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Finrod blushed a bit as he stepped out from the dressing room, shaking his head as he smoothed his new clothes over his body. "I can't believe you want me to try this on," he muttered under his breath.

"You still complaining about this, Finrod? You know that you already agreed to do what I say."

He shook his head again as he looked up at Camesha, the lioness that had gotten him into this. "I know, I know; I just never thought..."

"Never thought I'd get you to look like a girl?"

"...Yes."

The red dragon shook his head as he looked down at himself again. Contrary to his regular attire of jeans and a good shirt, he was wearing a white blouse and a green skirt. It was embarrassingly silly looking, not to mention perfectly sized to his size, despite his body being taller and longer than most any of the girls that must have come here to shop. A part of him wondered if Camesha had called in this order special; it wouldn't have surprised him.

She sat across the room in one of the few chairs outside of the dressing rooms, a smirk making its way across her lips. "Well, I have to say that it does its job pretty darn well," she said. Lifting a hand, she pointed towards the skirt. "Stop smoothing that, though; I want it to be able to flutter while you walk."

"But that'll -"

"Oh, you did get the panties, right?" She smiled. "If you're dressed up like this, you're not going to be wearing men's underwear out of here; it'd spoil the look."

He sighed softly. "Alright, alright," Finrod muttered. "I'll be right back."

"Good boy."

The dragon walked back into the changing room, unable to avoid looking at himself at the wall mirrors inside of the small space. He just stared at the clothes on his body. They really were sized just to his specific size; there were no problems with the shirt being stretched out, and the skirt reached down just enough to allow him to keep himself covered, even while he was wearing a pair of boxers.

He should have realized just how much his mistress was going to put him through when she let him wear his underwear out of the apartment today; she never let him get away with that if there wasn't something particularly perverted that she had planned for the day. Something about driving the lesson home more firmly by making him feel more comfortable before ripping it away or something, she had explained the one time that he'd bothered to ask. Whether that was the real reason or not, it definitely worked.

Forced to watch himself by the surrounding mirrors, Finrod slowly pulled his underwear down. His boxers were still quite clean, having only been worn for about an hour before now, and he hesitated before he stepped out of them completely, setting them to the side.

Looking at the clothing rack, he blushed at the pink panties that the lioness had picked out for him. They were so skimpy, and would have revealed almost everything on a regular female. For him, considering that he was male, and had different...equipment...it would show a good deal more. He could already imagine a strong gust of wind going by, shoving his skirt up and showing off everything.

If he wasn't a red dragon, he would have been blushing and glowing like the sun. As it was, his blush was still strong enough to light up his face.

Trying to ignore the heat rushing to his scales, he reached up and grabbed the panties, shaking his head as he slowly, carefully stepped into them. They were a very large pair, but they were still panties, not something that males were generally kept in mind for. He'd ripped more than a few before he had gotten the hang of putting them on slowly, and Camesha had made him pay for each one that he ripped. "That was a paycheck down the drain," Finrod muttered to himself as he remembered that week.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, nothing," he called out to the lioness, pulling the panties the rest of the way up. He could feel the soft, silken material caressing his rear, a good bit of it falling between his ass cheeks and revealing more of the cheeks themselves. Even though he was completely still, he could feel the wind coming up from beneath him, cold air blown through the various vents, and shivered as he felt it caress parts of him that were normally much more covered than this.

It took all of his self control to make the blush on his face go away, and he walked out of the changing room, carrying his normal clothes in his arms. "Better?" he asked her.

She looked him up and down, from his bare feet up to his horns and the little ball of light that circled between them. "I think so."

Just as he started to breathe a sigh of relief, she gestured towards the skirt. "Lift it up. I want to make sure that the underwear fits you properly."

And just like that, the blush was back. Finrod looked back and forth. "Here?! But...but-"

"Slave." Her voice didn't turn cold, but it did turn hard, and he shut up. "Do you want to make me wait?"

"No, mistress."

"Good. Now lift up the skirt, and be quick about it. You're just making it more likely that someone will see you by taking longer."

The dragon groaned softly, his fingers twitching lightly as he reached down to the band at the bottom of the skirt. His fingers tightened on it before he slowly started tugging it upwards, his face growing redder and redder with every inch that he pulled up, to the point of his face feeling like it was catching fire again.

