Feisty Dragoness
"Mmmm..." There's something warm resting against me as I wake up after a good night of sleep, something scaly and dragony-smelling and softly purring and as large as I am... It's not a feeling I'm used to, waking up snuggled against another dragon, but it's a very pleasant one, so I let out a happy little groan and cuddle up closer against the warm, comfy presence. After a few moments my slumber-slowed mind identifies the dragon's scent as one I'm familiar with: Tash, the muscular green-scaled male who holds territory next to my own, and a dragon I don't mind cuddling with one bit. We've known each other since we were fledglings...
He feels the squeeze of my forelegs around his broad chest, though, and stirs, his regular breathing losing its pattern, muscles trembling beneath his thick hide, and after a moment he raises his head and yawns wide. "Ahhh... Good morning, Nimella!" he says brightly, and grins, snout dipping to give me a nuzzle. "I hope you don't mind my coming over..."
I give a little purr back at him, and raise my head as well, nudging at his neck and giving him a little nibble. "Not at all... Waking up cuddling with you is a very nice feeling."
"Good!" His grin is more of a smirk now, and I can feel his tail flicking against mine. He knows something I don't... But what--
Oh.
Trying to stretch my forelegs immediately shows me what's wrong: my four paws have all been balled up and bound inside stout leather mitts, sheathing my claws and digits away and leaving me trapped wearing them. "Why, you-- Take these off, this instant!" I growl, nipping a little more firmly at his neck this time and prodding his side with a harmless forepaw. He is the culprit, of course; we have a mutual interest in bondage, and have taken to tying each other up... and taking advantage of each other... for fun in recent months.
"Take them off?" he grins wider, holding up one of his own, free forepaws to show me the key dangling from a claw--the key to the locks fixed through the buckles of my mittens. "Using this, you mean?"
I roll to my feet and glare at him, growling more loudly and stomping a hind paw in sort-of-mock anger. I have an interest, but that interest mostly involves being in charge, and the best part of him tying me up is the part when he mounts me and puts his very impressive endowment to use, not the part when he makes me all helpless and teases me and does whatever he wishes to me... Neither of us are at all submissive, in fact, and our games have become attempts to outdo the other, do more to force the other to submit while in bondage, and after what I did to him last time-- "Yes! Let me out!"
"Hmmm..." He sits up on his haunches and looks at me, then the key, then my paws, then back at me again. "Well, I put the mittens on you for a reason... Why should I take them off?"
"Because I told you to!" I snarl at him, a little knot of anticipation forming in my stomach from knowing there's not much I can really do, and that if he wants to tie me up and play with me, then that's exactly what will happen...
"Well, I don't want to," he huffs, putting the key down at his side--where he has a little pile of bondage gear ready for use. "I put those on so we could play together, and I don't want to take them off until we're done... So are you going to be a good girl, or will I have to subdue you by force?"
"No!" I paw at the ground, rubbing the leather against the floor of my cave and wishing I could use my claws...
His tail flicks in amusement... and his hips roll back a little, so he can show me how the tip of his shaft has already emerged in his arousal. "Or what?"
The sight of his swelling cock freezes me a moment, and I feel a little rush of heat shoot up my spine as I notice his now-sharper scent on the air, see his dragonhood before me, know I could be feeling it penetrate me very soon... But then I roar and pounce forward at him, not about to accept defeat! There isn't much I can do, with my claws sealed away, and not much I will do, either, as I wouldn't hurt a friend even if he's doing something I don't exactly want him to do. I can nip and nibble, though, and he's a ticklish dragon, so if I can knock him down...
My jaws close when I make contact with him, just to be sure I don't really bite him by accident, but I let out a yowl of surprise when my teeth don't close all the way, something stiff and rubbery between them-- And then I bowl him over, getting him on his back with me on top of him, forepaws pressing uselessly against his chest. It's only after he's buckled the straps around my muzzle that I register the ball-gag in my maw, and I snarl muffledly around it, glaring at him and trying to tickle his belly with my tail before he can recover from the impact. He's too fast, though, and fighting him is useless when I can't grip him with my claws or my fangs, so he easily overpowers me, flipping us so I'm on my back with him on top of me... his hard, throbbing erection squished between our bellies.
