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Syraph was due back in one more day from her mini-vacation. Seeing as how I had already cleaned the cave, had a visitor, gone hunting several times, and just filled up on food for the day, I was left to do whatever I pleased. After finding the mysterious chair covered in gear and toys in the middle of the playroom yesterday, I'd gotten some ideas to help pass solitary boredom, and to show my dedication to my mate. I figured, since I was full, and since I had nothing else to do, I'd try a bit of self-bondage like I had originally planned before my guest showed up. It was bound to be a more erotic and exhilarating experience than I had originally planned, with the chair now in play.

The chair was a marvelous sight by itself. It was built slightly like a recliner, tilted back at a small angle. Some of the features were what made it hard to turn away from. It had thick cushioning, padded with leather all over it. There was a thick metal collar attached to the back of the chair, slightly under where the head would rest. The armrests likewise had metal braces on them and leather mitts attached to the ends of each rest, to keep the victim's claws bound up. The part where the legs rested had long leather sleeves large enough for legs to fit through, though they were bound to the chair and had adjustable straps on the top and bottom. Up near the headrest was a strange gag. It was made of latex, so it wouldn't crack, and it would form to the victim's mouth, throat, and even nostrils, but it had a tube that fed through it to allow the victim to breathe. The tube leads around behind the chair to an air tank, which had an automatic pump on it. This would force the bound dragon to breathe by the machine's rate, not their own. The gag did more than silence the victim; it formed around their eyes and ears as well, depriving them of almost all sensory. The sides of the chair also had hooks along them to attach straps to. They formed an "X" shape across the torso, and worked much like belts from there down. The seat of the chair had a small anal stimulation toy attached to it. It massages the bound dragon while the tail is pulled through an opening in the back of the chair and bound to the bottom of it. The final and probably most pleasurable feature about the device was the pumping machine that attached to the victim's shaft. It was a long tube with a stretchy-latex balloon inside it. This could be controlled by a small control panel on the back of the chair. I already knew this much from merely looking at it, so I had no idea what else it could do as far as features went.

I decided I would surprise Syraph when she got back from her trip by turning on the chair, getting strapped in and rendering myself completely helpless until she decided to let me go. Before I jumped right into it, I went behind the machine and looked around at the controls a bit. The first one I saw was the control for the pumping machine. It had three settings: Stimulation, Denial, and Quick Orgasm. Just so I seemed more needy when Syraph finally got back, I set it to Denial. The next dial I looked at was labeled, "Vacuum Control." I hadn't seen anything besides the pumping machine that had to do with vacuums yet, but I looked closer at the chair and noticed there was a medium-thick latex cover over the cushioning, but it wasn't attached. I also noticed it was molded slightly, with what looked like natural curves and bends where they would be on a dragon, much like me. This dial had three settings as well: Release, Cover, and Skin-Tight. Obviously, I was looking for the best bondage experience I could get into, so I left it on Skin-Tight. The last dial on the panel controlled the breathing machine on the back of the chair. This one went by number of seconds between each breath. After thinking about it for a while, I set it to five seconds; this way I wouldn't have too much of an issue breathing the whole time. After I plugged the chair in, I slowly walked around it to see what it looked like while it was on: nothing was different from when it was unplugged. I thought, "There must just be a weight sensor or something to start it." I moved the heavy latex cover as I got in the chair, positioning myself to be strapped into place. When I was comfortable, I pulled the latex cover back over me and hooked it where it was originally attached. All I did after that was put my arms in the arm cuffs and the chair practically came alive and took care of the rest.