Finally, he pulled it up enough for his panties to be exposed. He was all too conscious of the way that she was looking at him now, and he blushed as he felt his member start growing, making a tent in the front of his underwear. Not now, not now, he thought to himself, shaking his head as he imagined it getting too hard to go back down. Please not now.

Holding still as Camesha got to her feet, Finrod made sure to give her as much of a view as she wanted. A little hand gesture from her, and he spread his legs a little more. A soft hand reached between his legs, fingers fondling him through the soft, smooth cloth, and he moaned from the simple contact, getting harder. She smiled up at him, and her fingers slid up to his increasingly large bulge, a single finger stroking along the tent that it was making in the panties. "My, my, my; it looks like you're enjoying this a little more than you want to admit," she said. "Maybe I should keep you in little outfits like this all the time, if you're going to have a reaction like this."

The thought of such humiliation was enough to make him shudder in embarrassed pleasure. He wouldn't want to do it...but he would, because his mistress was telling him to do it. "Would...would that make you happy if I did?" he asked.

"Heh, it might. I don't know yet," she said. She pulled her hand back from his bulge. "Alright, you can let the skirt fall down again."

He did, not that it did much good with the tent he had in his panties now. It was so hard, so rigid that he doubted it would go down for a while.

Though, to be honest, it wasn't like anyone would be able to mistake him for a female if he walked out of the changing room now; even with the blouse as well fitted as to not be tight around him, and the way that the skirt - normally - covered his male bits, it wasn't like he looked like a female. His arms and legs were not the slimmer limbs of a female, nor did he walk like one. And that was discounting the chest, too; whoever heard of a dragoness that was completely flat chested? Well, outside of some very isolated ones, but they were way out of the cities, not coming out and shopping for new clothes.

Still, walking around with a bulge in the skirt was going to be embarrassing if he didn't find a way to make it go back down.

And Camesha didn't look like she was going to let him have a chance to make it go away. She had already gathered up her purse, and she smiled at him. "Alright. Let's go pay for your new clothes," the lioness said, nodding for him to follow her as she made her way out of the changing room. Her hips swayed back and forth, and her own skirt was short enough for him to have an easy look at her rear. It made him shiver in his own arousal, and added even more firmness to his bulge.

He had to force himself to start walking, his face burning hot as he walked out of the changing room. He held his head high, partly to try and look like he didn't care about what people might think, but also because he didn't want to see the looks on people's faces at the way that he looked. It would be bad enough to hear about it from Camesha later, but it would be worse to see it, Finrod thought.

It didn't take long to reach the register, he thought thankfully, and by that point, his bulge had gone down. Not enough to disappear completely, but enough for him to feel like it was less of a flagpole pointing his way forward. He managed to look down again, and he saw Camesha smirking at him. "Having fun?" she asked.

He didn't say anything, but he did smile sheepishly.

"Heh, I thought so," she said. She turned to the clerk behind the counter, a bemused tabby cat that looked between them before settling his eyes on the obviously in charge lioness. "I'd like to buy the clothes that he's wearing," she said.

"Alright, ma'am," the feline said. He turned to Finrod. "If you'd come around the counter so that I can scan the different items?"

Nodding, the dragon walked around the large circular counter, stopping at the employee flap. The tabby met him there with the price scanner, and had him turn around so that he could get the different tags. Finrod complied, turning around and standing the way that the employee directed.

"Eeep!" he yelped as the clerk lifted up the skirt. He heard several beeps as the scanner got the tag on the underside of the skirt, as well as the tag on the panties, and it took all of his self control to not bring his tail around and push the clerk back.

The skirt fell back down as the tag on the blouse got scanned too, and the clerk patted him on the back. "You can go back now," he said with a nod.

Finrod was only too happy to get out of reach of the tabby, moving back to the lioness and standing beside her. His eyes flicked back and forth, looking to see if there had been anyone else nearby that had seen that.

Thankfully, the other shoppers seemed more engrossed in finding deals for themselves than they were in seeing what the other customers were doing. Nobody seemed to be chuckling up their sleeves or hiding their laughter at his predicament, which made him a little relieved.

Camesha tapped him on the shoulder, bringing his attention back to her. "Come on, Finrod; let's get back to the car. You've got some work to do when we get back to the apartment," she said. She winked at him, and he blushed at the connotations of her wink.

