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Necro looked at the time on her phone, and sighed with annoyance. She hated it when things like this happened. You met someone who was interested in something you offered. You got to know that person, arrange a meeting and you dress up all nice. Then the bastard stands you up and leaves you in an expensive bar with nothing to do except seethe quietly and drink fancy cocktails. Necro was currently at the seething stage. When you arrange to meet someone at eight o'clock, you expect them to be there at eight o'clock! Oh she had tried phoning him, but he wouldn't answer (of course). With a sigh, Necro took a sip of her drink. It wouldn't do to get angry about it. These things happen. Although she had worn the white silk dress that really showed off her shapely figure.

The crimson dragoness finished off her cocktail, placing the glass neatly on the coaster. This was one of the more upper class champagne bars in the city. It had a wonderfully rustic feel to it, with bare wood surfaces and artistically carved furniture. But it also had modern elements, like the sleek black marble oyster bar and the small spotlights that illuminated the bar. Necro was sat at a table for two in one corner of the bar. She liked the corner seats. It allowed her to observe people, something she was rather good at.

"Mind if I join you?"

Necro looked up and saw a tall green snake in a rather elegant black suit. His jacket was unbuttoned and his purple shirt showed underneath. It looked like silk. His neck was long and sinuous, with strange tattoos running from the end of his snout, over the back of his head and down his neck. Necro saw the tattoos continued down his tail to the very tip. She rubbed one of her shiny black horns and sighed.

"I'm not looking for anything you have to offer." She said curtly. Much to her chagrin, he seated himself opposite her, placing his glass of champagne on the other coaster.

"I am not offering anything save a bit of light conversation." He said with a smile. It was a very charming smile.

Despite the smile, Necro could feel her irritation rising. Such a presumptuous man!

"Oh? And what makes you think I desire conversation?" She replied, leaning back and folding her arms.

"I like observing people. Much like you I suspect."

"So you've been watching me?"

"No more than you've been watching me... and the rest of the bar."

"You know, I think I'm going to leave." Necro said, and made moves to stand.

"He didn't show up, did he?"

Necro paused, her irritation remained, but there was a sudden ripple of curiosity.

"What makes you think I was waiting for someone?" She asked.

"I like observing people. I'm pretty good at it."

"That wasn't an answer."

The snake grinned, folding one leg over his knee, leaning back in the chair.

"You checked your phone five times in the last eighteen minutes. Each time you checked, your frown deepened. You have consumed a glass of champagne and a martini since you arrived. You are wearing a nice dress, possibly a little more fancy than is required for a place like this, as upmarket as it is. This leads me to the conclusion that you were supposed to meet someone. Knowing my gender and its attitude towards commitments, I assume it was a 'he' you were waiting for, and 'he' did not show."

Necro turned to face him. Her irritation had turned into anger. Her wings bristled.

"Observing people and stalking them are not the same!" She hissed. The snake just smiled, making her even more furious.

"The couple at the table directly across from the bar have gone through three bottles of prosecco, the barman has taken three shots of spiced rum in the last ten minutes. One of the chefs in the kitchen cut her hand while preparing oysters, and the security guard standing by the door _really_needs to go to the bathroom." He said, without moving his head. Necro frowned, but turned in her seat. She saw three empty bottles on the table of the rather drunk couple.

"Four shots."

Necro turned towards the bar and saw the young bartender finishing another shot of dark liquid. He surreptitiously put the shot glass under the counter. She then looked over at the security guard by the door. He seemed to be trying very hard to hide the fact he was squirming and his legs were practically crossed.

"I guess I'll have to take your word about the chef and the oysters?" Necro said, raising a brow.

"I've been correct about everything else, have I not?"

"What are you trying to prove?"

"That I wasn't stalking you. I simply enjoy observing life."

"I see." Necro said, leaning back in her seat. She really just wanted to go, but she couldn't help but feel a little curious. Something about this man had piqued her interest, though she had no idea why.