"Such a bad girl you are!" he admonishes mockingly, humping me gently and groaning as his flesh grinds a little against my scales. "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, teach you how to behave when you get tied up... Can't have you getting all pouncy and bitey, that's not acceptable behavior at all."
"Rrrrmf!" I snarl and glare at him, gnawing uselessly on the gag and trying to struggle, but his forepaws grip my wrists like vices, and his weight keeps me firmly pinned beneath him, unable to get any leverage. He just chuckles at my attempts to fight, and a moment later his tail curls over his back with more bondage gear held in it... Cuffs close around my forepaws, keeping them linked tight together, followed by a collar around my neck. He sits up, reaching for further equipment, and I shove him with my bound forepaws, but it's useless; I can't use my claws or get much force behind it when tied like this, and it just makes him chuckle and hump my belly again.
Tash makes me even more helpless by binding a spreader bar between my hind paws, and while he clearly has more gear in that pile he pulls the bag he carried it here in over top of it all before I can get a look, and without putting any more on me--not that I could be much more helpless or immobilized right now, I growl, and squirm, kicking a hind paw fitfully--though it can barely move anyway--when he gets off me and spends several seconds taking in the view of my exposed sex--before I tuck my tail against my belly to hide it from him.
"Such a bad dragoness you are," he murmurs, putting a forepaw on my tail but not pulling, thrusting gently at the air and drawing my eyes--and thoughts--to his full arousal. "You need to be disciplined, so you learn to behave..."
"Mmmrf!" I growl again, wriggling and fighting my bonds and trying not to stare at his hard cock, not wanting to know what he has in mind.
He rolls me onto my belly, keeps me pinned enough to bind my wings against my back, then he lets me struggle to my feet, turn to face him and growl again before grinning and pouncing at me. His tail knocks my forelegs from beneath me and coils tight around them, holding them still and forcing me to lie on my chest while my hindquarters remain propped up in the air by my spread-open hind legs. "Mmf!" I grunt as my ribs fall to the ground, and in that moment he wedges his snout beneath my tail and deftly forces it out of the way, pressing his neck to the base of my tail so I'm forced to raise it and gripping it about halfway down with a forepaw so I can't hit him with it--though I try anyway, my tail lashing hard but pointlessly, as his grip is too strong to overcome.
"Bad girl!" he says, his voice some mixture of stern and very amused, and the next thing I know his free forepaw slaps hard against my rump, making me jerk at the momentary sting of pain. I turn my head and glare, unable to move my body in the grip of his limbs and the stout gear, my tail twitching but unable to lower, hind paws trapped by the spreader bar... He looks back at me and grins, then spanks me again, his paw striking my other flank this time.
I let out a muffled little grunt from the impact and thrash in my bonds, but he holds me still and smacks the other flank again. "Don't fight it, you bad girl, you know you need punishment for attacking me like that!" he says, grinning wide and gently humping the ground in his excitement.
"Rrrrrgh!" I snarl at him, claws clenching uselessly within the mittens in frustration at being so powerless... But he just smacks me again, getting into a slow rhythm, giving me spank after stout spank despite my muffled protests and struggles to escape. It doesn't really hurt, just little stings... or at least not at first. The pain fades a little less each time, so with each successive slap it feels a little harder, smarts a little more, makes me growl a little louder in response... Tightly bound and pinned in place and exposed to him, I can do nothing but take the spanking he gives me, clamping down on the ball-gag to help mute my reactions but not having much success with that as the strikes of his paw sting more and more. Not that it'll get him anywhere--it takes more than just pain to quell a dragon.