It wasn't a long walk to the car, but Finrod thought he might have blocked out a part of it. At least, he didn't remember when Camesha had stopped walking in front of him, slipping to his side. He didn't remember her slipping her hand under his skirt, either, and rubbing his ass with her hand through the panties. In the parking lot, in front of a few of the new customers walking towards the store, for that matter, he realized with a blush.

Not that he could do much, at this point; she was the one in control, after all. That didn't mean he could stop blushing as they reached the car, though, nor did it mean that his cock was going to go down anytime soon. It pressed the front of his new skirt against the side of the car as he walked sideways towards the door, grunting at the narrow corridor formed by how close Camesha's car was to the one on his side. "Why do people park so bad at the mall?" he muttered under his breath.

"Because everyone's always in a hurry. And I'm no exception, big guy. Let's get you home; I want to see just how you look bent over with that on," she said, winking at him again before getting in the car.

The fact that his cock throbbed at that thought did not lessen his embarrassment in the matter, particularly as she continued to tease him in public like this. He forced himself into the car as fast as he could, taking a few deep breaths as he settled himself into the seat.

Before he could pull his seat-belt on, that same soft hand grabbed hold of his cock bulge through the front of his skirt. He barely stifled a moan as she held the head of his cock between her fingers, the soft silk of his panties rubbing against his cock tip. "What...what are you doing, Mistress?" he asked.

"You got the front of your skirt dirty when you were squeezing towards the door," she said. "I'm brushing some of the dust off."

Brushing some of the dust off? More like just an attempt to tease him, even if there was some dirt on the front of his skirt. Finrod looked down, biting his lip as the lioness continued to stroke her hand over his bulge. It knocked his cock back and forth a few times, and he could feel a bit of his pre getting the panties wet as she continued to excite him.

She moved her hand, and he saw the little dirt spot that she mentioned. It wasn't that big, of course - considering that he was just grinding the head of his cock against the side of the car while he was sliding against it, it couldn't have been - but she went right back to trying to clean it up. Sucking on her fingers a few times, she brought her spit slicked hand down on the dirty spot, rubbing it more and more. She had to know that it was giving him a massive amount of teasing pleasure, but she just kept it up, pushing him further and further with her touch.

Of course, she didn't let him cum. She pulled her hand back just when he was on the edge, and chuckled as he humped the air a few times in desperation. "Hehehe. You know that you're not going to cum yet, big guy; you gotta make sure that I'm satisfied before I'll let you get that pleasure," she said.

"Y-yes, Mistress." He panted softly, shaking his head back and forth. "I'll...I'll make sure that you're satisfied as soon as we get home."

"Awww, and here I thought I'd get you to get me off before we got halfway home." She chuckled, turning the key. "But probably a good idea. No need to get another ticket and having the policeman see your head down in my crotch, huh?"

He groaned, leaning back against his seat. She had to bring that particular incident up. "Come on, that was not my fault," he protested.

"Oh, I know, but it was a funny little scene, wasn't it?" She smirked, patting her crotch, which bulged almost exactly like his. "I mean, I'm pretty sure that boar didn't think he'd walk up to the car and see you sucking on a dick, let alone one as big as mine."

More like the policeman didn't think that Camesha had a dick, he thought to himself as he nodded. Unless she was pretty turned on, the lioness looked like the quintessential female: curvy, slim, with enough muscles to remind anyone looking at her that she could take care of herself. But if one got her turned on enough, her male parts started to show themselves. And they were pretty darn good size for her body, too.

He was thankful, though, that she wasn't going to have him suck her off on the way home; it was difficult to do at the best of times, due to the angles and gadgets that the car had, and she wasn't the best driver when she was getting that turned on. Good enough to avoid getting trouble most of the time, but there had been a few times when she had scared him with how out of control that she got.

Still, he wondered just what he was going to have to do to satisfy her when they got home; Camesha was a girl with many varied tastes, though all of them were dominant. He couldn't remember the last time that he had gotten to put his cock inside of a hole, and his ass had gotten all too familiar with her shaft. The dragon shifted in his seat at that thought, his hole twitching lightly in anticipation of his mistress's cock filling him up again, and soon.

The movement didn't go unnoticed, and the lioness chuckled. "Looks like you're looking forward to serving me as much as I'm looking forward to getting served." She smiled, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the arm. "Don't worry. It won't be too much for you, but I promise you, we're going to love it."

Well, that told him nothing. But it could be worse, he thought as they drove off.