It seemed almost systematic how each restraint secured itself. Starting at the bottom, the leg sleeves tightened and pulled down to the chair, keeping my legs still. Next were the body harnesses which went from my waist up to my lower neck - about where the latex cover ended. They pulled tight over my body, rendering most of my body immobile already. The arm parts followed, tightening the mitts around my claws. At this point, I was already quite excited and getting hard quickly, with the pumping machine teasing my shaft out with small vibrations. Both the machine and my cock were pinned against my chest by the thick cover of the chair, and it hadn't even been tightened much yet! Once all the main straps that covered my waist to neck were in place, I felt the cover of the chair start to squeeze me all over. I also heard a machine behind the chair kick on as the cover tightened all around me. I said to myself, "So that's what that vacuum control dial was for!" The next few minutes were relatively calm, except for the increasingly tight wrap of the thick latex around me. I began to moan out a little bit as it pressed hard against my shaft and the toy; revealing every curve and detail of my body. It was slightly cold at first, especially when it hugged the area around my tail and pressed my back into the chair. After about three minutes, it was finally finished. I could now see every curve of my body in perfect detail. This, in tandem with the glare off the shiny material encasing every inch of my body made me incredibly horny! This view only lasted about a minute before the large latex gag swiveled around the side of the chair and went to work. It was more effective than a ball gag, because once it was in my mouth, it formed to the shape of my maw, then more latex connected itself around the outside of my jaw, pinning it shut and nearly silencing me entirely. I could still moan from the back of my throat, but it was severely muffled. The latex crept up my face and then over my eyes, forcing them shut and remaining in place. I started to growl in a playful tone just because of this. It then went to my ears, forming thick plugs that molded around them and tightly secured themselves around my head. Finally it crept around the end of my muzzle, slightly going up my nostrils and sealing off all outside air. Once this was finished, the large tank on the back of the chair turned on and started pumping air in, and out of me from the connecting tube. It was now that I felt truly defeated and helpless. All there was to do now was to wait for Syraph to get back...

I tried to shift around a bit in the chair, but I didn't get very far. I could only move about half an inch to either side, but I caught myself doing it on purpose just to feel the soft and slick skin of the latex grind against my scales. The tight squeeze of the material by itself was a huge turn on; add that to the constant gentle suction on my shaft and the soothing massaging toy plugging my tailhole, I'm surprised I hadn't cum already! I think it was more the mental aspect of the situation that was keeping me on edge and horny as hell. Nevertheless, the pump working my cock held true to its setting. Each time I would get near the edge, it would cut off completely, allowing me a moment's peace. I wouldn't be able to cum anyway, with the ring around the base of my shaft. Even as frustrating as being denied over and over can be, I didn't want out. I felt strangely at home in this position, and just knowing Syraph would soon be around to toy with me made me increasingly horny and needy.

After a few hours in the chair, I'd almost gotten used to the constant denial, and could nearly just relax completely. What I found to be extremely enjoyable was to stop concentrating on anything else and only focus on the sweet feel of the sucking on my cock and the toy massaging my G spot. It wasn't so much the climax I wanted, but mainly to take in the moment. I hadn't been in this heavy of bondage for a long time; if ever, especially without anyone else around. It must be the feeling of slight danger that made this so different from past sessions. Of course, when Syraph was to arrive, that feeling would wear off; however, a new feeling of defeat and submission would set in. I'm not sure what it was about the feeling of not being in control that affected me the way it did. Whatever it was, many thoughts of what could happen crossed my mind. I thought of questions like, "What if the breathing machine stopped working?" and "What if Syraph didn't come back for another week or so?" For some reason, it was possibilities like these that made me that much more excited. At this point, the denial and stimulation almost weren't bothering me, though there were a few times where the pump on my cock had me struggling and biting down on the thick gag in my mouth. I'd been in the chair for a good eight hours already; only ten more until Syraph was due back, give or take a few.

I'd gone through the entire night without sleeping, but I was still wide awake. Even as used to it as I was getting, the pleasure of being slowly stimulated and massaged was hard to ignore entirely. What I would notice whenever I dozed off in the slightest was the machine would somehow detect it and give me a few seconds of harder pumping and massaging to get my attention. It was slightly irritating, just because of the boredom of being confined in solitude, but it still felt amazing. Strangely, when I wasn't trying to doze off, I found just relaxing to be even easier than normal. I didn't even have to breathe on command, with the machine controlling my every breath, and being constantly pleasured by the pump and massaging toys, I was quite happy just sitting there.

