Kati woke up the following day, her paws still tingling from the licking she received from Isabelle the night before. Isabelle herself was not in her own bed, she had fallen asleep at Kati's feet, in a fairly uncomfortable-looking position. Kati prodded her with her toe-claws to wake her up. “Uhh...I don't feel so good...” Isabelle said as she awoke and stretched. “I'm not surprised, you couldn't have had a good sleep like that!” Isabelle looked at her wall clock and then opened her eyes wide. “Crap! It's almost lunchtime! How long did we stay up last night... We need to get down to the dining hall, I can tell you about all the other dragons here!” “Whatever, as long as I get food...I didn't even get to eat any of that last night.” –------------------------------------------ Kati and Isabelle made their way straight to the Claw House dining hall, which was only a few seconds walk past the reception desk. It was much busier than Kati expected, considering she had barely seen any other dragons strolling around, there were at least 100 in this massive hall, some sat at tables, others queueing for food. “You just sit down, I'll get your food for you again! It's only fair seeing as I...kinda licked up all of yours last night...sorry about that!” Isabelle said before leaving Kati for the food queue, not even giving her any time to reply. As Isabelle joined the queue, Kati sat down at a table by herself, looking around at all the others in the room. There were all kinds of dragons there, male and female, tall and short, muscly and weak, old and young. There were some very small, young-looking dragons in there who Kati thought couldn't have possibly been older than about 10. “Hey, is it alright if I sit down here for a minute?” Kati heard a deep voice say these words, and it took her a few seconds to realise that they were directed at her. She turned her head to the left to see a clearly teenage male dragon stood beside her, short and weak but very cute with short, stubby, non-threatening horns and claws. “Oh! Of course! You didn't even have to ask!” Kati said, blushing slightly as he took a seat opposite her. She had never talked to another male dragon before, at least not one of a similar age to her. “Cheers! My mates should be coming along soon, but I always have to wait here by myself for them! I don't think I've seen you here before, when did you arrive?” “Oh...er...only yesterday. I don't know many people here...I'm staying with someone called Isabelle, that's about it.” “Hey, I know her! I was one of the dragons who showed her around when she first arrived! Last I saw of her she had started a fight in here with another dragon...haven't spoke to her since he had her ordeal. I've been here for four years now, trust me when I say it only takes you a few days to feel right at home.” “I'm sure it does! Just...you know...nerves and that.” Kati replied, getting flustered. She couldn't say any more as Isabelle had returned with food in tow. “Hiiii!” Isabelle said in a high-pitched tone, “They had pizza! First time in a few weeks!...Oh, I see you are keeping the newbie company here, Tora!” “Just waiting for my mates as usual, I assume you two have been having fun?” replied Tora. Kati was simply thinking about how cute she thought the name Tora was. “Tons of fun! Hey, how about we all go to the arcade room after lunch? There's some great stuff in there, they have Defender!” “The newbie here said that she arrived yesterday, that means her first play session will be straight after lunch, I think you had better show her to the play rooms, Isabelle. Oh, and I need to go, my mates are here. I'll see you later...and I'm sure we'll get to know each other better soon,...sorry, I don't think I caught your name?” Tora said, looking at Kati. “Oh...my name is Kati! I'd love to talk more!” “Pfft! You just don't want to come play in the arcade with us!” shouted Isabelle, “I might even beat your high score today!” “You sure? Because you're current score is pretty shite, Isabelle...” Tora said as he walked off with a group of three other dragons. Isabelle stood up and shouted back at him. “You watch your fucking language when you're talking to me, Tora! And I'll show you!” Isabelle sat down and promptly began ripping apart the pizza she had gotten with her teeth. Kati was slightly more graceful with her food and took small bites. With her mouth still full, Isabelle began pointing to other dragons sat around them. “That group over there, you don't want to get involved with them, bunch of bell-ends. He is really boring, she is cool, he is cool, ooh! That girl over there gave me some sweets once! She's cool...He's boring...He's a knobhead...Never spoken to her...” –---------------------------------------------- After lunch, Isabelle guided Kati through the corridors again, and stopped in front of the corridor of rooms they had both been in the day before. “Our mistress is usually in Room 7, it's down at the end there. Make sure you come down to the arcade after you have finished! See ya!” Isabelle said, before she strolled off and entered a nearby room filled with arcade machines. Kati entered the corridor and began looking for Room 8, but a few metres into the room, she could hear a fairly unsettling noise. It sounded like someone crying, but extremely muffled, and with an accompanying whirring mechanical sound. The volume of the noises grew as she ventured further down the corridor, although she tried to ignore it and simply look for Room 7. She was getting close until she noticed that she was approaching a door that was left wide open. Not only that, it sounded like the strange noises were emerging from this room. Kati was curious and wanted to enter the door and look around to find the source, but decided against it lest it be considered a violation. However, as she walked past the door, she didn't have to enter to see what the source was. Visible from outside the door was a young-looking male dragon, restrained in a very uncomfortable-looking