"Oh, forgive me. My name is Raul. Raul Greenscale." He said, extending a hand. Necro paused for a moment, before reaching across the table and took his hand.

"Necro Demina."

"The pleasure is mine." Raul said, turning her gloved hand over and kissing the back.

"Do you really think a display of false chivalry is likely to change my mind about you?" She asked as he released her hand.

"Fake? My dear lady, you wound me! I assure you my mannerisms are quite sincere."

"I see. Well, you have managed to both annoy and anger me. I'm interested to see if you can save this conversation."

"Ah, well I do apologise for rousing your ire. That was not my intention. No, I simply wanted to have a conversation. You seemed frustrated and I was hoping to alleviate that frustration."

"By annoying me?"

"Again, I apologise. Might I offer you a glass of champagne?"

Necro blinked. She was certain there hadn't been a champagne bucket on the table before. Raul reached forwards and pulled the bottle out of the bucket, pouring two glasses and handing one to Necro.

Necro took a sip of champagne, and focused her gaze on Raul.

"Alright then. Impress me." She said, leaning back again. This should be good.

"Alright! Where would you like me to start?"

"What do you do?"

"I am a scientist of sorts. I study the... multiverse."

"Surely you mean universe?"

"Ah, no. The Multiverse. I study the possibility of there being other universes, other dimensions in space and time."

"Sounds like science fiction to me." Necro said dismissively, taking another sip of champagne. It was really very good.

"To most people yes. I of course know that other dimensions exist, and have also found out how to manipulate time and space to a certain degree."

Necro burst out laughing.

"Okay, that was a good one." She smirked.

"Funny how often I get that reaction." Raul said. Then he grinned.

"Okay, you actually had me going there for a moment." Necro said. The champagne was helping to assuage her previously dour mood.

"I'm actually a tailor. A very good tailor, if I may be so modest." Raul said, as Necro wiped a tear from her eye.

"So you design clothes?"

"Ah, a tailor in the old fashioned sense of the word. I'm not one of these screaming queens who call themselves 'fashion designers'. No, I create distinguished yet casual clothing for the discerning gentleman or lady."

"Is that suit one of yours?"

"It is."

"Very nice. Casual cut, no tie. Suits you."

"I appreciate the compliment. Your dress is very fine too. Japanese silk by the looks of it. It really accentuates your figure, which is very pleasing to the eye, if I may be so bold."

Necro smiled. His relentless charm was having an effect, though she remained quietly on guard. The charm offensive was one of the oldest tricks in the book. He also seemed to be genuine in the way he spoke and acted. It was like a Victorian gentleman had just fallen from the sky into her lap (minus the chauvinism, of course).

"So, what do you do?" He asked, sampling his own glass of champagne.

"I'm a professional dominatrix." Necro said somewhat bluntly. She watched his face carefully. His expression did not change like she had been expecting it too. Usually people became somewhat awkward around her. His eyes seemed to sparkle though.

"Ahh... that would explain a great deal then." He said, taking another mouthful of bubbly. "I assume one of your 'clients' decided to waste your time this evening?"

"Client? Hardly. If they don't show up, they don't get to call me mistress." Necro replied, waving her hand dismissively.

"I see. Interesting. So what's it like being a dominatrix? Professional or otherwise? I must admit, that whole... lifestyle, has always fascinated me."

"Oh? Are you propositioning me?" Necro asked, her blue eyes gleaming.

"Goodness no! I mean, that is to say I was just curious."

Necro laughed. It seems her ruined evening was beginning to look up again.

"Oh its rather fun. I enjoy it immensely, and rather like you with your tailoring, I'm very good at it. I don't just do it for business either. I thoroughly enjoy it as a recreational activity."

"I see. But, and forgive me if this is a little personal, where does the line between business and pleasure lie?"

"Business is more... worship. Still kinky but less actual sex. Pleasure on the other hand... well, I'll leave that to your imagination."

"Tease."

"Maliciously. So what about you? What do you do for recreational activities?"

