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The gusty winds of early fall buffeted at Cursora's wings as she took off from the landing pad atop her office building. The other dragons leaving work, their wings beating nearby, didn't help steady the uneven air currents, but after a little while she managed to get enough altitude for the air to smooth out. She settled into the steady rhythm of flight, turning towards her home, and sighed. At last the week of work was over.

It wasn't that she was bad at it. She had a good head for figures, for tracking numbers and accounts and knowing what it would cost to build something, and her ability and her father's connections had landed her an excellent job doing just that with a construction firm. The numerical part at least was engaging, and interesting, and it could be satisfying to watch the money generated by all the different contracts they landed; but her talents had, like with many dragons, seen her placed in a high-ranking position with relatively little experience. Most dragons, naturally commanding and dominant, had no trouble instantly taking charge of those working beneath them, and taking initiative, and giving orders and directions and controlling a negotiating table, but for her it took so much effort to behave that way, and left her feeling so drained and exhausted by the end of each week.

So lost in thought, she came a little too close to another dragon crossing her flight path and had to flare her wings to avoid a collision. The other dragon, a older male, gave her a glare in passing; she tilted her head at once, acknowledging the fault was hers, and after a moment flew on. Hatched into a wealthy family, very intelligent, and of course being a dragon, she'd been expected to--raised to--be in a position of power, in control, and just naturally better than nearly all of those around her, but ever since a young age it had grated at her. She always felt uncertain telling others what to do, as if she lacked the authority and experience and feared no one would listen or take her attempts at hard-line negotiation seriously, and there was always that moment of hesitation that felt so embarrassing, when others looked to her for direction or rebuttal and she wished there was someone else around to give it! It wasn't that she didn't want to act, it wasn't that she didn't want to be responsible for any work or for any decision, it just felt so much easier to her to be told what to do and to do it, and to accept a certain price rather than haggling the details of a job--something she didn't dare explain to anyone, not when dragons were never expected to be so deferential, especially not one from as good a family as hers.

But now the work week is over, she reminded herself. No more making decisions that had to guide a dozen humans and dragons in their work, no more having to prepare for more contracts to bid on, no more negotiations with developers, no more having so many look to_her_ for guidance! She could relax, do what she wanted without others depending on it, act without having to fear what the rest of the office thought of whatever she did...

She looked around to be sure the way was clear before banking between two skyscrapers, crossing a couple of busier streets, the road thick with cars and the sky thick with other dragons. Though there were no marking lanes to guide the dragons through the air, they tended to mirror the patterns of the roads below, at a variety of altitudes; she dropped to a lower one as her home came into view. The penthouse apartment had once belonged to her parents, but they lived outside the city now, and they'd given it to her: the city was a good place for a young professional to live, to meet others her age, and it was nice to have to herself a home she was already so familiar with, after spending so much time there growing up.

Cursora landed on the rooftop terrace and stretched, her legs and wings and tail and neck all flexing and shivering a little before she yawned wide, folded her wings and went inside. Her butler Lawrence had seen her coming, of course, and held the door open to let her in. "Welcome home, Miss," he said, bowing his head.

The manservant had been in her family's service since before she hatched, and many years of habit at least allowed her to feel comfortable telling him what to do, though that he was paid to do so helped of course! "Thank you, Lawrence," she said, crouching a little to make it easier for him to get her out of her work clothing: a dark blue garment that hugged her body from the base of her neck to the base of her tail, with holes for her wings to fit through, and short sleeves for each of her four legs. She tried not to wear the same color every day, but the blue went so well with her cream-colored scales and blue eyes, it was hard to resist!

Lawrence undid the clasps and opened the zipper along her back, then helped her to step out of the clothing: a piece of modesty expected of dragons in the office, but one rarely bothered with otherwise. She stretched her forelegs and yawned again, and the butler said, "I have a flank steak in peppercorn sauce for your dinner, Miss; it should be ready by 7:30."

"Thank you," she bobbed her head. "I will be in my room; let me know once it's ready."

"Of course." He bundled up her clothing and took it to the laundry room, then headed to the kitchen, and she turned for her bedroom.

With darkness coming early, Lawrence had already pulled down the blinds at each window, excluding those in her room. She rumbled softly to herself as she looked out at the lights of the city, from inside and outside the buildings and from the streets many stories below: bustling with activity, but from within her home just moving patterns of lights without most the accompanying noise, the familiar, almost comforting rhythm of the city. She watched for a minute or so, then pulled the blinds down over the windows and the doors that led directly out onto the terrace, then flicked the light switch with the tip of her tail and sprawled on her bed.

"Ahhhh..." She wriggled back and forth on the soft mattress, rolled onto her back and stretched, letting out another relaxing sigh. So good to be home! To have the next few days to herself, to relax however she wished, no worries of work or the accompanying responsibility... And she felt like she sure could use the break. Work had been a bit too taxing, recently!

Cursora lay still, nearly dozing, for a few minutes, before rolling onto her side and looking around the room. How to spend her evening? Her father always encouraged her to go out and get a drink on Friday nights, but it had never appealed to her--she was too worn out at the end of the week to expend still more energy being social! She could watch a movie, she could go for a nighttime flight, she could dig a few goodies out of her closet, she could see if a friend wanted to do something--but they would want to go out, surely, and after work...

Her thoughts kept turning to her work, to her frustration. Whether she'd negotiated the Uptown Plaza contract as high as she could have. Whether she'd said or done anything embarrassing, what her superiors thought of her performance, how the firm was faring. She snapped her teeth, and lashed her tail, but over and over her thoughts went over her responsibilities, and what she'd had to decide because of them. I just want someone to tell me what to do! To have a job and to do that job and then be told what to do next, she thought to herself, instead of everyone asking me for direction and depending on me to win such profitable contracts. To--

"Dinner is ready, Miss!" came Lawrence's voice from the intercom on the wall, intruding on her thoughts, to her relief. She rolled to her feet and prowled to the dining room, led by the enticing scent of a well-cooked steak that had her nearly drooling by the time she reached the table! Always so impeccably timed, Lawrence entered from the kitchen at the same moment carrying a steaming platter with her meal, a bowl of water already laid out for her to drink from. She lapped at it a couple of times as he laid out the thick steak before her, and she licked her lips in approval, nodding to him before digging into the meal.

