FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Drac's Domination

Part 10

Sponsored by GlynWolf

By Draconicon

After an hour of foot worship, during which Debby was completely zonked for nearly half of it, Draconicon fell asleep. He was half-sure that the lioness had continued for part of the night before slipping off to her own bed, due to the feeling of thick, dried spittle that continued to cling to his scales when morning rolled around. Grunting under his breath, he rolled over, his morning wood tenting the sheets as he looked down at it.

"Good morning to you, too."

He pushed his cock down a bit, throwing the blanket to the side and getting to his feet. However, as he started walking to the bathroom, he smelled something on the air. Something meaty, which implied that someone was cooking. Thimas hadn't stuck around, he knew that much, so that meant that it was probably the lioness.

Taking some initiative, are we? Well...I approve.

He smiled slightly, turning to the bathroom and getting the hot water going. Focusing more on his feet and ass rather than his cock - mostly because he had the feeling that some pheromones were going to be needed, and they were stronger when he didn't wash as thoroughly - he got himself as clean as he could in five minutes, then hopped out. Three towels paid the price to get him dry in short order, and he walked the rest of the way down the hall to the kitchen.

As he expected, Debby was already there, and to his surprise, she was completely naked...and in the chastity belt, again. He cocked his head to the side as he approached her from behind, looking at the shining metal that rode her hips and outlined her ass that much more just from having it on.

The lock was missing, though. That was something, and he wondered what that was supposed to mean.

As soon as he sat down, she turned around. She must have been getting ready to empty a pan of sausage, because she froze in mid-serving, her cheeks burning as she showed off her breasts and the metal plate covering her pussy.

"Oh, you're awake."

"Yeah. I smelled you cooking and thought I'd see what you were doing."

"Well, um...mostly something basic."

"Any reason?"

"I don't know how to do anything fancy."

"That's not what I mean."

Debby looked down, slowly putting the pan down on one of the burners that weren't active. She rubbed the back of her neck with one hand as she carried the plates with the other, laying them on the table. Filled with a stack of pancakes that had started to cool and sausage that was still piping hot, they were a little charred and ever so slightly over-cooked, but still well within edible range, just obviously made by someone that didn't know just what they were doing.

She sat down on the other side of the table, nudging her food for a moment before shaking her head.

"Is this bad?"

"No, no, this is actually good. I'm just curious what prompted it."

"Well...Thimas explained the whole self-story thing last night. Better than you did, no offense."

"None taken."

"He's just...he has a way with showing off."

"And using his body to make a point go from theoretical to real." Draconicon nodded. "He's very good at that."

"Yeah. Anyway, um...he made it clear that I was telling myself the story of being...well, a victim."

"A victim?" Draconicon arched an eyeridge.

"I...wanted this to be different. And since you were the one that kept changing it, I kept...coming up with reasons why it wasn't fair. Why it should have been something else. And I just...last night, I realized that I wasn't doing anything to make it better for myself. I was just waiting for someone else to do that part for me."

"You were, you were."

"...You could be a bit more uplifting than that, Master."

"I could, but I don't want to encourage backsliding." He chuckled. "But you are right. That's what you were doing. So...the breakfast?"

"If I'm going to be a...slave...then I might as well learn how to do things when people don't ask as well as when they ask, right?"

"Right."

"And I need to learn to do more. So, I have to pay attention. You like bigger breakfasts, from what I saw, so..."

It was a good start, for sure. The lioness would need a few more lessons to do it properly, but they were still in the 'the thought that counts' territory, so he could be forgiving. He started making his way through the plate, giving a few grunts of approval as he ate, and Debby smiled wide at the whole display.

He was halfway through the plate when she finally started eating, too, which gave him some reassurance. This wasn't some act. She hadn't done something stupid like drugging the food before coming up with a story.

When it was all done, he stood up, taking his plate and hers. She started to protest, but he held up a hand.

"A Master may choose when their slave has earned a treat. You have earned one."

"...Then, may I ask a favor?"

"When I finish cleaning the dishes."

"Thank you, Master."

She was definitely learning manners, as well, something that he very much approved of. He carried the plates to the sink, giving them a quick rinse before giving them a proper scrub. All the while, he was aware of her staring at him from behind, and he knew that at least part of her mind was devoted to something sexual. The rising scent of female in the air was definitely making that clear.

