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She tried to steady herself with soft breaths but found it fanned the flames of her smoldering anxiety. A silly thing, she assured herself. She was old enough to know her past exploits were going to be, as younger people would say, cringe-inducing. Her past self didn’t care at the time, just as she didn’t care to put in a rule that her personal home movies were not on the table for movie night. But the person she was decades ago was different from who she was now. Sadly, who she was now wasn’t as careful with rulings as she hoped. \n\n“Found one!” Amethyst said, returning with a homemade VHS tape held over her head and Rebecca following. The vole carried a smug and bratty smile that Helga returned with confidence. She’d seen the same look across her young punk girlfriend hundreds of times now, more than she could say for any of the guests on her tapes. It invited action. A call to take the rodent by her green-dyed sidecut and bring her to the basement, the bedroom, or even between the pig’s own muscled thighs. \n\nRebecca’s smile meanwhile was offset by her hunched form. The pitbull’s posture had a habit of shrinking when excited, not that Helga ever called her out on it. She guessed it was due to years of watching films alone on a small TV. The exceptions to this were when she joined in or watched Helga make use of her punky bitch. In those moments she’d straighten herself, gnawing at her lip until it was her turn to taste Amethyst’s juices. Never directly, not a cuckpuppy like her. There was too much thrill in suckling her mistress’s cunt from the drenched fingers of Amethyst’s mistress. \n\nEnticing as that scenario was, Helga held off on it and nodded. “Did you? Which one is it?” \n\nRebecca opened her mouth to speak but Amy shushed her, “We figured it’d be more fun to play it blindly.”\n\n“I name all my tapes, Amy,” Helga stated, playing along despite her annoyance. Being dominant didn’t make her a control freak but she preferred it when people weren’t trying to surprise her. \n\n“Then you’ll know what this one is early on.” Without another word, Amy offered the tape to Rebecca. The vole knew how to operate a VHS by now, but Rebecca enjoyed following small orders. She wore her play collar religiously, after all, the thick leather kept tight enough to feel every time she breathed. At some point, Helga needed to get the pitbull an outside collar. A necklace or choker of some sort. \n\nAfter setting the TV on Rebecca moved to kneel on the floor but Helga stopped her. “It’s movie night, not a session. Take to the couch.” \n\n“R-Right,” the pitbull’s blue-furred face blushed. “Sorry, I just saw your photo album and got in the mood.”\n\nAmy kicked out a seat cushion to the floor as Helga rolled her eyes. “You can sit here then.” The vole directed, lining Rebecca’s place between the two of them. Easy to do when she pulled her feet up to the couch to snuggle up against her mistress’s strong arm. Helga’s anxieties vanished with her lover’s touch. Their heads nestled against one another as the video played. \n\nA concrete room that reminded Helga of the hundreds of warehouses she’d entered appeared on the screen. Echoes of footsteps of her boots and scraping claws mixed together until two women appeared on screen. She paid little attention to her younger self, merely guessing this was her mid to late twenties by the tattoos on her arms. The other woman drew her in. Covered in scales mixed with silver and white, she carried a smug smile eerily reminiscent of the brat at her arm now. \n“Is that a dragon?” Amy asked, surprised.\n\nHelga nodded just as the woman spread her wings on screen. “Smaragdine,” She said, having just remembered the woman’s name. “Met her back in California.”\n\n“There are dragons in California?” \n\n“There are dragons in New York too,” Rebecca said, eyes glued to the screen. “Though you can find any kind of person in New York. Are there no dragons in Michigan?” \n“None that I’ve seen.” Amy sank into the couch, thinking. \n\n“You wouldn’t find many here,” Helga said, pulling her girlfriend in, “Might have something to do with the weather.”\n\n“So why’s she naked and you aren’t?” Rebecca asked, pointing to the TV. Smaragdine’s nudity didn’t strike her as odd given the nature of her personal collection, but the question had merit given Helga’s attire. The pig wore nothing but her top and dark pants. There was a bundle of rope in her hands that Amethyst asked about just as Helga noticed it.\n\n“Let’s just watch,” Helga said, suddenly remembering the event. Smaragdine entered a combat stance with a cocky grin. Her opponent mirrored it in legs only, keeping her arms loose to clasp the rope more easily. The dragon dashed forward at the opening, teeth bared and wings out.\n\nIn a fluid motion, Helga sidestepped and tossed a lasso before the dragon. It coiled around her like a snake and tightened with a pull. Strong arms locked around Smaragdine’s neck, holding her steady for a quick tie around her legs and tail. \n\nHelga watched her younger self work the rope like a master. She tied the dragon’s maw shut and forced her hands to her shoulders. Her breasts were pushed forward with several loops of rope tightening them, followed by successive slaps to add some red to their growing purple color. The wings were coiled against her body rather than forcibly folded in, almost like a food wrap. \n\n“You told me you never did rope before,” Amethyst couldn’t help but sound judgemental in her tone.\n\nBlushing, Helga coughed. “I hadn’t done rope in a long time would be more accurate. How else could I have picked it back up so quickly?” She preferred leather and metal restraints anyway. Rope took too much prep. Her encounter with Smaragdine was supposed to be a wrestling match but neither woman could pull off pretending as such. The kind of ties she was doing required a willing participant. \n\n“Don’t feel too bad, princess,” The pig’s voice echoed from the TV. She cringed into her seat, bracing herself for the dialogue. “Natural to assume a pig could not beat a dragon.” She pulled the rope taut, straining Smaragdine’s body in the intricate hogtie. “Pity the piggy you’ve got is me.”\nHer girls laughed. Rebecca tried to hold it in beyond a snicker and Amethyst buried her face in Helga’s arm to muffle herself. “It was said in the moment.” Helga argued, her pink face red. \n\n“And it’s adorable,” Amethyst whispered, trailing a finger along her mistress’s chain tattoo. “Maybe this piggy could tie me up like the dragon? Or do I need to wrestle you for it?”\n\nSeeing movie night as a bust, Helga paused the TV and then hoisted Amethyst over her shoulders. “As if you could,” Helga said, spanking her vole’s skirted bottom to hear a delightful squeal mix with excited giggles. Rebecca turned to face them, still kneeling while Helga stood up. \n\n“Can I watch?” she asked.\n\nHelga shook her head. “What I have in mind requires both of you. Get crawling.” \n\n***\n\nI lucked out with another piece from Literaturabdsm, this time getting some art of Helga. Bound underneath the piggy's boot is Van-Roster's dragon lady, Smaragdine.\n\nCharacters belong to their respective owners. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Helga’s nails dug deep into her living room couch’s armrest. She tried to steady herself with soft breaths but found it fanned the flames of her smoldering anxiety. A silly thing, she assured herself. She was old enough to know her past exploits were going to be, as younger people would say, cringe-inducing. Her past self didn’t care at the time, just as she didn’t care to put in a rule that her personal home movies were not on the table for movie night. But the person she was decades ago was different from who she was now. Sadly, who she was now wasn’t as careful with rulings as she hoped.

