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Her New Toy Chapter 1: Told His Place for Faceless_Lord by Draconicon

As much as stereotypes tended to sting, there were certain ones that were very true. Huskies in particular were victims of this, and Greg was no exception.

For example, he wasn't surprised to find himself in a set of chains. The manacles and shackles were fairly similar to the types he enjoyed every Friday night down at a club, with the only difference being that they weren't pink and fluffy. He pulled at them, experimenting a little, but they were quite strong. A few little flicks of the wrist didn't produce the usual method of escape, either, but it didn't concern him too much. After all, it was probably just some early fun.

What day of the week was it, anyway? He wasn't entirely sure, but maybe it didn't matter? Maybe it really was Friday...

The more he thought about it, the less likely it seemed. After all, he clearly remembered that it had been Tuesday when he'd gone out for a dance with some friends, and unless he'd had a major drinking binge, there was no way that he'd lost several days of memory.

Nor, for that matter, did the husky think his friends would have completely stolen his clothes for so long, either.

He looked down at himself, blushing slightly at the white and gray marks of his fur. Normally, he barely saw more than his arms and his feet, which were mostly gray, so seeing himself so utterly exposed was...rather different. He tried to reach down to cover his crotch, but it was rather impossible, mostly due to the short lengths of his chains.

The husky quickly gave up, and looked around.

Any thought that he might have been in someone's basement dungeon was immediately dismissed. There was no way that anyone would have spent the money getting their place converted to look like a mountain cave, not with all the fake bits of rock and the installation costs. For that matter, the feeling of the uneven ground underfoot definitely didn't help. It was more uncomfortable than kinky, and he found himself shuffling his feet constantly.

What's going on? Where am I?

Pushing himself to think harder on where he might be, Greg forced himself to think of more of his memories. He had been going dancing, that he remembered. They'd had a good time. Tom and Sam had left him, taking a car home while he walked. It was raining, something he clearly remembered because of all the puddles he had to walk through. Big feet did not make it easy to find shoes, and his feet had been freezing on the way.

Then he'd passed by an alley, and there was something...

Try as he might, he couldn't come up with what it must have been. Purple was all that he remembered, then darkness. It must have been some kind of light, though, because he remembered shielding his eyes before he collapsed.

Well, it probably didn't matter, anyway. At least he wasn't gagged, and could call for help. Who knew, maybe he'd even get an explanation.

"Hello? Hello? Is anyone out there? I'm...kinda...tied up..."

The returning echoes of his calls for help didn't lift his spirits in the least. In fact, they actually sunk them down further and further, knowing that his shouts were heading further than he expected. There must have been much more to this place than he expected, if it could echo for that long; a house or even a big basement wouldn't keep sending it back for that long.

He slumped down, sliding against the wall until the chains lifted his arms above his head. There was just enough slack for him to sit down, and he blushed a bit as he felt his bare butt settle against the cold stone. Normally, that would feel rather...fun, but without any context, he couldn't help but feel rather worried.

He sat there for a few minutes - or at least, what felt like a few minutes - before the sound of footsteps caught his attention. The husky leaped to his feet, looking back and forth as the steady tap, tap sound of someone walking got louder and louder.

"Hello? Is someone there? Please, say something!"

Nobody did, but the footsteps continued to get louder. Greg pulled at the chains as hard as he could, yanking himself as far from the wall as they allowed. It was only a few feet, but he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Please! Say something! I need to know I'm not -"

"Alone?"

A woman's voice? He hadn't expected that. If he had been kidnapped - something that was looking increasingly likely - he would have expected some big burly guy. Yet this sounded...seductive. Almost like a movie villainess in front of a hero. Strange.

He shook his head, but his next plea was silenced as she stepped into the room. His eyes went wide as the feminine silhouette walked through the tunnel mouth, and his jaw dropped as she leaned against the edge of it.

She was...well, gorgeous. The dragoness deserved nothing less than that as a description, despite what she might have done. Greg's eyes went up and down her body in quick darts, taking in the curves of her hips and chest, the way that she seemed to swell to a supernatural way in those areas. Her lips were turned up in a half-chilling, half-arousing smirk, and her purple scales seemed to flicker, casting light about in an almost hypnotic pattern. She shook her head.

"Look at you. Already awake. And here I thought that I might have been a little too rough pulling you out of your world."

"Out of...what are you talking about?"

"Oh, hon, are you really so stupid?"

