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Butterflies danced beneath Cursora's ribs. Though she kept her wings still, and even managed to control her tail to keep it from twitching, her breaths came uneven, drawn in shakily and let out in a rush. No number of deep gulps seemed to help her calm herself, and her claws dug gently into the stone pathway between the flower beds of her rooftop courtyard as she scanned the late evening sky for the bright orange dragon she waited on. He said to expect for him to arrive a little before 7:00, which was just about now... Every snap of a dragon's wings drew her attention, but of course there were many dragons flying through the city center this time of night, and though the bright lights of the buildings distorted the colors she saw, none were the hue she was looking for. Her tail did twitch this time, and another quivering breath made those butterflies feel stronger.

How could she be so anxious? she thought to herself. It was only dinner.

She shook herself all over, the gold bracelet on her wrist clacking softly against her scales, and to try to calm herself she began to pace, prowling back and forth along the courtyard path. The clothing she wore swished softly as the breeze stirred her looser-fitting dress, about as loose as a garment could be without interfering with her flight: blue, as she most often chose, with narrow swirling golden patterns woven into the sides, subtle enough to be missed from a distance, and along with the bracelet on her wrist another gold hoop adorned the midpoint of her tail, and a sapphire-studded ring rested around the base of one horn.

Again she told herself not to fret so much--Kaereth was only coming over to take her out for dinner. The dragon had mounted her, ordered her around, teased her and used her eager bound body the last time they'd met; a nice meal was not nearly so intimate an engagement by comparison! They could eat, chat, get to know each other, and then perhaps if--when, she hoped, when--things went well, she could invite him back to her home and they could enjoy themselves some more, some tight bondage, a dragon to command her, a rough mounting... The thought made her shiver, and oh, she hoped so very much that their dinner would go well! How exciting it would be to have a dragon courting her, one who wouldn't lose interest in a dragoness who preferred to submit rather than fight back, one who she could have so much fun with, and hopefully one who shared other interests with her as well!

And there was the source of her nervousness, she realized after a moment. It had been easy to get along when all he did was tell her what to do and tell her how sexy she was, and the only responses she could make were to moan at him through a thick cockgag... With their conversation sure to be at least mostly on other topics tonight--and with her actually able to speak--things wouldn't be so likely to go smoothly! She'd been hoping for a dragon to court her, hoping for a companion, hoping for a master, for quite a while now--years really!--and she couldn't bear to think of somehow screwing this up, or for them to have no other interests in common, and for Kaereth to say he didn't want to see her again... The cream-scaled dragoness tossed her head, unable to reassure herself enough. She wanted this to go well, she needed it to!

"Cursora! Good evening!"

At last! She whirled around to see the big orange-scaled dragon descending towards her, dipping below the typical altitude of a traveling dragon and flaring his wings wide to slow himself. It was her first time seeing him with his wings spread, and she was struck by the sheer size and thickness of his shoulders and forelegs: whatever he did for a living, it must have involved a lot of flying or a lot of physical activity. A courier perhaps, but no, he was a little too well-built for that: courier-dragons were usually slimmer, for speed. Maybe construction, or at the docks, where a dragon could earn quite a bit of coin putting their strength to work with much better flexibility and in much more difficult surroundings than a lift or a crane could manage. For a couple of long moments she only watched him, thick hind legs absorbing the impact of his landing--though his own looser, formal clothes hid the full flexing of muscle from her. He'd dressed in dark gray, what might be the dragon's equivalent of a suit, with gold buttons rather than zippers between his wings, and pinstripes running the length of his body.

At last she managed to snap herself out of merely admiring him, but it was hard: their previous encounter had been only a week ago, and when his sharp masculine scent reached her she shivered again, impossible not to think of how strong that smell had been when she'd taken his hard shaft between her jaws, how he had tasted, how he had groaned in pleasure... Already she felt the hot rush of excitement building beneath her tail, but she managed somehow to speak evenly, and purred, "good evening, Kaereth."

Once he was down on all fours he spread both wings out wide again and folded his forelegs beneath him, head turned to one side: a traditional, formal posture of greeting, to show he was willing to put himself into a position of weakness and prove he'd come peacefully. She returned the bow, and when they'd both straightened up again he approached her, snout extending to sniff, then gently nuzzle her cheek. She wondered if what little perfume she'd put on--even the least 'traditional' dragons didn't use much--would disguise the arousal she already felt, and then wondered if it would be so bad if it didn't...

"You look lovely tonight," he said at last, settling onto his haunches, his tail swishing slowly side to side behind him: he was perfectly at ease, at least, and she purred more loudly from the compliment. "I didn't get to see much of you before. Only your eyes... and under your tail," he chuckled, but even as she blushed he continued, "you're as pretty as I'd imagined you to be."

Not sure whether to feel excited or flattered or embarrassed, her "thank you" seemed to stick in her throat, and came out only mumbled, soft and barely audible over the sounds of the city. That wouldn't do--even she wasn't so meek!--so she did her best to find her voice and push onward, if she behaved so awkwardly he would surely be dissuaded no matter how much fun they'd had before! "You're looking handsome yourself," she said, forcing herself to look away from his eyes and get a closer look at him and what he wore. Those buttons might have made his clothing a pain to put on--but did he have a butler to valet for him, like she had Lawrence? She didn't know! But oh--she hadn't seen from farther away: he had cuff links, also in gold, subtle enough to keep from standing out yet quite attractive up close. "The cuff links are a nice touch, you don't see a lot of dragons with those."

