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Hilaf stiffened as the human doctor pressed his hands against the dark green scales of his chest, behind his left foreleg, but was relieved to feel no pain as the doctor applied pressure. "That didn't hurt?" the man asked, to be sure. He flicked his tail, relieved. "Not at all." "Good. Now take a deep breath for me..." He took his stethoscope and held it up to the dragon's ribs and listened as Hilaf took one long, slow breath, then a second and third, and after another moment said, "your ribs have fully healed! I suggest you still be careful with them for another few weeks, so no hunting for a little while longer, but they seem sound enough to me for you to fly--just no harsh impacts." "Oh, he didn't mind one bit, making me do all the hard flying while he was injured," the silver dragoness on his other side chuckled: his mate, Vaserra. "Well you're the one who got me hurt in the first place, so it's only right for you to have to do the extra work to make up for it," he growled, but they nuzzled each other after a moment as the doctor turned to pack up his things. "Right, that's all I have," the doctor shouldered his bag and turned to leave the shallow cave. "You know where to find me if you need my services again." Hilaf turned and sniffed the man's shoulders. "Thank you for your help." "Not a problem," he smiled, and gave a short bow, then walked out of the cave and away down the slope of the mountain. A little while later the revving of an engine could be heard, and soon after that the sounds of his Jeep driving along the trail faded into the distance, leaving the two dragons alone. "So you're definitely well again?" Vaserra sniffed at her mate's ribs, then prodded them with a paw, but he didn't flinch. "It would seem so." He hissed when she prodded him again, harder this time, and pushed her away, adding, "but that doesn't mean you should go trying to break them again!" "It was just a little test," she lowered her head. "Had to see for myself if my mate had fully healed." He snorted. "I have." "Well, then," she purred, and stepped closer to nuzzle him again. "I remember what we were doing when I hurt you... And now that you're healthy, I want to try it again." She tickled at his belly with her tail for emphasis. "Maybe if it had only happened once, but Vaserra, have you really not noticed what happens every time we mate? My ribs, my hind leg, huge holes in my wings twice, gashes in my scales that wouldn't stop bleeding unless we went to the doctor... I never thought I'd actually have to say this, but my mate, you're being too rough." She whined softly. "You know I would never do it on purpose... I love you far too much. I... I just lose myself when I feel you inside me," she purred again, tail coming up. "And can you really blame me for that?" He growled. "I may not blame you for it, but it still makes me hesitant. I know we want to have eggs, but is it really worth trying when every effort leaves me injured, sometimes for months at a time?" "Of course it is worth trying!" she snarled. "What could possibly be more important?" "That's not what I meant," he rubbed the end of his snout down her neck, trying to soothe her. "I'm just as eager as you to keep trying for eggs, but... We must be smarter about our efforts." "I can try to control myself..." "The last time you tried that, you broke my ribs, and when I tried to pin you down you broke my hind leg. I'm sorry, but we've run out of options... The only possibility I can think of at this point is to have you restrained." "What? No!" She growled and backed away from him, tail lashing. "There's no need for something that drastic; I can control myself. Just let me try again, and I'll show you..." She spun around and raised her tail, presenting herself to him. "Mount me." "Vaserra..." He walked around to face her again, ignoring his own growing arousal at the sight of her exposed in such a way. "I just can't take that risk again. I'm finally healthy enough to fly, for the first time in months, and after hating not being able to for so long I want to be sure to stay healthy for a while this time." "I--" "Look at it this way: if we try to mate and you injure me again, then it could be a month or more, depending on the injury, before we'll be able to make another attempt. But if we take steps to be sure that you can't accidentally hurt me--that is, if we get our paws on the equipment necessary to bind you and keep you from lashing out while we mate--then we'll be able to mate as often as we want. And wouldn't that be better?" "But what if I don't like being bound like that?" she growled. "I understand your concern, my mate, but I don't think I would like the feeling of being so helpless, even if the dragon I love so much was the one who'd tied me up. What if nervousness at being made helpless and unable to stop anything that might happen until you choose to let me out prevents me from enjoying our mating?" Hilaf snorted. "If you lose yourself so completely when I mount you that you don't even realize you're hurting me, as you said, then I doubt you would find it hard to enjoy mating with me while restrained. I let you try to control yourself, and it did not end well; now it's time for us to try my way. And who knows? You might even find it more exciting than how we usually mate." She growled again, but nuzzled him after a moment, leaning against him. "You're right... And if I'm the one hurting you then I should be the one willing to make sacrifices to ensure your comfort, anyway. But how would you bind me? There's nothing around here capable of holding a dragon like that..." "We'll go to the Reservation managers and see if they can help us acquire something that can. From what I understand bondage is popular among those dragons who choose to live with humans; it shouldn't be too much trouble for us to get some of the same equipment they use. Come on, it's still early, so let's go ask and maybe we'll be able to get some as soon as later today." The two dragons flew from their cave, turning west and weaving through the valleys of Traditional-Dragon Reservation land until they reached a cluster of buildings at the base of one of the taller mountains. They landed on a large open patio in front of the largest building, then walked through the automatic doors and into the main lobby. A human sitting at