It was delicious, of course, the flavor of the peppercorns strong without being too spicy, the steak tender and juicy and cooked to just the temperature she preferred. She closed her eyes happily at the taste, and the warm feeling of the meat traveling down to her belly. He always knew just what to cook.

But still she sighed, as she took the next bite. If only the developers she had connections with could learn how to work with her as easily as Lawrence did... but out of the corner of her eye she saw the man's head droop a little, and she realized he might have taken her body language the wrong way! She hurriedly swallowed the bite, and said, "no, don't worry, it's delicious! I wasn't sighing at the meal; I was just thinking of work."

"Thank you, Miss." He nodded, and straightened up a little in visible relief. "The new stadium project across town? I heard that contract was awarded today, but didn't think you were after it."

Cursora shook her head a little. "No, no, not that," and she hesitated, taking another bite to think over. Though they knew each other so well, it was his job to manage her house and her needs, not to be confided in, or offer advice; but she didn't want to leave him with no explanation, either. So after swallowing she said, "just... It's so stressful, having to manage other people, and the company relying so much on me to negotiate contracts. You're lucky, with your work only affecting me."

He hesitated too, surprised perhaps, then allowed himself a small smile. "As Miss' satisfaction with my duties affects my job security, working for you is not consequence-free either."

"But I won't suffer if you don't do your job correctly. Whereas if I come out low on the fees for a few big projects, then the firm might be in trouble, and people could lose their jobs, and my co-workers would judge me and blame me, and I keep having to worry about it..." She tilted her head. "You know what I expect of you each day. But I don't know what the big developers will try to get from me each day."

"That's true," the man said. "But such stress is bad for the mind and body, and perhaps you need to take your mind off your work," he ventured.

"I wish it was that easy," she sighed again.

"I'm sure you can figure out a way, Miss." He bowed briefly and went quiet in his formal posture, and she went back to her meal, trying to keep her tail from twitching in annoyance: she was annoyed at work and its grip on her mind, not at him!

What she needed was a good distraction, something to occupy her mind, as Lawrence had suggested, something fun to enjoy--and definitely not something that would demand more serious decisions from her! She finished her steak, lapped up the rest of the water, then rubbed her snout and forepaws clean on a big, tough napkin. "Mmmm! That was excellent," she sighed, in pleasure this time: the steak had been perfect, and gone down so easily...

"Will that be all tonight, Miss?" Lawrence came over to collect her dishes.

She tilted her head and stood, scooting backward so as not to get in his way. "Yes, Lawrence. I'll let you know if I need anything else, before you leave." He nodded, and she returned to her room, letting out a little huff. She needed something to occupy her, and she looked at the book on her nightstand, her closet door, her television, back to her closet...

Stressed out, and need stress relief, she thought to herself. Pleasure relieves stress, and a good deal of pleasure could relieve a good deal of stress! She nosed open her closet door and went inside, hooking a paw into the handle of a wide, deep drawer and pulling it all the way open. Her tail lifted a little and she purred softly at the sight of the drawer's contents: dildos and lube, and a good-sized collection of custom-made bondage gear. Just what she needed to relax. Some nice strong pleasure, and a feeling of restraint, of being in a position where she would be expected to obey rather than lead! Even if nobody was around to actually order her around, she still knew from experience that the effect of helplessness or near-helplessness was the same, and she shivered at the thought, her mind made up at once: she needed this.

First she picked out her favorite dildo: not the thickest of her collection but ridged in just the right spots, with a good-sized knot at its base. She selected a thinner, tapered plug as well, along with the bottle of lube, and closed her bedroom door to ensure her privacy before setting the toys down on her nightstand. Her bondage gear she took longer to consider, wondering just how tightly to bind herself, how long she wanted to be bound, how comfortable, and how easy to get out... Entirely helpless, her mind kept saying, though she would need to get Lawrence to help her with that; she'd recruited his help before, and though the first few times had felt embarrassing she didn't mind it so much now. A few times she had wished that he could do more than just bind her and release her as she directed him, but the nature of their relationship would never allow it: she was the master, and he was the servant.

Though even in the absence of someone to top her, after the rough week at work a part of her longed for the feeling of really being trapped! And dominated, and used, but she had little reason to hope for that... Either way, she could at least ensure her bondage was nice and tight and satisfying to squirm about in, especially if she told Lawrence to wait a while to free her. So she picked out the biggest, most expensive piece she had: a black latex bodysuit, custom-fit for her to wear. She purred a little more loudly as she unrolled it, and looked over the shiny black material, caressing it with a paw, remembering how it felt to wear and shivering in the beginnings of arousal. Enough thinking about it, she wanted to get those toys into her! And then after some pleasure, maybe an orgasm or two, she could have Lawrence help her into the suit... But for how long? Normally she told him to leave her alone for fifteen or twenty minutes, long enough for her to struggle around some and give herself a couple of climaxes, and occasionally she might tell him to leave her for an hour, or two hours--but not tonight. She wanted to feel stuck! To feel powerless and trapped and at another's mercy, and the longer she was helpless the better it would be. Not just half an hour, or an hour: she thought of being in the suit all night long, and the fantasy made her shiver.

