[b][u][center]His Magical Mistress
Part 1: Part of the Deal
For repanbo
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








Someone had breached the shores of her island. It didn’t particularly surprise the dragoness, considering that her wards had been left intentionally weak, but it did bring a smile to her face as the other, more subtle wards made her aware of the intruder. 

[i]Someone thinks that they can visit without calling first? Oh, how quaint.[/i]

The dragoness didn’t roll out of bed so much as zip through space. One moment, she was in bed, the next, she was standing at the balcony several dozen feet away. The distance was as much her bitch as the rest of reality on this island, and it did what she told it to do.

The dawn light flickered across her scales as she leaned over the balcony railing, scattering purple reflections along the tree branches that formed the floor, the railing, everything. A few leaves started to bend forward, the upper branches of her tree palace attempting to offer her shade, but they stopped at a glance from her. A little waffling, bouncing motion of apology later, the tree pulled back. 

“Good little bitch,” she said, petting the railing, and the whole palace shuddered as if in fearful pleasure. “Goooooood bitch.”

The dragoness chuckled, looking down over her domain. It was not as personally shaped as her home of Suresh, but she had made a number of changes to the small island and the village upon it since her arrival. The stone houses that were as old as the village itself had been turned to powder, reformed into a series of long, streaking road-bridges that connected the floating balls that had replaced them, and inside the transparent orbs…

She smiled as she watched the inhabitants of her village turn, obviously having spotted the light that was coming from the balcony, and as one, they bowed to her. They whispered their praise, whispers that were caught by the spells that she’d put into their homes to listen in on them, and she smiled. 

“Why, thank you, subjects.” She chuckled, leaning forward. “Tell me how you love me, why you love me.”

And so they did. They whispered their thanks for her spells holding back the krakens at sea. They sang their gratitude for her power guiding them to freedom. They thanked her for the pleasure of her touch, of the times she visited them and changed them. 

They thanked her for giving them the truth. That reality was only what you made of it, and that they could live how they wished, regardless of what reality itself said. They thanked her for that, for all that she had brought, and the dragoness smiled. 

“Mmm, you are welcome. Serve, and you will always have that freedom.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” came the echoing phrase from the hundred or so inhabitants of her village. 

Smiling at the morning ‘blessing’ from her subjects, the dragoness almost forgot about the intruder until the wards reminded her that he was still coming. Off of the beach now, making his way down the dirt road towards the village proper. Doubtless, he would meet with a number of the perverted beasts that walked the grounds of her land. 

If he made it through them, she would grant him an audience. If not, then she would find him, repair him, and send him off to the city in the distance. Doubtless, he was one of her brother’s, and he would need some care that she didn’t have the inclination to give. 

The dragoness turned back to her room, smiling at the various men, women, and others that were slowly lifting their heads from her bed. They looked at her, smiling in bliss, and bowed happily, falling to all fours and pressing their heads against the blanket covers. 

“Mistress, Mistress. We beg forgiveness for not waking in time to please you. Please allow us to make up for lost time.”

“Heh, you may, you may.”

The dragoness returned to the bed, walking on the covers between her various slaves. Their hands stroked along her calves, her thighs, along her tail and up to her hips, but none of them dared to take it further without permission. They were too well-trained for something like that. 

She laid down on the bed once more, extending strong legs and resting the horns of her head against the sturdy pillows just beneath the headboard. She slowly swayed her tail between her legs, her toes curling against the sheets, her breasts slowly flattening a bit under their own weight as she looked from one slave to another. 

A giraffe, a mongoose, a demon, a dragon. Four little toys, four little playthings that would be more than capable of granting her the bliss that she so obviously deserved. She reaced out for the giraffe, guiding him down to her crotch, and he followed with a will. 

“Shall I serve your cock or your pussy, Mistress?” he asked. 

“My pussy. You have too big a mouth for my cock; I wouldn’t be able to feel you gag.”

“Thank you, mistress.”