a desk looked up. "Hello there... Hilaf, you haven't gotten yourself hurt again, have you? The doctor isn't even back from your cave yet." "No, I'm fine," he said, unable to keep himself from growling a little. "We're actually here about finding a way to keep me from getting injured again, and for that I think we need some man-made things. Who do we talk to in order to get them?" "Sounds like a question for Director Simmons... Let me see if he's available; one moment please." The human went back to her computer and typed a few things, waited, typed some more, then nodded and stood up. "He can see you now, if you want. Should I show you to his office?" "Please." She led the mated pair down a hallway to an office near the back of the building, and after waiting at the door for a minute or so it opened, and another human let them inside; the first human left them alone once they were with the second. The new human, an older man, closed the door behind them and then went to sit behind his desk, while the dragons sat on their haunches in the open space on its other side. "So, Hilaf, Vaserra... What can I do for you?" Hilaf glanced at his mate, then said, "Well... You know how I keep getting hurt, and having to be healed by your doctors?" "Just what you've been doing to yourself has been a topic of much debate," he smiled. "Why, what about it?" "I'm tired of being injured so much, and I want it to stop, but for that I need some man-made equipment. See, all these wounds... Vaserra gave them to me by accident while we were mating, so we need equipment to restrain her so we can mate without having to worry about me being hurt again." Simmons gave her an odd look. "...I see." He paused another moment to regain his composure, then continued, "are you sure it's necessary? Are you really unable to... keep things under control?" "We've tried, and it's not working." "If there was another way I'd be glad to attempt it," Vaserra said, "but it's the only way we can come up with... Nothing else we've tried has worked." "What about not mating?" She snarled. "How are we supposed to have eggs without mating?" "I didn't mean that; I just wanted to be sure your activities were for that purpose, and not simply for the fun of it. So you two are looking to get some bondage gear?" Hilaf bobbed his head. "Yes." "All right... Well, this one-time expense will be better for our budget than continued medical bills for you, so I don't see a reason to say no. I'll have Jen find a nearby shop and set up a time for you to fly over there so they'll be ready for you, most likely sometime tomorrow. You know the rules for leaving the Reservation?" Both dragons nodded. "Good. You two can head back to your cave, and I'll send someone out to tell you how to find your way to whatever shop we arrange for you to go to. Don't worry about payment; we'll call ahead with our account information, so it'll all be covered." Hilaf stood and reached across the desk to sniff at the man's chest. "Thank you." "You're welcome. Is that all you two need?" "I think so." "All right. Good seeing you two; have a nice day, and good luck getting your problem sorted out." He opened the door and showed them back into the hallway, and the two dragons went back outside to return to their cave. "Seems like we're actually going to be able to get this stuff," he brushed his tail down her side. "Excited?" She growled softly. "We'll see." * * *
"I hate leaving the Reservation," Vaserra grumbled, working her paws through the legs of her pants. "Having to wear these stupid clothes, seeing humans everywhere, smelling humans everywhere, and the air is always so dirty... Why couldn't they just bring the stuff to us?" He chuckled and nuzzled the base of her neck; he was already dressed. "Well, we aren't sure what I'm going to be using to tie you up, or what size the equipment will have to be to fit you. Plus we have to learn how to use it properly... This way we'll be able to pick out things we think we'll like, and be sure it'll work in the way we want it to." "I suppose you're right, again," she sighed, and tugged the zipper closed along her back. "You remember the route?" He tilted his head. "Yes. Come on, now, let's go." The flight to the specialty shop the humans had located for them took about half an hour of flying, plus a little circling when they missed their last landmark and had to backtrack a little ways to get the right heading again. But they found the store without too much trouble, and after landing in the parking lot Hilaf nosed open the door and they walked inside. There was a dragon waiting for them, a smallish black-scaled male who perked up as they walked inside. "Welcome! You two must be the wild pair." Vaserra snarled. "If we're wild, does that make you tame?" "I didn't mean it as an insult, dragoness," he lowered his head. "Anyway, we've been expecting you two. Some bondage gear for her, by my understanding? Did you have anything particular in mind?" Hilaf paused a moment. "We aren't really familiar with this sort of thing... It's just become necessary, I suppose. My mate tends to get more than a little rough when we mate, and after being badly hurt enough times to get tired of it, we decided that restraining her would be the best option." "So you are wild," the black dragon chuckled and inclined his head towards her; she snorted and looked away. "Sounds to me like you're going to need gear that restricts her movement as much as possible, then. That sound right to you?" "I think so." "All right. I think I have an idea of what would work best, but if you see anything that catches your eye just let me know, and I'll tell you about it." He led them down one of the aisles: cuffs in both metal and leather, ropes, chains, belts and the like all lined the shelves. Near the far end he stopped and picked out at a set of thick leather cuffs on either end of a stout metal bar, with another strap hanging loose at its center. "I'm thinking two of these on the hind legs, one at the knees and another at the ankles. The bar is quite rigid, and the cuffs are secure but also padded enough to be comfortable if fought against for a while or worn for extended periods. The strap in the middle is for securing the tail, so she can't be lashing it about. That look like what you have in mind?" Hilaf glanced at Vaserra, who growled a little but tilted her head. "Whatever you