"I'm glad you like them! Funny, though, they're almost easier than buttons. I suppose most dragons think they just add complexity, but really, who could resist a little more shine that doesn't look gaudy?" He chuckled, and his wings rustled, as if he wanted to preen: so he was glad she'd noticed! Briefly she wondered how often he got to dress up--he wouldn't wear something nice nearly every work day like she did, if he did physical labor--but before she could spend more time admiring his suit the sound of bells began to issue faintly from somewhere below the roof: a human church, ringing the turn of the hour. "Oh-- it must be Seven by now! I took a bit too long getting dressed, and it delayed me... We should get to dinner! The restaurant is only a block or two from here, though. I will lead," he said, and only hesitated for a moment before turning around, taking a glance up at the sky to make sure he wasn't about to crash into anyone, and then up into the air he leaped.

Cursora barely had time to stretch her wings before launching herself after him. She had been so anxious, she'd been more worried about him showing up at all than his being punctual! At least she knew where they were going, and could have flown herself if she'd needed, but that wouldn't do... Letting him lead wasn't just to show her where to go, it was about allowing him to control the path of their flight, it was about giving him precedence, it was about riding his slipstream to show she was willing to let him be the one to do the harder work. Of course when they were flying only a couple short blocks it didn't actually matter that he was the one who had to put more effort into his flight, especially when the distance from her roof to street level was about as far as the distance from her building down the road to the restaurant.

Dragons--city dragons especially--had picked up a number of habits and customs from humans, but deference to ladies wasn't one of them. Just as he was the one to take the lead in the air, he went through the broad double doors of the steakhouse first, and only caught one of them with his tail to help her follow: to go in first was as much a matter of dominance as flying lead, both in terms of taking precedence and being the first to face any potential dangers that might be inside.

Not that the maitre d' was dangerous. The man only smiled as the two of them walked inside, then said, "good evening! How may I help you tonight?" and looked expectantly towards Kaereth, the first to enter.

"Reservation for Kaereth? Space for two dragons, Seven PM." He shifted over enough to give Cursora room, and she stepped up to the host's podium beside him.

"Yes, of course!" He paused only for a moment to reference the computer screen before him and glance back into the restaurant. "We have your space ready and waiting, if you'll follow me." Plucking two oversize menus from his table, the human turned and beckoned them into the dining area, leading the two dragons down the broad center aisle. Human and dragon place settings mingled rather than being set into their own designated sections: here a table and chairs, there a broad open square with four dragons seated on their bellies in the corners, with space in the center for food to be shared between them. Merely as a matter of scale, human clients and their lesser space requirements outnumbered dragons here, but the ratio was closer to even than most restaurants: popular with dragons, but with enough variety to their dishes--and desire to serve humans as well--to keep their human customers.

The place the maitre d' guided them toward was longer than it was wide, so that the two of them could sit facing each other and put shared or separate dishes on a raised dais of soft wood between them. He saw them settled at their places, set two menus and a wine list on the low table, and said, "your server will be with you shortly. Enjoy!"

"Thank you," Kaereth said, easing down onto his belly, and inclined his head. The human soon retreated, and the orange-scaled dragon took a deep breath and smiled across the feeding-space at her. "Have you come here before?"

Cursora could have given him the strongest, most loving nuzzle of her life for asking her such an easy question to help get the conversation moving again. "Just on a few special occasions... Their meals are big, and so tasty! What about you?"

"I've only been here once," he said, and reaching forward hooked a claw under the cover of the menu to open it to its first page. "It was delicious, but I live across the river, a little too far to come here often! Looks like they've changed the menu since then... Oooh, they still have the big peppercorn steak though, mmmmm." He licked his lips.

"Oh? Where do you live?"

"I have a nice top-floor pad across from the Plaza Park. Not so expensive as around here but still nice, and close to work. I do heavy lifting, loading and unloading at the docks," he went on, pre-empting her next question. "Hard work, but it keeps me active and outdoors--and it pays well of course, they're desperate for dragons who can pull the cargo they need moved."

She bobbed her head up and down, opening her menu but paying far more attention to him than to it. She'd been right--no wonder he was so fit! "I see! They must keep you quite busy, then."

"You have no idea." That chuckle of his rumbled over to her again, easily provoked and somehow so pleasing to hear. "The first few months I worked there I could barely fly home at the end of the day, and it took a while to get used to! At least they hired another lifter recently, so it's not quite so exhausting as before..."

Cursora tilted her head in understanding. Towing things, lifting heavy crates, carrying cargo all over the place all day--it sounded exhausting, even for a dragon! Before she could respond, though, a human approached and introduced himself as their server. They ordered their drinks--spring water for her, a beer for him--before he went away again and Kaereth could ask, "what about you? What do you do?"

"I do construction management for a development firm," she said. "It's mostly telling people what to do, writing project bids and proposals, making sure everyone knows what needs to be done and when they need to do it... Lots of management and supervision." She sighed. "It's tough!"

He paused, and tilted his head thoughtfully. "Really? You, managing a whole bunch of people?" He chuckled once more, then went on, "certainly comes as a bit of a surprise! Considering how I found you last week..."

The dragoness's cream scales blushed visibly red--not from embarrassment, as dragons tended to be more open about such things, but from the memories of their last encounter--and the base of her tail twitched, feeling a rising heat between her hind legs once again. "I know! I can do it well apparently... It just doesn't come naturally. It takes a lot of effort, especially if someone challenges me! When I'd much rather... Well." She dipped her head below his. "Do what I'm told... Which is why you found me that way. At the end of a work week, especially a tougher one, I can feel pretty desperate to get into a situation where for once I'm the one being bossed around..."

His claws flexed, and his casual smile grew into more of a sly grin as he watched her. "Oh I see! Isn't that interesting..."