But then he does something that breaks through the haze of the repeated blows: instead of spanking me, his forepaw darts between my forcibly spread hind legs and gives my slit a firm grope. The pleasure is a sharp contrast to the pain he'd been giving me before, and my unprepared body shudders at the feeling, drawing a soft moan from my throat. His claws tickle at my entrance, graze just once against my clit, cup the shape of my sex... and then he spanks my rump again, my growl of pain much louder, having momentarily forgotten the 'punishment' while he teased me.
"I figured you could use a reminder of what you're supposed to be letting me do what I want with, while I discipline you..." he snickers. "And it helps keep you from trying to zone out, too!" And with that he goes right back to spanking me with gusto and obvious enjoyment. Now every few spanks, though, his paw finds my sex instead of my rear, mixing those dully painful strikes with a few moments of light, teasing pleasure before that's washed away by another firm smack.
"Mmmmh-- Mmmf!" I howl muffledly, unable to cope with what he's doing, always shocked out of my attempts to ignore everything with hazy pain by a tickle to my clit, or his paw rubbing against my entrance, or even a digit pressing a little ways inside me... I jerk and snarl and wriggle in his grip, anger and pain focusing my attempts to escape before pleasure drains the strength from my limbs, all my howling quieted every few moments by moans of enjoyment, and I can feel myself growing hot and wet from the stimulation, from the scent of him, even from my helplessness and humiliation--
Owwwww, I'm going to get him for this! I'm going to tie him down and flog him and tease him and leave him hard and needy while I pleasure myself right in front of him, then spank him some more and keep him tied up and not let him cum for-- "Nnnh," I moan and shudder powerfully as two claws penetrating me stop my thoughts right in their tracks, unable to concentrate when overcome by the sting and the tease of his paw. Spank, spank, spank, grope, spank, rub, tease, spank, spank, spank... I yowl and buck and shiver and moan, I can't take this, I'm never sure what's coming next and I can't think and I can't make it stop and it hurts but it feels so good at the same time!
"Mmmf! Mmf! Mmmhf! Nnngh... Mmh-- Mmmmf!" I pant around the gag stuffed between my jaws, trembling and wriggling powerlessly, my ass stinging, my slit wet and nearly dripping... And then, finally, Tash stops, his paw coming to a rest cupping my sex once again but not rubbing or tickling, just holding me there.
He looks over at my snout, still grinning wide, and says, "still feeling so feisty, you naughty dragoness?"
It takes a few moments for his words to register, and a few seconds more for me to react to them... I know I need to snarl and glare at him and struggle, but I don't want more of this, but I won't let him win, but I can't stop him and if he keeps going I don't know what I'll do, but I'm not subby! "Rrrg!" I growl at him, finally, and thrash against him and my bonds, but there was enough of a delay that his grin grows wider; he's not convinced.
"Are you sure? You don't seem so tough now... Do you need more spankings," he gives me a lighter smack to my rump that reminds me how much my rear still smarts, "or are you ready to be a good girl?" His paw returns to my pussy, which he gently gropes, making me shudder again.
I want to growl at him, I want to buck and glare and snarl and try to escape... but that teasing grope just feels too good, makes me want to be a good girl like he says, makes me want to avoid more spankings like the one he just gave me... "Mmmf," I moan, and tilt my head a little.
"That's a good dragoness," he chuckles. His tail releases my forepaws and reaches for more equipment, but I'm too drained at the moment to try to stand--not that it matters, as he binds my forepaws to the center of the spreader bar so now I have no choice but to keep lying where I am. Next comes a second spreader bar fit between my knees to keep me from lowering my belly, then a couple straps to bind my tail to the collar around my neck, holding it raised up over my back and keeping me very much exposed to him, a fact he emphasizes by sniffing between my flanks, then giving my slit a little nuzzle.
"Mmh..." I moan quietly through the gag, shivering a little as the pleasure of the soft scales of his snout rubbing my entrance makes me forget about my tingling rump for a few moments. I grind against him a little, wishing, nearly asking that he part his jaws and put his tongue to work back there... but then he pulls his head away, and all I can feel is the throbbing heat of where his paw struck me over and over, reminding me of how I paid for not being a 'good girl' like he wanted...