“Found one!” Amethyst said, returning with a homemade VHS tape held over her head and Rebecca following. The vole carried a smug and bratty smile that Helga returned with confidence. She’d seen the same look across her young punk girlfriend hundreds of times now, more than she could say for any of the guests on her tapes. It invited action. A call to take the rodent by her green-dyed sidecut and bring her to the basement, the bedroom, or even between the pig’s own muscled thighs.

Rebecca’s smile meanwhile was offset by her hunched form. The pitbull’s posture had a habit of shrinking when excited, not that Helga ever called her out on it. She guessed it was due to years of watching films alone on a small TV. The exceptions to this were when she joined in or watched Helga make use of her punky bitch. In those moments she’d straighten herself, gnawing at her lip until it was her turn to taste Amethyst’s juices. Never directly, not a cuckpuppy like her. There was too much thrill in suckling her mistress’s cunt from the drenched fingers of Amethyst’s mistress.

Enticing as that scenario was, Helga held off on it and nodded. “Did you? Which one is it?”

Rebecca opened her mouth to speak but Amy shushed her, “We figured it’d be more fun to play it blindly.”

“I name all my tapes, Amy,” Helga stated, playing along despite her annoyance. Being dominant didn’t make her a control freak but she preferred it when people weren’t trying to surprise her.

“Then you’ll know what this one is early on.” Without another word, Amy offered the tape to Rebecca. The vole knew how to operate a VHS by now, but Rebecca enjoyed following small orders. She wore her play collar religiously, after all, the thick leather kept tight enough to feel every time she breathed. At some point, Helga needed to get the pitbull an outside collar. A necklace or choker of some sort.