Cursora sprawled on her bed, her hind legs twitching a little in her rapidly building eagerness. Along with needing the stress relief, it had been a couple weeks since she last played with a toy... She reached for the butt plug first, and smeared some lube--not too much--over the firm silicone, rubbing the remainder down against her tailhole before curling up, taking a deep breath, and sliding the toy inside. The feeling of her ass being spread made her grunt softly, and she grit her teeth, trying to keep her hindquarters as relaxed as she could; she twitched and exhaled sharply as it slid deeper, and deeper, but the plug was more for the wonderfully humbling feeling of having both her holes stuffed than for the pleasure it brought her on its own... Still, the sensation of it sliding in her made her squirm, her sex was growing flushed and swollen now in anticipation of the filling it would be receiving shortly, and she trembled all over as she finally hilted the plug in her rump, giving its flared base a little pat where it stuck out of her. "Nnnh..."

As turned on as she was already, she didn't bother with any lubricant for the dildo. Taking it in her paws, she spread her hind legs out wide and reached down, to rub the tip of it back and forth against her entrance, up and down, up and down, getting the head of the toy nice and slick with her dew, and moaning a little louder at the touch of it against her sex. "Mmmmh," she'd underestimated how good an idea this was! And losing patience she pushed the toy into herself, much more quickly than she had the plug, gasping and curling her hind claws tight in pleasure as the dildo spread her and began to fill her. She groaned and pushed it deeper, deeper, shuddering at the feeling of those ridges pushing into her, but stopping at the beginning of the knot, not yet stuffing that inside.

For a little while she left the toys alone, just panting and getting used to the feeling of them inside her--though her body was already demanding she start humping against the dildo! Her hips rocked almost of their own accord, and she let out a low hiss at the stimulation of the two phallic shapes rubbing at her insides... She pulled the dildo out a little ways, then pushed it back in, sliding it slowly back and forth and moaning softly from the sensations, the heat and energy of arousal beginning to really race through her now. Her breaths grew a little shaky, and her limbs trembled, muscles in her belly tightening and relaxing again as if trying to draw the dildo deeper into her. Her insides clenched on it the next time she pushed it into her, and her moan was much louder this time, along with her desire! So she planted a paw firmly on the dildo's base and pushed, watching--and grunting--as the knot spread her wider, and wider, then its center was past and the rest went in more easily--though now that knot inside her made her feel so wonderfully stretched!

"Nnnngh." She rolled her hips forward and back a couple of times, flexing, clenching just a bit on both of the toys; oh how she loved how it felt to be so stuffed, in both entrances! She shuddered all over in enjoyment, and after a moment she pressed on the base of the dildo with one forepaw and began to firmly grind against it, breathing hard, closing her eyes and imagining it was a male back there, grinding against her, pinning her down and biting her neck and thrusting, pleasuring them both, exerting dominance over her... "Nnnh," it felt so good to hump, to squeeze her insides around the dildo, to press on its base again and again as she writhed to move it around within her, and make it rub so perfectly against all her most sensitive places!

Simple pleasure occupied the dragoness for a couple of minutes before she slowed down, just rocking her hips, rolling onto her side and letting her forepaw drop; she was still a ways from an orgasm, but knew from experimenting that taking it slowly would make her release stronger! she could wait a little, for now--

And get herself into bondage, she reminded herself as she looked at the suit again. Reaching down, she straightened it out, then opened up the long zipper that ran from the neck of the gear all the way to the base of the tail. She wouldn't be able to get in on her own, but she'd prefer to at least get it halfway on by herself, so Lawrence wouldn't have to see the toys in her when she asked his help getting it zipped up properly! The two toys inside her made her hump a few more times, but then she rolled to her feet with a groan, and one at a time slipped her tail, then each of her hind legs into the appropriate sleeves. The elastic material stretched a little to accommodate her, and she pulled it tight around each limb in turn, making sure to keep her hind claws curled to avoid snagging the easily torn material, only letting her digits relax once they were through the sleeves--and safely into the mittens attached to the base of each leg. She panted in even greater arousal at the feeling of the tough leather mitts keeping her claws tightly wrapped, then reached down and buckled the cuffs sewn into the ankles of the suit, for that wonderful feeling of restraint... Last came a short chain, either end secured to D-rings on the cuffs to hobble her hind legs to half her usual stride.

She linked the currently-empty forelegs of the suit with another, equally restrictive chain, removed the patch that covered the eyes of the hood and put it on her nightstand, then slung the latex up over her shoulders: she would need Lawrence's help for the rest. Trying not to quiver from the feeling of the toys in her, she straightened up, then glanced back to be sure: the much shorter zipper beneath her tail, for easy access to her vent and tailhole, was all the way closed. The suit was snug enough that the shapes of the base of each toy protruding from her could still be seen if one looked closely--and indeed, was snug enough that it pushed the toys a bit deeper into her just from being wrapped around her hips!--but she wouldn't be lifting her tail for her butler. And he'd helped her tie herself up--and free herself--from bondage and dildos before, so he'd surely know they were there.

Of course, all the lessons of modesty and the proper behavior of a dragoness that had been drilled into her head as a fledgling told her that she should act as if the toys weren't there, and as if she wasn't so obviously turned on by the bondage, regardless of what he knew as he helped her into the suit! So even if just from reflex and years of being reminded it was rarely a good idea to give a male any encouragement, she wanted to keep her humping to a minimum. But the first hobbled step she took made her moan, and shiver, and just walking over to the door felt so good when her swinging hips made the toys move within her, and she wasn't sure she'd be able to keep her hindquarters still! One instinct kept telling her tail to rise so she could let whoever had claimed her fuck her nice and hard while another told her to keep a normal posture as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but she shut the first impulse out... With effort, she stopped shivering, and though her breathing remained deeper than usual she at least managed not to so obviously pant.

"Lawrence?" She called a little tentatively as she emerged from her room, but the den, and the living room after that, were both empty. Surely he wasn't still cleaning the kitchen! She stumbled onward, through the library, the toys teasing her gently on as she stumbled into the entry foyer with the private elevator down to the street-- "Lawrence! Th-there you are."

Her butler stood from the chair and nodded his head, and if he was surprised to see her halfway into a latex suit he didn't show it: always professional, and seeming able to take even tying up his employer in stride. "Would you like me to help you in, Miss, and then check on you in fifteen minutes or so?"