Raul paused for a moment, seeming to think about something.

"When you say recreational..." he replied slowly, rubbing his chin.

"I mean for fun, not necessarily sexual." Necro said, finishing her glass and pouring herself another.

"I tend to read a lot. I enjoy learning new things. Observing people, as you well know."

"Yes indeed. We are similar at least in that aspect."

"Apparently so. Though I am curious to know what you observed about me."

"What makes you think I was 'observing' you?"

"I saw you looking in the mirror behind the bar. It was one of the reasons I decided to introduce myself, actually."

"My observations aren't nearly as in-depth as yours. I make general observations, although I am rather good at reading people."

"So what is your intuition telling you about me now?"

"That you are a genuine gentleman. In my experience, most men who want something would have made their move by now."

"Again, I apologise for the predictability of my gender. It's just the way we're programmed."

Necro chuckled.

They spent the next few hours chatting and drinking champagne. Eventually Necro decided to leave. A plan had been forming in her head over the last few hours and she was curious to see how it would play out.

"Shall I walk you down to the taxi rank?" Raul asked, offering his arm. Necro smiled and slipped her arm through his. They headed out of the bar, which was situated in a high-rise hotel. They emerged into the cool, slightly damp night air at the bottom of the hotel, and made their way over to the row of waiting taxis. Necro turned to Raul.

"Well, you certainly managed to turn a ruined evening into a rather pleasant experience." She said.

"Why thank you. I'm glad I was able to alleviate your mood." He replied with a smile.

"Now, before I get into this taxi, I have a proposition for you." She said, blue eyes twinkling. Raul raised a brow.

"Oh? I thought we weren't making propositions this evening?"

"Hmm... well. I was thinking about your interest in BDSM, and as a way of thanking you for the nice evening..." As she spoke, Necro reached into her handbag and pulled out a leather collar. It was wide, with a large buckle and a heavy looking metal loop on the front.

"You said you were curious." Necro said with a wicked smile. "You have two choices. Put the collar on and get in the taxi with me, and I will teach you everything you ever wanted to know about the lifestyle. Recreationally of course."

Raul looked slightly stunned. He had apparently not been expecting this.

"And the other choice?"

"You say 'no', and we go our separate ways."

Raul appeared to be thinking.

"Recreationally? I wouldn't be one of your clients?"

"Absolutely not."

There was another (briefer) pause.

Raul smiled, and took the collar from Necro. He placed it around his neck and fastened the buckle around the back. Necro grinned. There was a click, and Raul saw she had attached a leash to the metal loop on the front of the collar. Wrapping the leash around her hand, Necro gave it a sharp tug. Raul found his face pulled level with Necro's. Her large ears twitched in excitement.

"Shall we go?" She said sweetly.

"I thin-nnkkg!" Raul was cut off when Necro yanked on the collar again.

"The dynamic has shifted, my dear. When you wear that collar you are my pet. And what would a good pet call me?"

"Mistress?"

"Good boy!"

The taxi ride was relatively short, stopping at Necro's inner city apartment. Raul paid the cab fare (not because Necro told him to, though) and Necro led him into the apartment building's lobby. She nodded at the security guard behind the desk and headed for one of the elevators. They rode the elevator up to her floor, Necro pulling Raul briskly along to her apartment. With the lights on, Raul saw it was a large open plan space. The kitchen and living room were one enormous room, with large windows overlooking the city. Necro led him to the living area, where he saw a large array of equipment set up.

"I thought I'd have to put all this away unused." Necro said with a sigh. "I'm rather glad I met you now. Though I still plan on punishing you for making me angry."

"Yes mistress."

Necro looked at Raul. He seemed somewhat embarrassed.

"Looks like you learn quickly. Now, I want you to undress and put these on, while I go and slip into something more... appropriate."