Then their waiter returned with their drinks, and she dipped her head to the offered bowl of water so quickly that she almost spilled it, craving a few tonguefuls of the cool clear drink to help clear her head before it wandered too far in such a direction. She could already feel her tail wanting to lift a little! The human took their entree orders as well: he got the peppercorn steak he'd noticed already, and while that was her favorite, she resisted. Lawrence made such a good steak in that style, she wouldn't want to diminish it by getting the same thing here and risk it being even better! So instead she ordered a bacon-wrapped smoked filet, which sounded almost as delightful, and though she hesitated for a moment--her mind would be harder to keep clear after a drink, but she decided she might not mind that after all by the end of the meal!--she also picked out glass of wine to go with it.

"That explains why you have that collection of yours then..." Kaereth grinned once the waiter had walked away, as if they hadn't been interrupted at all. "Had you been hoping for someone to use it with? I didn't get to ask before, since you were... otherwise occupied."

So much for trying to cool herself off! She couldn't keep from squirming in place, the tip of her tail curling around a forepaw, and fought the urge to pant as she thought about the hood and cockgag she'd been wearing when they first met... How vividly she could imagine sucking him off again... She tossed her head, striving to keep her composure. "Well--Yes. I had. I'd tried to look before... You know our kind though, we're not expected to behave that way, we're always expected to be the sort to fight for as much control as we can get, and whenever I would try to find a dragon, they'd always lose interest when I only wanted to do as I was told instead of challenging every little thing they wanted. So I only had-- What I could do to myself, or convince Lawrence to help me with without feeling too embarrassed."

"Awwr!" He reached across to nuzzle at her forehead, when she looked almost dejectedly down at her paws. "Well that's a shame. I certainly know the sort of dragoness you're talking about, who never wants to just obey--not even a dragon as big as me! And having to quarrel over every little thing you don't agree on gets exhausting... especially if they get so used to being contrary that they want to argue about everything. They never accept their place, and it gets old. Believe me Cursora... I won't mind if you behave that way." His grin got a little wider. "In fact, knowing that you want to, there are definitely ways I could take advantage of it if you're interested in playing along..."

She quivered, looking into his mischievous golden eyes and wondering: what orders could he give her, what could he make her do, how might he push her knowing she wanted to be commanded-- "O-oh...?"

Again his head craned forward to give the bridge of her snout a playful nibble. "Well. They don't make for polite dinner conversation, that's for sure, but I don't think you'd need to try too hard to imagine." He nosed at her cheek, and took a deliberate breath through flared nostrils to let her know he knew just what had her so antsy.

So prompted, she couldn't help but imagine. Being ordered to lift her tail... Pleasure him... Let him tie her up... Her tail kept wanting to raise up in a most undignified way, and making the effort to keep it tucked down firmly against her rump just made her wriggle from side to side instead, her claws clenching and relaxing, eyes drifting a little out of focus as she fantasized... The dragoness might have let herself get a little too into it before Kaereth gave her snout a little bump with his own, just before she could start to pivot her hips in desire. "Don't get carried away now," he said with a knowing grin that only made her squirm more, but at last he rescued her from potential notice of the other diners by asking if she liked to read.

Having essentially paneled the walls of her library with bookshelves crammed full of novels by both dragons and humans, she--after another deep drink of water that didn't help nearly as much as last time--managed to confess that she very much enjoyed to read! Almost always fiction, usually fantasy but sometimes romance, or even erotica: "I... have an active imagination," she said, and after a moment went on with a giggle at her own expense, "and not just about being teased! It's so much fun to picture what it would be like to live in all these different, unique worlds with all their alien features, and quirks, interacting with magic and other races and different environments and technologies!" She took a breath. "What about you?"

"History. It's fascinating to me, especially when presented in the right way: how it can emphasize how incredible a dragon's--or human's--feats were to cause this or that outcome, how such small details and seemingly unimportant events ultimately had such a large impact on the course of events..." His tailtip twitched back and forth. "Usually contemporary history though, not ancient history; it has to be something recent enough that I can understand and relate to the sort of society and technology that existed at the time."

They only managed to exchange another few words before dinner interrupted: a meat course is near impossible for a dragon to divert its attention from, and as much interest as the two of them may have had in each other, a freshly cooked meal came first. There were no utensils provided or used, of course, even at the most high-end restaurants for dragons: their claws and teeth were all they needed, and the two of them dug in eagerly, slicing off bite-sized morsels of their meals and gobbling them up. Cursora closed her eyes and sighed happily at the taste: the tenderness of it, the smoky flavor, and it mixed so well with the glass of red wine she'd ordered with it! Across from her Kaereth was deep enough in his own steak that a few peppercorns stuck between his nostrils and made him sneeze, but another draft from his beer was enough of a break for him before he resumed devouring the meal.

She was both pausing more frequently to mix the taste of her filet with her wine, and the more dainty eater of the two, so he finished first, and at last reached for his large canvas napkin. She could see him hesitate; at lesser establishments or at home, it might have been perfectly acceptable to lick his claws clean and wipe off his snout with the inside of a foreleg, but not here, and not while wearing such nice clothes. He began to fastidiously wipe off his claws and the scales around his maw, quaffed more of his beer, and then looked up at her: no longer too busy chewing to talk.

"Have you thought about ways to make your work less stressful?" he asked. "You could talk to your boss and see if you could shed a little of the responsibility, or get an assistant perhaps, just so you don't have to be telling lots of people what to do all the time."