By the time that he finished the dishes, the smell of wet arousal and the soft clink-clink of Debby shuffling around in her chastity belt made it very, very clear that the lioness was feeling needy. He put the plates away and turned around to find her sitting with her legs wide apart, her feet pointed so that her toes rested on the ground and the rest of her sole pointed backwards, away from her. She was showing off just how caged she was, and, more impressively, her hands were behind the chair, not touching herself, just showing off.

It was a real start, particularly considering how eager she had been to tease herself when someone else wasn't doing it. It showed a real step forward, a real desire to improve. The dragon nodded his head, walking around her and going back to his chair. He sat down, sliding forward so that his half-hard cock was rubbing against the bottom of the table rather than out in the open.

"So, what do you want for your favor?"

"Could you...keep helping me?"

"...You think that I was going to stop?"

"Well, I know I've been a bit of an ass...and not been the best student that you might have had."

"That's true."

"You don't have to agree with me every time, Master."

"No, I think I do when you're right."

"..."

"Go on. Continue."

"I just..." Debby sighed. "I want to make sure that we're going to keep going. I want to be better, and I want to find a good ending to this story. I don't think that I can do it on my own. I need...I need to be pushed, to be better."

"So, you need me."

"..."

"I don't think that will work."

"What?"

The lioness's face fell, her mouth hanging open. He let the disappointment hang in the air before shaking his head.

"I don't want you to need me. I don't want anyone to need me. Being a requirement in someone's life is a bad thing. A very bad thing, when it comes right down to it, because it hurts you more than it helps the other person. No. If you need me, then I'm going to stop now before it gets worse.

"However." He held up a hand to keep her from interrupting him, smiling. "If you want me, that's a different story."

"...Want you - of course, I want you. What the hell do you think -"

"Being wanted is completely different from being needed. It's a thing that makes your life nicer, but you don't need it to have a decent life. It's an improvement, a desire, something that makes things easier, but isn't needed. That's what I want to be. Something good, something that you like.

"So, do you want me to be your teacher, or do you need me to be your master?"

"..."

"Think on it for a moment. I won't count this as your treat, regardless."

Not least because it was too big to be a treat. Someone that was asking you to be their teacher for that much longer? That was not a request, that was a job offer, and he wasn't taking something like that without some seriously better terms and conditions. He leaned back, shaking his head as the lioness leaned her head down. She was obviously thinking hard, going through it in her head.

This will be that little test. Did Thimas get through to her? Or not?

That was the question, and he wasn't sure what he was going to find out. He leaned his head back, crossing his own hands at the waist, waiting until -

"I want you."

"That's better." He smiled. "So, what's the treat?"

"...Can you...lock me up again?"

"You want to be locked this time?"

"I want to keep myself anal-only for a while. I want the chance to really train myself to be naughty. And...it makes me feel good."

"Tell me why."

"What do you mean, why? Master?"

Draconicon chuckled, slowly getting to his feet. He took his time, walking around to the other side of the table again, letting his cock sway as he did. It was just hard enough that the full girth of it really swung it from side to side, but soft enough that it didn't come right back up to point forward when it was done. It was constantly swaying, like a sexy metronome, rolling on his thighs and sac. Debby stared with a blush on her face.

"I want you to tell me why it makes you feel good. Tell your master why you want to be restricted...and tell your master why it feels so good to be a naughty, anal-only girl."

"Mmph..."

Debby shivered as he finally stopped behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders and giving them a slow rub. She shivered as he worked his hands up to the back of her neck, thumbs digging in.

"Tell me, little slut."

"Mmmph...Master..."

"Speak, if you want this treat."

"Mmmph...I want to be an anal-only girl because I know you like it...and because it makes me feel...different. Special. Like I'm doing something that other people can't. I want to feel special. And I need...I need to do something for that."

"You want to tell yourself that you're special?"

"Mmph...yes, Master..."

"You want to feel naughtier than other girls?"

"Mmmph... I want to be that girl...that girl that makes everyone else come for them. I want them to know that I'll do things that no other girl will let them do."

"You want to be the slutty cheerleader."

"I want to be more than that."

And he could hear that it was the truth. Something had finally broken in Debby's mind, something that had been standing in her way. It wasn't just that she wanted the fantasy. She wanted to be that person, the sort of slut and slave that would get that sort of attention. It wasn't just that she had an ambition to be taken care of, that she wanted to be told what to do. She wanted to be that bitch that would get the eyes of every man in school, to be the one that everyone would come to because she was the fucking best there was.

That was a huge step forward. It wasn't sustainable as a dream that would carry her through the rest of her life, but it meant that she had something to work towards, and that would make all the difference.