think is right, my mate." He nuzzled behind her jaw, then turned back to the salesdragon. "It'll work." "Right." He hung two of the item he'd shown them on a different hook at the end of the aisle, then went down another row; this one showcased more elaborate devices, from latex hoods to leather mitts to rolls of some kind of transparent material that looked large enough to wrap a dragon in it from snout to tailtip. This time he chose a large, thick-cloth arrangement, and holding it up he said, "this is one of the most secure dragon straitjackets you can find. It'll hold both the wings and the forelegs tight against the body, the paw area is steel-lined so she won't be able to use her claws to cut out of it, and there are even a couple D-rings on the front and back so you can attach other things to it... though that probably doesn't matter as much to you two. Here's a picture of what it looks like on a dragon," he turned it around so they could see the picture of a dragoness modeling the device on the other side of the packaging; she seemed quite helpless. "Does that look good?" Vaserra cocked her head to one side. "I'm not sure I understand how it works..." "It's a little complicated, but your mate said immobilizing, and that's what this does best. What do you think, is this along the lines of what you had in mind?" he glanced towards Hilaf. He sniffed at the straitjacket, then said, "I think so, yes." "Good, good." The dragon hung that at the end of the aisle, as well. "Oh! Should have shown you this earlier, it's back in the first aisle..." He took them back to the first aisle he'd led them down and selected a black-leather bridle with a metal bit and a set of reins. "You'll probably want one of these, too, to stave off any biting or fire that might crop up when she has no other way to move around." "Looks good," he tilted his head, and was glad for once in his life that leaving the Reservation required clothing: the thick cloth stretched across his belly hid his growing arousal. To think of what he and his mate would finally be able to do properly once he got all this equipment on her... "All right... I think that's about it. Hey John!" he turned his head towards the back of the store, and a human appeared from one of the doors behind the counter. "I need measurements on a dragoness for the items on the hooks in aisles one and four--the straitjacket, and two of those spreaders with the tail strap, one for the knees and the other for the ankles. Oh, and this model of bridle," he tossed the metal-and-leather device to the end of the aisle. "Her proportions look normal enough for everything to fit, but it never hurts to make sure." John walked over and picked up the gear. "Right, right. What's your name?" "Vaserra," she smelled the man's shoulder. "Well, nice to meet you, Vaserra, I'm John... Come to the back room with me, and I'll measure you for this stuff." Hilaf watched the two of them walk through the door John had entered through, then turned back to the salesdragon. "That's all?" He shuffled his wings. "It'll do; that set of gear will hold her very securely, and it should last quite a while, too. There are other things we could consider, just for the sake of variety, but you probably don't need that." "Hmm..." He dug his claws into the carpet for a moment. "What 'other things' did you have in mind?" "Not a lot more, really, and nothing elaborate, just a few accessories that could make things more interesting, if you want... A blindfold, maybe a flogger, or a dildo or vibrator--well, I suppose that wouldn't be convenient for a dragon like you, without a wall outlet in your cave or access to batteries." "I could probably get batteries from the Reservation lodge if I had to. No to the blindfold and flogger, she wouldn't like those, but the other two..." He stopped and thought for a moment. Vaserra had been more than a little hesitant about bondage, so if he could find a way to... teach her to control herself while she was bound... She might not be happy with him for doing it, but if it helped her find a way to keep from lashing out while mating, then she'd forgive him when she didn't have to be tied up to mate with him anymore. "The other two sound interesting." "Right this way." The salesdragon led him down yet another aisle. This one was stocked with dildos in every variety imaginable: thick, thin, straight, curved, smooth, ribbed, bumpy, in so many different colors... "Here, a dildo with a fairly strong internal vibrator; dragonesses really seem to enjoy this one. There are three vibration settings, and it has a battery life of eight hours or so even on the highest setting. It takes two nine-volts, which... Well, if you need to replace them, just tell whoever you'd get them from that you need nine-volts and they'll know what that means. Let me find the floor model and I'll show you how it works." The dragon located a dildo like the one he'd just shown Hilaf that was already out of its package: it was colored black and seemed to be designed to be as similar in shape to a typical dragon's erect penis as possible, though it had a sizable flare at the back end and a short rod extending from that flare. "Here's the switch," he put his paw near the end of the rod, and flicked it to its first setting; the toy started to vibrate, emitting a low buzz. "I know some traditionals can have trouble manipulating small objects, so here, make sure you can work the switch yourself." Hilaf took the dildo in one paw--it was rubbery but firmer than he thought it would be--and reared back a little ways onto his hind legs so he could nudge the switch with a claw on his other paw; he first flicked it up to a higher setting, then turned it off. "I think we'll take this as well. But what was that about batteries?" "Okay, see that closed flap at the back end? Stick the tip of a claw into the hole in the center... yes, like that, now turn the tip of your claw to the left, now pull." The core of the rod came out about halfway, exposing two shiny rectangular objects. "Pry one of those out for me without damaging it with your claws, then jam it back in, so the piece with the wider flare is against... yes, like that. Very good! You should be able to change the batteries on your own, provided you can find some. I'll add this to your other selections... Oh, maintenance; these things have to be taken care of. It's not