position with full sensory deprivation bondage. A blindfold, ear mufflers, a ball gag and ropes tied around every part of his body that could possibly move. It was very clear that he had been crying for a long time as his face was red and tears were still flowing from his blindfold. In front of him, his feet were in stocks with each of his toes tightly tied back with string, and his taut, stretched soles were being tickle tortured by a feather roller. Kati was mesmerised by witnessing such a strong torture, but the curiosity soon turned to panic when she saw a large, well-built, older male dragon step into view and begin fondling the ears of the tortured dragon, as if to tease him more, obviously the master to the poor victim. Kati thought that she would surely be accosted or punished for eavesdropping, but that did not happen. The master dragon did spot her, but did not say anything, and in fact simply smiled at her. “Kati!” Kati's viewing of the punishment was cut short as he heard her mistresses' voice shout her name from a few doors down. “You are 5 minutes early! That's a very good sign. Go and strap yourself into your restraints!” –------------------------------------------- Kati's bondage for her first session was mainly comprised of metal rings that she placed her ankles into and closed, and some leather straps hanging from the ceiling that were used to restrain her forepaws. Kati felt rather snug within her restraints, although the metal around her ankles was very tight and did not offer much room for movement. “I wanted your first session to be solo so I could explore you in more detail myself, young dragoness.” said the mistress “You reacted very well to the brief tickling in your initiation, and you certainly seem to have a good ability to dish out the same to others, but I need to record your limits for future reference.” “My...my limits?” Kati replied worriedly. “In the event I need to carry out a punishment on you, I need to know where you draw the line yourself. When a torture goes from sadist pleasure to just painful and unpleasant. There are some dragons here who simply cannot handle anything stronger than a feather between their toes, others need blood to be drawn before they begin to suffer. Finding out where your line is allows me to ensure I can give you maximum pleasure without causing distress. As well as ensuring I can easily cause you distress if I like...” “I'm afraid I don't have any idea where my limit is, mistress... The only experience I have had was my initiation...” “That's what we are here to find out, silly girl!” The mistress responded sharply before quickly revealing a feather and swiping it once up Kati's left foot. She had given no warning and the sudden tickle caused the bound dragoness to squeal loudly. “And we will have a lot of fun whilst we are finding it out too...” The mistress began to swish the feather all around Kati's trapped white soles, causing her to giggle, not too loudly but enough to make it clear that the tickling was effective. It didn't take long for the mistress to discover Kati's weak spots. Teasing to her hollow arches always caused her feet to tightly scrunch up and her giggles to grow slightly in volume, and sliding the feather forward and back between her thick, clawed toes had them wiggling and splaying like crazy. Kati was greatly enjoying the sensation. While certainly ticklish, the feather created a very light, teasing tickle within her feet that was more humiliating than properly torturous, and her giggles were similarly light and pleasant. The grin on her face grew massively whenever she felt the feather go between her toes. “You are enjoying the feather, yes?” The mistress asked, clearly enjoying the cute smile on Kati's face. “Hahaha...yes!...please...hahaha..keep going!” The mistress did not do what she had asked, however, and put the feather down. “You will be feeling the feather on your feet a lot soon enough, but here I am trying to find the point where you don't enjoy it.” She picked up what looked like a small electric toothbrush and flicked it on straight away, the sound of the whirring vibrations immediately filling the room. “You remember back to your initiation? When I used the brush on your feet? You seemed to be laughing quite loudly with that. Now, laugh even louder for me...” The mistress went straight for the arch of her right foot, holding the spinning bristles against it and gradually pushing deeper. The brush made a sharp grinding noise against the scaly skin, but it was a struggle to hear it as Kati's laughter soon began at great volume. Her toes clenched tightly and she vainly tried to wiggle her foot away in a panic response as she felt the sharp, pointy bristles spin quickly on her soft sole. Her laughs were so loud that the mistress had to shout to be heard over them. “Does that feel good? Or is it too much? Remember, if this is your limit then tell me and I won't go any further!” “NOHAHA!” Kati struggled to respond, “KEEP-HAHAHAHA-KEEP GOING!” The mistress was rather surprised. Out of all the dragons she had played with, Kati seemed the most pleasured by extreme foot tickling. Most of her dragons always reported the electric brush to be their maximum limit, their most intense form of play, the method that would only be used briefly at the end of a session to drive them wild. But here was Kati, begging for more. She was both ashamed and humiliated, but she loved every second of it. The feeling of helplessness, the feeling of the intense tickling and stimulation to her sensitive feet, the feeling of the cold metal restraints as her ankles writhed within them. But she didn't know why. She saw that male dragon in agony and crying with a feather roller, why was she so desperate to increase her own torment? The mistress soon began rubbing the electric brush all over every inch of her soles, and Kati began to feel even weirder. Although her laughter was overbearing, another sensation began to grow inside of her, a sensation of