wanted. That had been what had filled her mind, and something more, a feel of power and desire. She had made him lust after her, she had made him growl with barely restrained desire, guided him with only the softest sounds to find the most sensitive parts of her body. It had been thrilling, arousing, frightening all in one.

"Good afternoon..." The gryphon behind the counter let out a low laugh as she opened the door without a word. "We will see you again soon."

She tilted her head down, and felt the brush of hard leather against her scales. Delicate, just out of sight, but still there she could feel the collar against her throat and the metal buckle brushing against her. He had placed it on her after she had cleaned every last inch of his cock, presenting it like a jewel. It was dark red, but the tag on it was gold with only his initial etched into the front. Her own pass, her free pass, into the Guild. And into his hands.