Home Project
Home Project
A furry erotic story © Daimont Silverfeather.
This story is a work of fiction and involves an anthropomorphic dragon in a situation that is not suitable for underage readers. This contains adult material should be read by those only of mature age.
This is the second part of what might be a story series; you will need to read 'Testing' first to understand some of the events mentioned in this story.
All characters are copyright Daimont Silverfeather.
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Daimont sat alone in his apartment, clicking through several web browsers as he looked from the monitor screen to several sheets of paper next to his keyboard and back again. He sighed a bit and looked at the clock before he heard a knock on the door. "Who the heck could that be?" He got up and looked out the peephole before he opened the door.
"Hi hi!" greeted the green-scaled dragoness.
Daimont blinked in surprise before he let her come in, "Kit, nice to see you. What are you doing around here?"
Kit walked in and crossed her arms, "Just came by for a visit, and to make sure you weren't upset at me for what I did to you the other night." A slight smirk crept across her muzzle.
Daimont sighed a bit and smiled at her when he saw her smirk. "Not upset, no, just still surprised by what you did."
Kit grinned, "But it was fun to do. You are my favorite male test subject."
He laughed a bit. "Maybe so. I would still like to meet your favorite female test subject."
"All in due time, Daimont, all in time."
Daimont shook his head; Kit was private when it came to who tested her devices at home, Daimont never knew there were others until she mentioned it.
"So...can I get you something to drink?"
Kit nodded, "Water if you have it please."
Daimont walked into the kitchen area as Kit walked into the living room area. He pulled out a bottle of spring water when he heard Kit's voice, making his ears perk up in shock: "What's this?"
The blue dragon ran out a bit as he saw his friend looking over the papers he had on his desk. " Hmm...'Slave Sandals' eh? Reinforced leather, D-rings, locking buckles..." She smirked and looked up at him. "A little home project of your own?"
He gulped, now embarrassed, "Well, yeah, kinda. Something I've been wanting to work on for a while, those are only a part of the 'set'..."
"So I see..." Kit was practically beaming as she looked at the other 'plans', "You know, if you need help, I would be more than happy to lend a hand, at least getting materials, I know all the best places and such."
Daimont grinned slightly and set the bottle down; he was holding it so tight he was afraid he would poke a hole in it with his claws. "Uhm...well, thanks! I would really appreciate that!"
Kit grinned. "Of course! It's the least I could do!" She sat down in the chair and grabbed a notepad from her jacket pocket, "Just give me a list of what you need and I'll see what I can do."
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It had been odd for Daimont the follow week, Kit was more than happy to help Daimont with his 'plans'. Not only did she buy the materials he needed, she actually helped him plan some things and helped in the crafting. When he was finally finished with them, she offered to add some 'finishing touched' to them and deliver them to him later that same night.
Daimont sat nervously in his chair, still waiting for Kit. She was late, not by much, but enough to make him worry. He checked the clock again for the tenth time, "Where is she?"
On cue, the was a knock on the door and Daimont got up and quickly answered it, letting the smiling dragoness in with a large canvas bag in her hand. "Sorry to kept you waiting, I needed to pick up some of my own stuff before I came here." She sat the bag down and pulled out a plain cardboard box and handed it to him. Daimont sat the box down and opened it and looked at his new toys inside.
The first thing he pulled out was an odd looking "glove cuff", a thick padding was placed so it would go over the palms, the straps were connected to an O-ring that would sit on top of the hand ad be used to tighten the padding. That was connected to a wide padded wrist cuff, the buckles were held in place with two small padlocks.
Next from the box came what looked like an ordinary muzzle harness, but rather than having a strap that would go in between the eyes and over the head to hold it in place, several padded straps would bind the muzzle shut and a longer one would go around the head and lock behind it, two more straps were connected to a collar that would lock on is neck.
Thirdly came a normal waist belt that had a small padded leather ring that would hold his member up and out, rather than a metal ring normally seen.
Lastly came out probably Daimont's favorite of his designs, the 'slave sandals'. They looked like his ordinary sandals but these had some modifications, the hard rubber soles were replaced by a hard and thick leather, which actually felt stiffer than the normal soles, the foot and ankle straps were padded and reinforced and were now sporting locking buckles; with a padlock in each one. Above the normal ankle straps was a wide ankle cuff also with locking buckles, and three smaller cuffs in the foot straps to actually hold his toes spread out. Each of the leather items were a shiny black, the 'finishing touches' Kit mentioned.