And, more to the point, it was enough to get his dick rising again. Even as it started sliding up along the back of her neck, the lioness turned her head. She leaned her lips down, hesitated, then licked the head of his cock. He groaned.

"I want to be the best slut that you've seen, Master. It helps me...it helps me to feel special. So...lock up my pussy...and let me be your anal-only girl."

"Heh...that is a good treat. Get on the table. I'll be right back."

Leaving Debby to rush up onto the table, he walked back to the bedroom. The lock and key was right where he'd left it the night before, in the nightstand drawer. The lioness could have come for them at any point while he was sleeping, but it seemed that she liked allowing him the power to do this to her. Maybe she wanted to prove a point, maybe not, but he liked what he was seeing.

As he tossed the metal lock up and down a few times, he imagined what it would be like to really lock her away. It would be easy enough to set a spell that would keep her from ever needing to take off the belt, to leave her pussy locked forever. It was probably something that she'd accept as a slut, right then, probably something that she was horny enough to be happy about.

But that didn't mean that he'd do it. Not yet. Not without her knowing that she was happy with her decision.

Instead, he took the key along with him. She was waiting on the table, as he had instructed, her legs spread and her feet in the air. She had herself perfectly posed so that her ass cheeks had spread with her legs, showing off her well-stretched pucker. It puffed out a bit, clenching and unclenching for his viewing pleasure, but his eyes went to her feet, instead, and he chuckled.

"Looks like you didn't bother washing up yesterday."

"I...know you like looking at bare feet, Master," she admitted.

"Bare, and dirty. Showing that you've barefoot all day."

"Just showing off for you. The way that you want me to."

"A dirty girl."

"A dirty, barefoot slave...waiting for her master to take her."

She was putting in just the perfect inflection. Well, not quite perfect. There was that hint of worry, that bit of nervousness that proved that she was still trying it as an act and didn't know if it was the right sort of thing just yet, but she was trying. He smiled, walking over to her, his cock flopping over her metal plate down there, not quite able to grind through, but leaving her feeling the warmth of it. She moaned as he gripped her ankles, holding her feet up a bit higher.

"Beautiful," he muttered, kissing her toes softly. "And definitely more attentive to my needs. You are learning."

She nodded, her cheeks on fire, her embarrassment clear, but she was still fighting through it. She wanted this, now.

He held up the lock, releasing one of her legs. She responded by slowly rubbing his cheeks with her foot, grinding her sole down his chest, rubbing her toes over his stomach until she finally managed to bend her leg down to his cock. At that point, she could have easily lifted it, could have asked him to fuck her feet.

Instead, she pushed his cock down, past the plate that covered her pussy to her gaping hole, rubbing his shaft against her ass. He groaned at the heat down there, and she gasped from the dripping pre-cum from his cock.

"Mmmmph...lock me, Master...please..."

"You want to never fuck with your pussy again."

"Oh, gods, I want it...but I want...I want you to control it."

"You want me to keep you from it?"

"I want to be that girl...that girl that learns to take it...who wants it and chooses the naughtier option, anyway."

"Hehehe..."

"What...what's so funny, Master?"

"Just how much you've changed. And how much you want this."

It was the fact that she wanted it, rather than needed it, that hit the button for him. She no longer required him to do this sort of thing. She didn't want to tell her pussy to fuck off, but instead, wanted to be naughty enough that she would learn to prefer her ass on her own. Not to stop liking her pussy, but to have the tools to learn how to be a good anal girl until she could control herself.

She clearly loved this body more than the last one. He imagined that Deke was probably a thing of the past, and Debby was the future.

He lowered the lock to her chastity belt, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her toes pressed against his ass cheeks, slowly pushing him forward. His cock pushed past her rim, squelching into her ass, and she moaned. He barely kept himself from doing the same, grunting under his breath as he felt how deep he went on that first thrust.

"Mmmph...oh, you love that..."

"I love it so much, Master...I love big things in my ass...I l-love...it..."

He waited for her next gasp to pass, long enough for there to be enough quiet for her to hear -

Click.

The padlock was jammed into place, and the belt was locked on. She moaned, her hole clenching down on his cock in that moment, and her legs shook. Oh, she liked that, alright. She liked being locked up a lot.

She shivered as she laid under him, looking up at him, and he smiled as he felt her clenching, milking at his cock almost constantly. It would have been so easy to fuck her right there and then, but...

