Memoirs of a Sex Slave
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Darkness...All I could see in every direction was darkness. I slowly lifted my head a bit, blinking my eyes over and over again trying to blink away that sleepy feeling of just waking up, that same sleepy feeling that clouded the darkness before my eyes. As I became more awake, I also became more aware of my current situation and the fact that I wasn't stretched out in my warm bed as I normally would be when I woke, and that I was in a rather...Uncomfortable position. From what I could gather I was sitting in a rather plush chair with my arms pulled straight down the back of the chair, and my legs spread about shoulder width apart, and the fact that I was completely naked almost as if I had been moved from my bed to this chair as I slept. I started with my left arm, attempting to see how much I could move it out of its current position. I was only able to move that arm about an inch before a resounding "CLANK" echoed through the now obviously cavernous room. I could feel the warmth of the molding metal pressing against the scales of my wrist, and could feel the same pressing against my ankles as I tried to move them as well, another "CLANK" echoing through the room as my legs removed. I closed my eyes slowly and smirked a bit, allowing my muscles to slowly relax into the form of the chair; it was now quite obvious where exactly I was, as I had seen this same chair used upon others in this place I call "home".
I sat and waited for what seemed like an eternity, but a mere five minutes had passed, the time stretching on and on due to the fact that my biggest sense, sight, was currently being repressed by something. I knew exactly who had done this to me, but at the same time I wasn't worried in the slightest. I had a feeling of what was coming and I knew I would have to wait for her to arrive. As I waited, one of my wings flicked a bit and I grimaced against the leather of the face mask that held my muzzle shut and my sight in darkness. I winced because as my wing moved, the sensation of something quite rough rubbing against my sensitive wing membrane's shot up my wing, causing me to jerk a bit and another "CLANK" to echo through the room. I opened my eyes a bit as I tried to picture what was binding my wings together against my back. From the texture and the feel, I could only imagine some very ill-cared for leather straps, and I tried my best to sigh into the mask, finding that two holes had been cut in the front to allow me to breathe. As I settled back into the chair, my ear fins flicked a bit against the smooth interior of the latex mask placed over my face as I picked up the sound of something tinkling softly, and with a little mental counting I found it to be occurring once every three seconds. At first I thought it might have been the tag on my collar brushing against the metal of the collar itself, but my suspicions were soon answered.
It was subtle at first...The warmth of someone or something coming closer to me, which I was easily able to pick up since my sight was currently being hampered by the mask. Fingers, deft and nimble, finally came in contact with my bare thighs, causing me to grunt a bit and strain slightly against the cuffs and straps binding me to the chair. While I moved a bit, I failed to notice that an unknown weight, warm to the touch and scaly, had started to press down upon my lap. I couldn't help but gasp out as her wonderful fingers gently wrapped around my scaly sheath, beginning to slowly stroke up and down my quickly thickening sheath. My breathing began to get harder and faster, my nostrils flaring a bit, trying to pick up the scent of my "assailant" who was starting to rub their thumb along the opening of my sheath, within my draconic length lay hidden, quickly starting to grow under the attentions. "My oh my...Ees my leetle dragon surprised?" a soft, sensual voice hissed out, causing my head to perk up a bit and for me to smile quite broadly from behind the face mask. Yira. Sweet and vindictive Yira. From day one, it was always Yira, and the way things were going it would always be her. "Here I t'ought my leetle dragon vas alvays ready for anyting..." she hissed out for me again, stroking at my sheath and slowly erecting length, her feather-light touches bringing me to complete rigidity in mere seconds, causing her to laugh and wrap those wonderful fingers of hers around the base of my shaft. Many had felt those fingers in a way foreign to the way they were currently being used, her soft grip usually used for beatings, spankings, and punishment to others in her little "harem" she had, but to outsiders was merely known as "The House of the Fallen Lotus." I have been the only lucky chosen one to feel Yira's soft touch, her loving embrace, and her caring nature that she hides from the rest of the brothel. "That's eet...Nice und hard for jur Meestress...Now...Give me what I need, my sssssweet dragon," she cooed into my ear through the face mask as she slowly tilted my length back a bit. I slowly rolled my hips into her fingers, enjoying the soft lilting sound of her heavy Russian accent as she slowly positioned herself above me.