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It didn't take them long to reach their shared apartment, something that Finrod was a little bit happy about. Though Camesha had said that she wasn't going to have him do anything to her on the way home, the way that she had started looking at him when they'd pulled into the parking lot made him grateful that the apartment hadn't been any further away. She'd looked like she was about to ignore all the possible consequences and yank his head down into her lap.

And if she had, he wasn't altogether certain that he would have minded all that much, considering how much pleasure that he got out of serving her.

But it was a non-issue. He'd even gotten used to the skirt enough that he didn't bother blushing as he got out of the car. Camesha smiled at him from her side, and started walking in front of him again, once more taking the lead up the stairs towards the apartment. He was actually a little surprised that she was doing this, considering that most of the time she liked to walk behind him, staring at his ass - correction, her ass, as it belonged to her and her cock - but he wasn't going to complain about it. Her rear end was a magnificent thing, even if it was something that he'd never have the chance to enjoy the way that other males enjoyed their partners.

Then again, most males that he knew were in equal relationships, not in a relationship with a master or a mistress the way that he was.

He smiled to himself as he followed her up the stairs, unable to keep his hips from swishing slightly as he walked. It was something about the skirt, he swore; it made it hard to walk like a male. At least there hadn't been anything like high heel shoes; that would have made it impossible for him to move around. Camesha had tried that once, getting some custom made shoes for him, but that just hadn't worked. The balance was all off for him, and he was falling, stumbling, and running into walls rather than looking sexy, so they'd decided not to do that again. Thankfully, he thought, as it would have made the stairs utter murder.

Finrod groaned softly as he realized that his cock was starting to come back up again, pushing at the front of his panties and rubbing against the soft material. That only made him harder, the soft touch almost like having a hand down there constantly rubbing him. It was the main reason that he hadn't switched over to panties voluntarily; they always got him erect faster than he'd like.

And when he got erect in panties, even if they were ones that he'd been careful with, he always felt like he was going to ruin them, stretch them at the least and break them at the worst. And even though the ones he wore were a little roomier than some that he'd been made to wear before, he could feel that they were coming under strain. The silk cloth was pulled tight around his cock and his ass, and he shuddered as he swore he felt miniature rips starting to form in the back and in the front.

"Hehehe, looks like your cock is getting up again," Camesha said. He looked up from her ass towards her face again, seeing that she was smirking down at him. "Careful now; I don't want you to get too excited and rip through those panties again, like the last time that you walked behind me up here."

That had been pretty bad, particularly as there had been a little old lady passing by at the time. She never knew what had happened there, but Finrod hadn't been able to stop blushing for hours after that particular incident. He nodded his head, lowering his eyes down to the ground to try and get rid of the visual stimulation.

Of course, that didn't do much for him, considering that every step that he took had the soft, smooth panty cloth rubbing against his genitals. He had to stifle more than a few moans as they made their way up the stairs, and did his best to ignore the way that he was leaking pre, some of it getting soaked into the panties while the rest of it was leaking down his cock, making the inside of the panties more than a little slimy with his juices. It was almost like he was getting wet, like a female would.

That thought didn't help either, as he groaned, shaking his head to try and dismiss it. However, it just wouldn't get out of his head. It was like it was stuck in there, stuck thinking about how he was dressed like a female, and walking like a female. Now he was getting wet in his panties, just like a female.

Knowing Camesha, that might have been part of her plans. Getting him all excited, getting him to feel himself female and more of a bottom for her; it was just like his mistress to combine mind games along with the physical ones. The dragon couldn't help but shudder slightly as he thought about it, his rear already starting to feel that familiar hunger for her cock, just as his shaft started to twitch and dance inside of his slutty underwear. He had to clench his teeth and ball his fists to keep himself from cumming from the way that he was rubbed and held down there, but he managed it, if only just.

It got better when they were off of the staircase, walking along the flat hallways that led towards the apartment. At least this way he wasn't having his cock bounce around quite so much, and only had it hugged inside of the underwear instead. It wasn't much better, but at least it didn't have him feeling like he was on the edge of climax the entire time. That was something.

They stopped at the door of the apartment, but rather than opening the door, Camesha turned and grabbed him by the arm. He yelped as she pushed him up against the wall, his chest flat against it. "What - "

SMACK!

His eyes went wide at the cracking sound of her hand slapping his ass over his skirt, and his face burned bright red. Her hand lingered on his ass, rubbing the spot where she'd hit, before pulling back and doing it again, managing to come down on the exact same spot.