“And you.” She grabbed the demon by the back of the head. “You’ll do for my cock.”

“Thank you, mistress,” he grunted, his smoky voice genuinely grateful, his eyes glinting with the glazed look of an addict. “Thank you.”

“You two. My breasts. Serve them.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the mongoose and the dragon said, lowering their heads to her chest. 

The dragoness smiled, leaning her head back as a long, slippery tongue flicked against her pussy lips before forcing its way inside, all while a demon bobbed his smoky, fiery mouth along her shaft. The sensation of the two biting mouths against her nipples only added to the pleasure that was coursing through her, and the great purple dragoness let out a long, shaky sigh of pleasure. 

Such was the way that the day started for the mistress of the island. Such were the slaves of the Sorceress of Suresh, the Duchess Drakina. 

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She had filled the mouths of two of her slaves and was about to go for a third – perhaps shifting to his asshole, instead – when she felt the wards just outside the village trigger. Her visitor had finally made it up the island, and about time, too. 

Drakina slipped back from her dragon slut, looking out towards the balcony once more. Her head was cocked to the side, her eyes resting consideringly towards the distant feeling of the visitor. Now that he was closer, she could feel a few more details about him, though not nearly as much as she usually could. 

[i]Oh, this one put on some wards of his own before coming to visit. He’s had a few lessons, then.[/i] She chuckled. [i]Not enough to hold out here, but enough to think he can. My, my…[/i]

The dragoness stood up, her wet dick slapping between her thighs and her pussy soaking her balls shortly after. Her slaves whimpered as she left the bed, but fell silent at a gesture from her. 

Well, fell silent and were stifled behind a wall of the tree’s wood. Both of those were applicable, really. She shook her head as she walked back to the railing, looking down at the village and the dirt road leading up to it. 

She was surprised that the intruder was a dragon, though not one of the ones that she was used to seeing. He seemed to be a bit more slight of form than the muscular males that came to visit her, yet he wasn’t eastern and noodle-y, either. He seemed to be more of the sort of male that embraced his feminine side, particularly with the clothes he was wearing. 

Drakina decided that she was bored looking at him from a distance, and suddenly, she wasn’t. 

The dragon jumped back from her as she suddenly appeared in front of him, her eyes flicking up and down his body. Vaguely green-scaled with a few splotches of pink throughout his body, he looked more like a lizard, in many ways. Someone that had been lessened, someone that had a bit less to work with than the average dragon. 

Certainly down between the legs he did. His panties might have been cut out in the crotch, but this little sissy had less to work with than most. The dragoness shook her head, ignoring the fishnet stockings that the little slut was wearing to look him in the eyes. 

He was fumbling for a riding crop, and she shook her head. That wouldn’t do. 

“Mine.”

She held out her hand, and the reality of the world shifted. There was magic in the crop, she realized, but nothing to match what she had to bring to bear. Nothing that would stop her will. It was in his hand, and then it was not. 

As she turned the crop about, looking it over, she was aware that the dragon was staring at her. There was no surprise there, of course. She was well-worth staring at, considering her perfect physique. Breasts that reached the E cup, hips that wouldn’t quit, a cock that throbbed and begged to be served at all times. She was the sort of dragoness that people wrote to their families about, begging for the resources to woo. 

Of course, she was not one to be wooed. She was one to do the wooing, if she was at all interested. 

Well, if wooing meant just collaring someone and taking what she wanted right there and then, she supposed. There had never been much flirtation in her life, and she didn’t intend to start now. 

“If you brought this as a gift, it’s not a particularly good one,” she said, chuckling as she spun the riding crop between her fingers. “Enchanted, yes?”

“W-well – I mean, yes, it is. I did it myself, giving it an enchantment of –”

“Draining dominance, enchanted through a ley line that passes north of the city, and forcibly filled under a full moon ritual. Each smack draining a bit of dominance to be held in the crop until released, hmm?”