That demanded more of an answer than she could make between bites, but she was getting close to done with her filet: her head tilted, eying the remaining steak and bacon critically, then she divided it into two large bites and gobbled it down. Oh that was so tasty... She took her time savoring the last of the meal, sipped more wine, and at last could respond. "Well-- There's a difference between what I might want and what's good for my career. If I was overworked rather than just busy, perhaps I could ask for someone to help me get everything done, but that's not the case, and wouldn't really fix the problem regardless. My main concern is that if I ask for less responsibility, I'm basically asking to stop my advancement in the company. Less money to hoard and spend on books or gear or jewelry, and probably disappointment from them, and my parents too. Especially if my father had plans of getting me to take over his company when he decides he's ready to retire."

Kaereth bobbed his head. "That does make sense, though I wouldn't let what they think affect your decision... You should be the one to know what's best for you. I can understand having trouble saying no to the sort of money you could make! You just need to be sure it's worth the stress. But hey... If less control at home will help you relieve the stress so you can manage work better, you know I can help with that." That toothy grin of his returned.

"Y-yeah. I do think that would help..." If things work out, she thought, though she certainly hoped they would! Instead she went on, "if you were willing to. I definitely had a better time at work this week, after the... help you gave me." She blushed again and dug her claws into her napkin, then started to clean her paws and snout as well. "Not that it didn't still have its challenging moments, but it wasn't as bad."

He purred. "You know, if you want it... I'd be more than willing to. I enjoyed our time last week, and so far tonight as well... I'd quite like a chance to do so again." The larger dragon paused, and cocked his head to one side. "Might have some ideas, too... Have you thought about ways to maybe help yourself feel submissive, throughout the work day, to give yourself a chance for a quick mental break? It could be something as simple as wearing a collar underneath your work clothes..."

Her tailtip curled thoughtfully. "I hadn't really tried that no! I had considered it a little, at least... But to be honest I was worried that if I ever had any encouragement to feel submissive, I might act submissive, and I didn't want to risk that happening at work!"

"I think you should try, if you're willing to give it a chance. It doesn't have to be something you're always noticing, or even something you're wearing all the time, just a little something you can turn to when you have a private moment-- Do you have your own office?" When she nodded, blushing again--what did he have in mind that would need privacy, an actual set of cuffs, or something even naughtier to keep in her desk?--he went on, "something you could just take a bit of time to pull on, or feel..." Another pause. "I could give you something I think would be ideal..."

"Oh? What's that?" She curled her claws again, and her wings rustled against her back. She of course didn't have everything, but she had a lot of gear, and none of it had seemed right to wear to or stash in the office...

"You'll have to wait and see... As cute as it's been to watch, you're squirming enough already that I want to be careful you don't moan or start rubbing against the floor more noticeably, and draw too many stares." He nipped the very tip of her snout, his breath hot on her scales, but now she could smell his scent heating up a little too. Whatever this idea was, evidently he quite liked it! And she couldn't resist an impatient huff at him for denying her curiosity, especially when he teased her about it--though she couldn't deny she did feel rather antsy, and it certainly wasn't just one glass of wine that made her want to lean up next to him, take in more of his scent, and provoke it into getting stronger still...

Cursora gave him the most coy look she could manage, dipping her head and turning it to look at him through one half-lidded eye. "We're almost done here... You could tell me once we've flown back to my place."

Abruptly he looked down at his paws, and sighed. "I... have work, pretty early tomorrow... Couldn't spend more than a few minutes before having to fly home."

"But--" She whined--no, he couldn't reject her, things were going so well! She thought he was enjoying the dinner, and he couldn't be getting a cold headwind, not now... "But tomorrow's a holiday! The office is closed-- I gave Lawrence the day off, even... Surely you're off too?"

He pawed at the floor, letting out another sigh. "Nope. I almost suggested tomorrow night for this date when you called, but I was too excited to hear back from you that I just went ahead and said yes! Think I could make good on that offer tomorrow night instead?"

Disappointed as she was, waiting a day wasn't that bad. How her heart had leapt to hear him say that he'd been so excited to hear from her, and if he was willing to come by tomorrow, then he must have enjoyed this dinner out too! But it was still hard to have to wait... especially considering what she expected him to do once he did come over... And she'd have to wait to find out what he thought was ideal to give her to take to work, too! She tried to sound as excited as she could--if she made him feel bad about having to turn her down he might change his mind--and said, "sure! That's just fine. And like I said, Lawrence will have the day off, so we'll have the place all to ourselves..." She managed a wide grin of her own to match all those he'd flashed at her throughout the evening, and when he looked so relieved by her response she felt just the same, reaching out to nuzzle him and purring when he returned the gesture.

"Besides," he said, recovering just as well, "I didn't bring that item over with me. And I think it'd help you to consider it if we had it while you did..."

She nipped him on the cheek. "You tease! Just tell me already!" But he only laughed and shook his head, and she couldn't get any more out of him: the waiter returned, to offer a dessert menu. Though many restaurants that served dragons offered desserts tailored for their tastes, they rarely ordered it, and anyway she was too full to want to eat more, and he said he felt the same. So their server gave them the check, they each paid their share--another place where human customs had not caught on--and though she tried, she was unable to pry even a hint out of him while they waited for the human to sort out the payment. He clearly enjoyed teasing her, and his tailtip wagged by his side as she huffed and nipped and badgered him, but when the time came both of them were reluctant to finally get up and leave the restaurant. They shared another few nuzzles, purring enough for each other to hear over the noise of the other diners, and then at last rose and walked outside. There was noting left then but to say goodbye, and she watched him take off and soar out of sight between buildings before returning to her home.