He blushed, but only until she raised her hand and summoned a burst of purple flames around her fingers. It danced around, weaving between her slender fingers and then up and around her wrist. She dismissed it with a bored gesture.

"All dragons have magic, little dog. And I prefer to use mine in more fun ways than most."

"More...fun..."

He looked at his chains again, more closely this time. Underneath the gray of the metal, he spotted a glimmer of purple, a light that seemed to get brighter as the dragoness moved.

"You did this?"

"If by 'this' you mean that I pulled you out of your world with a portal, tied you up, left you naked, and plan to have my way with you until you're the most well-trained toy in my land? Yes, I suppose I did."

"Portal...toy..."

It was getting too much for him to keep up with, and he tottered back and forth, trying to keep his balance. However, he didn't get much of a chance. A sudden blast of magic sent him flying back against the wall, his arms flying above his head and slamming against the rock. The impact was enough to knock the air from his lungs, and the dragoness took that time to step forward, while he was still recovering.

As a result, he saw something that he'd missed the first time. His eyes were drawn away from her swaying hips down to something that was most unfeminine. A massive purple shaft hung between her legs, the flaccid length slapping against her thighs with each and every step. The soft 'smack, smack' of her cock against her legs was enough to send a shiver down his spine, and embarrassingly, in more of a good than a bad way.

By the time she stood before him, his cock had risen up more than he would have liked, and he blushed as she grabbed hold of it, roughly jerking it off.

"Mmm hmmm, what do we have here?"

He groaned, arching his back as she jerked at it, pulling and tugging on his cock harder and harder. It rose up as if it was summoned by her, magically, despite everything that Greg did to try and keep it soft. Thinking of crude or disgusting things really wasn't helping when he had someone like her grabbing and teasing his cock like this, and the magical bondage did things to his imagination that he wasn't sure he wanted.

Damn it, why didn't she just get a fox? They're as bad as us, and I bet they would have been more interested...

Soon, he was dragged to full erection, his cock standing tall and proud. He almost whimpered as she pulled her fingers back, and he shivered as she chuckled at his size.

"Oh, only seven inches? You truly do have a lot of work to do..."

"It's...It's not that bad. I mean, you could -"

"Dear, dear. I do have standards, after all. Of course, you wouldn't know about that, little husky. You probably bend over for most dicks, regardless of how big they are."

He blushed, but couldn't respond before she raised her hand again. The purple flames returned, and suddenly his mouth was forced open wide. The fire leaped into his mouth and he screamed in fear of being burned.

Thankfully, no such thing happened. Instead, he merely felt his lips grow a little warm, and his tongue get pinned under it as the fire suddenly solidified. He felt his teeth sink into something thick and rubbery, and he groaned as he felt it extend further and further down his throat, pinning his tongue in place and leaving him coughing and gagging around the tip threatening to push into his throat.

"That's much better, my little toy. Until you learn not to speak unless spoken to, I believe I'll keep that in place."

She chuckled.

"And besides, it's much better for you to learn how to take something deep this way. I don't want you gagging too much on this."

His eyes were drawn back down to her cock as she lifted it. Well, in her case, it was more like hefting. It was huge, almost eleven inches long without even hardening, and he could see that it was...marked? It looked as though there were lines drawn along the shaft, and little letters as well.

She must have noticed him looking, because she chuckled and stepped back a pace. She turned to the side - a view that let him see every bit of curves she had, from her ass to her breasts, to the strangely feminine full-size of her balls. Holding her cock in one hand, she summoned a magical light with the other, holding it under her shaft.

Now he could see what was written, and he blushed worse. Each line corresponded with a measurement of her cock, and from what he saw, it was measurement to be used when she was hard. With the bottom of the shaft measuring something like sixteen inches, he was afraid of how she would want his service. Very, very afraid.

"Oh, don't worry, little toy. By the time I'm done with you, I can send you off to the feral horses and let them fuck you dry without a worry in the world. You'll learn to love everything that I do. And you had better hope that I learn to love everything that you do, as well. If you don't want to be sent off to the whorehouses, at least."

The dragoness chuckled, letting the light die away.

"I have a few things to tend to. When I come back, I will make sure that you are properly outfitted. After all, a toy needs to learn his place, and that means giving you the right accessories. Keep thinking naughty things, little toy; I want to see you throbbing and bouncing when I return."