He slowly pulled back, instead, taking his time to really get her to tease him as he pulled back to her rim. Her hole pulled tight around his shaft, trying to suck him right back into her, and he refused. All he did was pull back, finally resting his cock on her ass cheeks rather than inside her. She groaned.

"Mmmph...why..."

"Because we're doing something else today."

"Come on..."

"You want to get known as a slave-slut?"

"...Kinda..."

"Then we're going to do an advertisement for you."

"An...advertisement?" She blinked, slowly lifting her head. "But I thought you said -"

"I said that someone couldn't just be a slave, and that's true. That said, if you want to be a hooker-slave, then that's something different." He smiled. "Sex work, while not exactly easy, is possible, provided that you can be better about being picky. Do you think that you can do that?"

"After Thimas last night, I think I can figure that out..."

"Then come on."

It didn't take long to get things set up the cameras and the pillows, not to mention the toys that they would be using. Draconicon made sure that the three cameras and three different angles didn't end up filming the other cameras at the same time, and then stepped back behind the laptops that he had set up at the foot of the bed.

"Are you, um...are you sure this is going to work, Master?"

Debby's confidence had waned slightly, but she was still obviously excited. The stiff peaks of her nipples and the wet trails running down her thighs made that clear. She kept looking from the toys that were laid out in a line behind her to the cameras and back again, shivering as her tail kept rising.

"I'm sure, Debby. We're going to do a couple of different videos. All you have to do is flirt with the camera, be a little naughty, be a little sexy."

"Aren't they the same things?"

"Not in the slightest. Sexy can be as demure and pure as you like. Naughty is...dirtier. Raunchier. Heh. Naughtier."

"I...think I get it."

"You'll want the boys that see this to know that you'll do the things that their girlfriends won't. You want them to see you and know that you'll do stuff like, say, let them fuck your ass and then suck them clean, after."

"...That's gross...and yet...kinda hot," she admitted.

"Long as you keep clean, not an issue."

"You sure?"

"Oh, yes."

He'd done that more than once himself in times of need. He was very sure about that. Draconicon adjusted two of the cameras, zooming in with one while shifting the angle of another. One focused on her bare, dirty soles, while another focused on her ass, with the third pointed at her from the front to get an overall shot that kept her face juuuust out of full view. It would add a hint of mystery, and keep her from being directly charged at school for sex work, which he was trying to avoid.

After all, just because prostitution wasn't completely illegal didn't mean that it was completely legal. She might be able to make money on this, even a living, but that didn't mean that she could stop being careful.

Besides, guys were visual. They'd want to know what was down there, not above the neck. Not unless they were getting a blowjob.

"Alright, I think that we're all set up and ready to go here. You ready?"

"Um, just one question."

"Hmm?"

"What do I do?"

Draconicon chuckled. There it was. He knew that the little wriggle of inexperience would come up again sooner or later, but it wasn't so bad as it had been. He tapped a couple of keys on the laptop, shrugging.

"I guess that depends on you."

"I mean, I guess that I should say something sexy, just..."

"Hmm?"

"I don't know what other people find sexy."

"Well, what do you like?"

"..."

"Okay, better question. What do you want other people to see you like?"

"..." Debby smiled. "I think I have an idea."

"Great. Ready when you are."

She nodded, and he started the cameras going. The lioness slowly rose up, swaying as she did, going from lying on her side to kneeling for the camera. She ran her hands down her hips, framing her chastity belt as she did, and moaned in frustration and desire alike. It was just good enough to get his dick to twitch under his robe, though it could have used a little more practice. Overall, though, not bad.

"Mmmm, are you looking for a bitch that'll do anything?" she asked in a voice that was just short of true sultriness. Good lines, though. "Well, you found her."

She used her tail, clumsily bringing one of the horse-shaped toys to the front. She rolled her hips around it, bringing it up so that it was pressing the flare between her cheeks. One hand on one side, pulling it open, showing her gape to the camera.

"I do anything...for anyone big enough to be worth my time..."

Good, good, a nice qualifier, a good challenge.

"I'm a good...dirty...slut..."

When she said 'dirty', she brought her dusty foot to the side of the shaft, emphasizing it in a way that was both visual and audible. He nodded, giving her a thumbs up as she slowly slid down the shaft. The moan that followed from taking it, and taking it dry for that matter, was going to send boys running for their credit cards in seconds.

"Mmmph...so if you think you've got the dick...look up this dirty little slut...and see if I can take your cock...deeper than this one..."

And with that, she slid her ass back up, popping the flare free. The soft 'pop' sound left her gasping, and she fell forward, groaning and covering her asshole with both hands.