much; you just have to clean it after use, maybe lubricate it before use depending on how your mate's body behaves, make sure the rubber doesn't start to break down, that sort of thing. Not that it should, but you never know..." The salesdragon collected a couple things related to cleaning and maintaining the toy, explained how and when to use them, then put them on the counter with the other things they'd chosen before sticking his head into the back room. "You about done with those measurements? ...good; let's show them how to use the restraints, then we'll be finished. I'm sorry, what's your name? I forgot to get it before." "Hilaf." "And I'm Resh." They sniffed at each other's chests. "Anyway, you mind bringing those restraints into the back room? I'd like to make sure you know how to get them on her, and let her see if they're comfortable for her. A demonstration never hurts--well, not unless it goes horribly, horribly wrong, but you know what I mean." Hilaf scooped up the pile of gear from the counter--though he left the dildo and the supplies that went with it--and carried it on two legs into the back room; Vaserra was waiting for him there, sitting on her haunches with her tail twitching nervously back and forth. "Are you sure we have to do this?" she asked him in their native dialect of dragonspeak--one neither of the store representatives would understand. "It'll be fine," he nuzzled at her neck. "Besides, this is just to make sure we know how the equipment works; I won't be mounting you here, or in front of these two. If you don't like anything just let me know, and we'll try something else instead." She returned his nuzzle. "All right." Hilaf turned back to the dragon who'd helped them pick out the gear. "Let's get started." "The straitjacket first, since it's the most complicated." He removed it from its packaging, looked it over, then passed it to Hilaf. "You'll need to lie on your back for this first step, wild one," he flicked his tail; she growled back at him, but obeyed, tucking her wings tight against her back. "Good. Now hold your forelegs out straight so they can slip into the sleeves. Hilaf, slide it down her forelegs until the ends of the sleeves get to her shoulders--and yes, the sleeves are supposed to be too long." "It looks a little loose." "That's because it's meant to close over her wings; it keeps them secure, as well. It's fine. Roll onto your belly, Vaserra... are your paws in the metal-lined area?" She flexed her claws for a moment. "Yes." "Good. Zip it up her back, over top of her wings, but make sure they're folded properly first... Yes, like that. Always make sure her wings are comfortable before you zip it shut. Buckle that strap at the bottom there and make sure it's tight. Now roll onto your back again... See that strap laced into the chest that's also attached to the elbows of the sleeves? Yes, that one. Pull it down around her right side until it's tight... Vaserra, relax your forelegs so he can move them properly. Okay, now buckle it as tight as you can... good. Do the same thing with the strap at the wrists to pin her paws to the base of her neck. See? Okay, now buckle that, too. Roll onto your belly, Vaserra; we're almost done now." She growled at him again. "Try being patient when you're the one getting tied up." He ignored her. "See the straps at the end of the sleeves? Buckle them to those loose ends at the center of her back, as tight as they'll go. There! That's all for the straitjacket. You comfortable?" Vaserra squirmed, grunting with effort as she pressed her forelegs in all directions, but they were trapped within the confining sleeves of the straitjacket and she could barely move them even the width of a paw. Still, though, it didn't hurt her to be trapped like this, and even if she was helpless it was her mate, the dragon she trusted with her life, who had bound her... "It seems to work." "Are you sure?" Hilaf asked her in dragonspeak, brushing his nose against hers. "Yes." "What's next?" he looked over at Resh. "The spreaders for her hind legs; these are much simpler. Here," he passed the first bar to Hilaf. "Just buckle the cuffs shut around her ankles, on the side of the joint closer to the hip... Yes, perfect, but make sure they're tight because there's some give in these due to the softer leather in the cuffs. See, much more secure that way... No, here, bind her at the knees with the second one before you do her tail, and do the tail-strap closer to the base of her tail first. Yes, like that, and see how the straps are close enough to make sure she can't work her tail free? Plus she can't shield herself with her tail anymore, either." "Are you comfortable, my mate?" She seemed flexible enough to be able to spread her hind legs that far apart, but who could tell for sure, especially with her legs forcibly spread apart. Again he was glad for the clothing that hid his belly, because he knew exactly what was on the other side of his mate's own clothes, that lovely vent of hers, and he had no trouble imagining how it would look with her belly so exposed... She lashed the part of her tail that was free to move, hind claws clenching as she tried to close her legs, working them up and down, but again she couldn't get her restraints to budge. "I'm fine." Hilaf switched to their dialect again, tail flicking. "And are you anywhere near as heated up by this as I am?" She shivered a little. "I'll wait until I'm back in our cave with you standing over me to know that for sure." "One last thing to do," Resh cut in, holding the bridle out in one paw. "Should be pretty much self-explanatory; just slide the bit to the back of her mouth, then strap it shut." He took the bridle from the salesdragon, waited for Vaserra to open her mouth, then slipped in the bit, let her bite down, and buckled the straps tight around her snout. There were reins attached, but he left them alone for now, letting them fall across her neck so she could get used to the feeling of the metal gag in her mouth without something tugging against it. "Is that good?" She grunted once, tilting her head a little. "Now you've got yourself one perfectly helpless dragoness, and if you two were back in your cave you'd be all ready to go," Resh laughed. "Of course you could do whatever you wanted with those reins: hold them in your paw, knot them around that D-ring on the chest of the