As she walked off, Greg couldn't help but stare at her big ass. It was thick and more than a little juicy. It swayed back and forth with her hips, and his cock twitched to the jiggles that went through that scaly, padded rump. It was even better than the time that a bear let him top, and he got the chance to feel how good a padded ass felt.

He was slightly caught off guard as she stopped at the tunnel, spreading her legs slightly. The sight of her other sex, a real pussy behind her balls, left him feeling a bit strange, but he didn't have time to think about it before she left.

So...a real herm, someone with both...Didn't think I'd see that anytime in my life.

It was a surprisingly mundane thought for what he was going through, and he quickly shook his head. The last thing he needed right now was to be thinking of her as someone - or something - normal. What he needed to do was to get out of here...

But how in the hell was he going to do that? He was tied up, naked, and - if she was to be believed - out of his own world. Even if he got out of here, what was he going to do? Run around until he found someone to take him in? Try and find another mage that might be able to send him back home? That last one felt particularly impossible, considering he didn't even know what they called his home world.

At least here, he had someone to take care of him, even if she - if she was the right word - did demand certain things.

Just...wait it out, Greg, he told himself as he looked down at his cock. Wait it out. Maybe...maybe she'll be nicer than she looks.

In the meantime, he had to start thinking sexy thoughts as quick as he could. His cock was wilting, and he didn't want to know what she'd do if he failed that basic test.

The 'test' turned out to be far from basic. The dragoness was gone for more than an hour, and Greg's muscles were exhausted from all the tension he kept putting on them to keep his cock hard. When she appeared, he felt nothing more than the purest of relief.

Oh thank god, he thought as she walked into the room. He didn't care that she grabbed his cock like it was a piece of meat. He didn't care that she pulled on his balls like they were yo-yos. The fact that he wouldn't have to keep it hard anymore -

His eyes went wide as his balls were yanked, HARD. He went right up on tiptoes from the tug, and it only got worse as he felt something hard and metallic click shut around the base of his sac. Greg shook his head rapidly, trying to look down, trying to see what the hell had happened, but the dragoness yanked his head right back up.

"Ah, ah, toy. You will see in a minute. Let your mistress do what she wants."

That seemed to be his only choice, even if he felt incredibly embarrassed about this. Her fingers feeling around his cock and balls left him feeling like he was being utterly violated and utterly turned on at the same time, something that he hadn't felt for a rather long time.

He wasn't sure if he liked it.

Greg felt other bits of metal move around his cock and balls, sliding around other pieces before clicking into place. The husky wondered if it was some form of chastity cage; he'd tried that with another friend way back when, and it hadn't been a thing he'd particularly enjoyed. After all, the joy of sex came with cumming, and a lot; why hold back?

Please not a cage, please not a cage, please not a cage...

But when he looked down...it wasn't a cage.

Instead, his cock was surrounded by a series of gold and silver rings, alternating down his cock. They were incredibly narrow bands, barely more than half a centimeter, and were placed at inch sized intervals down his shaft.

It left him throbbing, too, and not just from the look. Every few seconds, he felt a sudden twitch of pleasure through his cock, and he traced it by the little flickers of purple coming off of the bands. They went in waves, up and down his shaft, and he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning at the strange sensations.

Past the rings was a thicker bit of metal, and he realized that she'd attached weights to his balls, pushing them down, stretching them. The slightest movement made them sway, and left him with a mix of pleasure and a slightly sickly feeling in the pit of his stomach as his balls moved. They were...much lower than he was used to, and the pressure on them, constant, insistent, made him more aware of them than usual.

The dragoness chuckled at his apparent discomfort, patting him on the cock. Even that left him hissing in pleasure, and he blushed. She reached up to take out his gag, and he immediately took advantage.

"Why...what is this?"

"Oh, merely a few little toys. The first of many, for my bigger toy."

She chuckled.

"Oh, I suppose we should exchange names. Not that I expect you to use mine, or recognize it."

"I...I am -"

"Toy."

"G-"

"You. Are. Toy."

He slowly looked down and nodded. It wasn't a fight that he would win, and there'd be no point in it. Better to save a little defiance for when it would matter, and when he would get something out of it.

"I am...Toy."

"That's better."

The dragoness waved her hand, and a chair came out of the ground behind her. As she sat herself down, her cock flopped audibly over her leg, and she crossed them at her ankles. Greg took a moment to look at her feet, but yanked his attention away; better not to give up too much information if he could avoid it.

He'd barely thought that before she started chuckling again. Gods, but it was an infuriating, humiliating sound.