As she groped him after she spanked him, she leaned in, whispering in his ear. "You were quite disobedient back at the changing rooms, slave; you know that you're supposed to do what Mistress says, when she says it. You're not supposed to question me. You're supposed to obey, remember?"

Shivering slightly in mixed pleasure and apprehension, Finrod nodded his head. "Y-yes, I remember."

"Obviously you don't, based on your behavior back there," she said. Her hand pulled back, and he braced himself for another spank.

It didn't come, not right away at least. She kept talking instead. "If you'd remembered, you wouldn't have questioned me. You wouldn't have made me remind you of your station. But it looks like I'm just going to have to teach you a little lesson. Remind you of where your proper place is. Heh, the only question is, do I do it out here, in the hallway, or do I give you a little mercy and do it inside of the apartment." She smiled, chuckling in his ear, her hand coming down gently on his ass again, stroking his ass cheeks over the skirt. "Decisions, decisions..."

The urge to beg was strong, but he bit his tongue, keeping himself from saying anything out loud. This had happened once before, when he'd forgotten his place and had tried to fight against the lioness's wishes. It hadn't worked out then, and she had pointed out the same choice then as she was now: punishment in private, or punishment in public. Begging had only encouraged her to do it in as public and as grandstanding a way as she could, and it had been an unforgettable experience, in several ways. While it had been...kind of fun...the last thing that he wanted to do was repeat it if he could avoid it.

So, instead of begging, he kept his mouth shut. A soft little whimper did escape his mouth as she rubbed her fingers over the spot she had spanked, but nothing else got out of his mouth, no other sound that might have given away that he was at all worried about his fate.

She held him against the wall for almost a minute before she spoke up again. "Heh, you're not even begging, slave," the lioness said with a smirk. "Looks like that you're already learning. No matter what you do, I'm the one that makes the decision, not you." Patting him lightly on the rear, she walked back to the door, pulling out a key and pulling it open. "I'm glad that you remember that lesson. As a small reward, we'll do your punishment inside."

Suppressing a sigh of relief, Finrod followed her inside, keeping his head down appropriately. He did his duty by turning to lock the door behind him, and he looked to his mistress again. "Do you want me to strip down?" he asked. It was usually the rule that he had to go without clothes inside of the apartment, but there were times when she had him keep his clothes on. Usually, that was because he was wearing something new, or something kinky that she wanted to use in their play.

She shook her head. "No, you'll keep the skirt and blouse on, my little slave; I want to make sure that you know your place, and I think that the girly clothes are giving you a pretty good reminder right now." She laughed. "Besides, that skirt gives me a lot better access to your ass than your jeans or boxers ever did."

He had a feeling that was part of the reason behind having him wear this stuff. Considering that a skirt had no restraints at the bottom, and all he had to do was pull his panties off to the side to reveal himself, she could get anything that she wanted from him without ever having him take his clothes off. Hell, she could probably have him in public as well, ramming his ass with her cock in some alley or whatever by shoving the skirt up and making him hold still for her to take her pleasure.

He shook his head a bit as the thought made his cock throb. It should not have been that good of a fantasy, but it was already pushing his buttons, making him want to bend over and give her his ass for her pleasure.

She reached up and hooked a finger around one of his buttons on the blouse he wore. "Come on," she said, tugging him along with her. He followed behind, not so much from the pull of her finger but because he knew that if she pulled too hard, it could pull the button off. And if he caused Mistress to damage the clothes, he doubted that she would be happy, even if he could fix it later.

They walked over to the couch, and she sat down on it. Patting her lap, she said, "Lay across my lap. You're going to get a spanking for being a bad boy."

He supposed he should have expected something like that, considering that she had already started spanking him out in the hallway. The dragon reached back, rubbing his rear lightly as he moved closer, carefully and slowly laying himself over the couch, his groin against the lioness's legs, and his ass up and pointed towards her. He felt her fingers get a grip on his skirt, and felt it lay against his back as she pulled it up. Oddly, she didn't bother pulling down his panties; Finrod supposed she wanted him to keep covered somewhat.

The first spank made him jerk in surprise, coming down hard on the cheek that had so far been untouched. He felt his ass jiggle slightly - not much, as it was heavily muscled, but there was some small vibration - from the hit, the familiar burning flowing into his ass almost immediately after.