I groaned out through the face mask as she slowly slid her dripping sex down my shaft, sinking all eleven ebony inches deep within her waiting sex, her own hiss joining my groan as the snake woman slid down onto my length. My hips rolled against hers as she pushed to the hilt, doing my best to stimulate my Mistress as best as I could. She squeaked a bit as my hips grinded against hers but she laughed as she rested her hands on my shoulders and began a quick, hard rhythm of riding my shaft. Up and down, up and down, over and over again she pistoned up and down my black length, the color of my shaft matching the color of her scaly hide, the black, red, and yellow stripes rising and falling up and down in my lap as she used her favorite toy; me. I did my best to match her thrusting hips with my own, but due to the shackles binding me to the seat I couldn't do more than push my legs up a bit each time she thrusted down. Her movements suddenly ceased and she withdrew from me, a soft whimper coming from behind my mask as my length was greeted by the cool draft that had been previously unknown to my scales. "Shhhhhh...Don't fret my leetle dragon...Meestress is just...How do joo say...Changing positions," she said softly as she suddenly returned to my lap, leaning backwards against my chest as she slid my shaft deep within her sex once more, eliciting yet another loud moan from beneath my mask, my deep moan echoing through the room as she hilted upon my cock once again. Seconds rolled into minutes, and the minutes just kept rolling as she kept riding me harder and faster still. I felt her shift a bit and she squealed out a bit, her walls gripping gently around my length as her first, small orgasm washed over her, her slightly smaller form shuddering a bit. "Mmmmm...Does eet turn joo on even more...Knowing dat jur Meestress is using you like a toy, and joo can do nossingk about eet?" she panted against my ear once again, to which I could only reply with a slow nod, the tag on my collar bumping against the metal of my collar with a soft tinkling sound. I knew deep down that if she kept up her feverous thrusting that I wouldn't last much longer, and to my pleasure, she began to thrust faster and faster along my length.
Another soft orgasm and five full minutes later her form went rigid against mine and she shrieked out like a banshee, her walls clenching down tightly around my dick as she hit her highest peak, her vaginal walls clenching and rippling along my length like a pair of gentle, warm, wet hands squeezing the entirety of my shaft, and I couldn't hold myself back any longer. With a muffled roar, due to the mask, I tried to thrust my hips up, my draconic knot quickly inflating outside of her bright pink cunny lips and my scaly sac quickly pulled up against my body, which quaked in that euphoric high that could only be described as the male orgasm. I pumped my Mistress full of my thick, ropey, and boiling hot draconic seed, my fertile sperm shooting against the opening of her cervix, quite a bit of my load oozing out around my length and onto my thighs, making a mess of not only myself and the chair beneath me. I gave one last hard jerk in the chair then went limp, panting hard through my nose as I finished, beginning to slowly come down from my own peak, my eyes rolled back behind the mask as I sat there, panting through my nose. It was a few minutes before she moved again, slowly sliding herself off of my slowly shrinking length, giving my groin one last loving squeeze before she moved behind me, undoing the cuffs and shackles with a soft hiss, removing my mask as well. I blinked my eyes like I had almost an hour prior while waking up, my violet eyes adjusting to the light of the room.
"Such a good boy...Always good to hees Meestress," her voice came to me again as she moved before me and kissed my cheek softly. I could only give her an almost dumbfounded smile as I rubbed my snout against hers.
"You never cease...To amaze me Mistress," I spoke finally, my baritone voice quite the opposite to her alto. She giggled a bit and stroked her scaly fingers along my cheek, causing me to tilt my head and nuzzle her hand.
"Gewd boy...Now...I believe joo need to get jurself cleaned up...Joo have a big day ahead of joo...Lots of clients and fun to be had," she replied as she allowed me to stand. She smiled up at me and attached a leash to the front of my collar, slowly leading me out of her room. She was right; I had a very big day ahead of me.