"Oh, Toy, you truly need to learn something. It is but a simple art for magic users to read your mind. And I am far from simple."

"Read...You saw..."

"I saw everything, Toy. It's how I knew you would be fun."

She winked, and lifted one of her feet into the air. Immediately his eyes started tracking it, and he blushed as she wiggled her toes. He could already imagine it being pushed against him, playing with his ringed cock. And thoughts of what she would do with hers led to him thinking of -

No!

But it was too late. The dragoness was already smiling again, her cock rising up from her leg into a semi-erection, and she gave it a few teasing strokes.

"Ooooh, my. So that's one of your weaknesses, is it? I imagine you haven't told too many people about that."

She waved her hand again, and this time, it was him swept off of his feet, his legs thrust out in front of him. He was forced to hang from his wrists until a bit of stone came up under his heels, giving him some modicum of support. Still, his arms ached from the feeling of hanging from them, and he blushed as she reached out and stroked a finger along his feet.

She must have seen it in his mind. His feet were a big weakness of his, a guilty secret that he tried not to tell his partners. He didn't just go barefoot from the lack of easy footwear, but because he liked the...abuse...that his bare feet got on a regular basis. The feeling of them getting rubbed and smacked and teased by carpet, concrete, and grass always left him with a secret erection. And now...

He gasped as she suddenly dug her fingers into his arch, making him spasm and giggle. The sudden tickle attack left him breathless, shaking and squirming from side to side. Not that it did much good; the magic held his ankles locked down better than any chain did, and the way she darted her fingers around kept him from being able to even get used to it.

The husky gasped and giggled in turns, shaking his head and trying to keep his laughter quiet. But it was impossible. The sheer sensitivity of his feet made everything feel much more intense, and he shook from side to side as he tried to put it out of his head, knowing that his cock was getting harder and harder by the second.

The dragoness laughed.

"Look at you. Such big feet, such weak points. I see in your mind...that you can cum merely from these being properly teased? I have never heard of such a thing. Perhaps I should get other toys to come and see this spectacular display?"

"Ple-hee-hee-heeeease, no!"

He shook his head, unable to bear that sort of humiliation. But the dragoness only chuckled.

"Ah, but it would be pointless. You won't be cumming anytime soon. Not with the rings on. But it might be useful to push you over the edge...metaphorically, anyway."

Her fingers pulled back, but no sooner had the tickling stopped than something else began. Greg felt it like a tingle building in his soles, and he shook his head, trying to avoid thinking about whatever it might be.

It felt like...like a different sort of tickling, at first, but then it got more and more irritating. He squirmed, curling his hands into fists, even as his feet felt like they were being taunted and stroked and almost licked. But none of the good things of those feelings, but more of the irritating ones. The only thing he could think of that was similar to this was the time that he'd...stepped in...

Itching magic?! He blushed as he tried desperately to turn one foot to scratch the other, but she flicked her fingers to stop him. Magical fire wrapped around his toes and pulled his feet in the opposite directions, leaving him biting his lip again as the itch increased. It was like the feeling of a desperate irritation that demanded attention, the feeling of something getting worse and worse by the second. Like a sunburn that was slowly recovering, the more he tried not to think about it, the worse the itch got.

And somehow, that only seemed to make his cock harder, make it feel like the rings were squeezing it all the more. It was like his cock had grown, somehow, getting thicker inside of the rings, and he could feel himself oozing pre down along his shaft. The husky kicked out, trying to grind his feet against something, anything that would bring relief.

But no, that interminable itch continued to grow, leaving him whimpering and crying out.

"Please, no! This is going to drive me crazy! Just...take it away! Make it stop! Make it stop!"

None of his begging worked on her. Every plea, every beg for mercy just made her smile get all the bigger. She leaned back on her throne, watching his cock, watching his feet as he screamed, and her hand never stopped moving up and down her cock.

And the itching was driving him mad. It was like a combination of mosquito bites and itching powder, with a bit of wriggling tickles to drive the feeling home. He groaned, the torture on his sensitive feet somehow seeming to get more intense and more...pleasurable, somehow, despite the pain. His cock was standing up as tall as he ever remembered seeing it, and it begged for attention, attention that he couldn't grab it.

"Are you going to cum, little husky? Are you so perverted already that you can cum from having your feet not just played with, but tortured?"

The dragoness made him blush with that, but he didn't answer. He couldn't. Laughing screams filled the air, and it was all that he had energy to let loose.