There was no groping this time around, just spanking. He gasped for the first few, the lioness's smaller hands nevertheless quite strong when it came to delivering punishment and discipline. Each one came down hard enough to make him shudder, though not enough to make him cry out after the first few. They rocked him back and forth over her lap, the impact pushing him forward, then giving him just enough time to slide back before the next one shocked him forward once more.

It wasn't entirely a punishment, though, as he was pushed flush against the lioness's legs. They were soft, and smooth, and most importantly, they pressed his cock flush against his groin and his panties, making him grind against them every time she spanked him. He blushed as he realized that she was pleasuring him and punishing him in the same move, shuddering slightly as he started to leak pre again into his panties.

"Heh, is my dragon slave starting to get a little wet, hmm?" she asked, her hand pausing on his ass, rubbing his ass. It was just soft enough of a touch to be comforting, and his rear was just sensitive enough for there to be a modicum of discomfort as well.

The question itself was enough to make his face turn pink with his blush, the red replaced with the heat of all the blood rushing to his face.

"Heh, I thought I felt something," she said, patting his ass lightly again. "Heh, you are such an easy to control slave. A spanking is getting you this eager; what if I had my cock out? I bet that you'd happily suck on it while I was punishing you, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," he said, responding hurriedly. "I'd do whatever you want."

"Without question?"

SMACK!

"Without question!" he said, biting his lip to keep from moaning as he was ground against her legs again. "Without any question at all, Mistress."

She chuckled again, and he blushed as he realized just how well she was controlling him. Not that he really minded, considering that he'd stopped caring too much about her controlling him a while back, but it still came as a shock just how easily she could push his buttons.

Her fingers fanned out over his burning ass, rubbing his punished cheeks. It was hard to keep his mind focused through the pleasure and the pain that she was giving him, hard to think of anything. All he could do was wait for her to say something, or command him to do something. That would give him something to focus on.

Or...

Something poked him in the side. At first, he thought that he had missed something from his mistress, and he waited for the punishment for ignoring her. When it didn't fall, though, he looked slightly to his side, wondering just what the persistent feeling of being poked was.

Seeing the bulge at her groin, the dragon felt his arousal get stronger. His Mistress was starting to feel the same need that he did. Was she enjoying spanking him, punishing him? Maybe, but he was pretty sure that she was just getting more in the mood for doing something...more...to his ass.

Looking up at her, he saw the familiar look in her eyes, the look that usually came before him getting pushed down on all fours and getting mounted. Despite the burning in his ass cheeks, he couldn't have been happier to see that look.

"Alright, I think that you learned your lesson," Camesha said, patting his panty-covered ass. "Now, get up."

He got to his feet in a hurry, standing right in front of her with his cock bulging the front of his underwear. It was hard enough and angled enough that it lifted the skirt up completely, pointing out from under the bottom of it and almost touching the lioness on the nose.

Her only reaction to that was to chuckle, batting at it lightly with one hand. "That's good, that's good. I'm glad that you enjoyed your punishment. Now turn around; you know what your Mistress wants."

There was no question just what she wanted. He turned around right away, and without needing to be asked, lifted up the back of his skirt again.

Almost immediately he felt her fingers grab hold of the waistband, tugging it down and pulling it out of the way. "Step out of the panties, big guy," she said, and he did. He felt her grab them off of the floor and throw them off to the side before her hands grabbed hold of his ass. Furred fingers pulled his burning ass cheeks apart, and he felt the cold drafts of the apartment blow over his hole, followed by the hotter air of her breath as she leaned in close.

"Heh, you're such a good slave, Finrod. Always so eager to give me what I want, always so ready to bend over and get my cock shoved right up your ass," she said. One finger slipped from his cheeks, and pressed between them, rubbing over his hole just lightly enough to get him to moan. "I swear, this hole of yours is getting so used to my cock...did you know that it's puckering right now? Squeezing, releasing, almost like it's begging me to stand up and ram myself in, just to give it the cock that it's hungering for?"

Everything she said sent shivers down his spine, making his cock throb harder and harder in front of him. It hadn't started drooling pre yet, but it was only a matter of time if she kept teasing him like this. He whimpered, trying to think of some response to give her, but nothing came to mind.

Even the slight response of nodding his head was driven out of his mind when Camesha shoved her finger inside of his hole. It didn't hurt, as his hole had long since become accustomed to invaders of the furry kind, but it did pull a gasp from his lips, making his body tremble in utter delight. It pushed in deep, not too thick, but enough to make his hole clench down on it in reaction.