Daimont looked down at his new toys for a few moments before he finally looked up at a smiling Kit. "Wow..."
"Glad you like them, you had some interesting designs I must admit, I could use someone like you..." she said jokingly as she sat down. "Well? Try them out."
He blinked, "What...now?"
"Of course now!" She smirked. "C'mon Daimont, I like to see how they work myself. And besides, I've seen you in the nude before."
Daimont shivered slightly and nodded, that much was true. He got up and took a breath and undressed. He bent down and first grabbed the waist belt and slipped it on, pushing his member though the loop and locked out around his waist. He shivered, realizing how much the loop was holding him out, making Kit snicker a bit at his expression.
She urged him on and Daimont picked up the cuff gloves and slipped them on, having some trouble with the straps as he tightened them on and flexed hands to test their restraint on him. He gulped a bit again and sat down slowly on the edge of the bed and slowly slipped the sandals on and locked down the straps tightly, shivering as he tried to flex his feet, happy with how the felt and how restrained they were.
Before he picked up the muzzle harness and collar, he looked up at Kit, who was now standing near him. "You do have the keys, right?"
Kit nodded, "Of course, right here." She held up a small ring with three keys on it. "One key fits all the locks, the others are duplicates."
Daimont nodded, "And the safe word?"
Kit nodded, "Two yips for an emergency and I'll get you out."
Daimont nodded, he didn't know why he reminded her about their safe word, but something told him he needed to calm the nagging feeling in his mind. He slipped the collar on over her neck and locked it shut before he slipped the straps around his head and over his muzzle, tightening the straps and shutting his muzzle tightly and finally locking them in place. He began to breath harder through his nose as he stood up, feeling all the new leather against his body.
"Looks good." Kit smirked as she looked over him, nodding in approval. "Now for the test."
Daimont blinked again and looked at her, giving her a questioning grunt. She smirked again, "Just to see how strong your toys are. Now c'mere." She walked over to the bed with her bag in hand. "Your bed posts are perfect to be used for restraining, so I brought some clamps over so you can test the cuffs." She sat the bag down and quickly pulled out four black metal clamps with O-rings sticking out of them and attacked them to the four posts. With that done, she turned around to him, "Okay, lay down."
Daimont began to feel nervous as he laid down on his bed and stretched his limbs out to the four posts, which Kit locked the D-rings on each cuff to the O-rings on the posts with a pad lock and a length of leather. When she was done, she stood up. "Well?"
Daimont closed his eyes and breathed faster and started to struggle, giving a slight moan as he felt how trapped he was, the leather held him tightly and restricted his movement in the right ways; the pads on his hands didn't let him close his hands completely so of he could reach the locks, he couldn't grab a hold of them, the belt and ring held his member out and proudly as he began to grow stiffer, and his feet were completely immobilized in the leather cuffs with his toes spread out. He struggled and pulled for a bit longer and gave a nod and approving moan.
Kit giggled a bit. "Good to head. Hope you enjoy the rest of the night then."
Daimont lifted his head a bit, wondering what she meant by that, but his vision was suddenly cut off when he felt something wrap around his head. He gave out a started yelp and struggled hard to try and pull away, but the blindfold was wrapped tightly and he was now blind. He moaned a bit and struggled, giving a startled growl through his bound muzzle.
Daimont laid still and tried to calm his breathing, he had an idea of what was going on. Kit was always one for surprises, like the last time he tested out her new chair and program. But he trusted her and knew she wouldn't do anything.
However, he began to doubt his feelings when he felt his tail being tied down at the end of the bed, causing him to struggle a bit again, however he really began to struggle when he felt some slip over his cock in a warm and tight grip; he recognized that feeling, it was the suction hose and vibrator he used before.
Daimont finally stopped and tried to calm his breathing, though his heart was racing. He flicked his ears around to try and listen to what was going on, but it all seemed too quiet. He let out a deep breath as he tried to regain his thoughts; he did trust Kit, even in situations like this, and he didn't want to use the safe word unless it was an emergency. Maybe he could ride this out; he was feeling horny as heck...
"MRRRPH!" He arched his back as he felt a sudden vibration and suction on his cock from the funnel, causing him to struggle and moan, breathing hard again as he moves his hips, starting to thrust into the air automatically. Daimont panted as he tried to calm his breathing again as the suction and vibrations were set onto a lower setting. He began to tug at his cuffs again, starting to feel a bit more relaxed in his situation, if not hotter.