After all she had thought about being tied up, dominated, and used--and how much he had encouraged her to do so!--during dinner and even earlier in the day while she prepared for their date, she was more than a little tempted to get out a toy or at least pleasure herself once she was back indoors and out of her dinner dress. But despite how heated up she felt, she ultimately held off, no matter how enticing the thick knot in her favorite toy looked: if she waited, she would only be more eager for him tomorrow, and then the two of them could really have a good time! So ultimately she went to bed unsatisfied, but dreaming with excitement of a big day to come...

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The ringing of a phone startled Cursora's attention from the book she'd been reading. Was it Kaereth? she of course instantly wondered, but no: it was the land line ringing, not her mobile phone, and she was pretty sure Kaereth only had the latter number. She felt so lazy nestled down on her comfortable library couch, the bright sunlight streaming in through the tall windows to warm her cream scales, that she nearly let the phone ring... It was a holiday, a day off, and whoever it was could just leave a message if it was important, right? A second ring sounded, and then a third... But at last the sense of responsibility won out, and she uncurled from the couch, crawled over to the phone, and scooped the receiver off its pad by its extra-large dragon-paw grip. "Yes?"

"Miss Cursora!" It was one of the humans from the property manager's office. "A courier just dropped off a package for you. Shall I bring it up?"

She blinked: she wasn't expecting a package, especially not delivered on a holiday! Wondering what it might be, the dragoness nearly grew too distracted to answer before it occurred to her to ask, "oh? Does it say who from?"

"Hmmm..." There was a pause as the human evidently looked to find the answer to her question. "Yes-- It's from a 'Kaereth,' address..."

"Oh!" she cut the man off excitedly. Kaereth had sent her something? What? Was it something fun? Her tail twitched upward and wagged excitedly. "Yes, bring it right up please!"

The man laughed at her sudden enthusiasm. "Will do! See you in a minute," he said, and hung up the phone.

Cursora put the receiver back into its cradle, pausing only to slip a bookmark into the seam of the book she'd been reading and close the cover before she hurried over to the foyer of her apartment, nearly bouncing on her paws as she went. It was only a little past lunchtime, so Kaereth likely wouldn't be over for another few hours... That he'd sent something ahead of himself meant... what, exactly? She paused to think. An ordinary gift or treat he could have just carried over with him, and something too big for him to fly across town himself probably wouldn't have come by courier. Which meant... this was something the orange dragon wanted her to have before his arrival. Something to get her ready for him? Something to tease her? Something he wanted her to try on by herself...? Of course she immediately began to wonder what sort of toy or piece of bondage gear he could have sent, considering what their plans for the evening would certainly be!

Even having rushed straight to the entrance, she didn't have long to wait: barely a minute of curious and, quickly, naughty thinking passed before a chime sounded and the doors of the elevator slid open. A human stood within, a bulky package clutched to his chest. From the way he handled it, it couldn't have been too heavy, but it was still about the size of his torso and he seemed relieved to set it down.

"Here you are miss! Having a good holiday I hope."

The cream-scaled dragoness tried not to hiss with impatience when he seemed to want to strike up a bit of conversation. It wasn't his fault she was so excited about the package, he was just trying to be nice most likely... Forcing herself not to snatch up the box and carry it right back to her bedroom to investigate, she took a deep breath and bobbed her head up and down. "Very good yes! I hope yours goes well too." She stood over the package and squinted down at the label, hoping the human would take the hint.

"Well, working..." he began, but thankfully after a moment he took the hint. "But it happens. Enjoy your day!" he concluded, cheerfully enough, and he stepped back into the elevator.

Cursora nearly sliced the package open then and there, her curiosity was so great. And who knew, maybe it was something perfectly innocent after all!

Well... probably not.

Her tail raised and swaying back and forth as she went, already feeling herself more than a little turned on by the thought of receiving a package of naughty things, she took a corner of the box in her jaws, deposited it on her back where her wings could hold it in place, and carried it back to her bedroom. There, at last, she set it down on her bed and used her claws to slice open the tape, not even bothering to close her blinds first. She drew open the top of the box to reveal a slightly smaller box within, a folded piece of paper sitting atop it. Written on the paper was "Read Me First."

Her head tilted nearly sideways in curiosity, but she did as the writing on the note requested and pulled out and unfolded the paper to reveal a letter: not typed but hand-written, with precise, angular characters. An impressive feat for a dragon! She began to read.

_Cursora,

I really enjoyed our dinner last night. I was so glad to hear you say that you did too! I look forward to coming over later today, and I wanted to send this package over first to aid in our fun. It's not quite the same sort of gear as we played with last week, but I hope you like it, and if you do, I hope to find you wearing ALL of it when I arrive! (Plus a little more restraint, if you like.) If you're not sure, we can talk about it when I get there, but I do encourage you to give it a try.

-Kaereth_

If anything the message only made her apprehensive. Not quite the same sort of gear? What... would it be something more geared towards pain, or maybe something dangerous like breathplay--no, then he wouldn't have asked her to put that on without him. Her tail twitching and her wings rustling against her back from anxious curiosity, she set the letter aside and opened the box.

Leather, metal, and silicone greeted her. There were two dildos within, one of which was attached by a small padlock to what was clearly a ring gag, while the other lay inside a smooth, curved steel contraption, with hinges and a locking clasp: a chastity belt, with a silver key lying in the box next to it.

Even sitting there alone in her room Cursora blushed. All of it, the note had said. The gag and toy for her maw, the second toy to go inside her, and the belt to seal it in place... just thinking about it made her shiver and curl her hind claws, feeling a rush of arousal stir beneath her tail.