Her finger curved, and his eyes bulged as she stroked her fingertip directly over his prostate, rubbing it again, and again, each slight touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body, and drops of pre through his cock. It wasn't long before he started drooling pre, dripping down to his feet. His position was such that it didn't quite land on the floor, hitting his foot instead to keep from making a mess.

Gently stroking his prostate again and again, she spoke over his moans. "You are such a good dragon slave, Finrod; always so willing to give me what I want. And your ass is so eager, so ready for my cock. I want to hear you beg me to take you. Show me with words that you're ready for my cock; tell me how eager you are. I can already see how much your hole wants it, but tell me too."

Finrod panted softly, his legs shaking as he tried to keep his balance. "Please...please mistress...grab me and take me...fill my ass up with your cock...I want it so bad...so bad..." he moaned, panting, almost whimpering in need. "Let me feel it...please mistress...fuck me..."

"Heh, that's all I needed to hear, Finrod."

With speed and strength that he didn't expect, the dragon was whipped around and shoved against the couch. He gasped as his face was shoved against the top of the couch, his skirt flipped up. Just when Camesha had pulled out her cock, he didn't know, but it was against his ass as soon as she had flipped him over. The throbbing length pressed between his cheeks, the heat of her cock so close to his hole, made him moan again. Speech abandoned him, all thought directed to the single need that burned through his body.

To be fucked.

Thankfully, she didn't make him wait long, and shoved the tip of her cock into his hole. It wasn't much to start with, in terms of length, but the way that it was so much thicker than her finger made him moan. The familiar burning stretch as it pushed his hole open made his cock dance, bobbing up and down against his belly in response to the hunger back there finally getting fed.

Clenching his fingers against the couch, he lowered his head as he felt that throbbing shaft slide further and further up his ass, pressing against his inner walls in ways he'd been craving for far, far too long. Low moans escaped his lips with each inch that slid inside of him, and he could feel the pulsing excitement of his mistress's cock against his insides, against his spread-open hole.

She held him by the hips, and he gave up all control to her, letting her tug him back on her shaft, letting her set the pace. It was up to her what went on; she was the mistress, and he was the slave. He would not, could not forget that, nor did he even want to. He panted as she pulled him back, and he tried to count her inches as her cock slid further and further into him. It was utterly futile, as every bit of it seemed that much longer, that much bigger than the rest. No matter how much he received, he always wanted more, wanted to be filled, fucked, filled, fucked, by his mistress.

Finally he felt her body press against his, her fuzzy, warm groin feeling hot against his spanked, punished ass. He shuddered softly at the feeling, shaking his head a few times to try and ignore the pain, to focus on the pleasure.

Camesha helped him by grabbing his cock, giving it a few strokes and almost sending him over the edge in the process. He shuddered, shivered at the feeling, and looked back at her, seeing her smiling down at him. "Please....please mistress..." he struggled to say.

The lioness squeezed the base of his cock, giving him a semi-orgasm, but keeping him from shooting. "Please what, Finrod?"

"Please...fuck me..."

"Heh...with pleasure."

She pulled back, every inch of her cock pulling at his inners, making his hole burn as it pulled back out of his ass, only to make him gasp as she rammed it back in, shoving him open again. Pulling out tightened him, just as shoving back in pushed him open once more. She didn't pause, didn't rest, but just fucked.

It was just what Finrod wanted.

They rocked back and forth, the dragon unable to keep himself completely still as his hunger finally felt like it was going to be fully sated. He moaned and trembled, his body shaking as it was fucked and used, used the way that he was supposed to be used. Every thrust in made him tremble in new delight, feeling it feed the hunger back there, feed the need that he had for her cock. Her claws dragged across his hips, scraping across his scales as she pulled him back as hard as she could, making him take her cock.

In the corner of his awareness, he could feel her pre leaking into his hole, making each thrust move smoother, soothing the feeling of friction along his hole and his inner walls. The soft sounds of wet, slick thrusts coming from their movements only made his cock twitch harder, pushing him closer and closer to orgasm.

Before he could cum, though, Camesha grabbed him by the cock again, pinching the base of his cock to keep him from cumming, again. He groaned, whimpering softly at the lack of stimulation that he so desired, but she just chuckled in his ear, her hips still thrusting forward hard, ramming into him. Her hand held him still, allowing him the pleasure of reaching a semi-climax, but not letting him go all the way over the edge, keeping all of his cum still penned up inside of his balls. The feeling, the mix of pleasure and pain, only spurred his arousal on further.