That was until he suddenly felt paws on him, slowly sliding down his chest and stomach. Daimont gasped and struggled again; now this was something he didn't expect and he was nervous about it. The paws caressed his chest and stomach gently, sending chilling spikes through him, causing him to shiver and twist in his bonds. He felt the paws move all around his chest, one even going up to stroke his muzzle and trace along the muzzle straps, causing bound dragon to moan and whimper a bit, starting to feel incredibly aroused, more than he ever felt before.
That was what scared him a bit, he was now in a completely helpless situation, bound and now at the mercy of this furson; he knew it wasn't Kit, and the device strapped to his crotch. He moaned out again at the paws stroking his chest fur; it all thrilled him more than he thought. He started to thrust his hips into the suction hose, panting hard through his nose.
The paws were having fun teasing the dragon as the caressed his chest and stomach, claws sliding through his fur as the slide down his sides, causing him to squirm around again and moan out. Daimont was struggling a bit harder and panting, loosing himself in his new situation, moaning out in need.
"MrrRRRPHPH!" Daimont let out a muffled moan when he felt a paw reach down and stroke his balls suddenly, causing him to struggle harder and try to pull away. He never felt something like that before. The paw started to massage and fondle his sac, causing Daimont to struggle and pulls on his bonds harder, moaning and whimpering loudly as he reached a new height in his arousal. He was completely trapped and helpless, and the unknown owner of the paws teased him to no end and without mercy. With the suction hose and vibrations covering his cock, Daimont had finally discovered what he knew he always wanted: to be dominated over by a female like this.
It was all too much for him, the paws holding his balls and stroking his chest, Daimont struggled and pulled hard as he let out a muffled roar though his bound muzzle, climaxing fiercely and shooting his fluid into the funnel as it milked him. He finally collapsed on the bed and panted hard, moaning out as the funnel kept sucking on him, the paws teased him a bit longer before they disappeared, soon followed by the funnel.
Daimont was left alone, still bound and left wondering at to what was happening. He heard some sounds, but nothing to help identify who else was in his room: there was some water rushing, shuffling of feet and finally a door opening and closing. Daimont finally let out a quiet moan and pulled at his arms. Slowly the blindfold was pulled away and he looked up into Kit's smiling face. She didn't say anything as he slowly unlocked Daimont from the bed and helped him sit up, unlocking the collar and muzzle gag and pulling it off.
After a few quiet moments, the dragon finally calmed his breathing and looked up at his friend. "I should kill you."
Kit finally giggled out and smirked. "You loved it."
Daimont grunted. "Yes...but still."
Kit smiled. "Daimont, I did this for a very good reason, not just so you could test your new toys in the best situation."
He gave her a confused glare. "And that reason is..."
"...not for you to know at this time." Kt said, finishing his sentence. She smiled again and held up a paw. "Trust me, this is something I've been plotting for a while, a way to say 'thank you' for the help you've given me."
Daimont sighed, "Okay, okay, we'll leave it at that. Just...promise me that there won't be anymore surprises for a while."
Kit held up her paw again. "Promise."
Daimont sighed and got up and helped Kit finish gather her stuff and led her to the door, still wearing his new toys.
Kit stopped at the door and looked at him. "Well, at least you enjoyed it tonight."
Daimont nodded. "Yeah...remind me to get back at you for that."
Kit giggled. "Fair enough. G'night Daimont."
He closed the door after her and leaned against the door, letting out a huge sigh. He stood there for a moment, feeling nothing but the cool air on his body and the leather that was still locked on him. He stood up slowly and unlocked the cuffs and straps and laid them down on the bed before he walked into the bathroom and started up a hot shower.
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Kit walked into the café and up to a table where a female tigress sat with a tall milkshake in front of her. The tigress giggled slightly as the dragoness sat down and smirked, looking at her. "Well...?"
The tigress took a sip of her half-empty milkshake. "You're right, that was fun. He didn't expect a thing."
Kit laughed and nodded. "Yes, but he was cool with it, so I think he still trusts me."
The tigress sat back, "He's one of a kind."
"Ain't he though?" Kit laughed. "So Stephanie, you think he's perfect for Heather?"
The tigress, Stephanie, smiled at her, "Those two are perfect for each other." She giggled, "Will be interesting to see what you come up with next."
"Oh don't worry," Kit said as she smirked and did her best 'evil genius' impression, "Part three will be best part."