straitjacket, secure them to something behind her so she has to hold her neck out straight... you get the idea. Just let her out, so we can be sure you know how to do that, then we'll pack this gear up for you and you can head back to your cave." Hilaf took off the bridle first, and spoke to her in dragonspeak as he untied her. "So do you think that will work?" "If you like it or think we have to, I'll do it for you. I don't like being tied up, or at least I don't think so... It makes me feel weak. But I will submit to you, my mate, if you want me to. You've made sacrifices for me while we've tried for eggs, and now it's my turn." He purred. "Thank you. Are you sure it was comfortable enough?" She squirmed, forelegs still snared in the straitjacket but hind legs free to close again as he released them. "More than I expected, actually. Not sure how I'll feel when you've mounted me and I want to struggle, but for now..." "You'd better still be helpless when you lose control of yourself," he laughed, and after releasing the last few buckles he helped her work her way free from the straitjacket. Resh and John packed up their new bondage equipment in a thick canvas bag, with long straps that would allow one dragon to carry it or for the two of them to carry it between them as they flew. "Thank you for your business," Resh lowered his head. "We've already heard from the Director of your Reservation, so payment's all taken care of. Have a nice day!" The two dragons flew back to their cave as quickly as they could; it was time to do something they hadn't done with each other in far too long. * * *
It was hard to land on the ledge outside their cave with the bag suspended between them, but they managed without having to land too roughly. Not that it mattered, Vaserra thought; the equipment was meant to hold dragons, after all, and that meant it was most likely very durable. Hilaf took both straps in his paws and carried the bag into their cave on his own, and she followed at his side, eyes locked on their new gear. He seemed to notice what was drawing her attention. "Did the flight tire you at all, or do you want to just get right to it?" She flexed her wings: her flight muscles were a little tired, but her breathing was regular, and she didn't need her wings to mate anyway. Besides, the mere thought of finally being able to do something they hadn't been able to do for months--and hadn't done properly in a considerably longer time--was more than enough to put her in the right frame of mind, even if she'd have to do something she didn't think she'd like in order for it to happen. "I'm ready," she growled. He purred and nuzzled her cheek, putting down the bag and reaching inside. "Just what I was hoping you'd say." Vaserra returned his nuzzle, then took off the clothes she hated and laid down on her back while he sorted through the bondage gear. It didn't take long, and he paused only to remove his own garment before holding out the open straitjacket for her to slide her forelegs into; she hesitated for just a moment, then held her paws up for him so he could restrain her. It didn't take nearly as long for him to bind her this time, or at least it seemed that way; maybe it was that they were alone, or that they'd done it once before, or that the steps weren't being explained to them, but it seemed that just a few moments later he'd immobilized her front legs and her wings in the straitjacket. "Are you comfortable?" he asked as he took out the two spreader bars. She tilted her head, still growling softly. "Good." He gripped her hind paws and pulled them away from her belly, then bound them apart and strapped in her tail, exposing her. "And are you starting to heat up?" he murmured, nuzzling at her belly just a claw's width from her vent. Looking up at the dragon she loved, knowing how it would feel in just a few moments when he mounted her, knowing that she was fully exposed to him and that nothing would stop them from mating now... She was surprised he couldn't know the answer to that question just by sniffing the air. Unless he wanted to hear her say it... "Yes." "So am I," he bared his teeth, and reared back so she could get a good view of his full arousal. She couldn't suppress a shiver at the sight of it, imagining again how it would feel inside her, and thrust awkwardly in his direction, unable to flex properly with her hind legs spread so far apart. "Just one last thing to do..." Hilaf reached into the bag one more time and drew out her bridle, then took her head gently in his paws and slid the bit to the back of her mouth. He slowly buckled the straps, taking care to pull them tight but not uncomfortably so, and once that was done he held up the reins so she could see them before pulling them towards her chest and knotting them around a ring of metal at the front of the straitjacket, forcing her to hold her head up and look in his direction. "There, my mate... Feel free to lash out all you want; the gear won't let you hurt me this time." He paced a slow circle around her, taking in her form, then positioned himself over her and pressed his forepaws down on her shoulders, growling. "It's been far too long since we last mated for me to waste any time teasing you... Ready to start?" She growled back at him and thrust up off the ground again, trying to reach his belly with her own but unable to. Did he really have to ask? "Good." He paused just a moment longer, looked back to make sure they were lined up properly, then let his weight fall on top of her, groaning with pleasure as he slid easily into her. She shook beneath him, moaning past the bit in her mouth at the sensation and pressing reflexively up against him to drive him still further into her. After holding the position for a moment he drew back and slowly began to thrust, and she squirmed, taking a sharp breath through her nostrils as his stiff cock rubbed so wonderfully against her insides. Vaserra spread, then curled her hind claws as he picked up speed, squirms getting more powerful until she began to thrash back and forth within the confines of her restraints, all four legs pressing in and out but unable to break loose from the bonds that held them. As the feelings within her grew stronger and stronger she moaned and tried to curl herself inward, to change the angle of his thrusting, and though his weight pinned her firmly against the ground she