He had to bite his fist to keep from moaning too loudly, knowing that it could be heard in some of the other apartments if he wasn't careful about what he did. Still, the dragon was loud, louder than he could remember being in a long time. He shoved his ass back hard against each thrust, burying that massive cock inside of his ass again and again, forcing himself to take it as deep as possible, scratching the itch that had been building up all day.

Finally, it seemed that Camesha had reached her peak as well. She let go of his cock and grabbed his hips with both hands again, yanking him back hard and holding him there. Her grip was too strong to break, and Finrod was stuck there as she emptied her balls into his ass. Hot strings of cum splattered his insides, filling him up with the hot, slick cum of his mistress. His eyes went wide and his tongue hung out of his mouth as the feeling of being filled finally drove him over the edge, his cock spurting hands free over the couch, covering it with his load. He was barely conscious of the fact, more focused on the feeling of his mistress's cock, the feeling of it pulsing in his hole, rather than on the feeling of his cock erupting with its own orgasm.

But all good things eventually had to come to an end, and that included sex between him and Camesha. Shuddering, he held still as he felt her slowly pull out of his ass, patting him on his rear. Without her cock in his hole, he was reminded of the stinging burning feeling from being spanked earlier, but even that was a source of pleasure to him in his afterglow.

The skirt was pulled back down over his rear, and Camesha sat down on the couch. Her cock was still half hard, and still stuck out from under her skirt. However, rather than letting him lick her, the lioness pointed to the cum still on the couch. "Go ahead, slave; clean up your mess."

He wasn't as used to his own cum as he was to the lioness's, but he nodded, getting down on his knees beside the couch. His tongue lapped over the strings of cum on the cushions and on the arm of the couch, gathering it on his tongue and giving it a little taste before swallowing it. It wasn't that strong tasting, maybe a bit salty, but he couldn't help blushing a bit as he swallowed it down. Something about having to drink his own cum instead of Camesha's made him feel all the more...well, he wasn't sure how to describe it. Girly? Maybe. Sissy? He wasn't sure. But it definitely made him feel more subby, that was for sure.

Swallowing his load, he looked up at his mistress, asking with a glance if he had done well enough for her.

She nodded at him, and he smiled. Getting to his feet, he started to sit down on the couch. However, before he had more than bent his knees, he caught sight of a glint of light off of metal flying at his face. Just barely reacting in time, he threw out his hand and caught it before it could hit him in the face.

He turned his hand around to see what it was.

"What are you giving me the keys for?" Finrod asked.

"We're out of milk, and I was going to have you make a cream soup tonight," the lioness said. She leaned back on the couch, putting her feet up on the table in front of her. "Looks like you're going to have to go out to the store and pick up some more if you're going to please your mistress tonight."

His face, already red, turned bright pink. He could already feel her cum drizzling down the back of his leg slightly, running out of his hole now that there was nothing to keep it inside. "May...may I have a moment to go to the bathroom, wash myself up?" Finrod stammered, hoping that she would at least allow him that small mercy.

She just smirked, shaking her head. "Nope." She reached up, pulling him by the blouse down to kissing range, and planted a little kiss on his nose. "I love you, big guy, but you gotta remember to do what I say. Or next time, it'll be a brush on your butt instead of my hand, and I won't let you cum next time." She kissed him again before letting go, nodding towards the door. "You better get going. The store's gonna close in an hour or so, and you've got at least a half hour to get there."

Much as the thought of driving around with cum leaking out of his ass made him blush, Finrod knew better than to let his mistress down. Not for the sake of the punishments but simply because he didn't like to have her bothered, or angry, or otherwise upset. Nodding, he put the keys in the skirt pocket and hurried out the door.

As he walked down, he tried to make his blush go away, his cock go down, but that was impossible. The slimy feeling of his mistress's cum running out of his ass and down the back of his legs made it impossible for him to stop thinking about the humiliation he was going through, the fact that he had just been fucked. It was only barely manageable to keep his cock from poking out from under his skirt.

But despite everything, he still had a smile on his face as he started making his way down the stairs. "This is going to be a long night," the dragon muttered to himself, already planning how to make sure that his mistress was happy with dinner and everything else tonight. "A very long night indeed."