Cursora came a couple of careful steps closer, then stopped. "Kind of. I'd like you to help me into this suit, then you may be done for the evening."

"For the evening?" He came over to her and reached up, unwinding the suit from her shoulders and beginning to untangle it, again not showing surprise, if he even was surprised by her desire to be trapped for so much longer than she usually asked for. "When would you like to be released, then, Miss?"

"Mh... Morning-- Midmorning," she corrected herself, as if she'd meant to say it all along, and wasn't hiding a moan. Her hips twitched, but only once, and anyway the butler was preoccupied straightening out the forelegs of the suit.

"Mhmm. Around, say, ten o'clock?" he asked as he got the forelegs and the chain untangled the neck of the suit and straightened them out for her.

She had to suppress a groan, and a shudder, as she slid her foreleg into the first waiting sleeve: a little more than twelve hours of inescapable bondage, and the toys stimulating her... But her shiver was from nervous excitement, rather than pure anxiety. "Yesss... That should work."

But watching him tighten the cuff around her wrist, she couldn't help but wish for someone to be there to dominate her while she was tied. The distraction of the toys inside her made her want to break the little silence, to divert herself from the urge to grind on them, and she said wistfully, "sometimes I wish our roles could be reversed, even if only while I was bound."

"So you've told me, Miss," he said, and bowed for a moment before helping her get her other foreleg into its sleeve, and its mitten, then tightened the cuff: all four legs now bound and hobbled.

Finally Lawrence picked up the hood of the suit and pulled it towards him, to smooth out the neck and get the hood into its proper shape: there was a nice big cockgag waiting for her inside, though one could unzip the opening around the maw and remove it--someone other than her, since her paws were all in mitts. He held it up for her, and she extended her snout without hesitation, parting her jaws just enough to admit the gag as she slipped into the hood. The tip of it poked her nose and she blushed a little, then managed to orient her snout properly and straightened her neck, tightening the latex enough to pull it over her head, moaning a little as the thick phallic gag filled her maw. Lawrence helped make sure her horns went through the holes in the hood for them, and smoothed out the latex over her scales to make everything straight and tight and comfortable. "Mmmmf," she said, meaninglessly, and she flexed her jaws a little, but the tight latex kept them pinned down around the cockgag.

Trembling a little, she crouched as he walked down to her hips to retrieve the main zipper of the suit, furling her wings tight to help them fit into the pouches the suit had for them, and he began to zip the suit closed. The dragoness shivered as every inch the zipper moved made the suit pull tight behind it, starting at her belly, then her midsection, her chest, her shoulders, then her neck, and finally it was fully shut--and she was fully helpless.

"Is that all, Miss?"

She bobbed her head and grunted, "mmhmf!" around her gag, trying her hardest to hold still: being trapped inside this thing was only turning her on more, and those toys hadn't gone away! She did swing her head towards the decorative mirror across the room, though, and looked herself over, letting out a muffled murr of approval at how sexy she looked covered from snout to tailtip in the shiny black latex! So clearly restrained, by the chains and the mitts and the zipper closed in front of her jaws, so clearly meant to be submissive when unable to speak or hold anything or free herself, and she shuddered a little, seeing herself in the mirror not as the capable daughter of a wealthy, influential dragon, but an anonymous, powerless toy to be used. "Mmmmmh..."

Lawrence glanced at her when he heard her soft moan, then noticed her looking at the mirror. "That suit does look so good on you, Miss. I'm surprised you don't have me help you into it more often."

The compliment made her purr a little, despite the situation, and though he couldn't see her smile underneath the hood and she couldn't respond through her gag she tilted his head towards him in thanks. It was one of her favorites.

"And you look in need of some company, as you say so often."

"Mmhmmmf!" She nodded again, the feeling of the toys and the phallic gag only making her want someone to take charge of her even more strongly.

He gave her that rueful little smile again. "If only, I suppose, Miss. I will see you tomorrow, then, and I hope to find you feeling relaxed and stress-free in the morning! Press the emergency call button on the intercom if you need me before then." He picked up his bag from where it waited next to the door, adjusted the central lighting panel to darken all the rooms except the foyer and her bedroom, and called the elevator. She stood by waiting for him to leave, trembling a little and trying not to moan again; she didn't trust herself to take even a single step without grinding on the toys, and groaning loud in pleasure. Lawrence glanced back at her for a moment, his mouth opened and closed again without him saying anything, then the doors opened before him, he stepped inside, and the elevator carried him away for the night.

"Mmmmhf!" she moaned, loudly, as soon as he was gone and she could allow herself to stop trying to maintain her modesty. Her forelegs folded beneath her and she lifted her rump and tail high, and she rocked her hips vigorously for a few seconds, relieving the frustration of having so carefully restrained herself while he was there! She kept grinding and grinding hard against the toys, claws curling in the mitts, eyes closing again and imagining a big male claiming her, another taking her maw, sucking on the gag and moaning and panting hard... For a minute or two she humped and shivered and groaned in desire, her hind paws spreading out as wide as the chain would let her, then finally she slowed the needy rocking of her hips and straightened back up, trembling. She could wait just long enough to get back to her nice comfy bed, then curl up and put her paws between her hinds and grind herself to a few nice hard orgasms!

But she needed to walk back to her room, first, and with forepaws and hind paws both hobbled, with that rough grinding having further aroused her, there was no way that walk could be as short as she wanted it to be. Why had she gone to find Lawrence like this, instead of calling him to help her? she moaned to herself in impatience, as she began to shuffle awkwardly back to her room. The toys rubbed wonderfully inside her with every step, and the latex hugged her form so perfectly, squeezing her just tight enough all over to make her movements a little bit slower, letting out quiet squeaks whenever anything happened to rub against anything else. She panted hard as she walked, suckling on her gag half to keep from drooling, half to continue imagining a male using her maw, her tail lifted up high and twitching every time the thick dildo bumped against something especially sensitive--which was often! "Mmmh," she moaned, stumbling on through the library, the living room, the den... finally getting back into her room, shivering all over in lust, and she paused only to knock her door closed and turn the lights off with her tail before flopping awkwardly onto her bed.