couldn't help but keep trying, shuddering beneath him as she felt herself grow close to her first orgasm in far, far too long. She thrust out hard with all four paws--though the gear held her easily--and roared, shaking and clawing at the metal around her front paws, then went limp against the ground as the ecstasy of orgasm gripped her, gasping with her eyes shut tight with pleasure as he continued to thrust into her, sustaining her peak as long as possible before it finally passed and left her breathing hard through her nostrils to get her wind back. She looked up at him and purred to see him bare his teeth again, then lower his head and grunt as he reached his own climax, thrusting short and sharp as he filled her with his seed. He kept going a few more moments, panting, then went still and laid against her chest for a little while before standing and withdrawing from her. "Oh, that was wonderful..." He paused to look himself over for a moment. "And I'm not injured!" he laughed, and laid down against her side. "Just what we were hoping for." She tugged at her reins for a moment, trying to turn her head far enough to nuzzle him, and though he was beyond her restricted reach he noticed and nuzzled her cheek after a moment. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?" "Mmm," she tilted her head. Cocking his head to one side, Hilaf paused and looked back towards her hindquarters. "But you would have enjoyed it more if you hadn't been bound." "Mmm," she said again, straining against the reins for emphasis. "Too bad you just can't control yourself..." He paused again, then said, "I was paying close attention to you while we mated, and I noticed that you struggled the most just before you reached climax. If you want to mate without being restrained, then all you have to do is prove to me that you can let me mount you and take you that far without lashing out within the gear." She growled softly. What was he saying? It sounded like he wanted to mate again, to give her a chance to prove herself, or to practice keeping herself under control, but there was no way he could be ready to mount her again so soon... "I don't want to have to put you in a position you won't enjoy in order to mate with you, my love, and you must be just as unhappy about it as I am. If there was anything you could do that would help you learn to control yourself, so we would never need to use these things again--well, unless we wanted to--would you do it? We both want eggs, but it will take us some time to conceive... Neither of us wants for you to be bound like this so often, so I want to help you learn to control yourself. Will you let me?" But just how was he planning to do that? Vaserra wondered. She knew from previous attempts that keeping herself still while mating was nearly impossible for even a few moments, and to think of the number of times they would have to mate before she finally managed to keep her body under control... It seemed to her that they would conceive long before she reached that point. "It will be worth it," he murmured, and nuzzled her. "You know how much your happiness means to me... Let me help you with this." He seemed so insistent and so eager to help her that she couldn't bring herself to deny him, despite her nervousness both at the helplessness of her position and at whatever unspecified method he'd chosen that would allow him to 'help' her. "Mm," she grunted, and tilted her head the little she could, reaching out to return his nuzzle. "I won't let you down," he flicked his tail, and returned to the bag of gear; she raised her head a little higher to keep him in her line of sight. "As I said, you seem to lose yourself the most just before orgasm, so I can't just keep up some light stimulation for a while until you manage to regain control of your body... I have to take you through the whole cycle as many times as it takes for you to figure it out, and that's something I can't really do over and over again--however long it takes you to learn--on my own." She froze, growling. What was that supposed to mean? Had he found some form of help to stimulate her, maybe another dragon, or group of dragons? She didn't want anyone but her mate to mount her, especially when she wouldn't be able to stop them! But he thrust his paw into the bag and pulled it out again to reveal something she'd never seen before, some sort of segmented rod... Half of it was just a cylinder, but the other half looked just like a fully aroused dragon's cock. She sighed with relief; she wouldn't mind him using some kind of sex-toy to keep up what he couldn't continue on his own. "The dragon at the shop showed me this," he said, bringing the toy over to her head so she could sniff at it and probe it with her snout: the smooth section was plastic, while the other end was a little softer, more rubbery but still quite firm. "He said dragonesses really enjoy using it... And it gave me an idea. I don't want you to be stuck like this any more than you do, so to let you spend as little time tied up as possible I decided I could use this to train you to keep yourself under control." He returned to her hindquarters, sitting down so his chest pinned the spreader bars that held her hind legs apart against the ground. "Just remember, my mate: all you have to do is show me that you can keep yourself under control from entry to orgasm. Do that, and I'll let you out." Then he raised the dildo and thrust it deep into her vent. She shivered and moaned; the toy felt almost the same inside her as he did, though it lacked the warmth and steady pulse his cock had. His eyes stayed on the toy in his paws for a little while, and he didn't move it, letting her grow accustomed to its presence inside her, and it took her only a moment to relax her limbs and lie still. But then he reached for the plastic cylinder and flicked something on it with a claw, and the entire toy began to vibrate. Vaserra howled through her bridle, thrashing in her bonds as the pulsations of the toy hit her; the stimulation was like nothing she'd ever felt before, so penetrating, so persistent, so powerful, and it took just a moment for it to spread through her whole body, the pleasure washing over her like a gust of wind and making her shake uncontrollably at the sensation. "Fight it, my mate! Control yourself!" Hilaf said, but his voice sounded as if it was coming to her