He felt her press the head of her cock against his foot, and suddenly he felt a bit of the itch die off. Not much, only where she smeared her pre, but it was enough. He pushed his foot back, trying to get more, but she pulled away before he could.

"Please! Please, I'll do anything! Just rub that all over my feet, please, I need it! I need it!"

"Hmm hmm. Oh, Toy, you have so much to learn."

She chuckled, whipping his other foot with her cock. His toes tried and failed to curl against that, but she stood up from her throne to whisper in his ear.

"Toy, Toy...you don't understand. You are here for my pleasure. And my pleasure, right now, demands that you squirm...and that you cum from this alone."

Her laughter left him paralyzed as she sat down again, once more stroking herself to his torment. The husky shook his head, trying and failing to say anything else. All he could feel was that constant itching, that never-ending torment...and the feeling of his cock throbbing and oozing and leaving him with pre dripping off of his balls.

Well...if she wants it...

He knew that it was hard, but he needed relief. He would make himself cum, somehow...

He focused on all the sensation around his feet, blushing as he felt his cock suddenly twitch against the rings. After trying to ignore it for so long, 'embracing' the pleasurable torture made it all the more intense. The itch, the maddening itch burned across his feet from heel to toes, and he took it all in, his cock bouncing once, twice...

And on the third, he 'came,' screaming.

It wasn't a real orgasm. Real orgasms didn't give such a feeling of denial as this. His cock throbbed, twitching, and he had definitely gone over an edge to something, but it wasn't nearly as fun as he'd hoped it would be. The husky sunk down in his chains as his cock throbbed and bounced and twitched around in the rings, trying desperately to shoot something. But nothing came out. The only bit that slipped free was more of the steady stream of pre.

Slowly, as it faded, the dragoness clapped her hands. Somehow, Greg didn't feel that congratulated.

"Well done, little Toy. You fulfilled your first little task. And look at your cock, is it not a sufficient reward?"

He looked down, hardly able to do anything else. His shaft had not yet gone down - and with the rings, he wasn't sure it would - but he could see that it was...different. Bigger, he thought, though that seemed...

He let that thought die. Impossible was not a word that he felt could be used anymore.

If it wasn't impossible, his cock was definitely bigger, by at least an inch. That new inch was rapidly ringed by the dragoness, adding yet another band to his cock. Immediately, it seemed to tighten, and he grunted as the head of his cock felt all the more constrained.

"There we are. One inch added, and another eight to go. Let's see how long it takes you to earn them."

"Right now?!"

"Oh, believe me, Toy, I am tempted...but no. I think that you have earned a break. And besides, we have many more things to outfit you with. The cock ring and ball spreader are only the first, and after seeing how your feet responded to this, I have a few ideas for them, as well."

This isn't good. This is really, really not good.

She snapped her fingers, and he suddenly landed on his ass, released from his chains. Despite his freedom, the husky didn't dare try and make any moves towards escape. With the dragoness' power, he doubted that he would get far, and he had every idea that she would torture him for his impertinence. Better to wait.

He just hoped, as he followed her out of the room, that he wouldn't 'just wait' too long.

The long journey through the tunnels finally made it clear to him that they were legitimately in a mountain. How the dragoness had made it her own, besides magic, he didn't know. She didn't bother telling him. All she did was taunt him as he walked along behind her, occasionally lifting up a foot too high to tickle his balls with her toes, and making sure that he was watching her ass the whole time that they moved along.

By the time that they finally stepped into a side tunnel, he was utterly blue-balled, and his cock ached from how hard it was inside of the rings. She gestured for him to sit, and he let himself sink down into the chair without a thought.

Immediately, his arms were strapped down with magic, and his legs were lifted up, chained to the ceiling and floor by purple lines of light and fire. Greg groaned under his breath; he should have seen that coming. The dragoness was bent over a series of tables, and he had a perfect view of her rounded ass, dripping pussy, and heavy balls. Pushing aside his cock aches as best he could, he cleared his throat.

"Um...Mistress?"

"Oh good, you said it without me having to tell you."

She turned, a collection of...things...in hand, mostly accessories from the look of it. She laid them down by the chair.

"For that, I'll let you choose which I start with."

"I, um, had a question for you."

"A question, Toy? Don't you know better than that?"

"It's just...you didn't tell me your name. I swear, I'll keep using Mistress, I swear, I just...want to know who I serve."