Necro let go of Raul's leash and walked over to the bedroom, disappearing behind the door. Raul began taking off his suit, folding it carefully and placing it on one of the barstools in the kitchen area. He then walked back to the living area and picked up the leather cuffs Necro had laid out on the sofa. He slid one pair over his biceps, and another over his wrists. Fortunately they had little labels inside the cuffs that said where they went. The next set he slid up his legs and over his thighs and ankles. Then he picked up the final set, sliding these over his tail, one to the base and the other about halfway down. He felt rather exposed like this, but if the warmth slowly trickling down his thighs was any indication, his body was rather looking forwards to this.

Necro emerged from her bedroom and smiled when she saw Raul, waiting patiently for her. She was wearing leather belts around her deliciously thick thighs, a leather thong and leather arm sleeves, leaving her hands free. She was also topless, save for black nipple tape, obscuring her nipples with crosses. She also wore several belts around her generous tail.

"Well at least I have a slave that can dress himself." She said.

"Thank you, Mistress." Raul replied. Necro walked over to him and pressed her body up against his, delighting in the way a small shiver ran over him. He gasped when she suddenly pressed her hand into his crotch. There was a rather wet squelch.

"Your dick isn't even out yet and you're already this wet?" She said, pulling her hand away. Her fingers glistened with his natural lubricants. Taking his lead, she gently tugged on it.

"On your knees." She commanded. Raul obediently complied.

"Now, open wide. I want you to taste yourself."

Raul swallowed nervously, eyeing Necro's glistening fingers.

"Before the real fun can start, I always break in my new slaves. So unless you want to be punished, open up!"

Raul slowly opened his mouth, and Necro slid her fingers inside his maw. She felt his tongue licking around her fingers, as he tasted his own arousal. He huffed around her hand but licked her fingers clean as commanded.

"That's better. Now then..."

Withdrawing her fingers from Raul's mouth, she went over to a rack with a variety of restraints hanging from it. She took down one that looked like the halter a horse would wear. She fastened the halter around the back of Raul's head and around his snout. Pulling on a strap, it forced Raul's mouth closed and he found he could only open it perhaps a fingers width. Necro demonstrated by placing her finger on his snout, and sliding it into his mouth. His tongue flicked out around the digit, saliva dribbling over his chin.

"Mmm yes... very good." Necro said. She went over to the bondage bench that was in the middle of the room, and picked up a long black bar that was leaning against it. It was about a meter long, and had sturdy looking clips on either end, with one in the middle.

"Extend your arms behind you."

Raul did so, and Necro fastened the bar to his wrist cuffs, as well as the cuff at the base of his tail. Raul discovered that he could hardly raise his arms, and when he tried, he also lifted his tail. Necro then took him by the lead, and tugged on it.

"Up you get."

She watched Raul struggle to his feet and once he was upright, she led him over to a chair she had placed on a very particular patch of floor.

"Kneel here." She said, tapping the floor with her foot. Raul did as he was told.

He had knelt down on a small patch of floor with short lengths of chain on it. Necro quickly fastened these lengths of chain to the cuffs on his legs, completely immobilising his legs.

"Try to stand." Necro ordered. She watched with satisfaction as he struggled to move, but only caused the chains to grow taut.

"Excellent. Now we can begin!" She said pleasantly. Pulling up the chair, she sat down in it, leaning on one of the armrests. She lazily extended a foot and placed it on Raul's snout. Her three large toes griped his face.

"Nnn!" he protested, but Necro just gripped harder.

"I want you to tend to my feet. Then we'll see about giving you something else to work on." She ordered. "Now I suggest you get that tongue to work."

Raul let out a small huff, before drawing in a deep breath. His long tongue flicked out between her toes and along the pads of her soft feet. Necro let out a sigh as the tickling massage made her toes curl with delight.

"You have a nice tongue, pet." She said switching feet. Raul had closed his eyes. He appeared to be getting into this. His long tongue wound around her digits, squeezing them gently. Saliva dripped off her feet and ran down his chin and over his chest. Necro switched feet again and let him continue on the other foot.