After a little while, I felt a familiar stroke of four claws run horizontally across my belly. I knew immediately who it was. Syraph was back, and my feeling of boredom suddenly changed to extreme excitement. Before long, she pressed a button on the back of the chair, releasing my gag. Now that I could hear and see her, she greeted me: "Well, not the way I would've expected to see you right when I get home, but nevertheless, quite a little housewarming gift." I replied quickly, "Syraph, I love you, and I thought I'd give you something fun to do when you got back. Besides, I don't recall us ever trying this thing out." She walked closer to me, held my chin in her hand and told me, "I love you all the same, and I wouldn't care what you decided to do when I got back. Though, I'm not going to lie: you look like you're having a lot of fun; and I'd be glad to help you have your fun, love..." Right after that, she locked her tongue with mine for a few moments. I closed my eyes, embracing the moment and completely forgetting about the stimulation going on at the time. The only thing that slightly irritated me at the moment was that I couldn't free my arms to pull her in closer, due to the fact I was pinned by the vacuum cover of the chair. After a twenty second kiss, she backed off and said, "Well, hope you're ready. I intend on giving you the ride of your life!" And with that, she pressed the button again, moving the gag back to its original position; however, she set it to leave the earplugs off this time. She left me alone for a few minutes so I would get back into the mood. It didn't take long before the stimulation got me quite horny and needy once more. Probably five minutes went by before she came back. I felt a gentle press of a hand against my shaft, followed by a smooth stroke across my belly. It wasn't hard to notice, due to the tight latex encasing my body. By now it nearly felt like a second skin, like it was almost a part of me. After a few moments of rubbing my latex-covered belly, Syraph came close to my ear and whispered, "Hope you're ready to scream, my love..." Immediately my heart rate increased and I began to ponder what was in store for me. By the tone of her voice, whatever it was, it was going to be good...

Syraph gave me a few moments of relaxation before doing anything major by gently rubbing my belly and occasionally pressing against my hidden shaft. She would even sit on me, right about where my cock was hidden just as another way of teasing me. I could feel her soft underside move against me, but it was just out of reach; inaccessible from my position... The desire for freedom started burning once more, but I knew it wasn't going to happen for quite a while. At long last, her mild teasing stopped, and all went silent for a moment. Then I felt a breath on my ear, followed by a faint whisper without tone or pitch, saying, "Get ready..." I just clenched my muscles and hoped for the best. After a moment, I felt the suction toy on my cock grow hungrier and start milking me harder. I tried to pull my arms and legs toward my midsection just out of reaction to the new feeling. It was now when I realized how tightly bound up I was. My arms didn't move at all, and my legs moved about a millimeter, give or take. For a few moments, the increased suction felt good, but it didn't last. Soon enough it revealed to be too weak to trigger an orgasm. Even if it was strong enough, however, Syraph was in control, and she would have turned down the intensity right as the edge was coming up. There was no getting around being denied; every time I was so close to going over the edge, the stimulation would stop completely, my muscles would clench and I would unwillingly let out a roar or unachieved pleasure, muffled severely by the large gag. Occasionally I would hear Syraph chuckle in an evil tone when she messed with the controls. I knew it was part of her teasing game, and there wasn't anything I could really do about it anyway. If it did anything, it made me hornier than I ever thought possible.