"There we are... that should hold you nice and tight for a long while," he murmurs, nuzzling my neck this time, then behind my jaw. "Now, if you'd been good, I'd be ready to give you a little tease and then mount you... but you weren't good, were you? I, on the other hand, am still a very horny dragon," he sits on his haunches before me, my eyes again drawn to his massive, throbbing cock. "And I still want to enjoy myself... I suppose I'll just have to do it myself."
I can only watch as he takes a paw to himself right there in front of me and begins to pleasure himself, groaning and rocking his hips and twitching at the feeling... Getting himself off, while I'm tied up and exposed and wet and eager and very willing! I give him a little whine, looking up at him, looking at that big hard shaft and wanting him to put it where it belongs, where it would feel so good for it to go-- "Mmmmf!" I say muffledly, but he ignores me, and bound and immobilized this way I can't get myself off like he is. All I can do is lie there and stare and whine with desire, wriggling back and forth in my restraints, feeling only the sting of where he spanked me, paying doubly now for not being his good girl by being spanked, then left alone despite wanting his attention...
He knows how much I admire his dragonhood, too, how much I enjoy taking it inside me, and he makes sure I have a great view of what he's doing to himself while he strokes his shaft with that forepaw, faster now, more firmly, panting harder and closing his eyes and giving little jerks of his hindquarters and tail as he begins to grow close... I moan at him and squirm, wishing I could feel the pleasure he feels, my hind legs straining against those spreader bars, but it's useless, my hot needy sex is horribly, achingly left alone, and all I get to do is watch as he reaches his orgasm, groaning and shuddering and releasing himself on the ground next to my head--not getting any of it on me, thankfully, as this is humiliating enough as it is!
His hot seed only makes his scent even stronger, and I wriggle and whine again in lust, hips rocking the little they can, wishing I was grinding against his shaft instead of waggling my rear back and forth in empty air. "Mmmmmf..."
"Ooooh... Nnng, ohhh that felt nice..." he pants, giving a little shiver before opening his eyes and looking down at me again. "Did you like the view?"
"Mmmf!" I moan yet again, humping air a little more energetically and wishing he'd either notice, give me what I want, or both!
"Oh... You want some pleasure too, do you? Then you should have been a good girl," he chuckles, whipping his tail around to give my rump another smack, getting me to jerk against my bonds and yelp at the sting of his strike--more from the accumulation of past blows than the strength of that one.
"Mmf! Mmmmhf!" I plead, unable to do any better than those muffled moans with that ball-gag pulled deep into my snout.
That makes his tail flick again, but this time it's in amusement, not to spank me again. "Hm... Well, you seem like you really want it... Will you keep being a good girl, if I give you something to enjoy? Whine for me, if you'll behave like a good bound-up dragoness should..."
I whine immediately, without even considering that he gave me the choice of beginning to resist again... Damn it, I can't help myself! I'm not subby, he knows it, I know it, and yet he has me asking him to pleasure me, whining and begging and agreeing to be his 'good girl!'
Tash doesn't give me much time to reflect on that. Though his spent cock is now softer and has mostly retreated, he circles around behind me and, gently, presses his forepaw against my entrance. The touch makes me shiver and moan in desire, having so badly wanted any contact, no matter how light, ever since he stopped spanking me... But then he just holds his paw there! He doesn't rub, he doesn't tickle, and even when I try to grind against him he moves his paw with me, and I moan in needy frustrated helplessness, turning my head to look pleadingly back at him. "Mmmhf..."