After a while of Necro watching her pet lick her feet, she pulled them away, and stood up. Raul opened his eyes and looked up at her. She smiled down at him, and then tilted his head so his snout pointed to the ceiling. Straddling his head, Necro pushed his snout into her leather thong. Raul wriggled in his restraints, but Necro just dropped more of her weight onto his snout and he quickly stopped.

"Just breath, pet. Breath my scent."

She felt the snake take a deep breath. His hot exhalation made her squirm, gently squeezing his head between her gorgeously thick thighs.

"Oh you like breathing in my scent? Such a good pet!" She cooed. Stepping away from her bound prize, she watched his nostrils flare as he gasped for air. Pulling the chair closer, she knelt on it, her gorgeous rump just touching the end of Raul's snout. She raised her broad tail, and slowly pulled her thong out of the way, revealing her pink pucker.

"Before you get to taste my treasure, you have to really prove yourself." She said, looking over her shoulder. Raul nodded and began to lean forwards.

"Ah ah ah! Before you start, if I feel that glorious tongue of yours inside my ass, I will whip you until your green scales have gone red!"

Raul whimpered and nodded his understanding.

"Good. You may proceed."

Raul leaned forwards. Nero could feel his snout push between her ample buttocks, his hot breath made her fidget with glee. When his warm, slimy tongue pressed against her sphincter and began licking, she practically melted into the chair. If his tongue was this good on her ass, she couldn't wait to have him go to town on her pussy!

She sighed as his long, steady tongue strokes sent ripples of pleasure through her body. Her tail wound around his head and neck, forcing him into her buttocks. The surprised 'mmph!' only made her arousal grow. She could feel fluids dripping from the crotch of her thong. She occasionally released the pressure on Raul's head to allow him to breath, but other wise she kept him firmly locked into her behind. His saliva trickled down her thighs. The heat gathering in her loins was also growing in intensity. Necro lost herself in the steady rhythm of her pet's tongue, the liquid warmth of his saliva oozing down her thighs, and the ripples of delight that ran through her body as he rimmed her sensitive flesh.

She had wrapper her long tail around his shoulders as well as his head and neck. The occasional muffled moan told her he was submitting completely. Which is precisely what she wanted. After almost ten minutes of this, and with slight reluctance, she unwound her tail from him and pulled herself away from his snout. She got up, the warm saliva squishing between her buttocks felt incredibly erotic. Her thong was thoroughly soaked, so she slowly peeled it off, revealing her glistening sex.

"Well, you've proven the worth of _my_tongue." She said, licking her lips. Raul looked back at her with a slightly glazed expression. "And I see that your little snake has finally made an appearance."

Raul's member had emerged from his genital slit. It was not the longest Necro had seen, but it was reasonably thick, with a tapered tip and a bulging base, resembling a knot. Necro released Raul's legs.

"Get up, and lie on the bondage bench." She commanded. Raul got slowly to his feet. And made his way over to the only bench like object he could see. He got up on the knee rests, and leaned over onto the main section. Necro came up beside him and undid the spreader bar. She then took his arms and fastened them to the sides of the bench using the cuffs on his biceps and wrists. She then secured his legs to the bench. The way it was shaped meant his legs were forced open wider than he felt comfortable with. Necro then took his tail and bent it up over his head, fastening it to the back of his collar. Raul was in no doubt about what was coming next.

He felt cool lube being applied to his anus, making him hiss quietly.

"Oh shush. Its better with lube, I assure you." Necro scolded, swatting his buttocks. When she was finished lubing him up, she placed her hands on his hips. He whined through his halter when he felt the tip of the strap on cock pressing against his sphincter. Necro slowly eased her hips forwards, and the head of the firm silicone dick slipped inside her pet. His back arched and he let out a stifled cry.

"That's just the tip, you're gonna be taking all of this tonight." She whispered to him, slowly pushing more of the sex toy inside him. His body shook and shivered until Necro's hips pressed against his buttocks.