Probably fifteen minutes of playing with the suction tube and Syraph was still enjoying herself; along with me. I'd been brought to the edge several times already, and each time, another aggravating denial. After a little while, the suction decreased and remained at a low level. I was glad for the relief after twenty minutes of being denied over and over, however, my break didn't last. For a few minutes, Syraph sat in my lap, licking all over my face. Each stroke of her tongue was slow but forceful, so I could feel it through the thick mask easily. It was a huge turn-on and made me want out just to lock tongues with her for the rest of the night. All these thoughts things that I knew were not going to happen only made me feel more helpless, and since Syraph was in control, hornier as well. I felt her get up from my lap, only followed by sheer silence and no stimulation whatsoever... I knew she was about to do something, though all I could do was wait for something. After a minute of almost numbing silence, I noticed the machine controlling my breathing had stopped pumping air. It wasn't letting air in, or out now. I was confused for a moment, but then I felt Syraph rubbing my cheek, whispering, "Just relax, love. I know you'll enjoy it..." And she was right. I was extremely excited now. I knew what was going on now, and I took advantage of it to get as horny as I could. I tried to breathe even knowing I wouldn't be able to get any air. A couple of times I moaned a bit, just from clenching my muscles from trying to breathe. Syraph heard me a few times, and once or twice, she would mutter, "Ah, ah, ah... No air for my dragon yet...", then increase the suction on the vacuum cover of the chair to a nearly painful tightness. This would draw from me long moans of pleasure and ever-so slight pain, yet the feeling of being deprived of air and kept totally helpless made me increasingly horny as time went on. "Mmmph, nrrrgh!" I would occasionally cry out, sometimes shaking a bit from pure excitement. Feeling tightly hugged all over, being deprived of air, and not being able to do anything about it was one of those mysterious pleasures I'll never understand; nevertheless, I enjoyed it, and Syraph knew that. About four minutes in, I began to squirm; my need to breathe growing greater. After years of doing this kind of thing with Syraph for years, I'd built up an impressive time I could go without breathing. My record without being in bondage was around twelve minutes, but only with total concentration can I do that. The excitement of being bound and denied, let alone having my whole body squeezed tightly made it hard to hold a breath for over a few minutes. Not too much longer and I was squirming furiously, moaning loudly through my gag, awaiting my chance to breathe. Right before I passed out, Syraph turned the machine on again, pumping air into my lungs, but at a much more rapid pace than it had been set to previously. It felt really good to have fresh air flowing into me once more, especially as fast as it was. Normally I'd be panting quite quickly if I'd been denied air as long as I just was. Due to the gag pinning my jaw shut, I couldn't open my mouth to pant, so Syraph made sure I got plenty of air before she cut it off again.

After a few minutes after catching my breath, the machine was still on, and my heart rate was resting at normal once more. I felt Syraph come up next to my left side and caress my cheek, before rubbing her face with my own in a loving way. She moved her head back, sliding her scales across the slick surface of my mask then whispering in my ear, "You ready to cum yet, love?" I moaned and nodded my head as much as I could; making sure she knew I was saying yes. She then stood up and said, "Well, you're going to have to work for it a bit more. Knowing you, I'd have thought you would find this too easy. Well, I can change that, Don..." I knew she was up to something, though the question was: what? Right about then, I felt the vibration increase on the dildo plugging my tailhole, then the vacuum cover on the chair got tighter once more. Now that my muscles were tensed up more from the vibrations, I could feel just how tight the cover was. It felt great, nonetheless, but I knew Syraph wouldn't stop there when it came to teasing me. Shortly after upping the vibrations and the vacuum, once again I felt the milking toy start working harder. Of course, if this wild barrage of pleasure continued, cumming wouldn't take long at the new rate, though I knew it wouldn't last, so I prepared myself for yet another denied attempt. Soon enough, it happened. The sucking and vibrations decreased down to the previous levels. I clenched hard at the denied pleasure once more, only to be fighting a losing battle with the chair's restraints again. Syraph whispered in my right ear after I clenched, "You're doing good so far. Keep working at it, and I might give you your reward sooner, but for now, hold your breath..." I knew she was about to turn the machine off again, so I did as I was told. At least this time I was expecting it, so I would be able to hold it a bit longer than last time, since she got me by surprise. She even counted down this time, just to make sure I was a ready as possible. "Five... Four... Three... Two... One..." She counted. I took a deep breath and started holding it when she hit one. She did still do something that I wasn't expecting- she turned up the milking machine a bit, just as a distraction to keep me from concentrating on holding my breath. A few seconds in, I already wanted to moan a bit, just out of reaction to the stimulation. Just to be even more of a tease, Syraph again came up next to my ear, but this time, she didn't say anything. She was just exhaling loudly, emphasizing the fact I was so close to being able to breathe, yet not quite. She even caressed my head and licked my face a bit, just to try to make me more aroused than I already was. She was definitely trying near her best now, and I couldn't help but to fall for it. My heart was racing, making my need to breathe come sooner than it would have normally. I tried my best not to moan or let out any sounds, trying to conserve air as long as possible. Syraph knew I would have to be let out sooner than before, but I still intended to make it fun for her, so I didn't make any sounds, but I squirmed around as much as I could. Just the feeling of the slick latex cover tightly wrapping around my body was making me incredibly horny; add breath play, milking, and Syraph's teasing... Not climaxing would be a trick by itself, yet, somehow she managed to keep me from going over the edge. A minute in, and I wasn't feeling the need to breathe at all; only the need to orgasm which had been slipping away over and over for almost a whole day now. It was nearly becoming painful every time I was denied, but I knew my reward would be that much more powerful when the time came...