Cursora twisted and writhed a little, arranging herself on her side, then curled up tight and reached for her belly with her forepaws. Her thighs couldn't spread nearly as wide as she wanted, with her hind paws manacled, but the feeling of the bondage only made the difficulty more exciting to her and she jammed her mittened paws down against her sex, feeling around for the toys, and moaning loud and roughly grinding forward when she found the base of the dildo. Pushing both mitts down on it as well as she could, the latex squeaking, she at once began to thrust against the pressure, insides clenching and relaxing and clenching tight again around the toy, its perfectly placed ridges, and that wonderfully thick knot! She groaned in pleasure, closing her eyes and just humping, loving the stimulation, the feeling of the gag and the tight mitts and the short chains restricting her movements as she masturbated, her heart pounding and her breaths coming faster and harder as she worked herself up to what she already expected to be a strong orgasm.

As she felt herself getting so close she pushed her paws down a bit lower still, so they could nudge the toy in a slightly different direction, and nudge at the base of the plug as well, and let her feel more of every grinding motion push the base of the toy right against her clit! The added ecstasy made her shudder, and gasp, and only a few moments later she reached her climax, letting out a muffled howl and writhing in place, her sex clamping down on the toy and spasming, the dildo and plug only feeling tighter inside her as all her tense muscles gripped and twitched and squeezed. "Mmmmmmmmmhf! Mmmmmf!" she cried into her gag from the incredible sensations racing through her, grinding roughly on, and finally going limp when the rush of sensation began to fade, shaking all over in bliss.

"Mmrrrrf... mmmh, mmmmgh," she moaned in satisfaction, slowly drifting down from such a wonderful peak. Oh, she had so badly needed that! She lay there panting hard for breath for a couple of minutes, her eyes closed, still twitching from time to time in aftershock: the orgasm had only made her more sensitive, and every tiny twitch made her feel the thick toys still filling her. For a moment she pawed at the zipper protecting her sex and her rump, uselessly, wondering if she should have told Lawrence to wait let her out after just one orgasm, after all... But after squirming, and moaning, and feeling her body almost immediately tell her to start humping the dildo again, she decided she'd definitely made the right choice; one climax wasn't going to be enough to sate her tonight!

But she made herself wait a little, despite the urging of her libido: what was the point of being tied up if she didn't explore the bondage a little? Closing her eyes, she imagined her maw was full because a male had forced his cock into it, that her sex and her tailhole were also being claimed, and a ring-gag and chains were stopping her from fighting back against whatever dragons were using her. She rolled onto her back, with effort, and sucked a little on her gag, and though she let herself hump the toys, she did her best not to touch them with her paws! Instead she tried to imagine that she had to struggle against the bondage, extending and flexing her hind paws, pressing her mitts together and rubbing at her neck, panting and wriggling underneath the latex, moaning as she humped, and humped, her hindquarters beginning to shiver and twitch again in desire. But she didn't let her paws reach down, instead holding them tight against the base of her neck, wriggling and whining softly as if it was someone else keeping her from masturbating rather than her own will...

Cursora writhed and squirmed and mock-struggled for a few minutes longer before she couldn't take it any longer and curled back up, her paws worming their way between her haunches once again to roughly, rapidly push and grind against the toys. Lost in the waves of pleasure and arousal, she teased and thrust and squirmed her way towards a second climax, head lying limp on her pillow as she groaned and sucked on the phallic gag, her whole body twitching at how amazing it felt, to be bound, and filled, and enjoying such pleasure--

Then the motion-sensing light on her terrace clicked on.

She was too horny to freeze entirely, but she forced herself to pull her paws away from her groin and did her best to stifle any further moans--though the gag was doing a fine job of that already. Her body bucked and twitched in complaint, she'd been so close to climax and her sex ached for just a bit more pleasure, but she had something else to worry about at the moment! She couldn't see outside with the blinds drawn, of course, so she couldn't be sure if someone had just needed somewhere to land for a minute for a breather, or someone was lost, or if whoever was outside had more sinister intentions... Her eyes were drawn to the door leading from her bedroom to the patio, to see if the unknown dragon approached, or might take off again--and when a shadow did appear against her door she shuddered: a possible intruder was right there, and she was powerless to stop him if he entered! She struggled out of bed, eyes widening as she heard a series of beeps: the dragon was using the keypad that unlocked the doors. Oh ancients, what if it was one of her parents, bumbling in at the worst possible time? Or a burglar guessing, or--

There was a click as the door unlocked, and she lurched towards the intercom next to the door, grunted from the toys moving inside her, tripped and nearly fell--she needed to call Lawrence back, whoever this dragon was! But the door was already opening, she was so slow and clumsy in the mitts and tight chains, and she looked towards the door as it swung inward...

"My my... What have we here?"

The dragon was unfamiliar, a big muscular orange-scaled male! She let out a muffled howl and resumed her stumbling rush towards the intercom, only for him to slip inside and push her away, making her lose her balance and fall hard onto her side. "Mmmmgh!"

The intruder was able to lock the door and come back over to push a paw down on her shoulder before she could struggle back to her feet, effortlessly pinning her bound form. "Ssshhhh... Calm down, now, there's a good girl." He nosed at her, and she whined, her face flushed hot in embarrassment-- fear-- still-raging arousal... "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Mmmmf!" She moaned at him, squirming, still panting, and trying to keep from humping the toys. What was going on? Why had he come here? How had he known the entry code? Who was he? She had so many questions and her gag wouldn't let her ask any of them! "Mmmh llmm... mmm, mmmf!"

"Relax..." He nuzzled her neck again, and stroked her side with a paw, chuckling quietly at the sound the latex made when he did. "A... mutual friend told me you were in need of some company... There's no need to be afraid."