"Oh, GOD why did I do that?"

"Yeah, doing that dry can be a mistake."

"Fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck..."

"You looked hot, though."

"Thanks...ow..."

Biting back a chuckle, he ended the recording. It'd be easy enough to edit that clip, and they'd probably need a few more takes, anyway. Still, at least she'd gotten the bit with the insertion and riding done properly. He walked around from behind the laptop, resting his hand on her hip.

"Do you need an icepack?"

"Probably."

"I'll get it."

"Thanks, Master."

"And then we can talk about doing that first part again. Now that I know what you're doing, we can film it a bit better."

"Nnnngh..."

"And we'll need a few fetish takes, too. Something to show off those dirty feet of yours."

"Are you sure that's not just for you, Master?"

"Oh, it's for me, but there's other foot-lovers like me out there. They'll want to see you. And then, you can worry about them figuring out that it's you when you walk barefoot to class."

The blush on the lioness's face was just what he wanted to see, and he chuckled as he left to get the promised ice pack. She was really coming along, now that she knew what she wanted to be.

They watched the advertisements together, edited them, watched them again, edited out the worst of the bunch, and then put the whole thing out on a board for various 'favors' that, while mostly frequented by other college students, was used by most of the town for getting different jobs done. She would have all the audience that she could ask for, and then some.

Once it was done, Debby could hardly be pulled from her phone. Draconicon smiled to himself, shaking his head as he walked back to his room, pulling out his laptop and getting back to his own work. He made sure to send an email of thanks off to Thimas, knowing how much the badger had done to help set the lioness on the right path, and then turned his attention to the work at hand, of writing another story.

He was just starting to settle in when a second email popped in. Not from Thimas, but from Debby. Cocking his head to the side, he glanced back towards the living room, then opened it.

It was a series of quick, amateur photos, but all of them taken to show off the lioness's ass and her feet at the same time. She spread her toes in each one, and in some, she had a pair of toe-rings on. Edited on with digital software, he realized, and with a little dragon-head on each, as if showing that she was -

Owned by me...

His cock jumped beneath the desk, and it only got harder and harder as he kept scrolling through the different images. Some showed the lioness on her hands and knees, making an offering of her ass and her feet, but it soon transitioned into other positions, including one where she was lying on her side, using her toes to pull her ass cheeks apart and offer her asshole to him.

His cock was hard as hell by the time that he noticed that she had body-writing added to the later photos, edited in again. Some said something as simple as 'cum here' written across her soles, but others were hotter, more elaborate.

One across her ass cheek said, 'Fuck Meat.'

Another, right over her ass and under her tail, said, 'Your girlfriend won't, but I will.'

Another, right at the edge of her chastity belt, said, 'Common slit, prime hole,' with arrows pointing up and down to indicate which was better.

But perhaps hottest of all was an image of Debby on her back, her face blacked out, but with an image that roughly approximated his own dick running from Debby's ass to her belly, showing how far in he went every time that they fucked. The writing this time spread across both her ass cheeks, and it said, 'My master fills me so good. Think that you can do half as well?'

He looked up at her bare, dusty soles, and saw more there. 'Master loves dirty feet; soak 'em for me?'

"...You dirty little slut..."

"Maaaaster?"

"Heh, you tease. Were you trying to get me all riled up to finish the job from earlier?"

"Maaaaybe."

"Oh, you little..."

He looked at the screen. There was still plenty of time to get the writing done, and once Debby got started with the slut-work that all the advertisements were going to get her, he wouldn't have nearly the time to use her. Hell, she probably would find all the reasons she could to find more 'clients', more people that would be there to show her what kind of dirty slut she actually was. Not that he minded that, as he had meant to give her a way to be herself, to find something that she liked to be. This was it, obviously.

But that meant that if he wanted some time with her, he'd need to take it now, rather than waiting for her to come to him. And she was taking the time to really push herself, making little images like this. He closed the word document, leaving the computer behind to find the lioness waiting for him in the living room. She was on the couch, ass facing him, and slowly swaying it from side to side.

"All yours, Master," Debby said.

"Damn right it is..."

The End

Summary: Debby seems to have had a breakthrough, and is eager for the chance to show that she can be better than she was.

Tags: M/F, F/solo, Exhibitionism, Slavery, Master/Submissive, Femsub, Lioness, Draconicon, Dragon, Foot Fetish, Toe Ring, Body Writing, Dildo, Anal, Chastity Belt, Dry Insertion, Series, Teaching, Serving,