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The house looked ordinary. One of eight identical suburban homes lining the south side of the street. Each had a two-car garage, a finely manicured lawn, large windows with white trim, and a clay tile roof. The only thing that set this house apart was that despite being 10 AM on a sunny Saturday morning, there was no sign that anyone inside was moving. Two doors down a pair of lynx kits were playing in a lawn sprinkler. Another neighbor was trying to simultaneously sip his coffee and bend down to pick up the morning paper. Another - slightly overweight - raccoon was doing tai chi with his front windows opened wide. But at this home, nothing was moving.

The green dragon parked his car in the driveway, peering out over his shades at the house. He saw the newspaper still on the driveway, that every set of blinds closed, that the boat sitting next to the garage was gathering dust. He smirked and pushed his shades up his snout, satisfied. The dragon stepped out and stretched, not giving the neighbors so much as a wave before fetching a satchel from the back seat and throwing it over his shoulder. He was through the door before any of the neighbors could even think to ask what he was doing there. A few might have recognized him, but he never stopped to talk.

Inside, it was dark. Only a single light in the nearby living room was on, throwing fuzzy shadows over all the adjoining rooms and the one figure that was already present. The dragon smiled and looked into the dull eyes of the vixen kneeling there. She had her paws under her chin, crooked in the classic begging fashion. Her mouth hung open, the loop of a leather leash held in place between her front teeth and her panting tongue. Beyond the leash and the attached collar, she wore nothing. The vixen's hard nipples and slightly damp sex were completely on display for the dragon.

He simply enjoyed the look of the woman for a moment, listening to her quick and eager breathing. She moved forward only a little, holding her head up to show off the leash hanging from her mouth, but the dragon did not seem interested. He looked to the left, then to the right, then spoke: "You may stand and speak."

The vixen blinked, and her paws dropped to her side. Shakily, she stood, letting the leash drop from her mouth. She felt she should cover herself, but knew in the back of her mind that if she did, he would simply order her to drop her hands. She knew she would be unable to obey, so simply left her paws at her sides. "Sir?" she asked, a bit shaky and uncertain.

"Where is your husband?"

The vixen rolled her bottom lip into her mouth, biting softly. "He's... sick, sir." She gestured over her shoulder to the stairs leading up to the bedroom. she couldn't help but face him, couldn't help but keep her chest puffed out and her legs slightly parted.

"Very well." The dragon let his bag fall from his shoulder and headed for the stairs, calling over his shoulder. "Come."

The vixen gasped, falling to her knees as a sudden orgasm washed over her. "S-sir, please! Choose your words carefully."

The dragon showed his fangs. "I did. Now come along, girl."

The vixen followed along behind him, slowly, as she was still riding the shivers of her afterglow. The pair entered the bedroom where the todd lay spread out among bedsheets and comforters, a tall mug of hot tea steaming on the bed stand next to a small trove of medicine bottles. He whimpered softly as the dragon and his wife entered. "I'm sorry, sir," he whispered. "Was feeling so miserable... I haven't been able to get out of bed since Wednesday."

"A sinus infection," the vixen explained. "He's over the worst of it, but the doctor says he shouldn't get out of bed. We were both trying to fulfill the compulsions you put in us this morning, but he couldn't even sit up fully. I managed to resist just enough to make him a cup of tea before I just had to kneel down and wait for you..." She seemed to shiver at the memory of kneeling and her mind simply whiting out.

The dragon nodded. "Why didn't you let me know?"

"We couldn't remember your number."

The dragon looked at both of them in turn disapprovingly. "You would remember it if you truly wanted to call."

They both turned their heads away from his gaze. "We didn't want to ruin your day, sir," the todd said. He gazed over to his nearly naked wife. "You could still have a good day with her."

"And you?"

"What can I do? I can't even sit up."

The dragon smiled.

A moment later, the larger male had spoken a word and the todd's ears were filled with a soft rustling. The todd knew that his hearing was being blocked by some hypnotic trigger as the dragon spoke to his wife. He could see her eyes glazing over as she stared into the dragon's shades.

He had to marvel at the situation. He knew next to nothing about the dragon. 5 months ago, he and his wife had seen an ad from the dragon online, offering domination. After two weekends of blissful submission, the dragon had suggested adding hypnosis to the mix. Every Saturday since had been a blur. Rarely could he or his wife remember explicit details, but they slept deep with lustful dreams. And despite the amount of control he exercised over their minds, he was always a kind dominant, mysterious, but kind.