"Hmmmf!?" She writhed, and did hump a couple of times before going still, her claws flexing uselessly. A friend? She had a few who were close, even a couple who knew she was into bondage... but none of those friends knew the codes to get into her home! Only her parents, her younger brother--but she'd never discussed anything concerning her sex life with her family. That only left Lawrence, but no, he would never do something like this! Even the first time he'd seen her bound, when she'd accidentally tied herself up in a way she couldn't escape from, he'd released her as simply and without hesitation as he would have done something as mundane as serving her breakfast, not asking questions about her love life or her sex life, just making himself useful without being intrusive, as he always did. And he had said she looked like she needed company, but he would never be so bold as to actually send a male here for that purpose--even if she wanted it. Would he?

"Just trust me..." He said, and rubbed his tail between her hind legs. As worked up and sensitive as she was it was impossible to keep from moaning, and humping towards his touch, and he rumbled in response. "That's better. Don't worry... don't think... just do as I say."

Cursora shivered and humped again on the toys stuffing her, rubbing her mitts together and groaning at the stranger. She couldn't just give herself to some unknown dragon... But what choice did she have? She was so helpless... and horny... His words echoed in her mind. Don't worry. Don't think. Do as he said... just like she told Lawrence she wanted to do while bound. A 'mutual friend' who knew the access codes for the terrace doors and thought she needed company tonight--her butler must have told him to come. She moaned, looking up at him and wanting to ask to be sure, needing to know if the man had sent him but unable to say a word! The dragoness writhed, and whimpered softly at him, wanting what she hoped to be the truth... then closed her eyes and nodded to him, submitting, flushing hot under the hood.

"Good girl." His tail teased her again, briefly, as if as a reward, then he took his paw off her shoulder. "Stand up now, let me get a look at you." He turned on the lights as she struggled to her feet, and she blushed further, awkwardly gathering her paws beneath herself and standing, trying to keep from shivering. She'd been so close to another orgasm when he'd arrived, too... She just wanted to keep humping! But didn't want to show him how heated up she was--assuming he couldn't already smell it, and either way his scent was starting to gain the distinctive musk of arousal as well.

"Mmmh. That suit of yours is just lovely," he purred approvingly, sniffing at her neck, nosing at where it covered her wings, and inspecting the mitts that trapped her paws. Her snout flushed hot as she watched him, utterly helpless and only able to hope he really was here just to please her, and shuddered all over when he crept down towards her hindquarters and she saw his belly and the half-hard erection already there! A quiet whine escaped her throat, as he moved behind her and admired her shapely--tightly stuffed--rump, her tail quivering where she'd lowered it protectively to try to hide the toys inside her, and she yelped when he put a paw on its base, for a moment. "Lift your tail, now," he said, his voice soft, but firm. Commanding. Just what she wanted...

And a moment later she obeyed, arching her tail high over her back. She had no choice but to trust him, as helpless as she was, and it was too perfect to be coincidence-- "Mmmmgh!" she gasped and trembled, as he nuzzled beneath her tail, and his snout pushed firmly on the base of the dildo in her!

The orange-scaled dragon chuckled. "Looks like somebody had a good deal of fun in mind tonight! I think I can help you out with that," he grinned, and nosed the base of the toy again. She shuddered and moaned, her hips twitching back to try to grind against him, far too horny to help herself. "You look in need of a good mounting..." She only moaned louder, shuddering all over as she imagined him inside her, thrusting, instead of just the silicone! "But it'd be a shame not to let you enjoy those toys for a while, don't you agree? You must have stuffed yourself for a reason, after all." He smirked.

"Mmmhf!" she grunted in response, her whole body quivering, her belly twisting itself into knots of nervousness, and tension, and hot aching desire. When the urge to thrust rose up again she gave in to it despite the stranger's presence behind her, shuddering, her hips rocking back and forth and the two toys drawing a series of needy moans from her. She did hope he mounted her...

"I have a better idea for us to start with." He prowled back in front of her and sat on his haunches, his legs parted enough for her to look down and get a good look at his cock: now fully hard, the sight and scent exciting her even more. Oh, she knew what was he was going to say, and she... she wanted to do it, she had been imagining being ordered around and used and now it was happening! Her thoughts were confirmed when he took hold of her snout, and slowly unzipped the opening for her mouth. "No talking, now," he said to her.

"Mmmh... mhmf..." Cursora nodded obediently, still blushing hot and twitching back and forth in desire. She panted and moaned through an open mouth when he pulled out the cockgag, but he barely gave her a moment to breathe before tugging on her horns to pull her snout down between his hind legs! She let out a squeak, and when she felt his tip against her snout she spread her jaws and gave him a gentle suck.

"Mmmmh!" He was the one who squirmed this time, and he groaned in pleasure. "Good girl."

She wasn't sure if the way he was saying that humiliated her or excited her each time, but she shivered as he pulled her maw down over his cock, the meaning of his paw pushing firmly down on her head clear: don't resist, don't hesitate. Just obey, and suck him off, and enjoy the toys in her... So she did just that. It had been a few years since she'd last given a dragon oral, rather than just suckling a gag and fantasizing, but soon she found a familiar rhythm, to suck, and lick, and slowly bob her head against the motions of his thrusting. His scent was so powerful with her snout between his legs, and she shivered near-constantly now, all her inhibitions fading away beneath the pleasure and the ease of submitting to him as she suckled the hot throbbing shaft in her maw. She panted hard in arousal, her own hips rocking back and forth against the dildos that teased her, the light teasing pleasure making her moan in lust and need for him to mount her as soon as possible! His accompanying moans of enjoyment only encouraged her, and she wriggled against him as he thrust, and groaned, and hunched over her, his movements beginning to stiffen, his humping rougher against her nose as she pleasured him.