Instantly she knew the belt was what Kaereth had been referring to the previous evening: the metal was slim, surely meant to hug a dragon's frame, and beneath her work clothes it would be wholly concealed! Something that could make her feel very submissive, when she had a moment to feel it by herself, to be locked away like that and lose control over something so intimate... She shivered all over just thinking about it! She'd never tried chastity before, she had never really seen the excitement in being denied pleasure or climax: those were the fun parts, especially when they came while tied up!

Kaereth wanted her to try it, though. She had so enjoyed how he'd used her before, enjoyed how he had controlled her, given her orders and expected her to obey... Putting on the belt would be giving him control over her pleasure, something he'd already had in the past, and--well, just thinking about that made her want to crouch and lift her tail and imagine him doing it again! He was right, that maybe it wasn't quite her thing, but... if he wanted her to, she could try it. And maybe it'd be fun after all!

Reaching into the box, she picked up the belt in her forepaws to give it a closer look. It was fairly easy to understand: put her tail through the hole, lay the band across her hips, then swing one, two, three hinges and they would clasp together against her belly so the steel would neatly cover her sex... Her rump would be uncovered, and there was a narrow slit in the belt to pee through, so it was something that could be worn long-term, though thinking of being locked up and denied stimulation for days, weeks, or even longer still made her feel anxious rather than excited! She turned it this way and that, taking it all in, her curiosity building...

Okay. She'd try it on.

Two things stopped her: first, Kaereth's note had said all the box's contents, and from the way one of the enclosed toys had been resting against the main plate of the belt when she opened it, clearly he expected her to wear that toy beneath the belt! Second, the dragon wouldn't be coming over for hours yet, and a few hours would be a long time to wait stuffed, belted, even gagged... Well, there was that key, wasn't there? She could just try it on for now, see how it felt hugging her hips, then either take it off for a short break before his arrival, or decide she didn't like it.

Already she could feel a little nervous knot in her gut, her breath quickening, as her body always seemed to respond whenever she prepared to bind herself. An instinctive response, perhaps, to the impending loss of control... Her paw quivering a little, she took the toy in her paw, using her tail to tug open a drawer of her nightstand and get out a small bottle of lubricant. It wasn't as thick as the largest of her toys, but had a couple of fun-looking ridges, and a tiny seam in the center... Thinking, she softly knocked the toy against her other paw, feeling the weight of it: there were vibrators inside it, but there wasn't any evident dial or switch on the toy to control them. Perhaps it was done via remote... And she shivered again, softly moaning this time as she imagined Kaereth teasing her by turning the vibrator up and down when she couldn't get it out of herself, couldn't pleasure herself otherwise, couldn't make him stop! "Nn-nnnnh..." One of her paws drifted back towards her belly, for just a moment, then she quivered all over and lashed her tail. Why use her paw when she was holding a dildo?

Cursora squirted just a bit of the lube onto it, spreading the substance around with her paw to get the toy good and ready... Okay, this was a bit too intimate to leave the blinds open. Quickly drawing them closed, she rolled into bed and got herself comfortable on her back, maneuvering the toy down along her belly towards her slit, which thanks to the thoughts of bondage and domination and pleasure was already a little swollen and slick, wanting attention. She pressed the tip of the toy against her entrance, and her hind claws curled, but she didn't just slide it in: she wanted to enjoy this, especially if she was going to be locked up in that belt soon! By herself now, and again by Kaereth later... The dragoness wriggled, something told her she'd be enjoying several climaxes today! Belt in the way or no, she could give herself one now, then Kaereth might set her off with the vibrator once or twice later, and there was no way he wouldn't mount her before the end of the night!

So she slid the tip of that toy slowly back and forth across her sex, pressing here, then there, teasing herself gently more and more open for it, occasionally nudging it just a little farther into her, her face flushed hot and her chest rising and falling with her panting breaths. Oh this felt good, especially after she'd resisted the urge to pleasure herself after her dinner out with the big orange dragon last night! She slid, rubbed it gently back and forth, then she ran out of patience and started to work it inside, slowly pressing it in deeper and moaning from the sensation of the toy stretching her a little more, a little more... "Mmrrrrrh..." Her hips rocked towards the dildo, then away, and she paused with it perhaps halfway inside, first to grind against it, then to ease it slowly back and forth, out a little ways... When she slid it back in she went a little deeper, slowly but surely easing more of it inside her, each moment feeling more turned on as the pleasure built up inside her, her tail twitching, hind claws clenching tight.

When the toy was hilted, only its flared base still visible for her to press in or tug out, she spent maybe half a minute working it back and forth, simulating a dragon's thrusts, slow, gentle, easy ones to get two horny dragons going... Her moans grew louder and more frequent, the heat between her legs grew. Damn, this felt good, she only wished Kaereth was there holding her down and humping her rather than this toy! "Nnnnh... yeeesss..." she gasped when the toy's ridges found some extra-sensitive places within her, which she then tried to hit a few more times and writhed from the ecstasy of it. Fuck that was amazing, she was really getting close...

The dragoness nearly got so carried away she forgot entirely about the other things Kaereth had sent to her. But when one of her paws went to grasp at the bedding it landed on the chastity belt instead, and the ring of her claw tips against the cool metal was enough of a small shock to help her remember. Right... the belt... she'd meant to try that on! If she got herself off before closing it, she'd probably lose the desire to see how it fit until she'd taken a little while to recover. So she'd best try locking herself up now.