"How does it feel to be taken like a female?" Necro asked sweetly. Raul could only whimper and hiss in response.

"The most powerful act of submission, wouldn't you say?" She continued, sliding slowly out of him. The scent of lube and sexual arousal filled the air as she slid back into him. Her own arousal was thickly coating her inner thighs. Taking a man like this was the best feeling ever.

Falling into a stable rhythm, Necro fucked Raul's arse with long steady strokes. He laid his head down on the bench and let his mind go blank from the fucking. The initial insertion had felt uncomfortable, not painful. A testament to Necro's skill as a dominatrix. That discomfort had begun to fade, being replaced with a dull, throbbing pleasure. Necro worked her hips back and forth; small sparks of bliss jolting through her when she hilted him and the harness the dildo rested in pressed against her dripping entrance. Raul writhed and squirmed in his bonds, a small puddle of drool had formed around his snout. He was getting close now, Necro could tell. She reached around under him, and gripped the base of his cock. Giving it a hard squeeze, she ran her hand down to the tip in a milking motion.

Raul let out a strangled cry and bucked his hips as his sudden orgasm washed over him. Thick jets of cum spurted from his cock onto the floor and over Necro's hand. Necro sighed. It was to be expected really. This new pet was clearly unaccustomed to the rather intense pleasure one could get from this kind of sexual activity.

"Oh dear pet. I didn't give you permission to cum yet." She said, wiping the cum off her hand on his scales. She undid the harness around her waist, and reversed the straps, securing them around Raul's legs. The straps secured the dildo inside his anus, preventing it from slipping out. A sudden vibration in his ass made Raul squeal in surprise.

"Oh? Did I not say this was a vibrator?" Necro asked innocently. "Maybe if you had waited until I gave you permission to cum you would have found out when you were ready!"

Moving around in front of her pet, Necro slid onto the bench, sliding forwards so her thighs were once again around Raul's head.

"Now. You are going to make me cum with that wonderful tongue, then I'm going to leave you to think about what you did."

Raul looked up at her and whimpered.

"Do it, bitch." Necro hissed.

Raul craned his neck forwards and began lapping at Necro's hot folds. Thick strands of her juice stuck to his muzzle and he whimpered and moaned while the vibrator buzzed in his behind. Necro let out a long sigh, her long black tongue hanging out of her mouth. She placed her hands on the back of Raul's head, and pulled herself forwards, forcing his muzzle deeper into her. She let out a deep moan as he whimpered and wriggled against his bonds, his tongue sliding in and out of her.

"Mmm yes... make me cum, slave. Make mistress happy!"

"Mmmnnn!"

Necro could feel her orgasm thundering closer and closer, until it surged through her. Her hips lifted up slightly, and her whole body shook. She let out a strangle cry of pure bliss. Her tail curled in the air and her cum oozed over Raul's muzzle, pooling under his chin. The scent of it filled his nostrils and made him dizzy. Necro flopped back onto the bench with a somewhat wet splat. She remained there for a few minutes, slowly regaining her breath. Eventually she slid off the bench.

"That's a good look for you, slave." She said to Raul, seeing his face covered in a thick glaze of her juice. With a shuddering sigh she turned to go.

"Mmmnnn!"

"Oh? You want to be released?"

"Mmm."

"Well too bad. I told you I was punishing you for cumming without my say so."

"Mmpf!"

"Oh poor slave. When you are in these binds, you belong to me. Now I'm going to bed. We'll see if you've learned your lesson in the morning."

Necro switched out the lights in the living area and went back to her bedroom, leaving Raul in darkness. She slowly peeled the tape off her nipples and tossed it in the bin. Undoing the belts, she stored them neatly in a box she kept under her bed. Using a soft towel, she dried her legs off, letting out a shuddering gasp as she brushed against her still sensitive mound. She would work on improving Raul as her slave tomorrow. Right now she was looking forwards to bed. Slipping naked under the sheets, she turned off her light and went to sleep.