Female Dominance

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Suspension Bondage for a Gryphon Slut

"How does that feel...pet?"

I shivered. Oh, she knew how it felt, my big, dominant, dragon mistress, a good head and shoulders taller than I was. I was just a gryphon, smaller than her, weaker than her. My feathers were pretty in shades of silver fading to grey and white speckling through my furred half, but I could not match up to her splendour. I was just a trophy for my mistress, the dominant being who had claimed me and taken control of my leash. And that was just the way I liked it.

I didn't want a thought of my own, not as I hung there in suspension bondage, my wings even outstretched in a faux expression of flight. I could not fly, of course not, not with such little wings, as pretty as they were. My arms were bound to my chest, hands up near my collarbone, horizontally placed as if I could have just beat my wings at any moment and sprung up into flight. I didn't need my hands for that, of course, wings held out through an intricate line of pole bondage, where they were delicately and firmly bound without damaging a single feather. It would have been easier for her to put my wings in a sleeve behind my back, but maybe she just liked it.

I didn't know. I didn't ask questions. I was just a good birdie boy for my mistress as she prodded the ball gag in my beak. My ebony beauty - well, she was not mine... A pet like me could not own a mistress... That was not the way it worked. I loved her, but her black, glowing scales were not for me, oiled and adored solely for her pleasure.

That was one of my tasks for Mistress Vanity even though she was far, far from vain. I had to care for her, to groom her all over, applying special oils to her scales to keep them in the best of condition, that was after I'd bathed her. But she was ready for more, to use me to satisfy her lusts, while I was just her little amenable toy, something that could be picked up and put down as and when she pleased. I wasn't good for anything else, but to be her pet and her toy was all that I yearned for.

Grunting, I chewed at the ball gag, though I did not have teeth within my beak to do so. Mistress Vanity laughed and pushed me away, my legs straight out behind me, though I knew the bondage and ropes would keep me levitated and safe. I'd never once fallen from suspension bondage before and I had no reason to believe that, even once, my mistress would ever let me down.

"Pet... I'm bored."

I shivered. Oh, that was never good. But there was nothing I could do for her, no answer I could give her, not as the full-figured dragoness stalked around me like the queen she was. She knew that she was in control and her power came from, well, her, control locked within her hands. Mistress Ebony groped my hide, squeezing my arse, claws digging in, but with the gag in my beak I was denied even the ability to squawk.

Just the way she wanted it, stepping out of my line of sight. Typically, a pair of blinkers had been attached to the bondage on either side of my face, further limiting my vision. My breath raked against my eardrums as if it was being funnelled in the wrong direction, swinging back and forth, grunting, heaving, though every sound I made was light and faint. She didn't want me to be too loud, after all: that was why she had gagged me.

"Little whore... You could squeal for me, but where would the fun be in that? I'm going to fuck you, again and again, until you are sore and aching and loving every goddamn second of it."

That was something and more than enough for me, more than my mistress usually wanted to give me. That must have meant that she had something very special in store for me.

For her pleasure, of course. Not mine. When I was nothing more than her submissive servant and pet, my feelings and opinions did not matter. That was one of many reasons that I loved her so much.

"Mmmmph!"

Her fingers slid under my tail, ignoring the leonine length as it twisted back and forth. A quick, cursory lubing up of my anal ring was all that she wanted, for there was to be no pleasure taken in it from me. I grunted, wriggling my hips, the ropes moving, shifting, my body swinging. There was nowhere for me to go and, frankly, none of it mattered. Not even as my cock pushed out, swelling from my small sheath, though it was more of a slit when it came to what was tucked up at a gryphon's crotch. I'd seen others that were so much bigger than me and I just didn't think that I matched up to them, not even with my little nuts hanging behind, mostly hidden in the grey and white fluff between my legs.

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