With a snap of the dragon's fingers, the todd's hearing was restored. He looked to his wife, who had regained the spark in her eyes, but had immediately fallen in behind their Master, eyes down on the ground, hands held behind her back. The dragon flicked his shades off and slipped them into the pocket of his button-down shirt. "Hello, Jake," he spoke to the todd, earning him an ear-perk in response, as the todd was not used to hearing his own name from the dragon. "I heard you were sick today, so I brought a guest." He held out his paw to show the leash in his hand, which made the vixen step just out to the dragon's side.

The todd had no idea what was going on, but he played along. "Umm, yes, thank you, sir." The todd rubbed at his muzzle a bit, the pressure in his sinuses flaring up a bit.

"No need to use such formal titles outside of work, Jake. I'm here as a friend. I thought you could use the attentions of my slave girl here." The dragon shook the leash and the vixen looked up at the todd, blushed, and looked back down. She had, he realized, had her memory wiped. She did not recognize him at all.

Jake had never been in this position before. He and his wife were both submissives and when they knelt down before the dragon, it was always together. So now, looking at her, he felt as if he were truly in the room with a woman he had never met before. A sex slave he had never met before.

The dragon tapped the vixen's leash against her sex. "Slave, you will obey him as you would me. And since he is feeling under the weather, I do expect you to tend to any and all of his needs."

The vixen meekly nodded and took a kneeling position on the bed, her paws caressing over the todd's neck and exposed chest. He found he couldn't keep his eyes off of her sex, which sat no less than a foot from the tip of his muzzle. The vixen was keeping her eyes on his hips too. "Is it true?" she asked quietly, "do you really have a knot?"

The dragon laughed and slapped her rear sharply, earning a yip and moan from the vixen - the moan due to the fact that at the end of the slap, the dragon let his fingers tease the base of her sex. "I must apologize. She is very well-trained to think of her Master's pleasure, and I'm afraid she's never been with a male of her own kind before."

The vixen's blush could be seen even through the white fur covering her muzzle. "Master..."

"Admit it, girl. You've already started fantasizing about how he would feel deep in your sex."

Jake could see his wife's thighs shiver.

"Yes, Master, I have been."

The dragon stroked over her hips. "As I said, Jake, very well trained."

The todd nodded. "I can see." He let out a deep and contented murr as the vixen trailed her claws through his chest fur, working her palms in against him. He gave a gasp as her tongue joined the fray, her teeth dragging alongside her fingers. The feeling of the warm vixen - his wife, he had to remind himself - so close atop him was enough to make all the stuffiness and pressure seem a mile away.

The vixen's tail was wagging so quickly that the dragon had to pull his paw away or risk it being swatted off. "Well, Jake, would you like to see her training in action?" When the todd nodded, the dragon snapped his fingers. "Slave, stand at attention!"

The vixen stood upright in a flash, her tail held rigid along her back, her legs spread slightly, her gaze straight ahead and her fingers interlaced behind her neck to present her breasts. The suddenness of the motion, and the perfection to which she held herself even as the dragon began to roll a claw over her clit, made the todd's pajama pants suddenly feel much too small. The dragon himself hissed softly into the woman's ear: "You will spend the entire time until my return thinking about what a knotted cock would feel like in your sex."

The dragon gave a wink and nod to Jake before heading out the door. Jake could hear him rummaging about downstairs and was sure he was purposefully delaying his return to the bedroom. The vixen, still staring straight at the wall above Jake's head, began to moan at the back of her throat; the perfection of her stillness ruined by a light grind of her hips forward and back. Jake could smell her arousal strong in the room.

On a hunch, he laced his fingers behind his neck, mimicking her posture. He found it strangely comfortable and guessed that he too had been told to stand that way while the dragon had done... something. He closed his eyes and sank down into his memories. He could vaguely remember standing like that while she was licking at his shaft and something - "the dragon?" he wondered - was thrusting under his tail. Another memory of looking into the eyes of his wife while she was being taken hard from behind by the dragon.

His eyes snapped open and his paws dove under the covers as he heard the dragon coming back up.