from the other side of a mountain, and his words were forgotten almost as soon as she heard them. The vibrations only seemed to get stronger as the toy continued to buzz inside her, and she couldn't even consider trying to keep her thrashing under control, the feelings had so consumed her. After a little while she began to throw herself back and forth, hindquarters pinned by his weight on her restraints but chest free to curl and to slide back and forth across the ground as she struggled, groaning and breathing in short gusts as the pleasure continued to resonate through her, starting in her belly and racing all up and down her spine. Then finally she collapsed against the ground and howled again as she climaxed a second time, clamping down hard on the dildo within her until the ecstasy faded away, and she was finally able to raise her head again to see Hilaf turn off the vibrator and pull the toy out of her. "Resh was right," he dipped his head, then looked back up at her. "You failed to keep yourself under control, so you're going to have to try again." He pressed the toy into her again and reactivated the vibrator. She yelped as the stimulation returned; her just-concluded orgasm had only made her more sensitive, and once again the intensity of the vibrator was simply too much for her. She forgot all pretense of controlling herself, squirming back and forth, foreclaws scrabbling against the metal around them, thrashing about as the sensations continued to race through her until she howled, collapsed against the ground and peaked again, panting hard and fast through her nostrils and shivering all over at the incredible feeling. But this time her mate didn't pull the toy out of her, or turn off the vibrator for even a moment; Vaserra moaned and managed to look at him after a little while, eyes wide and pleading for him to give her time to rest as she struggled to fight against the sensations that only grew stronger each time she came. He just bared his teeth and snarled, "control yourself," then pressed the toy more firmly into her, amplifying the vibration still further against her sensitive insides and making her shudder with ecstasy, body twitching uncontrollably until she succumbed yet again to the pleasure, going limp in her bonds and bellowing past her bridle until her orgasm finally ceased. To her relief Hilaf switched off the vibrator, though he didn't pull the toy out of her this time. "Are you even trying?" he growled. "If you weren't tied up I'd have need for that doctor again, and likely another few broken bones. Do you want to control yourself at all?" She whined and pulled on the reins holding her head against her chest. "Thmm mmf," she moaned, wishing she hadn't let him make her so completely helpless; this was too much. The vibrator was too strong, she was too sensitive, the scent of arousal--both his and her own--that had filled the cave only heated her up more... She couldn't handle it, and to make matters worse the bridle he'd gagged her with wouldn't let her tell him that. "Sstmm!" "You know you can do this," he said softly, and reached forward to nuzzle her. "Remember, you aren't trying to not feel or enjoy the sensation, you're trying to control how you react to it. Don't try to fight it down, or ignore it, just try to relax and enjoy what's happening peacefully. You can do it, my mate." She whined again and kicked a little with a hind paw, but his weight on the spreader bars kept it from moving more than the slightest bit. "Here we go, and remember: stay relaxed." He flicked the switch again and the vibration returned, as strong as it had been just a moment ago, maybe stronger. She tried to follow his advice this time, she really did, but the sensation was just too powerful; after a minute or so she began to squirm again, forelegs snapping back and forth within their sleeves as they tried to work their way out and away from her body, hind claws flexing back and forth, the end of her tail lashing, her whole torso whipping from one side to the other... Another minute passed and she climaxed again, roaring through her gag in her ecstasy. But again he didn't give her a break to rest or calm down, and she began to struggle again as soon as she recovered, his words forgotten at the pleasure that raced through her. She cried out as she reached another orgasm, then a sixth, and a seventh and eighth in quick succession, but still she could not keep herself under control and still her mate refused to turn off the toy or pull it out of her. Weariness made her gasp for breath through locked teeth, and the vibrations had grown so intense now that each successive climax was nearly painful. But Hilaf refused to stop, despite her struggles and howls of protest, and after screaming through her tenth orgasm she finally reached her limit; the relentless stimulation was too much for her, and she had to find a way to get it to stop, now. She snarled and curled her chest up off the ground, reaching towards him with her snout and pressing inward as hard as she could with her hind paws, trying desperately to force him away, to knock the toy out of her vent so she could rest, if even for a moment... She managed to draw her head even with his, teeth bared behind the straps of the bridle, pressing out as hard as she could against the sleeves of the straitjacket with her paws and doing everything she could to unfold her forelegs, but the straps at her joints held firm, the metal around her claws was too strong and too thick, and no matter how much she glared at him there was nothing she could do to get him to stop tormenting her. The sleeves and the straps that held them were too tough, the bridle and reins made her jaws useless, and the bars that spread her hind paws apart wouldn't let her close them or move the lower half of her tail even the width of a claw, ensuring no matter how hard she struggled that she was fully and helplessly exposed to him. She tried to hold herself there, to plead with wide eyes and whimper at him long enough for him to realize she couldn't take this anymore, but the vibrations of the dildo persisted inside her and all too soon she began to thrash again at the stimulation that brought her so much pleasure. Hilaf shifted his weight, and for one wonderful moment she thought he might be about to pull the toy out of her, but he only raised one forepaw and pushed her down