He makes eye contact and grins mischievously, both of us knowing that I depend entirely on him for even the slightest bit of pleasure, and only after a few more moments does he finally do something more, his paw slowly curling, gripping between my hind legs in a steady, gentle grope. That alone is enough for me to wriggle from the feeling, rocking my hips and moaning softly to ask for more, but he ignores me, his paw opening, then closing again at that same steady pace, just squeezing the outside of my sex, nothing more... My body still reacts, though, with a shiver and a rush of heat, and I try a little harder to grind against him, just wanting more, wanting a nice strong orgasm like that paw of his gave himself just a moment ago!
"Oh, you really like this, don't you..." he says softly, his paw now stroking my entrance instead of groping it, tracing its shape with his claws, pressing the slightest bit into me, grazing ever-so-lightly against my clit. "Like being bound up and forcibly exposed to me, like it when I touch you back here, like being my little toy to tease and mount as much as I want..."
He gives my clit a little more attention when he says that, so that I can only respond to him with shudders and gag-muffled moans of pleasure, my mind forced to register his words and my arousal and excitement and the bliss my body feels from his touch all at the same time. "Nnnngh," I say, eyes half-lidded, hind claws clenching within their mittens from the feeling of his claws tickling my sex.
Tash just chuckles and keeps going, those claws dancing back and forth, up and down against my sensitive groin, occasionally rubbing my clit or pressing into me but never doing so for more than a few moments at a time... It makes me writhe and groan with enjoyment, his touch feeling so good, but before long my attempts to grind against his paw begin to grow harder, my moans louder and more insistent, my gaze back at him more pleading--I want more! I keep picturing his amazing cock in my mind, keep thinking of how wonderful it feels when he thrusts it inside me, and I want to feel that, want him to make me cum with it, not just this endless light tickling that gets me nowhere! Moaning as he presses two digits into me for a moment, I squirm and rock my hips powerfully and strain my hind paws and tail against their bonds, looking back at him and giving him a loud, insistent whine of desire. "Mmrrf!"
That makes him chuckle softly again. "I know... this feels good, doesn't it?" He jabs into me a couple times with those two claws, my body shuddering, but then they withdraw again and it's back to the horribly light tease, the achingly gentle tickling of his claws against my entrance... I try again to plead for him to do more than just that, I can smell his arousal and I don't know if it's just lingering from what he did earlier or he's hard again but I feel like he must be when I want so badly for him to rear up and mount me and take me fast and rough... I try to fight the restraints keeping me helpless and trapped in this position, but they're so strong, and I can barely summon the strength to struggle with the pleasure and desire racing through me, my attempts to focus and pull against the cuffs or the spreader bars or the straps on my tail constantly interrupted by shivers of lust.
I don't know how long he keeps it up, I just know that I'm panting hard, moaning with every breath, squirming constantly and shuddering from head to rump every time one of his claws grazes against my clit... and whining plaintively at him every time he does. He ignores me regardless, teasing on and on and on, and I don't know what he's waiting for or when he plans to stop or how on earth his paw isn't tired from doing this for so long... I just know that it feels good but horrible at the same time, and that I want so badly for him to mount me properly, and that I might let him keep me tied up for a week without complaining if he'd just stop and listen to my pleas and take me good and hard!
But then his teasing stops entirely, and it's not to mount me; he's just sitting there, watching me and grinning and flicking his tail... I howl at him and thrash and wave my exposed rear at him, whimpering and yowling muffledly in need, straining desperately but uselessly to touch myself if he won't, this sudden lack of stimulation after being teased for so long making my desire even more powerful!
"You know..." he says slowly, not needing to raise his voice to make himself heard with the ball-gag keeping me quiet, "you're a hot dragon, Nimella... Even more so tied up like this, and irresistibly so when you're so hot and needy." He pauses and sits up on his haunches, so I can see that he's fully hard once again, and purrs, "can you keep being a good girl?"
"Mmhmm!" I bob my head emphatically, not caring about whether or not I act subby anymore, just wanting him to mount me already and not caring what I have to do to get it!