Her paws were a little unsteady as she pushed the toy all the way in once again and reached for the chastity belt. The hinges swayed and she nearly dropped it, but after a moment of squirming around on the bed she managed to get it oriented the proper way in her paws, and she eased her tail through the opening between the waist-band and the curved plate that would lock into place over her presently stuffed-full slit. She had to do a little more wriggling to get the band around her hips, then she swung each of the hinges into place: the two sides of the band overlapped on her belly, the left coming down first, a stout pin at the end of it passing through a hole punched through the end of the right. Now to latch it shut... She folded down the main plate of the belt, shivering as the cool steel closed over her hot, nearly aching slit, pressed gently on the base of the toy, and then with a sharp clicking sound the latch at the end of it fit over the pin, fixing the plate and both ends of the belly-band in place and locking her up tight inside.

"Nnnngh." Nearly at once she tried to push the chastity belt back open again, but the locking mechanism had closed already! It might have been merely a snug fit if she wasn't stuffed full of dildo, but the belt leaned against the base of the toy where it protruded from her, forcing it in just a bit deeper and making its presence quite difficult to ignore! Her hips bucked a little in protest, her lust still burning beneath her tail: she'd been very close to a nice strong orgasm, but now the toy couldn't budge, and just grinding her hips on its shape inside her wouldn't be enough... Shuddering, moaning again, she lay back on the bed and squirmed her hips around. Yeah she wanted to get off, but she'd put the belt on to see how it felt to wear, she could get to the "cumming" part that her body so demanded in a few minutes!

And it felt snug. But not uncomfortably so; it fit her surprisingly well, hugging her hips and conforming neatly to the shape of her rump and waist and belly. When she tried to tug on its pieces she could only make a gap appear between her scales and the steel if she really sucked her belly in, and even then it wasn't big enough to fit enough of her paw through to touch herself! That was good, both for the security of the device, and that it was less likely to chafe her scales or rattle or move around while she walked, or flew, or... squirmed... "Nnnngh." She was still so horny! A forepaw reached for her sex almost out of reflex, this time encountering the unyielding steel instead of the base of that toy, and she blushed again when trying to grind her paw against the belt barely budged the toy at all! Yeah... there was no way she'd be able to get herself off while locked in the chastity belt, not even with a toy already inside her...

Though her body was still quite earnestly demanding pleasure, she wanted to make sure the chastity belt wouldn't soon grow uncomfortable, or that moving in a certain way wouldn't make it pinch or put pressure somewhere that hurt! Rolling over, she huffed and rubbed the steel against her bedding, gritting her teeth with her tail hiked up high and twitching as the dildo wiggled a little, the ridges rubbed at her here and there... but barely. The stretching she felt, the friction of the toy's slight movements did little more than just remind her how hot she was, they didn't satisfy, they didn't get her any closer to climax no matter how firmly she tried to grind herself into the mattress. It didn't even put any extra pressure on her clit!

Cursora wanted to take it off then and there, her sex burning with desire, her breaths short and uneven from how worked up she was, her tail twitching and her paws unsteady. But she had to test it out, she had to be sure it was comfortable! With considerable difficulty she dragged herself out of bed, rising to her paws, eventually managing to get out of that inviting "please mount me" crouch and stand up straight. So far so good, no pinching, no pain... She flexed her tail this way and that, she let her hips sway back and forth, side to side--well, they did that almost of their own accord, considering how badly she wanted to keep humping that toy! She began to stretch her hind paws in different directions, then took a few experimental steps. Still the belt hugged her, and still there was no discomfort; gaining confidence, she paced around her room, with nothing to disturb her but the constant presence of the toy in her sex. It was comfortable to wear, it didn't make any noise except perhaps for the softest of clicks... Catching sight of herself in her mirror, she swayed her hips side to side: it actually looked rather sexy with the gleaming metal cupping between her hind legs, almost like human lingerie in the way it teasingly hid just her most intimate parts!

At once her mind began to drift, encouraged by the raging arousal she felt and the thick toy inside her... She thought of Kaereth showing her the belt's key, telling her she'd have to pleasure him with her tongue if she wanted out... She thought of him encouraging her by making the toy buzz, stronger and stronger until at last it set her off, she thought of him ordering her to wear it a while... Settling onto her haunches, one of her forepaws pressed to her underbelly, and slid down, down, until it encountered the belt. "Nnnnh..." How different it was to be stuffed full and yet unable to touch herself at all, only gentle pleasure to keep her wanting, wanting, forced to wait! Again she began to rub between her hind legs, paw sliding back and forth against the steel that guarded her sex, and her hips rocked, pressing herself forward against her palm even as she dug it into her chastity belt, trying to put more pressure on the toy, without success! Just more of that gentle, nearly tormenting stimulation as the dildo shifted, barely, inside her...

The cream-colored dragoness shuddered all over, hissed to herself in near-frustration... She'd nearly gotten herself off before she'd stopped to try out the belt, her body had demanded quite strongly since then that she finish the job, and now she'd had enough waiting! Where was that key... Twisting around, she located the box--she'd nearly knocked it off the bed while masturbating with the toy!--and reached inside, digging out the little key to her freedom. Panting harder still in anticipation, already imagining the bliss of what she was sure was going to be a great orgasm, she located the keyhole at the top of the latch, reached down, slid the key inside and turned--

It didn't turn.

"What! Nnngh--" She yelped in surprise, she hadn't expected to feel even a moment's resistance, but the belt wouldn't come open! She tried to twist it in the other direction... still no luck... And then tried the first way again, leaning harder against it, trying to jiggle the locking mechanism a little to will it loose. "Nnnn! Come on!" she gasped in desperation, leaning on the key until she feared it would break, but it didn't work!