"Rrrrgh!" He grunted and tightened his grip on her head, pushing her nose roughly against his slit as he humped, his length pulsing against her tongue as he released his seed. She twitched and grunted and tried to swallow all that she could, the taste making her blush further as he filled her maw, spurting out more, more, and then going still with a groan of satisfaction. "Nnnngh... Such a good girl." He finally let go of her snout, stroking her neck instead as she licked him clean, and swallowed the rest of what he'd given her.

Squirming and panting and grinding needily against the toys, she lifted her head at last. "Nnnh... pl--mmmmmf!"

The dragon didn't even let her get a full word out before he pushed the cockgag between her jaws again; she whined, and started to lift one of her paws before the chain stopped her, then subsided and let him gag her, and zip the hood shut once again over her snout. "I told you, no talking... Just obey, and enjoy."

"Mmmhf. Lmmmh... mmmf!" she moaned at him, shivering all over and feeling her blush deepen, still able to taste his seed on her tongue, and still far too horny for the mere presence of the toys in her rump to satisfy her! But he doubted he'd let her masturbate, and only her extreme arousal was enough to make her even consider trying with him watching her.

"I know," he rumbled. "You're really liking those toys, aren't you? Well don't worry, I won't take either of them out until I'm ready to go again... And until then, we can just rest a little." Stretching, he turned and sprawled onto her bed, then gestured for her to join him.

Cursora blushed hotter still to see him getting nice and comfortable on her bed and expecting her to join him in all her bondage, but obeyed at once. It was so nice to just do what she was told... He'd said she could trust him, and she wanted to, climbing into bed with difficulty, having to fight her chains the whole way. Her hips jerked back and forth a couple of times when he cuddled her against him, she whined, her whole body trembled, but if anything the feeling of being pressed tight against him, his belly against her back, helpless and stuffed and waiting for him to decide it was time to take her, was only arousing her more! He purred, and nuzzled the latex covering her cheek, one of his forepaws stroking at her chest, then his tail curled beneath her own and she moaned, low and muffled, when it began to rub gently back against the base of the dildo and the butt plug that filled her. "Mmmmhf," she panted, grinding against his tail and shuddering, enjoying the pleasure, and trembling in her restraints as she waited for him to give her more.

Though he was only a little larger than her, the way he held her, the bondage that kept her at his mercy, and his commanding demeanor made her feel dwarfed by his presence, small and weak and needing to obey, just as he wanted. The orange dragon was content to lie there for a while, one paw and his hind legs pinning her against him as he stroked her chest, and nuzzled her neck, purring happily to her as he nosed and petted--and his tail kept rubbing against her rump. The pleasure of the toys wriggling back and forth made her pant, and groan, and shudder against him, her hind legs and tail trembling and claws all curled tight inside the mittens from the stimulation and her desire for so much more... Her sex was beginning to ache, now, from so much attention, but it was an ache of need, not of over-use, and every soft moan that slipped past the cockgag was a plea for him to stop teasing and mount her. "Mmmh, llllmmmf... Mmrrh--!" she said, twitching and grinding firmly, uselessly against his touch: she needed more!

He lifted his head to look her in the eyes and smile, and she moaned back at him. Despite his unfamiliar face, her uncertainty at being intruded upon by a stranger, she had been so willing to obey him, wanted to trust him, wanted him to dominate her; still that knot of nervousness lingered in her belly, but the more he teased her, the more it faded away to be replaced by the rushing needy heat of her lust. "Mmh... Isn't this nice?" He nuzzled her cheek, and ground his hips against her back just once, so she could feel something firm pressing against her. "I could lie here for hours..."

"Mmmmmmmf!" she quivered and whined at him, muffled; she longed for him to get back up and take her right this instant! Her hind paws pulled on the chain as she tried to spread them, to give him more room to rub his tail, to let him reach down and open up that zipper, pull one of the toys out and fuck her hard... Just the thought made her tremble, moaning and rocking her hips back and forth. She needed it so badly!

"What's that?" He chuckled knowingly. "Is there something you want, pretty one?"

She blushed, to be complimented in such a way when only her eyes and the tip of her snout were visible, the rest of her tightly wrapped up and bound tight. "Llllmmmgh..." she tried to force the words past the thick phallic gag, but the way it pressed down her tongue and so filled her maw made it impossible. "Mmmm mmmmmf!"

The dragon released her from his embrace and gestured with his snout towards the floor next to the bed. "Go on then, girl... Show me what you want."

The order made Cursora shiver: he wanted her to present herself to him! And it was exactly what she wanted to do, to lift her tail high so he could thrust beneath it, to let him claim her and use her and help her get the orgasm she'd been so close to since he arrived. She groaned, and wriggled, and with effort managed to get off of the bed, panting and unsteady on her chained paws, only stumbling a couple of steps away before bending her forelegs and lifting her rump high. Her tail curling over her back to expose herself to him, showing him the black latex, the zipper, and the two bumps where the toys stuffed her. "Mmmmmhf!" she moaned, turning her head back towards him, grinding against the dildos in need, looking at his snout, his cock, then his snout again, blushing and trembling at how predatory he looked while admiring her displayed rear. "Llllmmmm!"

"Nngh, I don't think there's a dragon in the world who could resist a sight like that. Such a good girl you are." He stood as well and nuzzled at her flanks, sniffing, nosing, stroking her with a paw... The light touches through the latex only made her shiver, each nudge to the base of a toy drawing another loud needy moan from her, her hips rocking constantly back and forth as she waited and yearned for him to just take her already! Then at last he sat up on his haunches, and she wriggled as she felt him tug open the zipper beneath her tail. The sight of the toys made him grin, and he pulled the dildo from her sex.

"Mmmmmgh!" The feeling of thick knot tugging out made her writhe, and she gasped when the feeling of being so filled went away, her entrance gaping open for a few moments from all the time with the toy in her before slowly starting to pull closed.

"Oh my." The dragon help up the toy and looked closely at it, grinning wider as he saw just what had been teasing her, and how soaked it was in her juices. "No wonder you'd been squirming so much..."