"That's it... Just what I wanted to hear," he murmurs, stroking my rump with a forepaw, then rewarding me with another nuzzle to my sex and, after a moment, the firm touch of his tongue flicking across my clit once, twice, making me jerk and moan loudly in pleasure. Then his head pulls away, but I don't complain because I can see him steadying himself, then rearing back onto his hind legs and carefully stepping forward, and I groan happily when he puts his forepaws up on my back, consciously holding my rump up high and still even though the bondage gear already has me held in that position--wanting so powerfully to present myself to him that I can't resist the urge despite being bound up tight.
He holds me there for a few moments, getting a good grip around my chest with his forelegs, snout rubbing at the back of my neck, and then finally I feel that massive cock of his press against my belly as he orients himself... I shiver in anticipation and wait as he prods once, then finds my entrance and, with one amazing, powerful thrust, presses his shaft deep inside me.
"Nnnngh!" I crane my head back and moan, shuddering powerfully beneath him as he spreads me open and fills me up tight and deep. His grip and the bondage gear make sure that convulsion isn't nearly enough to risk throwing him, though, and after a moment he groans and adjusts his stance and begins to take me, groaning softly and biting gently at my neck while he does. I can't help but try to grind back against him while he humps me, already feeling close to orgasm after being teased so much for so long and finally getting the incredible stimulation I'd wanted so badly, panting hard around my gag, squirming back and forth in my restraints and feeling my insides getting hotter, tighter around him while his thick cock pumps in and out of me...
Wound-up as I am after his extended spanking and teasing, it doesn't take long for him to ride me to my orgasm. Howling and biting firmly on my gag, I shudder and writhe beneath him, my sex clenching hard on him, seizing powerfully around his length and making me howl even more loudly in ecstasy as my tunnel attempts to clamp down on such a big, thick, deep intrusion! "Mmmmh! Mmmmm! Mmmf!" I cry out, his hard pounding drawing my climax out longer and longer until finally my body's had enough, and I go still beneath him, gasping for breath and shivering at how much that wonderful orgasm took out of me.
As amazing as that was, though, he's not done! I shudder as an aftershock hits me and moan again, wriggling beneath him, but still stuck here as he continues to fuck me and quivering from the intense sensation as my spent body is forced to keep feeling him take me, feel that thick shaft thrust in and out, over and over, his grip tight around me as he keeps using me to get another orgasm of his own... It takes a little while, his body a little worn by his earlier peak, but before long I shudder as I feel him cum again, inside me this time, that hot sticky seed of his spraying into my depths--and making me have another orgasm, too. This one makes me shake and pant and moan as my sex milks him for all he can give me, straining to contract around his length, my body shuddering at the wonderful feelings that wash over me.
Finally it ends, and he goes still above me, his grip slowly loosening, jaws giving me one last little nibble before releasing my neck, and then he withdraws, leaving my now-empty slit feeling oddly open for a few moments before it adjusts, no longer having to spread so wide around his shaft, and slowly closes itself... making me shiver one last time at that feeling. "Mmmm..." he nuzzles me, panting as hard as I am. "Did you like that?"
"Mmh... Mhmm," I moan up at him, unable to respond any other way after how amazing that felt. I can only lie there and gasp otherwise, too exhausted to struggle or to even consider getting free of this gear.
Tash yawns, then chuckles at his own display of weariness. "I think we're both due for a little nap... Let me adjust your gear a little to help you get more comfy, then since you said you like snuggling me while tied up so much, I think I'll cuddle up against you!" He grins, ignoring my little moan of irritation at not being let go, but despite that I can't bring myself to resist as he takes off the twin spreader bars and the binding that holds my tail up, then helps me curl up and cuffs my hind paws too, using a short strap to bind my two sets of cuffs together and firmly hogtie me.
"Mmf," I growl quietly, but he just curls up around me, his hot body pressing against mine from all sides, his head lying next to mine.
"Shh, shh... it's naptime, and a good girl naps with her captor..." he murmurs, giving me a little grin. "And didn't you say you'd keep being a good girl?"