Whether it was the flattery or a bit of mercy on her part, the dragoness chuckled at him. She slowly stood up, and then gestured towards a wall. A blast of magic spread across it, forming a map of a mountainous area, centered around what he assumed was the mountain that they were in. A long valley extended out past the range, leading to a number of different towns inside of it.

The top of the map read Suresh, and the dragoness pointed to it.

"I am the Sorceress of Suresh, its ruler and its director. Drakina the dragoness."

"I...I see, Mistress."

She patted his head a few times, and then turned back to the accessories with a chuckle.

"And now that you asked a question, I am the one that gets to choose where we start again. Don't you see why you don't ask questions, toy?"

Considering that the name and the location meant nothing to him, he supposed that he did. He braced himself as she picked up a small hoop from the collection of metal things. He thought that it might be an earring, and braced himself for her to do something to his ear...

Then screamed as she suddenly pricked his right nipple. If it weren't for the restraints, he would have jerked back and likely injured himself. As it was, he could feel some warmth running down his chest as a result of her sudden 'attack' to his nipple.

The husky stared as she pulled on it, dragging it out until the hole was easy to see. The golden hoop slipped through, leaving him feeling so cold as it dragged through him, and then sealed with a touch of her magic. The experience repeated itself - more than a little painfully - on his other nipple, and he shivered as the other ring slipped through.

Panting for breath, he stared down at his marked chest. Both of them immediately started letting out a strange tingle, something that seemed to heal his wounds - which he was thankful for - but at the same time...

He groaned as he felt like his nipples were getting more sensitive, and it was confirmed as the dragoness flicked one of the piercings. Greg gasped, his cock jumping up at the sudden new sensation, and he blushed worse as it came back down. The weight of the hoop slapping back down against his chest was, again, more potent than he felt it should have been, and he looked down at his chest again.

This time, he saw something else. He'd never been particularly muscular, but he'd been in shape enough to keep his body flat and lithe. Now, though, there were pockets of fat around his nipple, pushing his chest forward. It was like...like...looking at a girl that was starting to bud around there, starting to grow into her womanly body.

"Oh no..."

"I see you understand, Toy."

She smiled, and hooked her fingers into the hoops. The sudden tug on them left him arching his back, hissing and gasping at the sudden tension, the mix of pain and pleasure that came with the strange action.

"Get used to that feeling, Toy. You are going to have it for a long time, and it is only going to get better for you."

Greg collapsed as she let go of him, barely noticing as she started rooting around for other things. He could only stare at his puffier nipples, his more enlarged chest. It wasn't...huge, yet, and he could imagine that it could be hidden if he worked at it, but...but what if it grew like his cock was going to? What would happen?

And more importantly, how big would it get?

He had no idea, nor did he know what the dragoness would do to him when it happened.

Several other piercings came in, including one in his belly-button, one just behind his balls - pinching and tugging at his already stretched sac - and one that nearly went into his cock. The dragoness only relented because, as she said, he wasn't big enough yet.

He worried what would happen when he was.

With the platter almost cleared, Greg felt that he was almost in the clear. She'd put a number of things on him, but it wasn't unmanageable. All he had to do was keep some control of himself...right? That was all.

He comforted himself with that as she lifted up two rings. He started to offer his hands, and then stopped as she chuckled.

"What, Mistress?"

"These are not for your hands."

He watched as she instead picked up his feet with her magic, and then slowly slid the rings down over his big toes. They flashed as they went down, and he swore that they were being sealed on, locked to his feet, just as the piercings had been sunk into his body. As they reached the bottom of his toes, he saw that they had tightened, squeezing down on his toes.

Another familiar tingle washed over his feet, and as the dragoness dragged a finger down along his sole, he shivered at the sudden extreme sensation.

They're more sensitive too?! Why? Why?!

He couldn't even bite his lip this time as she forced more of the pleasant, stroking sensation on him, his cock already throbbing and begging to be released once more. Drakina smiled, shaking her head.

"Look at you. I thought your mind might take longer than your body, but it looks like it will be the other way around."

She shook her head, and he felt some small sense of relief as she lowered his foot back down...which immediately faded as she picked up a few long, slender bamboo rods.

"But I know that I'll enjoy the process."

His face went pale as she lined up the rods with his feet. If tickling and itching had been bad enough, this was going to be hell. Greg braced himself, his cock already twitching as he knew it would do no good.

How am I going to get out of this?

The End