Kati wasn't sure what to think when she saw the bound purple dragoness. Compared to the standard restraints that had just been used on her, the hogtie this dragoness was placed in looked far more restrictive and uncomfortable. Her forepaws were tied behind her back, which was an awkward position for any dragon, with her back legs raised in the air, her ankles connected to her wrists via rope keeping her hind feet suspended in the air. A very fancy-looking leather muzzle covered the lower half of her face, her emotions could be expressed only through her eyes. Whilst her eyes looked fairly worried, she was not struggling or fighting the bondage at all, almost as if she had simply accepted that this was her place.

Kati then thought about what the mistress had just said. What did she mean by helping? She wouldn't want to cause any harm or pain to anyone else, was she expected to torture the dragon herself? These thoughts all raced through her mind before the mistress spoke up again.

“This dragoness in front of you is named Isabelle. She has a history of poor behaviour. Once again, she has been caught stealing funds from her roommates. Third time this month, isn't it, Izzy?” The mistress said, pulling the horns of the bound dragon and forcing her to make eye contact. Kati was slightly taken aback by how roughly Isabelle was being treated. The mistress dropped her head back on the ground and looked up to Kati.

“You certainly seemed to respond well to light tickle torture earlier, young Kati. That sort of thing is what you will typically be receiving. But 'light' is the key word there. Now you have a chance to see first-hand what I do to naughty dragons, and I'll give you the chance to play with her yourself aswell! Just sit down and watch until I give you an order, understood?”

Kati nodded and watched as the mistress opened a set of tools which had been lying on the floor next to the bound Isabelle. Some of the tools she didn't even recognise. She noticed the mistress hesitate, wondering which to choose. She picked up a large pink feather duster, which looked almost like candy floss, before walking to Isabelle's hogtied feet and straightening them up.

“Feet up now, girl! You need to have your soles nice and taut for your punishment, don't you?” The mistress said whilst gently rubbing the plastic handle of the duster across her arches, which made Isabelle let out a very small, quiet moan through her muzzle. The tone of the mistress' voice was very patronising and condescending, to the point where it was making Kati feel humiliated and she wasn't even the one being punished.

The mistress giggled to herself, “Your feet have always been very cute and sensitive, Isabelle. I wonder how this will feel.” She then moves the duster across her arches until the feathers make contact. She begins to wiggle the duster up and down her soles, which immediately makes the dragoness splay her clawed toes wide. It takes a few seconds, but she eventually begins to giggle sweetly through her muzzle gag, her giggles almost in sync with the movement of her toes.

“Splaying your toes just means I can tickle between them! Come on! You can laugh harder than that!” The mistress teased as the dragonesses laughter slowly grew in volume, and she began to wiggle her feet around slightly as well as spreading her toes. The duster soon moved upwards and began tickling her toes, soon resulting in the toes curling tightly, however they did not stay closed for long as the mistress would simply feather her soles a bit more and go straight for the toes once they were spread out.

“Are these tickles going to convince you to not steal again, hmm?”

The muffled Isabelle let out a sharp moan, attempting to reply, but it was incoherent.

“I think you need a bit more convincing. The feathers will have softened your feet up a bit, but they need to be more tender.” Isabelle let out another moan, but it again was unintelligible. The mistress looked over at Kati.

“Time to make yourself useful, young Kati. Come over and take a good look at this bad dragon's feet.” It took a few seconds for Kati to respond, as she had been almost mesmerised by the sight of the tickle torture.

“Uh...yes, mistress!” she replied, walking over to beside the tied paws. This close, she could truly admire them. Purple in colour, they were very large, powerful-looking feet, all six toes were tipped with big but fairly stubby claws. Kati stared at them for about ten seconds before she was given her first order by the mistress.

“Lick them, Kati.”

“Uhh...lick them? Are you sure, mistress?” Kati replied, quite excited at the request but unsure as to why she had to do it.

“Make sure you take quick, ticklish licks. Lick too slowly and it will soothe her too much, and then it wouldn't be a punishment now would it?”

Kati stuck her tongue out, still staring at the paws she was about to lick, and slowly moved her head forward until she contacted the left sole of the dragoness. She dearly wanted to savour her first lick and move her tongue slowly, but she had been ordered to tickle-lick, and that is what she began to do. Her tongue was dragged all the way up the scaly sole, across her six toes, and down the other sole, all quick enough to elicit strong giggling. As well as Isabelle's laughter, Kati could also hear cute, soft moans, which it took her a while to realise was actually coming from her own mouth as she licked. Isabelle's paws did not even have a particular taste, but Kati could not stop licking. Deep down, she didn't want to appear aroused by what she was doing, but she couldn't fight her own fetishes, and soon enough was holding on to Isabelle's ankles and moving her tongue in a continuous circular motion, not once pulling it away from the feet, keeping the laughter flowing nicely.

The mistress sat back and watched with a grin on her face, allowing 10 minutes to pass before she got out another smaller piece of rope and used it to tie Isabelle's big toes together, rendering her feet pretty much immobile other than wiggling her other toes. The muzzled dragoness briefly moaned and struggled as her toes were tied, but this went unnoticed by the licking Kati who by this stage was in absolute bliss.