“Uh…yeah. How did you know?”

“Do you expect a sorceress not to understand magic?”

She chuckled, shaking her head as she threw the crop over her shoulder. 

“Hey!” The green dragon took a step toward it, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Not hers, but rather a floating, ghostly one that she willed into existence. “Come on, that’s mine. Well…it’s yours, now, but I was going to give it to you.”

“I prefer other gifts to enchanted objects.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“…” 

The purple dragoness arched an eyebrow as she looked down at him again. 

“Could it be possible that you don’t know who I am?”

“I know you, alright. You’re Drakina. My master’s sister.”

“Ahhhhh, then you [i]are[/i] one of his. I thought you might be.”

“Then you’d know I’m untouchable.”

“Untouchable? You? Because of…of that?”

Drakina pressed a hand to her lips, trying to hold back the laughter. For a moment or two, she succeeded. She thought she was fine. 

Then she took her hand away, and the laughter hit her hard. 

She leaned against one of the new stone bridges, shaking her head as a few barks of laughter left her mouth, followed by a louder guffaw. Her stomach hurt as she laughed again and again, and she kept leaning against the bridge until her claws were digging into the rock. 

All the while, she felt the other dragon staring at her, his eyes widening at what must have looked like a display of insanity. Not hat she would blame him for thinking that was what it was. She probably did look completely nuts. 

Wouldn’t have been the first time that she actually was, either. 

Gradually, she calmed down, and slowly, she pulled herself back together. 

“Oh, goodness, I needed that. Oh, I needed that more than I thought. Thanks for the comedy orgasm.”

“…Are you…okay?”

“Oh, yes. The question is, are you?”

“I think I’m evidently far more okay than you are.”

“Really? And you think that because…”

“Because I’m not laughing at something that isn’t funny?”

“Oh, it’s very, very funny.”

She smiled at him, a little tweak of reality pulling her behind him. Grabbing his ass, she pulled him back against her, ignoring his yelp, his ‘meep’ as her cock slipped up against his ass cheeks. 

“You seem, you think that you’re untouchable just because my brother happens to be your master. Isn’t that right?”

“W-well, it’s the truth, isn’t it?”

“Hardly.”

She leaned down, stroking her hand across his cheek. 

“Look at you. You were so brave, forcing your way across the ocean, ‘invading’ my island with a crop specifically designed to suck away the dominant energy of other people. Were you really thinking of using it as a gift, or giving it to me as tribute?”

“…Yes?”

“Ahhh, don’t start lying to me now, little dragon. I had some respect for your audacity, even if I didn’t have any for this little body of yours.”

“Little?!”

“Come, come, you can’t expect me to take you seriously. So slight and slender a breeze could snap you in two. Tell me, have you been stealing all this confidence, all this ‘dominance’ so that you could come here? Were you scared to visit me, or were you hoping that I could ‘fix’ you?”

“I’m not looking for fixing! I just want magic lessons!”

“Oh?” 

She smiled, letting him go, and the little dragon darted away from her. Well, little, she supposed, compared to her and her brother. To others, he would probably be relatively large, considering he stood just over six feet tall. That long, limber tail was probably rather intimidating to most people, but all she thought was that it looked like a good sex toy, and that it could be altered to make for a good cock tail at the end. 

But that was for later. Later, if she decided to give him what he had come here for. 

The dragoness smiled at the blush on his cheeks, shaking her head. 

“You have a master that has a strong enough handle on magic, even if he doesn’t use it the way that I do. Why would you come to me, someone that would push you harder than he would?”

“Because…”

“Becaaaaause?”

“Because I thought…you would do better…”

The dragon rubbed the back of his head, and she chuckled. 

“Oh, aren’t you just a deluded little thing.”

“WHAT?!”

“You came here because you thought it would be [i]easier.[/i]”

“You – no, I just thought –”

“Do you know what I see when I look at you?” she asked. 

“…A dragon that has some magical talent?”