The dragon returned with a fresh steaming cup of tea for Jake and his bag over the other shoulder. He set the cup down on the bed stand and then started to pull various bondage items out of the bag, stopping when he reached a vulpine dildo. He held it up and leaned over to whisper in the todd's ear, "In case you are wondering, yes, you have indeed taken this all in. Knot included."

Jake gulped and shivered. The only thing that kept his erection from bulging his pajamas out lewdly was the itch forming inside his snout. He fumbled for a handkerchief while the dragon started to dress and bind his wife. Her ankles received cuffs and a spreader bar. Her hands were covered in a single latex glove that reached up to her elbows. It worked like a miniature armbinder with just enough mobility at the tips of her middle fingers to wiggle a small amount. The dragon guided her bound paws down and encouraged her to rub her clit.

As the vixen started to moan and writhe in position, twisting around and angling her hands to try and get more friction out of the smooth latex gloves, the dragon took a seat next to the todd on the bed. Jake blinked, realizing that the dragon was naked and had been since he had returned to the bedroom.

Jake coughed. "Uh... sir?"

"I said you don't need to be formal."

"I know, but it feels good to call you that."

The dragon smiled.

"Do you do this sort of stuff with us often?" He gestured to his wife as he took a big sip of the tea, churring as his head seemed to clear with the warm vapors flowing around his head. "Just set us on autopilot pleasuring ourselves and enjoy the show?"

"I do. I'm afraid I don't have nearly the stamina which either of you do, so I often content myself to watch. But with two submissives it's far more than twice the fun. I can, for example, have you two compete: say, have you try to make the other orgasm first."

"What happens with the winner?"

"I fuck them, of course."

They both laughed at that, which made the vixen stop for just a moment in her attempts to climax. She had her hands held still before her sex, her hips grinding up against it. The dragon waved and she mindlessly went back to the task at hand, moaning all the louder.

Jake found himself eyeing the dragon's hips. "I would... I would offer to suck you, sir, but I don't think I could manage."

The dragon wrapped an arm about the todd's shoulders. "You just enjoy the show the lovely vixen is giving us." And indeed, the todd was. His wife was quite beautiful and seeing her dancing on the border of ecstasy was all the more thrilling. He felt dopey, remembering how she looked the first time they had sex together, him a much younger todd, and her a much younger vixen.

Just as the vixen started to shake uncontrollably, the dragon ordered her to place her paws on the bed. She did without question, but her hips tried to move forward to grind against the latex that was showing. The dragon walked behind her, gave her rear a little swat and lifted her back up a bit, making her arch and push her breasts out towards the todd. The dragon then slipped her gloves off and attached cuffs to her shoulders and wrists, linking them all together behind her neck. With her whole body stretched out and leaning slightly forward, the dragon leaned back to balance her and proceeded to slip his shaft deep into her sex.

Jake was sure he was being hypnotized. He had to have been. He couldn't take his eyes off of his wife, his gaze locked onto her bouncing breasts, and flicking down to watch his Master's dark shaft slam into her her sex, disappearing in between her folds. He moaned when the dragon let go of her head, letting her snout fall in against his hips and rub his shaft through his pajamas. He panted harder and faster as she started to work his pants down with just her lips and teeth, exposing his hard shaft to the air. As soon as her lips met his shaft, he thrust and didn't stop thrusting until he climaxed.

The dragon pulled out slowly, listening to the sound of the two lovers: the male's deep ragged breathing and the vixens slurping and moans. As he left her tunnel, she gave a whimper, lifting herself off of the todd's shaft enough to ask, "Not going to finish in me, Master?"

He caressed the underside of her lifted tail, eliciting a moan out of her. "I know what you'd rather be doing, girl. So do it." He slipped the bar from between her ankles and let her crawl up over the todd's body, slippering herself down onto his shaft, knot and all. She rode him with all the skill of the finest sex slaves - just as her Master had trained her. He knew she would keep him in ecstasy for as long as he could hold out. A quick glance at the todd's face confirmed that the male's mind was nowhere but on the vixen in front of him.

He quietly slipped from the room as they began to rock into one another. He plopped onto the downstairs couch and pulled out some of the kinky DVDs the couple kept in their movie rack. It wouldn't be as satisfying as having his two wonderful pets perform for him, but who was he to deny them the best medicine of all: each other.