"Mhmmmf... mmmf!" She bobbed her head, still more impatient now that her hot aching sex was empty!

"I wonder how thick the other one is..." He nudged the base of it with a paw, but didn't pull it out of her. "Maybe later." He watched her a moment longer before his own arousal got the better of him as well, and he reared up and put his weight down on her back, forepaws wrapping around her middle, and after getting a good grip on her, and balancing, he thrust deep into her waiting vent.

"Mmmmmmmmmmh!" The feeling of him sliding in made her writhe in his grip, crying out softly in pleasure, and she panted as she got used to how he felt inside her, maybe not quite so wide as the toy--not as big as the knot, certainly!--but pulsing and hot with life, nudging this way and that with his every tiny movement, and feeling so good to grind against. He groaned too from the stimulation of her gripping his length, and to her immense satisfaction he began to thrust at once.

"Rrrnh-- Good girl..." He growled at her, his forelegs holding her tight, his weight keeping her firmly pinned beneath him as he slid in and out of her so wonderfully, nice and firm like she'd been imagining ever since she'd first pushed the toy into herself! And worked up as she was it didn't take long for her to reach climax at last, gasping and shuddering in her bonds, eyes closing tight and jaws clamping on her gag as she moaned again and again in ecstasy, her tunnel clamping and spasming all around him in encouragement for him to do more and more and more, the feelings of bliss dragging out so amazingly as he did just that. Pent up for so long, the orgasm seemed to last for half a minute to her, the pleasure and satisfaction making her howl around her gag, as he grunted, and held her against him, and kept on firmly thrusting!

Finally the incredible peak began to fade, leaving her gasping and twitching all over, and moaning still as he continued to pound himself against her. Heightened sensitivity nearly sent her over the edge again at once, and she humped vigorously back against him, so incredibly horny from the bondage, and from all the pleasure and teasing and from being mounted, and at last having control truly taken from her so she could just do his bidding and enjoy the results! She wanted the moment to last forever, tied down, dominated, taken and expected only to like it, and another orgasm made her yowl and buck beneath him, her whole body trembling from the intensity of the climax that only seemed to get stronger and stronger as he went on! Crying out again in ecstasy, she rocked her hips roughly against his own hard, increasingly rapid thrusts, and shuddered when she felt him give her his seed just as her spasms began to fade, feeling him pulse inside her, growl above her, and hold her so tight against him as he released himself.

Even had she not been gagged, she was too blissfully satisfied for words when he pulled out of her at last. "Such a good girl you are," he purred, and gave her a firm, affectionate nuzzle. She moaned back softly, and when he held his snout close she couldn't resist, and nuzzled back at him, still weak and trembling from her successive, powerful orgasms.

"Mmmrf... mmmmmmmh..." she panted, her mind nearly blank in her afterglow--brought back to reality only by the feeling of something prodding against her well-used vent! She yelped in complaint and squirmed, then flushed in embarrassment, and pleasure, when she felt him slide her favorite toy--and its thick knot!--back into her, only able to moan and shiver all over when he zipped the suit closed again with the dildo now within her once again.

He tilted his head slyly. "You seem to like that toy far too much for me to leave it sitting by unused... But let's get you back into bed now, you must be so tired." And he flopped on the bed on his side, a foreleg lifted invitingly to her.

Cursora was only even more sensitive now, after the rough, wonderful mating, and each of the few hobbling, unsteady steps back to her bed made her moan again, her sex clenching around the toy and making her shiver. It felt a little too strong, after she'd been used so much, but she found herself enjoying it anyway, having been made to take it into her again! And unable to get it out, either... Still blushing beneath her hood, quivering and gasping for breath as her body tried to recover from being taken, she struggled back into bed, unable to keep from purring a little as he snuggled against her. She had no idea who he was... how he'd come... but she'd enjoyed this so much.

He purred too, all his chest and neck vibrating from the sound, and he nuzzled her some more, though his tail didn't tease her this time. "Mmmmh, mmrrrrrrf..." she moaned at him, trembling a little as her body ever so slowly calmed itself, only to let out a whine when he picked up the blindfold for her hood from the nightstand!

"It's time for you to keep being a good girl, and get some rest." He fastened the black latex over her eyes, cutting off her vision despite her muffled, only half-hearted protests. She would rest if he told her to, even though she was still bound, and even though the fact that she was still tightly stuffed might prevent her from properly resting...

"Mmmf! Lm mmmmf..." she panted, shivering anew in uncertainty when she felt him let go of her and stand up.

"Mmmmmh," the dragon groaned, wings rustling as he padded off towards the door. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, girl," he rumbled, then, "if you ever want me to come back, just ask Lawrence for Kaereth's number." She stiffened, and groaned in comprehension: so the man had invited him! "I hope to hear from you again soon," Kaereth said, then the door opened and closed, and she faintly heard the beats of his wings as he flew away.

The dragoness moaned into the darkness, rubbing a mitt against her hood uselessly for a moment before lying still. She was exhausted, after all the time with the toys, and sucking him off, and being mounted and so strongly pleasured--and with the toys still in her! But despite her weariness the feeling of being filled still made her squirm, and every squirm made her moan from the stimulation, and even as well-used and spent as she was she couldn't help from allowing the stimulation to encourage her to slowly, gently hump against the dildos. With nothing she could do to free herself or remove the toys, she thought, she might as well keep enjoying them until Lawrence returned... to free her, and give her Kaereth's number, and maybe even get a raise, for how well this night had turned out! Work hadn't managed to cross her mind since the moment she'd entered her closet.

So for now she was content to reach her tightly bound forepaws back down and grind nice and hard against the big phallic shapes trapped inside her. Already she could imagine big orange Kaereth using her, and she moaned his name into her gag, writhed and thrust in pleasure and began to fantasize about how he might use her again, with the taste of him on her tongue and two thick dildos inside her to help aid her imagination, and help her keep pleasuring herself all night long.