Syraph left the oxygen machine on after a few times of cutting off my air. Now she started teasing me more with rubbing against me and trying to make me hornier yet. Being bound down in tight latex and leather, I was in no position to fight her teasing, nor would I want to even if I could. She once again climbed on top of me, whispering in my ear, "Now, my helpless bound dragon, I bet you want that orgasm pretty bad by now, don't you?" I calmly nodded my head as much I could move, moaning a little bit "Mhm, mhm!" "Well, you won't have to wait too much longer..." She said as she moved down on me a little, licking the latex cover as she moved. Making her way down to where the milking machine was underneath the seal of the chair, she undid the tight zippers and buckles holding it in place and took it out, exposing my dragonhood for the first time in quite a while. The other straps and restraints were tight enough to keep the vacuum seal in the rest of the cover, but Syraph now had full access to my shaft. She gently licked it, wrapping her tongue around it and sliding it up and down. This felt far better than the milking machine did the whole time I was under its control. Her cooling saliva was extremely soothing after having been pent up under thick latex for several hours, and it doubled as a great lube. After my whole cock was covered in her saliva, she slid her lips over my tip, slowly pulling her whole maw over me. I tugged around in my chair in reaction to the new level of pleasure, and growling playfully as I felt the edge coming up fast. I could feel her grip on my shaft tighten slightly as her tongue wrapped around me near my base. She even began to add a little suction as she stroked up and down with her tongue. This reminded me a lot of the suction tube that had been milking me for quite some time. When the edge was just a few strokes away, she would slow down, not allowing me to climax, but not letting the tension disappear enough to create that painful feeling of denial. This continued for about twenty minutes, every minute of that filled with wild fusion of pleasure and pain. She let off for a little while, then muttering, "Well, I think your time has been well spent in that thing. What say we finish what you started?" I moaned desperately through my gag, "MHM, MHM!" trying to thrust out naturally after being denied once again shortly before. Syraph sat on my lap once again, "Alright. It's a good thing you're tied down, 'cause this is going be a record breaker; I'm sure..." She added. As I felt a warm, familiar presence on my cock once more, my heart skipped a beat or so, taking in what she just said. I let out a deep sigh as I felt her familiar sex slip tightly over my dragonhood- a feeling I'd been waiting for since she arrived back from her trip. After a moment of resting, I felt her warm breath heating up the latex on my neck, followed by a stroking feeling on my shaft. She was going to ride me to orgasm, and for how long I'd been denied previous to now, she was right: This was, undoubtedly going to be one hell of a climax.

Syraph's warm body slid over the latex cover and restraints, nearly moving me in the chair along with her. Every movement brought waves of pleasure and lust through my body. I almost forgot about what was going on anywhere else besides my shaft. I heard her moans of pleasure as she rode me slowly, yet powerfully. With her full weight on me, it felt better than the gentle stroking and teasing she had been doing. As she sped up, she started breathing harder, indicating she must have been just as ready for release as I've been the entire time. With all the force working on my base, shaft and tip now, I was nearing the edge faster than ever. I began trying to thrust toward her as she rode me. Even being to no avail, the feeling of my muscles clenching made it feel even better when her weight came down on me. Panting heavily, she muttered, "Oh Don... Even when you can't put any effort into it, you still feel amazing beyond belief!" She picked up speed, going as far down on me as she could, almost hiding my shaft entirely in her hungry sex. I felt her throw her arms around the back of the chair for leverage, pressing down on it me even harder and faster. I knew I wouldn't last more than about thirty seconds at this rate, but at this point, I was eager to get my release. I started groaning loudly through my thick gag, clenching every muscle I had as the edge came closer by the second. Syraph too, was enjoying her end of it immensely. As we both moaned almost in sync with each other, Syraph started riding me faster, almost as if that 'point of no return' was upon her. I started having a similar feeling, like I couldn't fight back orgasm any longer. As she pressed down as fast as she possibly could, moaning with near-nirvana along with me, she rested her head against my chest as the final few seconds before climax were ticking away. She pulled down as hard as she could a few final times, right before screaming out, "Oh yes! OH GOD YES!" At the same time, I tugged as hard as I could against my restraints, roaring out through my gag, "NRRRGH! MMMMPH!" We both came with perfect synchronization and amazing power, like we always had in the past. Just knowing how deep within her I already was by itself, felt amazing. In this moment, I'd proven the chair to be unbreakable. Right after I came, I flexed the muscles in my arms to pull them down with a strength that would've broken most of the other restraints we had; the chair held strong and didn't budge more than an inch. Syraph didn't lift herself up too high after she came, keeping her slit far down on my shaft as I shot my seed deep inside her. She kept grinding pounding down as hard as she could on my cock, trying to prolong the climax, and it was working. Aside from her efforts to keep the orgasm going, the feeling of the latex tightly wrapped around me and the breathing machine (which had sped up due to my increased heart rate) were arousing me enough to help quite a bit. Throughout the whole climax, I was consistently letting out muffled cries and roars. "NRRR, RAHH, MMMF!" I would scream past my gag, barely loud enough for Syraph to hear. This moment of intense pleasure lasted almost a whole minute, the entire time filled with roars of both Syraph's and my own. As we neared the end of the climax, she fell limp on top of me, breathing heavily, along with myself, having no more energy to pull the restraints.