Drakina chuckled, shaking her head. 

“No, I don’t mean like that. I mean what I [i]see.[/i]”

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the world was a soft purple, her eyes flaring with an energy the same hue as her scales, shimmering out with the intensity of fire. 

Even as the other dragon backed up from her, she stared at him. She saw him, saw his power, his education…and she saw his needs. 

While her brother looked at others and saw their hurts, saw their powers, saw what they could do, she saw what they needed. She saw what their kinks were, what their hungers were, what they wanted, what they craved. 

And in this one, she could see exactly what he was. 

The dragon’s silhouette blanked out, the details of his face and his body fading to show the symbols of his insides. She saw the hunger to be put into chains, the steel core that would always fight and slide out of them. Too slender to be broken and bent, too narrow to be bound properly. He would fight and slither and sneak at all times, that steel core just broad enough to hold itself up, just flimsy enough to not hold a shape once broken. 

Drakina chuckled as she let the sight fade. The stranger’s knees were knocking, and his eyes were as wide as they could go. 

“I…I swear, I didn’t come here because I thought it would be easy. You’re a sorceress, Draconicon’s a wizard. I thought that your type of magic would fit with me better.”

“Mmm, perhaps a variation of it will…if you can give me a reason to teach you.”

“Wait…You’ll actually…”

“If you can give me a good price.”

She smiled, looking down at the ground. Tapping her foot on the earthen trail, she cleared her throat expectantly. 

With a rapidness that bespoke of fear and eagerness, the earth kicked up a throne, one of rock and dust. She patted it, stroking her toes along the path in a way that gave a miniature earthquake as if she had drawn them over a cock rather than a bit of the ground, and then sat down on the throne. 

“What is your name, anyway?” she asked. 

“Gann. My name is Gann.”

“Then, Gann. Tell me why you’re worth teaching.”

“Um…well, I know how to read and use ley lines.”

“Pass.”

“I can attune them.”

“Not really that interesting,” she said, looking down at her knuckles. 

“I have a really quick mind.”

“That’s hardly an advantage with my style. It’s more about will than intelligence, anyway.”

“I can, I can…”

“Tick tock, Gann. I only have so much time I’m willing to give up for you to sell yourself.”

“I…I…”

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, taking a little more pleasure than she probably needed to in the way that she was slowly driving him up the wall. He was anxious, scared, nervous. As well he should be; he was asking to be the apprentice to the most powerful dragoness in the area, perhaps in this world. 

If he wasn’t a bit scared, then he wouldn’t be taking it seriously. 

As he kept stumbling over himself, trying to come up with something that set him apart from the crowd, she looked over his body again. A six-inch cock that was hardening up despite all his nerves, a nice pair of hips that would give her some good handles for fucking, a pair of legs that would look good in high-heels…

Yes, he would make for a sexy enough apprentice. Once he understood his place enough to respect it, that was, and stopped trying to make excuses. 

“– could be a servant to you, like I am to Drac, or –”

“Heh, stop, Gann, just stop.”

She smiled, shaking her head as she curled her finger. He came close, quickly, leaning down to be at her head height. She curled her finger under his chin, looking up at him. 

“If you want to be my apprentice, then you’ll pay it off the way that the villagers pay off their protection fees. Until your magic is strong enough to pay me in duties, you will pay it off with your body.”

“…That’s, um…that’s pretty easy. What’s the catch?”

“Oh, good, you’re not a complete idiot.”

“I’d like to think that I’m not an idiot at all.”

“Dear, you were an idiot to come here. I’m afraid you already classified yourself as part of the group, it’s just figuring out where you fall in the family.”

“Hey!”

“You’re not the first. Now. Let’s see what we’re working with. Turn for me.”

“That I can do.”

“I have no doubt, little dwaggie.”

The sheer pulse of embarrassment that came off him with that phrase was palpable, and she bit off a chuckle at the way that he blushed as he took a step back from her. Despite that, he was obedient enough, turning around in a slow circle. 