“That's enough, Kati. You did a great job. Oh! And her feet are so soft and moist now!” The mistress said, softly pushing Kati's face away and placing her palm on Isabelle's soles. She quickly transitioned to using her claws on the tender soles, eliciting an extreme reaction of laughter and writhing from the hogtied dragoness. It took Kati a few seconds to notice, since she still had her tongue out disappointed at her licking session being interrupted.

Earlier, with the feather duster treatment, the mistress had been very gentle and teasing with the tickle torture, softly wriggling the feathers against Isabelle's feet. Now though, she was relentless. The tickling looked almost painful from Kati's perspective, the mistresses claws were being pushed deeply into the scaly feet making brief but clear indentations in the soft soles. The toe bondage did not allow her to move her feet, but her other four toes were moving wildly, and the audio emitted from her gagged muzzle varied between distressed-sounding moans and uproarious laughter. The other audio, of course, came from the mistress who was teasing and chastising the dragoness with seemingly genuine anger in her voice.

“Don't moan at me like that when you've brought this on yourself, Isabelle! These disobedient feet will be tortured until you have learnt your lesson! I bet you'd love a nice footrub now, wouldn't you? Tickle tickle tickle tickle...”
Kati was surprised at the amount the mistress was shouting, but even she had to admit, that tone of voice mixed with the humiliating comments would have driven her wild if she was being tortured. In fact, she would have loved that. As much as she was embarrassed to feel this way, she watched this helpless, bound dragoness have her sensitive feet mercilessly punished, and thought to herself, she would absolutely ADORE it if this happened to her. Isabelle was tortured with the claws on her foot soles for about 30 minutes, and she was a crying, laughing wreck by the end of it.

“My claws could torment your ticklish soles for hours, Isabelle. But I need to give the new resident a bit of a welcoming treat aswell.” The mistress said, immediately piquing Kati's interest, “She is due another five minutes of torture, Kati, and as a treat I'm going to let you do whatever you want to her feet. The only limit you will have is that you must not draw a drop of blood, other than that, explore your desires and do what you feel like doing. Your 5 minutes begins now.”

She couldn't waste this opportunity. She had to get to work on those beautiful feet, and right now. But she didn't want to just use her boring old fore-claws normally, and she had already had a good lick of the soles earlier. It only took her a few seconds to get an idea. She moved back slightly from the bound Isabelle, which caused a look of confusion from the mistress.

“What's wrong, Kati? Do you not want to...” The mistress questioned, before being interrupted by Kati.

“Of course I want to, mistress. But why use the standard method of tickling, when I can make my own feet feel good at the same time?” Kati replied. Having sat further back, she raised her hind legs up and rested her own hind feet on Isabelle's. The mistress immediately seemed intrigued. Kati began to gently wiggle her toes against Isabelle's soft arches, making the intense laughter and writhing return. The feeling of tickling another dragoness, as well as the relaxing sensation of wiggling her own soft toes around, made Kati close her eyes and smile with glee. Occasionally, she would move her paws forward, initiating a brief game of footsie with Isabelle with their soles rubbing together, which was a very effective tease. The mistress spoke up.

“I have never seen such attractive foot-on-foot play before. It is a very beautiful sight, a dominant set of toes being used so effectively to punish deserving soles. I love it! Two minutes left!”

As much as Kati was enjoying herself, she only had a limited time left, and she wanted one last close-up view of Isabelle's feet. Within a matter of seconds, she pulled her feet away, almost leapt up to behind her, and violently grabbed her tied feet with both forepaws before scratching at her arches rapidly, making her laugh and wriggle harder than ever before.

Kati's face was placed right in front of the wiggling, curling and spreading toes of Isabelle. They looked so cute and soft, to the point that Kati found herself slightly drooling on them, which somehow made them look cuter when they wiggled. With only one minute left to play, Kati opened her mouth and enveloped Isabelle's toes, sucking hard on them, which made both dragonesses let out very loud, pleasured moans, although Isabelle's was interrupted by laughter from the tickling. Kati was playing with the feet like they were a musical instrument, sucking and drooling all over her toes whilst rapidly wiggling her claws all over her soles, which had become slightly red and sore from the intense torture.

“That's enough, Kati! Time's up!” The mistress shouted, much to Kati's dismay. “Bloody hell, you sure know how to go. A dragoness who is a brilliant victim AND an amazing torturer? You will fit in perfectly at Claw House. I will leave you to explore the place for a bit, and when you are ready to go to your room, report to the reception area.”

The mistress untied Isabelle and removed the restraint around her mouth. “And as for you, if I get another report of misbehaviour, it will be a full afternoon of both tickles and pain. Is that understood, Isabelle?”

“Mmmm...yes, mistress.” replied Isabelle, beginning to soothe her own feet by rubbing them. Kati had to stop herself from squeeing from cuteness when she heard Isabelle's voice for the first time. She was a very high-pitched, soft-spoken dragon, not the type you would expect to be unruly at all.

“Good girl! Now that you have served your punishment, our next session can be nice and playful, like we usually do it!” The mistress began to walk out the door, but turned once again just before she left. “Oh, and Isabelle... I think you should thank the newcomer for servicing your feet. Maybe show her around the place?”

Kati was worried that Isabelle would be frightened or angry at her for being so rough with her feet, but it was quite the opposite. Isabelle turned and smiled at her...an almost grateful and, oddly, lustful smile...

TO BE CONTINUED