After a few moments, Syraph undid my blinds and gag, allowing me to see and breathe freely. We both sighed with relief, gazing at each other with a loving look and smiling a bit. She pulled her way up to my face, saying, "Oh Don. No effort at all and you can still do that... Amazing..." She followed up with a passionate kiss, in which our tongues locked for some five minutes, every minute of which was just as good as the teasing and extreme pleasure in the hours before. When we ended our kiss, she got off of me, carefully undoing all the restraints and straps and occasionally licking my cheek as she walked near me. After another five minutes or so, she'd finally undone all the restraints, and I was free for the first time in nearly a day. As soon as she was finished cleaning up the toys and gadgets she'd gotten out during the session, she walked over to me, hugging me and sliding a hand underneath my harness to rub my chest. "You must be quite hot after that, am I right?" She asked. "Yeah, but it's nothing a little jump in the waterfall won't solve" I said reassuringly. I hugged her tightly, licking up her neck to her face, still exhausted from the massive orgasm just moments earlier. I could see in her eyes and her stance that she too, was tired for the same reason. We embraced each other for another ten minutes or so before regaining most of our strength. "Well, are you up for a little swim?" I asked her, smiling and walking with her to the cave entrance. "I think we could both use it, so yes" She replied, chuckling a bit. We stared out to the open sky for a moment, then at each other before taking flight. "I love you, Syraph" I told her with a grateful tone. "I love you as well, Diablodon" She returned. After a brief few more seconds, we both looked back out to the sky, jumping off the cliff and freefalling for a few hundred feet before spreading our wings and flying off toward the nearby lake and waterfall. On the way to our destination, I saw another dragon flying over us, almost as if from the same takeoff point, judging by the direction. Whoever it was didn't appear to see us. The dragon zoomed past us, far higher than we were flying, but I as I saw the dragon's build, I could tell it was a female. I thought it might have been Azhurina, but I didn't care at the time, with my love right next to me. Syraph and I held hands on the way to the lake, glancing over at each other and flying as close as we could to each other. Upon arrival at the lake, we landed for a moment to look around for a few moments. It was evening, the sun setting and the wind blowing gently. After a minute or two, we both walked over to the lake, stepping in slowly to test out the water. It was quite warm, but not hot enough to cause any sweating. We got close to the waterfall, bathing in the warm water for a few minutes before we bumped into each other on accident, due to the fact we both had our heads underwater at the time. We came up, staring at each other for a brief moment before she turned and put her paws on my shoulders and looking up at me. She stared at me, asking with a lustful voice, "Take me, my love..." "I'd be honored..." I responded, sliding one claw down her back gently, making my way down to her tail, and the other around her upper body. I pulled her close in the belly-high water as we locked tongues once more, savoring each other's touch like life itself. We closed our eyes, getting lost in each other's embrace. It was moments like this that reminded me, as long as Syraph was around, no matter how near or how far, she was always there, and I'd never be alone in this world; for she alone, was my world...