Then he threw a little more into it, going up on tiptoe, likely flaunting his feet under the assumption that she had the same attraction to them as her brother. While it was true that a foot fetish ran in the family, so to speak, it was not as strong for her as it was for him. 

Still, the soles were nice, and the toes were obviously talented in the way that they hooked the ground for leverage. 

The green dragon pulled his tail up, holding the tip over his shoulders as he showed off his ass. It was a bit small for her, needing a little more cushion, but it was better than some of the rumps of potential students in the past. It could, at least, take her as it was without a massive injection of fat. 

She leaned against her fist as he turned around, the smaller dragon seeming to get more confidence as he swayed his hips, his eyes half-closed as he continued to turn his spin into a slow dance. 

“Stop.”

He stumbled slightly as she barked the word, turning to her as she got up from the throne. 

“Well, you have something. But if you’re going to be a student, I need to know you’ll listen to me.”

“I can follow orders. Drac can tell you –”

“Heh. Drac. So familiar with your master, are you?” she asked, walking around him. “So hopeful of getting a mistress that you drop your terms of respect without even knowing that someone else will take you in.”

“I didn’t – I mean, look, I thought you wanted someone a bit more assertive. You have a ton of slaves. Don’t you want a little variety?”

“It [i]is[/i] the spice of life, but that doesn’t mean that you are the particular flavor that I want.”

She looked him over, licking her lips. 

“Not yet, anyway…little dwaggie.”

“Ugh…stop…stop calling me that. Huff…”

“Then call me what I am.”

“…Mistress.”

“That’s better,” she said with a nod. “Now…”

A contract. She willed it, and so it was. The paper took form over her hand, and as she stared at it, ink stared flowing out along the front of it. As it was created by her will alone, Gann stared at it, his eyes wide. 

“That’s…that’s not just sorcery…”

“No, heh, it’s not. It’s my kind of magic. You tell reality what will be, and reality will make it so.”

“…Wow.”

“Sign.”

“I don’t have a – oh, there’s a pen. Do I get to read it?”

“No.”

“…Okay, then…”

He took the contract from her and – after she hurried him to sign rather than read – flicked the pen across the bottom. She took it back, and it disappeared. 

“There. Now, let’s work on your reality, hmm?”

“Huh? What do you – oh god, what are you doing? What are you doing?!”

He had gone on tiptoes, and no wonder, considering that his fishnets were changing on him. She smiled as she focused on his clothes, his stockings slowly going from the teasing, dominant fishnets to something much more…silly. More childish. More…

Sissy. 

“I’m bringing you down to your [i]real[/i] level compared to me. You are not a sorcerer. You’re barely a dragon by species. Until you earn your way out of them…you’re a little, diaper-wearing dwaggie.”

“No, please, not in public! Please, at least not in public!”

“What’s the matter?” she asked as she walked around him, the stockings smoothing around the dragon’s toes, a soft, plush pink that was gradually working its way up his feet and legs. “You don’t [i]like[/i] being a little dwaggie, so weak, something that has to be cared for?” 

“Nnngh…I…”

He was helpless already, huffy and shivering. She could see his cock was standing out as hard as it could get, and she shook her head, curling her palm around it as the stockings continued to rise up his legs. 

“I see what you need. You might [i]want[/i] to be the sorcerer supreme…you might [i]want[/i] to be a powerful mage…but you aren’t, yet. You’re a little [i]dwaggie,[/i] a little hatchling that needs to be taken care of…

“But you know what? You might have gotten that privately back with Draconicon. Here, you will be displayed as what you are.”

“Oh god…”

He was panting, almost hyperventilating, thrusting against her palm. She refused to let him get too close, though, and smeared his pre back over his crotch. Wherever it touched, the silvery, clear fluid started to cling to his scales, growing out, spreading into a white layer that rapidly thickened. 