I sigh, and squirm, but I'm exhausted from the spanking and teasing and mating and the bondage gear has me trapped and helpless anyway... "Hrmmf," I huff at him, before giving in and snuggling against him, unable to resist purring a little from my body's contentment after being mounted like that. He chuckles again, then closes his eyes, and exhausted as I am, powerless to do anything but rest there with him, I can't stop myself from falling into a doze.
"Wake up, sleepydragon..." Something prods at my neck, and I feel hot breath on my snout, then the firm lick of a hot wet tongue to my nose.
"Mmmmf..." I say reluctantly, wanting to roll over and pull a wing over my head-- Oh, right. I'm still tied up and helpless, I remember, opening my eyes and growling at him, gnawing on the ball-gag still wedged between my jaws; it seems I'm just as helpless as I was when I fell asleep.
"My my, still a little feisty, I see..." His forepaw slides down my side and haunch to my rump, which is sore but not horribly so--as long as he doesn't spank me again! He just gropes my ass though, which makes me squirm in discomfort as that's enough for the soreness to affect me... I growl at him and glare, even though he didn't spank me, and tug on the cuffs keeping my four paws together.
"Rrrmf!"
He chuckles and gives my rear a gentle smack, enough to make me growl again but not enough for it to really hurt, just a dull throb... "Well then, since you don't want to behave," he reaches under the bag and pulls out a dildo, some lube, and a roll of some black wrap... But my focus is more on that toy, not as big as his own cock but ribbed, and with a bulge near its base, eyes drawn to it as he lubes it up, uncertainty making me quiver for a moment--he's going to put that into me, I'm sure, but how much does he plan to do with it?
Yanking my tail out of the way, he presses the dildo slowly but firmly into my sex, getting me to squirm and groan as it penetrates me, its bulge spreading me especially wide... "Mmmmhf," I moan, kicking a little with my paws but unable to move them very easily or very far with all of them bound together, and I can't stop him or get the toy out. Once it's all the way in, nothing but the flange at its base visible outside my slit, he takes the roll of wrap and covers my flanks and belly and the base of my tail with it, looping around as if he's going to use it to hold the toy inside me... But then he stops, the toy still uncovered, and looks over at me.
"If you'd been a good girl, I would have just let you out," he grins. "But since you were feisty... you have to work your way free on your own."
"Mmmf!?" I look at my mittened paws; how am I supposed to take off any of this gear without using my claws?
"Oh hush; I took the keys off the buckles of your mittens, so it's not impossible to escape... It just might take you a while." He snickers, tail flicking. "As for the cuffs, the key is dangling from the collar around your neck, so you'll be able to take those off too... eventually. And to make things more fun for you..." His gaze falls to that dildo he stuck inside me, and then his paw reaches for its base--and right then I realize that this toy has a vibrator inside it.
"Mmmf--nnnnh," I try to protest, but it's drowned out by a moan as he turns it on, to medium, and I squirm at the pleasure of it buzzing against my insides...
Once it's on, he finishes wrapping up my hindquarters, covering my slit and the toy inside it--not only trapping it inside me, preventing me from turning it off! And I'll need my claws to cut through the material... He finishes, cuts the used material from the rest of the roll and makes sure it's secure, then sets the remainder down. "Have fun!" he grins and spreads his wings as I moan and begin to reflexively grind against the dildo, then he turns and leaves me there in my cave, alone, stimulated, and unable to stop it for... however long it takes to get free.
I stare at the strap buckled tight around the wrist of one forepaw. How... How am I supposed to do this, when I don't have my paws to work the buckle with? I need to... "Nnngh," I need to figure out how to concentrate with the vibrator teasing me, and rock my hips again, the stimulation arousing me despite my half-hearted attempts to fight it, making me moan and pant and squirm-- No, I need to escape, if I only think about the pleasure then I'll never get free!