onto her back again, keeping her flailing neck and chest away from him. "Nnn!" she howled, trying to raise herself again, but her body betrayed her and she could only lie back and shudder as he forced yet another climax out of her. His mouth was moving but she couldn't hear his voice, and after another minute of uncontrollable squirming she gave in to the ecstasy once again. Too much... Too many... Too tired, too worn out to do anything but let her body do what it wanted to do when given such an abundance of pleasure. Still her mate pressed the vibrator into her, still she thrashed and struggled as the stimulation tortured her, and still her restraints kept her at bay as his torment continued, shudders racking her body as she reached another orgasm and was too exhausted to do anything but gasp for air while the sensation washed over her. But he didn't stop. His jaws hadn't stopped moving, she was dimly aware, not for a long time... They were forming a word. Just one word, over and over again, and it had to be important, if only she could figure out what it was... But she had to escape first! He wasn't going to stop on his own, and the only way it could end at this point was if she somehow managed to break free and force him away from her. Well, there was one other way, but at this point the vibrations seemed so powerful, she was so tired, and she had failed so many times that it seemed impossible: control herself? How? She couldn't fight it down, she couldn't hold herself still, so how-- Relax. That was what he was saying; she had to calm down if she ever wanted to get control of her body. She couldn't possibly fight against such powerful feelings and urges, and trying to would only make them seem stronger. She had to relax, to let the pleasure consume her without being so tense, so anxious, so worried... She could feel another peak welling up; this was her chance. She bellowed as the orgasm ripped through her, making her collapse and lie still, but when the ecstasy faded away she kept the feeling it gave her at the top of her mind, the way every muscle in her body outside her vent went limp while she enjoyed it... The sense of calm stayed there, held strong in her thoughts, and when the vibrating dildo deep inside her began to drive her up again she sighed, kept her breath steady, and just let the toy do what it was going to do. She moaned and closed her eyes tight as the sensation seemed to get even stronger, though the pain at its intensity diminished, and it was then she realized she was doing it. She wasn't thrashing, or squirming, or fighting in any way; she was completely relaxed! The thought of success only quickened her ascent to climax and when it arrived it seemed like the most incredible, most powerful feeling she'd ever experienced, her movements fully in her control as the ecstasy resonated out from the depths of her vent to the farthest reaches of her body. She didn't cry out this time, just panted for breath, and once her orgasm had passed she opened her eyes and began to purr. The vibrator turned off, and a moment later it came free from her vent. "My mate, you did it!" Hilaf put down the dildo and leapt on top of her, nuzzling her hard and purring back at her. "I'm so proud of you," he licked her snout right between her nostrils. "Mmm," she tilted her head, but started to squirm again after a moment--on purpose this time. She'd finally succeeded; could he let her out now? "There's just one more thing I have to do while I've got you here," he said after a moment, then stood up off of her and glanced back at his hindquarters before giving her an apologetic look. She followed his gaze to see his full arousal hanging between his hind legs, as large and stiff as if they hadn't mated before he'd helped her find her self-control. "I'm sorry, but I can't possibly let this wait... It heated me up far too much to see and smell you climax so many times. Think of it as a chance to prove that wasn't a fluke." She tilted her head and laid back; if what he could make her feel when she was that relaxed was anything close to what the vibrator had done to her, she'd let him keep her tied up for a week if he wanted to. Hilaf purred again. "I'll keep it short, I promise." He waited only long enough to line them up properly before plunging into her, immediately getting up to a good pace and nuzzling at her head and neck while he thrust. Now that she knew what it felt like to have such control of herself while mating it wasn't hard at all to find that same state of mind again, and she moved just enough to let him drive more deeply into her as he began to pick up speed. True to his word, she didn't have to wait long, though it felt so good that she wouldn't have minded; the feeling of his cock rubbing back and forth within her brought her to another wonderful orgasm just as he reached his own, drawing moans of pleasure from both of them as they ground against each other, his bursts of seed firing deep inside of her before the ecstasy faded away and he collapsed against her, both of them panting with eyes closed as they tried to recover. He stirred first, immediately moving to release her; the bridle came first, then the spreader bars, and finally the straitjacket. Vaserra groaned and stretched briefly, then curled up again and flicked her tail invitingly towards him. "You can pack those things away later, my love," she purred. "Curl up and rest with me." He tilted his head, put down the bridle and returned to her side, curling up around her so their heads laid next to each other. "You did it," he murmured, twining his tail with hers. "I'm proud of you." "Thank you for helping me learn how... I never could have figured it out without you." He chuckled. "I'm just glad I won't have to put up with that doctor anymore." "So am I. A healthy mate is something I haven't been able to enjoy in a long time." "I know," he nuzzled her. "But I'm fine now, and it seems we won't have to worry about it anymore, even if we don't use that equipment. Unless you want to..." "We'll see," she returned his nuzzle, giving him a soft, playful growl. "I might be willing to let you bind me again, or maybe I'll see fit to tie you up with it." "Whatever you want," he closed his eyes and put his head down again to rest. "As long as I have you, I'm happy." "So am I," she purred, and the two dragons drifted off to sleep together.