The stockings had come up to the dragon’s thighs by that point, and the pink, silly things were covered in childish designs, little ponies that danced along the socks, his toes so tightly wrapped that he couldn’t wiggle them. She stroked her hands down his arms, similar things appearing, bulging out into tight, restricting mittens when they reached his hands. 

“Mmmph…”

He was still so huffy, so out of control. The dragoness chuckled to herself, stroking her fingers up from his arms to his neck, tracing a circle around it. 

“A [i]real[/i] dragon would be able to break free of this, but you aren’t one. Not yet. Maybe one day, when you grow up big and strong.”

Gann was panting, leaning back against her. She held him gently, watching as the silvery flow of his pre continued to contribute to the diaper that was growing around his middle. There was no denying it any longer, not when it was plush and crinkly against his rump, not when it was creeping around his hips. 

Soon, he might as well have been wearing a crotchless diaper, though even that hole was slowly filling in. The more excited he got, the more it covered him, and Drakina pushed him hard, squeezing his rump. 

“That’s it. Let it all out. No more pretending, little dwaggie. No more holding back what you really are. Let your mistress take you back to where you truly belong.”

“M-mistress…”

She smiled, curling her hand around his cock one more time, cupping it against her palm and wrist. His balls disappeared into the crinkly materials, then the base of his spiny cock, and then the rest. 

When she pulled her hand free, he barely had a bulge in the puffy, crinkly thing. When she stepped back from him, he grabbed at himself with the little mittens that she had given him, but she knew that it wouldn’t be enough. He couldn’t pull the diaper off, even if his fingers were free, but the mittens made him all the more helpless. Worse, she knew that the padding of his enchanted diaper would keep him from being able to just hump on his bulge, either. 

It was a chastity device as much as a humiliation one. 

With a grunt, she grabbed him around the hips, lifting him up and turning towards the village and her palace in the distance. She knew that she could just teleport there, but where was the fun in that?

Patting his rump, she gave him a playful nibble on his neck. 

“Come on, little dwaggie. Let your mistress carry you. Maybe tomorrow, you can prove that you’re grown-up enough to be allowed to walk.”

“Mmph…nnngh…”

“Ah ah. No little huffies now. You are a dwaggie until I say you’re a dragon again.” She patted his rump again, making sure that he, and everyone above them, could hear the soft crinkles. “Understand me?”

“Mmmph. But…magic…can’t…”

“I told you. My magic’s about will, not thinking. But don’t worry about that. Little dwaggies are nice and dim. They don’t have to think about [i]anything.[/i]”

She patted his rump again, giving him a bit of a squeeze, then carried him towards the palace, his head laid over her shoulder and his chest against hers. She hummed softly as she walked along, shaking her head. 

[i]Been a long time since I had a student into something like this,[/i] she thought. [i]But it could be interesting. Besides, that blush is so fun…[/i]

And besides, despite herself, she was intrigued at his needs and his sense of self. The fact that he was so eager to submit like this told her that he would be one that didn’t stay in submission very well. He would keep bouncing back. 

Considering that she was limited in what she could do since he belonged to her brother gave it another layer of challenge. Not a massive one, not the ‘untouchable’ level of challenge that little Gann believed he had, but something. 

It was going to be a fun challenge, and she looked forward to it. 

Drakina drew out the long walk back to the palace, occasionally shifting the little dragon in her arms, sometimes pulling him close so that he could grind his wittle bulge against her chest through the diaper, sometimes turning him so that he could only hump air. She’d whisper sweet teases into his ears, telling him how little his bulge was, how she could barely see it, and then pat it as condescendingly as possible. 

The first time that he tried to complain, she made reality give her a pacifier, one that was vaguely phallic, and popped it into his mouth. 

“Ah ah,” she told him. “Dragons can talk, dwaggies can’t. You’ll have to grow up again before you can talk.”

“Mmmph…”

“Now, be a good hatchling and suckle.”

He did, too. He did all the way back to the palace.











[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]