Shuddering at the feeling of the toy buzzing against all of the most sensitive spots of my insides, I try to think... You open a buckle by pulling up on the strap, so the free side slides in, and then pull farther up so the prong slips out of the hole in the strap... "Mmh!" I shiver in lust, heat and tightness beginning to build inside me-- No, then once the prong is out, you can pull the strap out of the buckle. But... without my paws, how am I supposed to do that?
I snarl and gnaw on my gag in frustration, shuddering as the toy's constant vibrating works me up steadily, its buzz and stimulation eroding my attempts to think... I need something that can slip beneath the strap and pull on it. My tail! It's free, its tip is narrow enough... Flicking it around, I try to wedge its tip into the buckle, but it barely fits; I moan and grind against the toy and press harder and get a little farther in, able to pull up on the strap now. It has to be done carefully, and progress is slow, but there is progress, I can see it even though I'm panting and squirming and barely able to keep my tail tugging while the stimulation assaults me...
Instinct tells me to raise my tail away from my rump, to spread my hind legs out wide, to give the dragon fucking me easier access, but my hind paws are bound tight together, and if I move my tail then it won't be helping open up this mitten any more! "Mmmmmh," I moan, low and throaty, but finally I'm able to get the free end of the strap into the buckle... Now I need to coil my tail around that end, and pull to the side to get the, "rrh..." the prong out... Yes! Trembling now from the sensation driving my body wild, I use my tailtip to flick the prong out of the way, then repeat the process of working my tail beneath the strap and pulling, to get the strap out of the buckle; it's faster this time, and finally it comes free--
Just in time for the vibrator to get me to orgasm.
I moan and buck against the bonds keeping me hogtied as the ecstasy rips through me, my hind legs and tail trembling, my sex clenching around the toy as if it could give me seed like Tash did... But when my forced orgasm stops the vibrator is still going, and I yowl and shudder in instant aftershock as it buzzes right along against my sensitive insides. I know even if my body doesn't that I need to stop this as soon as I can, not let it take me much farther, for the more I cum, the less control I'll have over myself...
Thankfully the most difficult obstacle has been dealt with, and I manage to wedge the loosened mitten between the mitts of my hind paws and pull, just enough so my forepaw can do the rest of the work on its own. Groaning and shivering as I feel the vibrator start building up my body again, I fight the cuffs to reach my other forepaw and manage, slowly, to get that mitten off as well. "Mmmrf!" I moan, reaching for the material wrapped around my hindquarters, but I can't quite reach with my paws still hogtied... I'll have to get the cuffs off.
I grab the key off the collar around my neck, twist my paws to get it into the keyhole on a cuff, and turn to open it--sighing in relief as one of my paws, finally, comes free. But that moment of triumph is lost as my body is overwhelmed a second time, the intense pleasure of another orgasm making me writhe and grind against the toy and howl muffledly into my gag. This climax lasts longer than the first, more violent, and when it ends I have to lie there, shuddering in continuing pleasure as the toy buzzes merrily on, and gasp for breath for a few moments before I can remember to reach for my hindquarters, claws out, and saw through the material holding the dildo inside me. I shiver and groan a few more times, but finally manage to work my way through it enough to expose the toy, and with one final yowl of pleasure I yank the thing out of me.
It keeps vibrating for a few moments before I turn it off, then I let it fall to the ground, panting and lashing my tail as finally the intrusion is gone, the stimulation is no more, my body can relax... But, having cum twice more, my strength is almost drained, and I have to focus my will to remind myself to get the rest of this bondage gear off. First come the cuffs, easier now that I have a paw completely free, then the ball-gag, and I work my jaws to stretch and loosen them up as I remove the mittens from my hind paws, the rest of the wrappings on my rump, the straps around my wings, and finally the collar he put around my neck. I sweep the gear into a little pile with my tail, drape the bag over it, then groan and stretch out my four paws and wings and tail now that I have the freedom to move them again. The equipment is Tash's, yeah, but I'll return it to him soon... preferably after binding him with it, along with some gear and toys of my own!