arousal. She could feel herself becoming very hot and bothered, as the stimulation to her feet grew, so did her desire to stimulate herself... The electric brush traversed her scaly feet for 15 minutes, her laughs staying consistent for the entire time, before the mistress turned off the brush. “Very good girl! You are FAR more willing than my other dragonesses! So, would you say that was your limit or not?” “No...” Kati replied, albeit between heavy pants as she caught her breath, “...give me more...please, mistress...i need to feel more...” “That's what I wanted to hear...” The mistress said, before replacing the electric brush with a small pinwheel contraption, several sharp pins all arranged in a circle that could roll over a scaly surface very easily. “The pinwheel is my strongest tool. It is the borderline between tickling and pain. A light roll will cause unbearable tickling sensations to travel all the way up your legs, a deep roll will cause the pins to gently prick your soft soles and cause a continuous sensation of very dull pain.” Kati did not say anything in response, she simply blushed and smiled as if to show excitement, and gently wiggled her toes together in anticipation. The mistress returned the smile, before gently placing the pinwheel onto her arches and very slowly and lightly rolling it across. Kati did not laugh, although the tickling was nothing like she had ever felt before, and was much stronger than the electric brush. The gentle poking of the pins instead caused her to moan and whimper. Moans and whimpers that constantly fluctuated in volume and intensity, which she let out as she kept her eyes shut and her cheeks bright red. In the brief moments where she wasn't moaning, she was loudly panting in ecstasy. After about two minutes of rolling on her arches, Kati felt the pins push deeper. The mistress was clearly trying to push her into the pain territory. She had been wary of painful play, but as soon as she felt one of the pins make a prick in her foot, she wanted more. She needed more. But, much to her frustration, she did not get more, as she only felt the pins torture her soles for about three minutes. “Good girl...” The mistress said whilst gently fondling the tips of Kati's toes “You embrace torture on your paws. You are an obedient dragoness. You are definitely worthy of living here at Claw House! Now that we know that the pinwheel is your limit, I can let you go for now...” “It isn't...” Kati said softly, still panting. “What? You mean...” “With all due respect, mistress. I need to have more... My paws need to be tortured harder...” The mistress was taken aback. She had never seen a dragon that could even stand the pinwheel without begging for mercy. Never in her lifetime did she expect for a dragoness to be begging for genuine torture. But Kati had never felt anything like it before. Tortured and humiliated, she was extremely ashamed of herself for feeling these emotions...but she didn't care. The mistress, however, was wary of using harder tortures in a play situation. “...You want something harder than the pinwheel?...But that would be a punishment, surely? You have been a good dragon, I have no reason to use harder methods!” Kati blushed extremely hard and tilted her head downwards, embarrassed, but she was desperate. “No, mistress...I've been a bad dragon...A very, very bad dragon...And I need to be tortured more...” “Interesting...” The mistress had to search through her tools to find something that she would consider harder than a pinwheel, but she could not. She was not prepared for this occasion. “I'm afraid I can't do what you ask, Kati. I don't have any equipment-” “-That brush! That brush you used on me last time!” Kati shouted, signalling the large bristly brush that had tickled her feet for her initiation. “What do you mean? That brush is fairly light by your standards! The electric brush is far more--” “Not the brush itself, mistress... It has a wooden handle...A very big, hard wooden handle...” “Err...I'm not quite sure what you mean-” “Smack me! Let me feel a beating on my paws!” Kati loudly shouted at the mistress. She was like a completely different dragon to the one who had been strapped in to the restraints. Normally a timid, cute, soft-spoken dragon, Kati was now loud, angry and begging to be punished. The mistress, while excited at having such a devoted subject at her disposal, had never delivered foot beatings before. Nevertheless, she wanted to see whether the young, restrained white dragoness would truly enjoy what was normally reserved for punishments, so she began to gently tap the tormented feet with the hard wooden handle. “Harder!” Kati shouted, although the mistress did not want to go much harder as she was afraid of causing injury. The tapping gently worked it's way up to slapping, creating loud, satisfying slap noises as the wood contacted the flesh. “Please, harder!” Realising that Kati was going to keep asking to go harder, the mistress decided to go all out. She pulled back and laid an extremely hard and rough smack across both of the helpless soles, immediately causing her to scream loudly, seemingly from pain rather than pleasure. The scream was so loud that the mistress became very worried and thought she may have caused her severe injury, especially as a red mark soon appeared on Kati's white soles, her toes staying clenched tightly for several seconds after the hit. While concerned, she couldn't resist testing how sensitive the smack made her feet, and traced a claw along the welt that had appeared, which caused Kati to scream again and splay her toes out wide. “Are you OK? I knew I shouldn't have gone too hard on you...” “Yes, mistress... Just please do me one more thing...” “What is it? I know I am your superior but I think you deserve some soothing on your paws after that! ” “No, mistress, don't soothe me...smack me again” “Are...are you serious? You just screamed in pain!” “I know...but one smack isn't enough... ...I think I can scream louder...”