After setting the TV on Rebecca moved to kneel on the floor but Helga stopped her. “It’s movie night, not a session. Take to the couch.”

“R-Right,” the pitbull’s blue-furred face blushed. “Sorry, I just saw your photo album and got in the mood.”

Amy kicked out a seat cushion to the floor as Helga rolled her eyes. “You can sit here then.” The vole directed, lining Rebecca’s place between the two of them. Easy to do when she pulled her feet up to the couch to snuggle up against her mistress’s strong arm. Helga’s anxieties vanished with her lover’s touch. Their heads nestled against one another as the video played.

A concrete room that reminded Helga of the hundreds of warehouses she’d entered appeared on the screen. Echoes of footsteps of her boots and scraping claws mixed together until two women appeared on screen. She paid little attention to her younger self, merely guessing this was her mid to late twenties by the tattoos on her arms. The other woman drew her in. Covered in scales mixed with silver and white, she carried a smug smile eerily reminiscent of the brat at her arm now.
“Is that a dragon?” Amy asked, surprised.

Helga nodded just as the woman spread her wings on screen. “Smaragdine,” She said, having just remembered the woman’s name. “Met her back in California.”

“There are dragons in California?”

“There are dragons in New York too,” Rebecca said, eyes glued to the screen. “Though you can find any kind of person in New York. Are there no dragons in Michigan?”
“None that I’ve seen.” Amy sank into the couch, thinking.

“You wouldn’t find many here,” Helga said, pulling her girlfriend in, “Might have something to do with the weather.”

“So why’s she naked and you aren’t?” Rebecca asked, pointing to the TV. Smaragdine’s nudity didn’t strike her as odd given the nature of her personal collection, but the question had merit given Helga’s attire. The pig wore nothing but her top and dark pants. There was a bundle of rope in her hands that Amethyst asked about just as Helga noticed it.

“Let’s just watch,” Helga said, suddenly remembering the event. Smaragdine entered a combat stance with a cocky grin. Her opponent mirrored it in legs only, keeping her arms loose to clasp the rope more easily. The dragon dashed forward at the opening, teeth bared and wings out.

In a fluid motion, Helga sidestepped and tossed a lasso before the dragon. It coiled around her like a snake and tightened with a pull. Strong arms locked around Smaragdine’s neck, holding her steady for a quick tie around her legs and tail.

Helga watched her younger self work the rope like a master. She tied the dragon’s maw shut and forced her hands to her shoulders. Her breasts were pushed forward with several loops of rope tightening them, followed by successive slaps to add some red to their growing purple color. The wings were coiled against her body rather than forcibly folded in, almost like a food wrap.

“You told me you never did rope before,” Amethyst couldn’t help but sound judgemental in her tone.

Blushing, Helga coughed. “I hadn’t done rope in a long time would be more accurate. How else could I have picked it back up so quickly?” She preferred leather and metal restraints anyway. Rope took too much prep. Her encounter with Smaragdine was supposed to be a wrestling match but neither woman could pull off pretending as such. The kind of ties she was doing required a willing participant.

“Don’t feel too bad, princess,” The pig’s voice echoed from the TV. She cringed into her seat, bracing herself for the dialogue. “Natural to assume a pig could not beat a dragon.” She pulled the rope taut, straining Smaragdine’s body in the intricate hogtie. “Pity the piggy you’ve got is me.”
Her girls laughed. Rebecca tried to hold it in beyond a snicker and Amethyst buried her face in Helga’s arm to muffle herself. “It was said in the moment.” Helga argued, her pink face red.

“And it’s adorable,” Amethyst whispered, trailing a finger along her mistress’s chain tattoo. “Maybe this piggy could tie me up like the dragon? Or do I need to wrestle you for it?”

Seeing movie night as a bust, Helga paused the TV and then hoisted Amethyst over her shoulders. “As if you could,” Helga said, spanking her vole’s skirted bottom to hear a delightful squeal mix with excited giggles. Rebecca turned to face them, still kneeling while Helga stood up.

“Can I watch?” she asked.

Helga shook her head. “What I have in mind requires both of you. Get crawling.”

***

I lucked out with another piece from Literaturabdsm, this time getting some art of Helga. Bound underneath the piggy's boot is Van-Roster's dragon lady, Smaragdine.

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