That nervousness in her belly, forgotten briefly while she was pleasuring herself, returned full force. She was nearly in shock; she'd never imagined for an instant that she'd be wearing this all afternoon-- Or longer-- Maybe there was another key in the box, maybe the shipping had just let it hide beneath the rest of the packaging! Again she nearly lunged for the package, rooting through its contents and the padding that had held them stable during shipping, even turning it upside down and shaking it, willing another key to appear. But no matter how badly she wished for one to rattle out onto her bed, there was no second key!

Shit. This was bad... Either the lock was broken, or Kaereth had deliberately not sent the key over! The first would be extremely embarrassing to get fixed, and the second... She... wasn't sure what to think about that just yet! She looked around for her phone so she could call the big dragon, but that too was nowhere to be found-- No, wait, she'd left it out in her library in her haste to investigate the package. She'd have to go get it...

Well, she'd taken longer walks while stuffed full of dildo in the past. Groaning in need, making one more futile attempt to get that key to turn, she at last gave up, tossed it back into the box and headed over to the library. The toy wiggled with each step, and she moaned, unable to resist the instinct to keep her tail lifted up high, hips swaying as she walked, claws digging into the carpet... Nnnng... she should have tried that damned key first before putting the belt on! But she hadn't expected something like this... She shuddered and grit her teeth, her hips rolling back and forth a few more times once she finally reached her phone. Having teased herself nearly to climax before locking herself up really wasn't helping the situation! She needed to cum!

Cursora picked up her phone, claw chattering a little on the keypad as she dialed Kaereth's number. It rang once... twice... "Come on... Nnnnnh... pick up...!" She realized after a moment: he was at work, he might currently be lifting something awfully heavy and not be able to answer!

At last in the middle of the fourth ring the sound changed to a dragon breathing heavily, with indistinct voices and other noise in the background. "Hello?"

"Kaereth! It's Cursora-- Nnh--" She had to stop and steady her voice, and gave in to the urge to start grinding her belted hips into the rug almost immediately. "I got your package... the key doesn't work!"

There was a short pause on the other end of the line. "Are you sure? Wait-- If the key doesn't work, then how are you talking?"

Her head cocked to one side in confusion. What did-- Oh, she'd almost forgotten about the gag that had also come in his package, had barely even noticed the lock that had connected the dildo to the ring of it... "What? The key was for that? Then how am I supposed to get this chastity belt off!" she cried.

His chuckle was familiar even through the phone; she shivered in place, and had no trouble imagining his toothy grin... "Oh my... You tried it on already, did you?"

She couldn't keep the frustration out of her voice. "Nnnngh-- Yes! And now I'm stuck in it... with this toy stuck in me!"

"Mmmmmmh. You tried it on with the toy? Good girl."

Cursora whined, her free paw pushing at the chastity belt some more, quite uselessly. As much as hearing him call her a good girl made her blush and squirm from the submissive thrill of it, that didn't solve her problem! "But how am I supposed to get it off?"

"Don't worry... That's the fun part. I bring the key over, and then you earn it..."

She couldn't help but moan into her phone. Forced to wait, teased and horny and unable to get relief, and surely she would have to pleasure him to 'earn' getting the belt off... But... She looked at the clock: 1:45. "Nnnnnh-- But that's hours from now! You gotta get me out of this thing!"

There was a short pause, and his voice was more gentle, less taunting when he answered. "Remember last week when we played together...? You had two toys in you then, all night long. When I thought of that, I thought you'd like a similar experience, only this time having to get my help to really get off from it."

Oh how memories of that night made her squirm. And how badly she wanted another orgasm as strong as the one she'd had when he mounted her! "That's... that's true..."

"If I'd been there to ask you to put the belt on directly, and you'd really known you'd have the toy in you and the belt on for a while, would you have?"

Her face flushed hot, and she looked down at the snug-fitting chastity, the little keyhole that kept her locked up tight. "I... Mmmnh. I think so..."

"I thought so." She could hear him sigh through the phone. "I'm sorry if you don't like it this way... I thought you would. Do you think you can still enjoy it? Or do you need me to come right away and let you out?"

His calm voice, placating, gently reminding her of past experience, helped to reassure her. It had just been so shocking, and unexpected, and she was so pent up, so desperate to cum... Thinking of having to keep waiting made her whine again, and she couldn't get herself to stop humping the toy... "Nnnnngh... It... caught me off guard is all!" When she tried to take a deep breath her whole body quivered, but her wings had stopped their anxious rustling. "I-I think I'll be okay."

She could hear him purring through the phone even over the ambient noise around him. "Mmmmh. That's a good girl. We start and end work pretty early, so I won't be here much longer, I just want to wash up before flying over. I'll be there at 3 or 3:30, okay?"

Cursora trembled. At least another hour and a half, before she could even try to earn release from him! "Oh-- Okay Kaereth..."

"Good. Oh, and don't forget to try out the gag I sent over... I'm sure that will help keep you occupied while you wait. Give you some practice before I get there." Another amused chuckle sounded, and she shivered. Right... of course he'd want her to do that to be let out... and fuck would it be a tease to do so while she was so horny!

"Nnh! I will..." Her paw resumed its futile pressing against her belt, hind claws clenching, panting heavily enough that surely he could hear it through the phone!

"Perfect. I'll see you soon then!"

"Bye..!" she said, her voice drifting up to a needy whine again, and then she hung up, dropped her phone onto the couch, and with a needy moan she braced herself and pressed her belted hips as firmly as she could against the rug. Grind... Grind... Grind... She grit her teeth and moaned, trying to clench around the dildo, trying to feel it move and trying to find the pleasure she needed, but it was useless! She really was stuck locked up in there, with no choice but to follow his instructions and await his arrival...